Asalamu 'Alaykuum,
One of my latest poems, it is open to interpretation, so feel free to leave it:
One of my latest poems, it is open to interpretation, so feel free to leave it:
Path of loneliness
By MuslimBrother92
In the night’s sky the wind blows like death,
As the sand of the desert, comes into my breath.
The once beautiful oasis is now only a mirage,
Distant in the horizon, as I eat my pelage.
“Settle down boy” I tell my camel,
The wind hitting my face, ever so brutal.
The horizon teases me as I find no end,
As I travel like a stranger, the same stranger I befriend.
Day and night I look for others like me,
Searching far and wide, as far as the sea.
The sea consumes my beating heart,
As I realise now the oasis and me, are far apart.
“Yes I knew him” one says of this stranger,
“He was a fair man, but always in danger”,
That is false for he didn’t know me,
If only this fool, would only see.
In this world I walk a lonely path,
Everyone staring, as they push me off the footpath.
“If only you knew” I tell the ignorant,
“That the stranger will win” but they spit on me with confidence.
It’s true that I was a fair man indeed,
But the ignorant didn’t notice as they made me bleed.
The man that said he knew me was wrong,
For if he did he’d know I don’t belong.
I am nothing but a guest in a world so full,
The ignorant made it clear as they gave me an earful.
“Allah is with the patient” I say to their face,
It is my Islamic honour they try to disgrace.
But I fear not of disgracing my honour,
For it is stronger than a full set of armour.
The beautiful rose may be black at the moment,
But soon its colours will be once more vibrant.
In the old days the strangers were brothers in arms,
Holding each other, hand in palm.
Today is different because we are a minority,
Even though our numbers are great in prosperity.
Our beautiful oasis has now disappeared,
Where us strangers once loudly cheered.
I cheered because I felt like a Muslim,
Where in my heart my Iman would blossom.
Stranger they call from across the mountain,
But that sad comment has not made me broken.
I persevere in the face of adversity,
As I make du’a, my heart full of sincerity.
“O Allah, strengthen my patience!”
“When my only happiness turns into sadness”
My sparkling tear gleams on my hand,
As I feel the pressure of this corrupted land.
“Abshir Ya Rajel” I hear in my heart,
“Get ready for Jannah, after you depart.”
“Depart from what?” I tell my mind,
“This full world that has made so many blind.”
By MuslimBrother92
In the night’s sky the wind blows like death,
As the sand of the desert, comes into my breath.
The once beautiful oasis is now only a mirage,
Distant in the horizon, as I eat my pelage.
“Settle down boy” I tell my camel,
The wind hitting my face, ever so brutal.
The horizon teases me as I find no end,
As I travel like a stranger, the same stranger I befriend.
Day and night I look for others like me,
Searching far and wide, as far as the sea.
The sea consumes my beating heart,
As I realise now the oasis and me, are far apart.
“Yes I knew him” one says of this stranger,
“He was a fair man, but always in danger”,
That is false for he didn’t know me,
If only this fool, would only see.
In this world I walk a lonely path,
Everyone staring, as they push me off the footpath.
“If only you knew” I tell the ignorant,
“That the stranger will win” but they spit on me with confidence.
It’s true that I was a fair man indeed,
But the ignorant didn’t notice as they made me bleed.
The man that said he knew me was wrong,
For if he did he’d know I don’t belong.
I am nothing but a guest in a world so full,
The ignorant made it clear as they gave me an earful.
“Allah is with the patient” I say to their face,
It is my Islamic honour they try to disgrace.
But I fear not of disgracing my honour,
For it is stronger than a full set of armour.
The beautiful rose may be black at the moment,
But soon its colours will be once more vibrant.
In the old days the strangers were brothers in arms,
Holding each other, hand in palm.
Today is different because we are a minority,
Even though our numbers are great in prosperity.
Our beautiful oasis has now disappeared,
Where us strangers once loudly cheered.
I cheered because I felt like a Muslim,
Where in my heart my Iman would blossom.
Stranger they call from across the mountain,
But that sad comment has not made me broken.
I persevere in the face of adversity,
As I make du’a, my heart full of sincerity.
“O Allah, strengthen my patience!”
“When my only happiness turns into sadness”
My sparkling tear gleams on my hand,
As I feel the pressure of this corrupted land.
“Abshir Ya Rajel” I hear in my heart,
“Get ready for Jannah, after you depart.”
“Depart from what?” I tell my mind,
“This full world that has made so many blind.”
