Open Hands
A hand that opens, light as dawn,
Silent as the wind that bends the grain,
Gives without name, for no eye sees,
Yet the heart knows, and is at peace.
A weightless coin, a whispered prayer,
Passes through, like rivers flowing clear,
Not to gather, but to cleanse the soil,
And purify what time may spoil.
From what is yours, to what is shared,
The burden lifts, the soul prepared—
In giving, find the deeper key,
A treasure kept in charity.

#JUMAHMUBARAK #PURIFICATION #CHARITY

Equations of Life
In the algebra of dawn, I rise, unknown,
Solving for strength in variables of stone.
The slope of my path, steep, undefined,
Yet I graph resilience in the curve of time.
Each step, a fraction of the whole,
Denominator heavy, but I divide the toll.
The constant change, a factor of fear,
But in the limit, I find hope near.
Integration of days, both joy and strife,
The sum of trials, the calculus of life.
Exponents of doubt may try to square,
But my resilience multiplies everywhere.
Through matrices of choices, I navigate,
Finding solutions that time can’t negate.
Though life’s equations twist and reform,
In the function of struggle, I stand transformed.

Fabiayyi aalaa irabbikumaa tukadzdziban
In the night sky where stars gleam bright,
I give my thanks to the Divine Light,
My life is filled with blessings and grace,
With family dear, my heart’s safe space.
Abundance flows like a river wide,
Nurturing dreams and hopes inside,
A journey unfolds with purpose anew,
Good health, a treasure, truly blessed too.
With a heart full of gratitude, I tread,
Walking the path where purpose is fed,
Each moment I cherish, Your love I embrace,
O Allah, You are good, boundless in grace.