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Heavenly Scheme Amidst a barren mountain valley of Hijaaz a city Bedouin sat beneath her coarse woolen tent A bon fire was lit sending sparks of anguish to its Moon confidante Stars huddled together concocting a heavenly scheme All cosmos were made privy bearing witness to the birth of a new order The Bedouin’s tears of dismay speedily cascaded down Fire extinguished! As she sat silently in solitude in the darkness of the night awaiting a sign… The sound of hooves were suddenly heard A silver knight rapidly rode upon his Arabian steed Like a majestic falcon he swooped her up placing her as A- Class passenger “Worry not Bedouin, I’ve been sent from my master I shall remain with you in this very land I’m your knight, your aide and true companion Shall we travel onwards? Speechless, full of awe in the spirit of love they rode on in silence Driven to extreme thirst she pleaded for water He presented wine in a goblet studded with the finest jewels; Arabian Jewels
As they rode through the land a magnetic force of love drew riders from all directions Many shall mock, skeptics shall frown, literalists will despise some shall remain for selfish gain then depart A handful too shall betray! Only the seekers of Light shall accompany you; The Loyalists. Through you, signs they shall receive Our secret sign upon their right… Your duty shall be to bring them to the shores WE shall cast these jewels into the Eternal Ocean of Love! Soaring through the Land of Love he brought her to Rub Al Khali, the Empty Quarter. The stallion halted upon his order The Royal Knight descended I shall return my stallion for you this sword a sign When the ride is rough call upon my name Bidding her farewell he whispered, I am with you Bedu, go on now (Dec 02/09 Dhul Hijjah) |
Ya Gumbatul Khadara
Nov
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Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Bi Ismul Aba Zahara
Englighten me with nadhara*
Speak to me in hadara*
Connect me with thy silsila*
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Charm me thy mahabba*
Enchant me like that shajarah*
Embrace me as an aashiqah*
Drown me in thy Khamaraa*
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Protect me as your itaraa*
Enslave me like a royal shah
Captivate me like an abida
Command me as your khalifa
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Bi AyaatuT Tatheera*
Grace me with hubb al Fatima
Transform me into Khadima
Bi Fadhlul Sayeda Zainaba
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
I see you are the Green Kisa’
Which covered the Holy Itara
Mohammed, Ali, Fatima
Hassana was Hussaina
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
For all creation they are safeena*
From me to you in Madina
Blessings upon HabeebAllah
Who rests beneath the Khadaraa
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa
The Man at the Gate
The similitude of the ‘Man at the Gate’
Is indeed like the chosen son of Abraham
The modern day sacrficial son
Chosen to carry on the way of the Hanifs
Today is his day of sacrifice
Today the winds of change shall be set forth
Today the tables will turn this way
Today Lights and Rays of Truth shall donn
A new era, a new calling, a new horizon!
Souls of Light shall be gathered
Men of Truth shall be prepared;
sent forth, empowered by Grace and Gaze
Like Jesus on the Cross
You’ve taken our pain, guilt and shame
Like Ishmael the brave and obedient son
You are the Bashful Hashemite Shareef
Upholding Truth like your forefathers
The Pride of this land
The son of Haramain
A man of unsurpassed presence
Possesing the staff of Moses
The cloak of Joseph
The Crown of Mustafa
A Flag Bearer of Truth
From the sons of Ali
Established truth like Al Hussain.
Your surgery incomprehesible to us all
Unknown to majority
A heavenly calculation at the precisest moment in history
Foreshawdowing a harvest like none before
The decree from the court of Crown of Creation
Shall now be seen and set in motion.
Thank you our Jesus
Thank you our Ishmael
Thank you our ‘Man at the Gate”
Learn from the Tree
Be like the Tree!
The tree is the ultimate sage
Her existence is an affirmation to her qualities
Do we not ponder over such a creation?
Oh so much to learn from her
Her roots determine her strength
They are hidden from man’s sight
Is the tree not amongst the humblest of created things?
