Highest Station – A Poem by Baraka Blue

Highest Station

by Baraka Blue

The greatest of all creation
attaining the highest station
the personification of the final revelation
the weight he shouldered
the mountains would have crumbled
to boulders
the mountains would have
crumbled to…

The most humble
al-Ameen [the truthful]
I wish I could hold your hand
kiss it like the black
stone at the Ka’ba
you rode into Mecca with your head bowed
the rahma [mercy]
those who persecuted you and all of your sahaba [companions]
you forgave, so they could be saved
never in anyone who walked this earth
has their been a heart softer
yet so brave
whether marching in the battlefield,
feeding the poor, or meditating in the cave

I wish I could be the dirt
beneath your sandal
you’re a candle in the darkness
a spark that’s never extinguished
never relinquished
they never could sink this ark
the purest heart
the purest heart.

I wish I could catch the water
that dripped from you
wish I could have been at Uhud
and take that hit for you
How blessed are the companions
that sit with you
I close my eyes
my body trembles as I picture you
my throat swells
my eyes are wells
not being with you in the afterlife
thats hell

We are your umma [community]
we are here in this dunya [lower realm]
Ya RasulAllah [Messenger of God] we try our best
to follow your sunna [way]
I’ll never let you from my heart
on the Isra and Mi’raj [Night Journey and Ascension]
as you traveled
through the stars
Gibreel [Angel Gabriel] left your side
he couldn’t travel that far
I would have grabbed your cloak until
I burned and dissolved.

I bear witness
you have delivered
the Message
peace and blessings
upon your essence
I bear witness
you have delivered
the Message
peace and blessings
upon your essence
and we bear witness
you have delivered
the Message
peace and blessings upon your essence.

Source: https://barakablue.tumblr.com/ – a collection of poems by Baraka Blue.

Baraka Blue recited this poem for the SeekersGuidance Perfect Mercy Program which aired on 23th October. See full program here.  

Poem: Locked Down – Novid Shaid

Novid Shaid, a well respected poet from the UK, writes a poem to lift our spirits during this time of isolation and lock down.

 

LOCKED DOWN

One night as I sat
Shackled up by Facebook
The jitters from the Twitter
Filled my body and my face shook
The trap of the Whatsapp
Enwrapped my intentions
But a voice from beyond
Just arrested my attention
—-
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu alayhi was sallam!
—-
Locked down to the ground
Of the multiplicity
My heart was aground
A beleaguered city
Spellbound in the haze
Of my lusts’ euphoria
But the voice cleared away
The phantasmagoria
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu alayhi was sallam!
I arose with a heave
Enclosed by acedia
My head leaking facts
From the Wikipedia
My eyes bleeding tracks
From the social media
But the voice kindled me
I rejoiced with a fever
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallau alayhi wa sallam!
I strained to my door
To the ways of the speaker
My phone tingling
Making me feel weaker
My soul signalling
To awake like a seeker
The voice echoing
And the light shone brighter
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu alayhi wa sallam!
I followed the voice
In my mind’s metropolis
Approached by these hawkers
And hucksters and sophists
They plied me with gadgets
And pure luxuria
But the voice stirred me
Like the Queens of Nubia
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu alayhi was sallam!
Then beyond the display
Of my urban madness
A pistachio tree
I encountered with gladness
The limbs shivering
With the breezes of Oneness
The leaves whispering
Shimmering with abundance
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam!
The roots of the tree
Spoke to me in a dialect
The fruits of the tree
Was a map to redirect
“To find the essence
When you’re feeling remoteness
Recite this sentence
Tune in to the gnosis.”
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu Alayhi Was Sallam!

Novid Shahid

Poem: Wa La Nablu Wanna Kum – Novid Shaid

In appreciation of Sura Baqarah (chapter 2), Verse 155.

 

Wa La Nablu Wanna Kum

I’d heard this verse

Many times before

But I fell in the world’s momentum

And now I’m drawn,

Like a looping moth

To the light of

Wa La Nablu Wanna Kum

 

I’d heard this verse

So deep and terse

But I swayed in a sea of fevers

But now I am swept

Like a floating wreck

To the shores of

Wa la Nablu Wanna Kum

 

I’d heard this verse

With a heart immersed

In the dread of the world’s hysteria

But now the only thing to panic-buy

Is the key for

Wa la Nablu Wanna Kum

 

I’d heard this verse

In the Friday prayers

While my mind viewed conspiracy theories

But now the fake news

Needs to be rebuked

With the truth of

Wa la Nablu Wanna Kum

 

I’d heard this verse

In the universe

Of talks and the deen intensives

But now all the notes

And inspiring quotes

Need to act on

Wa la Nablu Wanna Kum

 

