I welcomed this month on my knees, Wondering if I even needed to be facing Qibla because there could be chaos between us, and I’d still only have had eyes for You. You have my undivided attention. Is that the point, my Love? I can’t remember how old I was when I learnt the first root of our religion, But I remember all the years I spent not getting why it matters so much You are one, okay. It is only now, that I come to understand why you made it my Shadat Because the first step needs a destination chosen. A few months ago I learnt that it is not just that you are one, but that you are the Only one. My master once said that he stood at the gate of his heart, and only let You in. May my selection process be just as diligent. When I thought I was letting these days slip through my fingers, You reminded me again how much it is only You that could fix it. How many Sajdahs of mine will you move mountains for before you consider that I’m not even deserving? But there’s a part of me that says You don’t see it like that. Thank you for the butterfly in my musallah. A few weeks ago, a room empty of everyone familiar but full of lovers of You made it hit, You are One, and so am I. Because of that part of Yourself that you left when you breathed life into me, If you are independent of anyone, then I am too. I need to be. They shouldn’t be holding me up, they should be holding my hands So that together we can raise them up for dua. It takes a lot of pillars standing alone to hold the walls of a masjid. I am made of clay, You broke a mould for me, So there is no ‘finding myself’; you already gave me everything I needed. I have never needed anyone to fix or fill me. My master once said that my remedy is inside of me but I don’t see it. So it’s okay if nobody else’s answers satisfy me. I have them within myself. I’m sorry self love has just never come first. I looked for reflections of Him in everyone around you before I looked in the one I saw everyday. So dear you, or dear You, Dear the third daughter, I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to speak. I am here, I am listening. You have my undivided attention. • - 'Tawheed' (23rd Ramadhan 2018) #ramadhan #ramadan #ramadhan2018 #islamicwritings #tawheed #islamicpoet #poetess #poetry #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #allah #islam
