Poison may aspire for honey and Jackals may cry like sheep, Nay even Abu Lahab’sheart once felt for the Beloved— writes Jaihoon
Poison will, at times,
Desire to become honey.
Rock may wither,
Like water, shiver.
Jackals too may cry;
Like sheep, they shy.
Even Bu Lahab,
The accursed, once felt
For Bin Abdullah,
His heart melt.
This sinner too craved once,
As with Mustafa’s love, his soul danced.
Sep 28 2022. Rabi Al-Awwal 2, 1444
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Our everyday choices are emotional, not rational. We demand proof for God but never for the morning coffee.
We revolve around His “signboards” like little ones circling a merry-go-round. We run between the hills, leaving behind the barren
By weighing the count of forgetting against remembering, this poem proves that math always fails once the self dissolves in