I’d heard this verse

When things were worse

For the poor folk mired in outbreaks

But now the vaccine

For my uncertainties

Is the pledge of

Wa la Nablu Wanna Kum

 

Novid Shaid, March 2020

Poem : COVID-19 – By Novid Shaid

COVID 19 BY NOVID 77

Dear COVID,

I’m NOVID

And I’m older by 42

I’ve seen the SARS

Mad Cow disease

And AIDS and Avian flu

Bird flu, Man-flu, Ebola

I’ve seen them on the news

And now you’re here, Corona crown

Pandemic and epically

Epidemic of our media age

Behaving untypically

Scourge of men and stock markets

Endemic to the earth

A pulsing strain of pathogens

You’re spreading round your worth!

Soon you may encounter me

Coughing through NOVID then

Coasting through my veins and blood

We’d meet and start to blend

COVID could imbue NOVID

Then I would be your host

Conflated with an acronym

Not such a thing to boast!

Now name-calls in registers

Could make me squirm in shame

People may remember you

When they gaze at my name

I guess if I spread ill like you

They’ll see COVID in NOVID then

I guess if I harass the weak

COVID in NOVID then

Your name could blight me, permanently

No cheer would my name give

Thoughts of dire suffering

By saying just: NOVID

But if I learn the art of love

Like Tiresias transcend

If I spread verse and elegies

OVID in NOVID then!

But If I learn to weather storms

Like Ulysses and his men

If I ride waves of discontent

OVID in NOVID then!

So COVID 19 here you are

With NOVID 77

Perhaps there’s poetic justice

Perhaps there is a blessing

Perhaps through you I’ll know myself

And wash hands for 20 seconds

 

By Novid Shaid, 2020

www.novid.co.uk

Love for Lady Fatima – Habib Umar

A poem by Habib Umar bin Hafiz on the love for Lady Fatima al-Zahra (May Allah be pleased with her):

بِفَـاطِــمَـةْ قَـدْ صَــفَـا حَــاِلـي وَ نـِـلْـتُ الْـمَـرَ امْ
‎بِــضْـعَــةْ مُـحَــمَّـدْ حَــبِـيْبُ اللهِ خَــيْـرُ ا لأَ نــَامْ

By Fatima my state has been purified and I’ve attained all that I seek.
A piece of Muhammad, Allah’s Beloved, the best of humanity

‎أَعْــلَـى لــَــهَـا الُلهُ قَـدْرً ا فِـي اْلــعُـلا َ وَ الْــمَــقَـامْ
‎نِــعْمَ الْــبَــتُـوْ لِ الرَّ ضِــيَّـةْ نُــوْر كُـلِّ الــظُّـلا َمْ

Allah raised her rank and station to the highest
How excellent is the Chaste, Pleasing One, a light in every darkness

‎أُمُّ الْـحَـسَـنْ وَ الْـحُـسِـيـن أَهْـلُ الْــمَرَاقِـي الْــعِـظَـامْ
‎لــَـهُمْ عَـطَـايــَا مِنَ الْــمَـوْلَـى كِــبَـارْ جــسَـامْ
Mother of al Hasan and al Husayn, of tremendous ascension
Recipients of grand, momentous Divine gifts

‎هُمْ سَـادَة أَهْــل الْـجِـنَـانِ الْــعَـالـِـيـَّةْ يـَـا غُــلا َمْ
‎مَــنْ حــبُّـهُمْ صــدقْ بـَـا يـَـسْـكُــنْ بِــدَ ارِ الــسَّــــلا َمْ

They are the masters of the highest paradise
Whoever loves them truthfully will dwell in the abode of peace

‎وَ مَـنْ تـَـــعَـلَّـقْ بِـــهِمْ يــَـظْــفَرْ بِـــنَــيْـلِ الْــمَرَ امْ
‎أَكــرَ مْـتِ يـَـا بِــضْــعَـةْ أَحْــمَـدْ فَـانْــعِـمِـي بـِالـتَّـــمَـامْ

And whoever attaches himself to them shall attain all desires
How generous you are, O piece of Ahmed, so please complete the favour

‎وَ امْــنَـحِــيْ عَــبْـدَ كُمْ فِـي الْــقُرْ بِ أَعْـلَـى و سَـــامْ
‎نقوم بحمل الريات الهد أحسن قيام

And confer upon your slave the highest distinction of proximity
The distinction of upholding the Flag of guidance most excellently

‎تَـــعُمُّ دَ عْــوَ تَـــةُ فِـي ا لأ َ كْــــوَ انِ كُــلَّ ا لأَ نَــامْ
‎نــَـلْـــبَــسُ خَــلْـعِ إِرْثُ مَــا يــَصِـفْ سَــنَـاهَــا كَـــلا َمْ

