Whispers of the Sunrise

Deepest slumbers, gently nudged, by the softest voices of my travelling conscience;
“Awaken, my sweet, come to prayer, come to salvation”
The words rolling through the skies, over the hills of atonement.

Fading moon, rising sun, light kisses on their mutual passage through time;
“Cleanse your soul, illuminate your being, I am waiting”
A gap in the dawn, veiled by the radiance of His Majesty and Grace.

Silent struggle, standing tall, ascending towards self purification;
“Spiritual cleansing, physical ablution, absolved from worldly bounds”
An incandescent aura, emanating from every limb and every motion.

Open soul, intimate words, a liberation through prostration;
“Free yourself, share your tears, I am here”
An elevated state, reached through the humbling gestures of adoration.

Rising up, heart content, facing the day with a reinforced hope;
“I am with you, I have always been with you, and always will be”
Sweet whispers of the sunrise that ready me for my lifelong journey.

“…I am here”

© Naziyah Mahmood, 2014
(Image taken from road2jannah.com)

 

(It’s a bit late, but this is written as part of the Daily Post: Daily Prompt – New Dawn: How often do you get to (or have to) be awake for sunrise? Tell us about what happened the last time you were up so early (or late…).)

Happy Eid!!!

To all my fellow bloggers (celebrating or not!), just a quick message to say I’d like to wish you all a fantastic Eid day!

As the celebration of Eid-Al-Fitr marks the end of Ramadhan (the Islamic month of fasting), let’s not forget to carry on our hard efforts to be better people for the rest of the year too.

As we celebrate, let us remember to make a special prayer for all of those people who go through pain, suffering and oppression every day.

We are so incredibly lucky and blessed to have everything that we do; knowing that we will be presented with tables worth of food, safety, security, love and peace isn’t something that everyone is blessed with.

We are truly lucky.

Every time Ramadhan ends, I tend to feel a bit down because of how much I know I miss the blessed month. The peace, blessings, mercy and strength that come with it all make it feel far too short, I can’t believe it passed so quickly.

Ramadhan… If God wills, I will see you in one year, my friend.

 
(Image found through a random search, I can’t locate the source, but words added by myself).

Immovable

(Witten as part of The Daily Post: Daily Prompt – Fearless Fantasies: How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better or worse than it is now?)

I fear not this world
Nor its oppressors, tyrants
For He is with me

© Naziyah Mahmood, 2014.
(Image from louisdyer.deviantart.com )

Transcend

(Written as part of The Daily Post: Daily Prompt – Frame of Mind: If you could paint your current mood onto a canvas, what would that painting look like? What would it depict?)

 

My Reawakening

Omnipotent Salvation

To Thee I submit

© Naziyah Mahmood, 2014.
(Image from louisdyer.deviantart.com )

Painting

Oh Divine artist
Painting my soul by Your hand
My eternal home

 

 

© Naziyah Mahmood, 2014.
(Image Taken from hdwalldesk.com)

Shifting Sands

 

We were two grains in a desert, so vast, of sand that never saw end;
Rolling dunes of countless grains painted the canvas of life, and yet my sweet,
We were carved from the same stone, and bound together by forces unseen,
Two separate entities, coming together as one in an amalgamation so pure.

Each gust of warm wind, our daily struggles, could not deter us in our fortitude;
You were my strength, as I was yours, to endure the lashings from the rising Sun.
Our comrades at arm’s length, constantly changed with the silent breeze, but no,
We were to remain strong in our struggle for continuation and devotion; our souls.

The hourglass cracked; that painful day fell upon me like an arrow to the throat,
You were torn from my side and left me without breath, in your quest for something new.
My eyes scanned the horizon, shifting through every grain in a land left desolate; barren,
You were gone, I was hollow, as you had taken the shell that had held me together, my pieces.

The storm subsided and so, my dear, I called to you in hope you’d hear my plea, my cry;
The horror, my grief – I had found you, and yet you it was not, a face so contorted in pride,
An entire being changed, your shape unrecognised, with a heart that had eroded in sin,
We were no longer bound, yet my mouth knew no words but your name and your prayer.

