Mad Musings

It’s been ages since I’ve last posted anything!

Here are some of my mad musings:

Who are you?
No, I’m not referring to the genetical make up that defines you or the roots of a land that intertwine you.

What am I?
Not interested in the skin that has caused divisions or religions claimed to create a clash of civilizations.

What constitutes us?
Spare me your name, his ancestral claim, our history, their ethnicity and the cultural diversity, which may shackle or bless our global communities.

Set me free
From these physical boundaries
These intangible weights
Encumbering human societies

Stop the spinning…………….

Can I, for a moment, invert my eyes inwards to behold the magnificence of the human soul? Can I retrace my steps to that place before my face was engraved in the depths of my mother’s womb? Before my name graced protected pages and life wrapped me in its cocoon?

Could I have been veiled by the drapes of heaven, sunbathing in honeyed lagoons? Or serenading palm trees, sheathed with golden lanterns, to a Ramadan moon?

I wonder…………..

I was in my pure form; a spirit, unblemished; before flesh and sin were born; before selfishness gave way to Satan to adorn my veins and steal my virgin core; before war kissed my cheek and laid me on poverty’s shore;
And he chose to bring me down – claylike- for a purpose and said he was closer than our naval cord.

I am a piece of the earth and a piece of him.
Adam and Eve birthed me, mortal genes formed me
BUT a part of Almighty has been imparted in me.
My soul is my immortal bridge to where I once lived in eternal bliss.
I can’t wait for my carnal dress to shrivel and liberate my true, real self.

Note to mankind:

Rejoice, the divine is in each one of us. Shed your complexions, possessions, nations…look inside then look at each other…we are all the same, only drawn, colored and named differently to be differentiated-to give substance and uniqueness to our identical souls.

A little prayer

Allahuma, I thank you for ‘life’ and for allowing me to feel/see the treasure that you are. However, I am filthy; shoulders burdened with the transgressions of my past and days to come.
At the time of farewell, I beg you to send Angel Izrael (AS) in his best-dressed clothes, with a wide smile, delighted to see me.
I beg you to allow Angel Gibreel (AS) to tightly embrace me with his wings before the Angels of the grave visit me.
I beg you to allow the Angels of Mercy to shelter me from the Angels of Torture, bathe me in musk and dress me in silky attire.
I beg you to alleviate Munkar and Nukair’s wrath and endow me with the confidence to answer the questions that I have memorized by heart.
I beg you to allow me to feast my eyes on you; hug, kiss and bow to you.
Ameen

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