Browsing articles from "May, 2008"
May
28

Losing Faith?

By Umm Junayd  //  My Poetry  //  6 Comments

Just when
It hits rock bottom
Has sunk
To indescribable depths
When
Prayers start to slack
So hard
To concentrate
When
Dispair kicks in
At loss
Unsure of rectifying
It’s when
A reminder is sent
Hits hard
Sharp on target
It’s then
The root is exposed
Distinct
There the problem lies
It’s then
Then crystal clear
No doubt
Faith’s not lost
© Umm Junayd, May 2008.

May
5

Peaceful Serenity

By Umm Junayd  //  My Poetry  //  3 Comments

Feet
Slightly parted
Clammy hands placed
One above the other
Head lowered
Ashamed
Hoping
For humility
A steady bow
Where a cup
Could easily be placed
A slow rising
Wishing
For all sins
To be spilled away
To the ground
Nose and lip in contact
And head
Feet
Palms, knees
Bearing witness
To His Magnitude
A breezy whimper
For forgiveness
And salvation
Shuddering shoulders
Hope while pleading
To be saved from hell
Tashahhud
Says it all
It’s all for Him
From Him
The peace… such peace
Serenity
Only found
In prayer
© Umm Junayd, May 2008.

May
5

A Precious Embrace

By Umm Junayd  //  Inscribed Reflections  //  1 Comment

A ruffling in the trees; shuffling in the breeze; twittering and chirping a sweet harmony. Soft murmuring of dreams; calm measured sighs as my babes breath; a drowsy turn and slight adjusting of covers that have drawn below their knees.
The birds are my companions; making their calls in a symphonic melody.
Like lovers reaching out to one another, this sweet silence we embrace. Not a star can be traced. Yet His presence is felt; as strong as ever, as He awaits the supplications of His servants.
And I embrace. The beautiful moment, as I stand before my Lord.
I embrace. Wishing for the rising of the sun to be delayed.
While I embrace. Hot tears tumble, expecting a crash landing, greeted by the warm hug of my flowing hijaab.
The moments are savoured - no ice cream could taste as rich; no chocolate could be as sweet… as this embrace.
I embrace the silence, and all the darkness that comes with it. Such is from the beauty of the night prayer.
Such a precious embrace.