She stands on guard day and night
Shades all that pass or rest beneath her
Her love is all-encompassing
All are welcome
Arms outstretched
A home for tiny creatures, a haven for mighty beasts
She whispers, “Welcome, welcome!”
She begs not
Sips in humility,
the drinks from heaven or the gardener’s can
Her gratitude is the fruit and flowers she bears
By means of her, mankind survives
She may be found anywhere
From the most remote Island to the highest hilltop
Even the barren desert wanes her presence
She stands in obedience and will remain as long as she is in use
Neglect her not, for she is a source of wisdom
Her love is selfless
Ponder over her qualities and become a beautiful tree
Become, become.
Malaish Ya Makkah
I see thunder
I see lightning
I see the sun
Resembling Venus
She fumes in fury
I see the blessed mountains
Crumble to dust
I see NOT a new horizon!
As I close my eyes
In guilt to distract my vision
of this tragic reality
Images of destruction, greed, genocide, and oppression
come to life.
The sacred house
The Black Stone
The Makkans
Pilgrims united
All stand, frozen in time and space
Protest their anguish
Hands raised to the heavens;
“Has the final hour come?” They ask.
A voice calls out, “This is just the beginning!”
Still bystanders transformed to statues;
clay like figurines from prehistoric Arabia
The skies cry a mighty roar
Out pours Noah’s flood
A modern day deluge
Systematically sent by gruesome souls;
stone hearted capitalists
to wash away opposing residue.
A new day dawns
History a washed buried beneath layers of artifacts
treasures, sacred dwellings, Abrahamic heritage,
companions and female daughters.
Now all in abyss.
Extinct at last!
Processions follow
Grand ceremonies
Mass Celebrations
Media Madness
Economic boom
Ribbons cut
Surgeons gather to unveil New Bakkah.
Like a forced marriage
Bakkah sobs in utter sorrow
To the world like Mother Queen
She upkeeps her gracious smile
A modified bride stitched, scarred,
Coated with wax
Her blood stained gown
remains oblivious to the masses.
‘LE ELAFI QURAISH’ she murmurs in pain.
In shame we offer our condolence to you oh mother with two simple words:
Malaish Ya Makkah.
Tears of Blood
Built by Angels as the House of Ateeq,
Then by Adam
Marked by Abraham’s feet
The Holy Kaba was built, and built again
The symbol of Monotheism, the Secret of Human
A sign of unity and for the worship of One
The direction of Hymn for all under the Sun
She is our symbol
She stood in the barren valley with conviction
Persevering under all extreme condition
Her family the Hanifs
Her religion their Peace (Islam)
Yet do we realize..
That She was skillfully placed
Amongst the Valley of Bekkah
To be protected by the Mountains of Makkah.
The gracious Desert surrounding her,
Yet fertile as “Stop Flowing, Stop Flowing” by the Sigh of Hajer
She stood with this family for even longer
Her love for them, her attachment..
Likened to Mother Earth
Today she cries blood
Her ancient family has been snatched,
Call it rape or murder
The worst brutalities in her history..
She sees it all
She witness all this
It is happening now
Yet she is silent
Her language is ancient unknown to most
Shedding tears of blood
Heralding Divine Mercy,
Likened to none other than Noah’s flood
Her heart has been pierced akin to genocide’ How dare they commit these injustices’
‘My natural family, what’s happened to them?’
Who is listening, who is to defend this onslaught against my honor?
Surely this is the sign of the Final Hour!
So She sent her armies,
Who are silent, sincere and loyal
To seek her Imam who is most royal
Abraham’s descendants
Her spiritual Stewarts
“Lee elafi Quraysh”
Like the Ababeel,
The Awliya, the Nuqabah, the Nujabah,
The Ruqbah and Budala,
The Awtad and Al Aqtaab,
All Her Men,
With Her Cry She Summons
Labaik! They reply the era is nigh
For this House to wipe
Her tears of blood dry.
