My Dearest Nanabu

Inna Lillahay Waa Inna Ilayhay Raja'oun

{April 13th, 1930 - April 13th, 2012}

My Dearest Nanabu 

I heard you aren't feeling well,

& have been feeling quite blue.

I am sorry I am not with you,

to hold your hand and comfort you.

In my desperation, 

I wrote a word or two, 

hoping I could at least, 

bring a Smile to you.

My Dearest Nanabu

Did I ever tell you? 

Did I ever tell you,

I have always been inspired by you.

Did I ever tell you,

It is an honor to be your granddaughter.

Did I ever tell you,

How I admire your character.

Did I ever tell you,

I still remember

how proud you were,

the first time my poem,

got published in the paper.

Did I ever tell you, 

Oranges remind me of you.

Did I ever tell you, 

I love fixing the computer for you. 

Did I ever tell you,

No one tells jokes better than you. 

Did I ever tell you,

I started eating breakfast because of you. 

Did I ever tell you,

I wish I could spend more time

talking to you 

but I always thought my knowledge 

inadequate 

to converse with you 

My Dearest Nanabu

Have I ever told you, 

How much I love you? 

If all these things were unknown to you 

I hope knowing them now

can bring a smile to you 

My Dearest Nanabu 

I pray you get well soon,

My Dearest Nanabu, 

Never forget,

I will always love you. 

I wrote this for my Nanabu a week before he passed away and mailed it to him from the states, hoping he could read it. Destiny had other plans though and he left this world before my poem could make it to Pakistan. Still, I like to think in my heart that he knows I wrote this for him and I hope he is happier than ever, wherever he may be. 

I love you Nanabu !!!!

The Loving One

You're so Lovely

But people say You're not 

Why don't they know

how much You Love them? 

Why don't they Love You too? 

Why are people angry with You? 

Why don't people talk to You? 

It makes me sad 

when people say You don't care 

I wish they could see 

how much You Love them

I wish they knew 

You aren't just above them 

I wish they knew

You are among them 

I wish they knew

How much You Love them.

Pride is His cloak

I don't want to feel better than anyone else 

because 

I know I am not 

I don't want to feel proud of what I wrote 

because 

I am not self taught 

I don't want to be arrogant 

just because 

I worship a lot 

Being blessed with talents

does not give me 

the right to show off 

If I am steeped in sin 

not a moment must be lost 

before forgiveness is sought 

Pride, Vanity, Self love,

These are all displeasing 

to the One Above

It is easy to forget

I have nothing to be proud of 

We should always remember 

Pride belongs solely

to the Creator of our world.

"Whenever I set myself the task to learn, I realize how little I know, and the more I learn, the more I realize how ignorant I am." [Imam ash-Shafi'ee (rahimahullah)]

Read my Soul

My face is not who I am

My mind is not who I am 

My body is not who I am 

Who am I? 

I am my soul 

I am my connection with the Beloved 

I am my heart 

Flesh and bones don't define my essence

Flesh and bones 

are just a mask 

skin and muscle

keep my body intact 

But my Soul? 

my Soul is more than that 

My Soul is my life

My heart beats because of it

I am not alive because my heart is beating 

I am alive because my soul has feelings 

So take a closer look,

See beyond this flesh casing.

Its not the cover that matters 

but the words Inside a Book.

Tangibly Divine

Only You

I feel in my heart

Only You

Can bring Perfection in Art 

Only You

Feel like tangible Reality 

Whereas these physical objects, 

seem intangible

I can sense You

Your Presence is Overpowering

I feel Alive with the thought of You 

But these material things,

these objects all around me

Feel Dead 

They feel like they don't exist 

They don't talk to me

These objects can't heal me 

These objects have nothing to offer to me

You are Tangible Allah Taa'la 

This is world, is Intangible