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Mountains of Makkah

Immovable Mountains of Makkah
Pegged into the sacred soil of Madina
In the Presence of the only Mustafa
The Beloved of the Most High
We stand before the blessed dome seeking his grace and light
Ya Mustafa Ya Mujtaba
Irhamlana!
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Heavenly Scheme

Ya Ghumbatul Khadraa

Ya Gumbatul Khadara
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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

Man at the Gate

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”

Be Like the Tree

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

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

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.