The Summit
You stand atop the mountain’s crest,
Years of toil have earned your rest.
The peak is high, the air is clear,
Yet whispers call—do you still hear?
For heights achieved, though hard and steep,
Are tests of soul, not prizes to keep.
The world may bow, acclaim may sing,
But silent truths beneath still cling.
Will pride now grow, a subtle chain,
Or will your heart in thanks remain?
The higher the climb, the steeper the test,
A call to humility within your chest.
Remember the path, the hands that gave,
The grace that lifted, the strength that saved.
For on this peak, though grand it seems,
Gratitude guards the truest dreams.

Finite Pride
A life, a span, a bounded line,
From birth to death, a fleeting time.
Achievements rise, like numbers tall,
Yet all must end; they shrink, they fall.
Arrogance grows with finite gain,
Power, wealth, and fleeting fame.
But bounded lives, no matter how bright,
Fade to zero in infinite light.
The universe stretches, vast, unbound,
An endless set where none are crowned.
Our mortal measure, so small, so slight,
Dissolves like mist in eternal night.
Why boast of pride, why claim the throne,
When time itself will strip the known?
Finite we are, in the infinite cast,
A humble truth that forever will last.

Infinite Proof
Within the bounds of finite thought,
Math unveils what can’t be caught.
From ordered rules to chaos wide,
A glimpse of what must underlie.
Consider infinity, vast and true,
No end to reach, no start to view.
A limitless state, no finite sum,
A silent hint of where it’s from.
The golden ratio, the perfect line,
Patterns woven, a grand design.
From fractal trees to cosmic flow,
The unseen hand begins to show.
Prime paths scattered, never end,
An order no human could extend.
Symmetry whispers, chaos sings,
The mark of transcendent, eternal things.
Thus, through math’s infinite space,
A deeper presence leaves its trace.
An order divine, no proof can bind,
Yet lives in the logic it left behind.

The Infinite Beyond
In the vast expanse of timeless grace,
Where numbers end, yet find their place,
An axis stretches unseen, unbent,
A realm where finite meets infinite.
A line extends, unbound, unsealed,
The point of origin long concealed.
As limits tend to endless heights,
So souls ascend to boundless lights.
Between the sets of life and death,
Lie functions of eternal breath.
The mapping clear—though undefined,
Where every soul’s domain aligns.
Each path a curve, its arc unseen,
A proof yet written, vast, serene.
Converging where all truths reside,
In spaces where no tangents hide.
So trust the sum you cannot see,
For faith resolves the mystery.
Beyond the bounds of time’s decay,
Lies order none can disarray.
And when the integers are done,
When zero meets the final one,
The unseen theorem will unfold,
As truths of hereafter are told.

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.

Wisdom Beyond Knowledge
Knowledge builds great towers tall,
Where echoes of the learned call.
But bricks of wisdom crumble fast,
If arrogance should hold them fast.
A mind may shine, so sharp, so bright,
A beacon in the darkest night.
Yet brilliance dims and hearts grow cold,
When pride and scorn take bitter hold.
The world has seen the clever fall,
Their hubris is their greatest wall.
For wisdom’s path, though hard to trace,
Is paved with kindness, love, and grace.
A humble heart will always see,
That learning shapes, but cannot be
The only measure of the soul—
For attitude defines the whole.
So walk with knowledge, head held high,
But let your spirit touch the sky.
For greater than the facts we find
Is how we treat both humankind

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.