Confrontation; that moment of pressure, the heat of your anger, a true face emerged;
Once an opaque grain of sand, you had now become a transparent glass, crystal clear,
Which could no longer hide it’s true self, and yet your wrath you used to cut me, why?
My blood poured for you, still I forgave, in hope that you one day see the truth in yourself.

The cracked skin of my grain had lost its youth, but my heart would still skip at your voice,
My colour, once vibrant, had faded with time, yet my eyes would reflect only your image.
Your seat now empty, I look to my side, and reminisce on the history we’d carved, in stone,
It cannot be erased, nor do I wish, but I must now carve a new path – a new me.

A new me – with or without my once loved grain; He will be my shepherd in this desert life.
© Naziyah Mahmood, 2014.

(In dedication to a wonderful friend who has been a beacon of hope in my moments of darkness.
Thank you, G. May God bless you with happiness and relief from the images that continue to haunt, and hurt, you.
You are in my prayers.)

(Image taken from sallysjourney.typepad.com)

(Also shared on http://poetreecreations.org/2014/07/11/shifting-sands-promote-yourself/ )

A Blessed Day – Gratitude

I was lucky to meet a great friend today, and we spent three wonderful hours talking about our lives, philosophy, blessings and ours gratefulness to God and His love.

The fact that I am even able to meet with a friend in a safe environment, and that I am able to cherish the beauty of the nature around us (we strolled passed a very green park) has me feeling a deep gratitude for all of life’s blessings.
We saw blessings in even the darkest of our stories, which I realised was in itself a blessing!

I just wanted to wish anyone who may read this a wonderful day!
Let’s spread the love 🙂

Just around the corner…

When our hopes are trampled on, and our ‘safety blanket’ – our false sense of security – turns out to be a fake veil made from threads of betrayal, the simplest of things can begin to feel impossible. We doubt our self-worth, feel inadequate and can easily find ourselves falling into despair. However, a world out-with our own painfully perceived bubble does exist; an alien land that we’re afraid to wander into in fear of change.
I may hope for the impossible, but with God, everything is possible.
Keep hoping, keep dreaming and keep trying – you never know what’s waiting just around the corner…

 

(Image taken from http://www.evansink.com)

Carry Me Home – Fifth Themed Improv Challenge

As a recap, my wonderful friend and fellow blogger – The Dreaming http://thedreamings.wordpress.com/ –  and I have decided to start a bi-weekly themed challenge!
The theme I was given this time was “Lavender”, and I gave her “Ripples”.
Please do check out her page, as I’m sure she’ll be putting up something fantastic for her theme! 🙂

This poem was a quick 15 minute write up as usual, but I hope you all enjoy it!

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(Image taken from http://www.wallpaperscrazy.blogspot.co.uk)

Carry Me Home

Rolling fields of a purple haze meet the crimson sky above,
Kissing the Sun’s farewell decent, small gestures filled with love.
Reach out your palm like a magic carpet and seat me upon your throne,
Rolling fields of such tranquil dreams, my dearest carry me home.

The scented breeze plays through your strands, leading me across your face,
Caressing my skin, my senses and mind, with your enchanted purple lace.
Guide me through your linear maze in this journey that is mine alone,
Sweet scented breeze, my silent compass, my dearest carry me home.

A forgotten memory resurfaces, strong, as a sketch on your horizon,
Diverting me from the path of my calling, an allure, the sweetest poison.
Hold fast my heart and lead me to the place where I shall atone,
Forgotten memories, a sea of sins, my dearest carry me home.

An endless journey from ground to gate, each step the same as before,
I run, full speed, to My Almighty Lord who is waiting at His door.
Lavender fields in His gracious gardens, where mercy and love are grown,
The end to my journey, eternal peace, my dearest carry me home.

© Naziyah Mahmood, 2014.