So that the Prophets call encompasses all humanity
And thus we are dressed with the robe of Prophetic inheritance, whose brilliance is indescribable

‎يـَـانُــوْ رُ قَــلْـبِـيْ وَ يــَا أُمِّـيْ عَــلَــيْـك الـسَّـــلا َمْ
‎فِـيْ كُــلِّ حَــالٍ وَ شَــأْنٍ كُــلِّ لــَحْـظَــةٍ دَ وَ امْ

O light of my heart, o my mother, upon you be peace
Perpetual in every state, affair, moment

‎عَــلَــيـْكَ صَـلَّـى ِإ لـــهِـيْ مَــعَ أَبِــيْـكَ ا لإِ مَـــامْ
‎ِإمَـــامْ كُــلِّ الْــوَ رَ ى فِـي كُــلِّ خَــاصٍّ وَ عَــامْ

May Allah send Blessings upon you along with your father, the imam
Imam of all creation, the elite and the commoners

‎الــشَّــا فِــعُ الْــمَــبْـتَــغ يَــوْ مُ الـلِّــقَـاءِ وَ الزِّ حَـــامْ
‎يـَـوْ مُ الْــمَــلا َ ئِــكْ تُـــنَـادِ يْ جَــمْـعَ كُــلّ ا لأَ نَــامْ

The sought over intercessor on the day of meeting and thronging
The day the angels call out to all in the assembly

‎غُـضُّــوْ ا أَبـْـصَــارَكُمْ تَــمُـرُّ بِــنْـت الـنَّـبِـيِّ بِـالـسَّــــلا َمْ
‎وَ نــَكِّـسُـوْ ا رُ ؤُ وْ سَـكُـمْ مَــاأَعْــظَـمَـهُ وَ الله ُ مَــقَـامْ

“Lower your gaze for the daughter of the Prophet is passing in safety and bow your heads”.
O how tremendous a station!

‎أتَــَـذْ كُـرِ يــْنِـي مَــعَـكِ أَعْـبُرْ وَ مَـنْ لَــهُ ذِ مَـــامْ
‎حَـاشَـــاكِ يـَـا أُمُّـــنَـا تـَــنـْسِـيْنَ هَــذَا الْـغُــــلا َمْ

Please remember me, so I cross with you, and all under your care.
Far be it for you, O mother, to forget this boy of yours!

‎مَـحْــسُـو بِــكُـمْ يـَـرْ تـَـجِــيْـه مِـنـْكُـمْ بِــهِ ا لإِ هْــتِـمَـامْ
‎أَ نْـتُــمْ مَــرَ ا مُــهْ وَ مَـقْـصُـوْ دُهُ وَ نـِـعْمَ الْــمَـرَ امْ

Your child is hoping for your attention
You are his goal and desire, and what an excellent desire!

‎يـَـا بِــنْـتَ طــهَ فَـــؤَ ادِ يْ فِـيْ مَـحَـــبَّــتِـكِ هَــــامْ
‎وَ اللهِ أَ نْــتُـــمْ مُــرَ ادِ يْ فِي الــدُّ نــَا وَ الْــقِــــيَـامْ

O daughter of Taha, my heart is enraptured by your love
By Allah, you are my desire in this world and the Resurrection

‎وَ مَــا أَنــَا ِإ لاَّ بِــكُـمْ يـَـا سَـــادَ تِــيْ يـَـا كِــرَ امْ
‎عَـــلَــيْـكِ مَـــعَ وَ الِـــدكِ أَذْ كَـي الـصَّــــلا َةُ وَ الـسَّـــلا َمْ

And I am through none other than you, O my generous masters
Upon you with your parents be the purest of salutation and peace

‎وَ أَهْـلُ الْـكِــسَـاءْ وَ اهْـلِ بَـــيـْتِـهِ عَــالِــيِـيْنَ الْــمَـــقَـامْ
‎وَ الـصَّـحْـبِ أَجْــمَــعْ وَ مَـنْ عَــلَـى هُـدَ اهُ اسْــتَــقَـامْ

And the people of the cloak and his family; all of lofty stations,
And all the companions and those steadfast upon guidance.

The Intimate Prayers of Ibrahim b. Adham – By Shaykh Abdul-Rahim Reasat

I’ve left all people, entirely, for your love.

I’ve orphaned my dependants so I can see you.

 

If, for love, You diced me up into many pieces,

My deep-feeling heart would yearn for none besides You.

 

Pardon (this) weak (slave) who has hastened to You.

He has come full of hope in Your generosity.

 

If, O Overseer, he has disobeyed You,

At least he has not prostrated to anyone worshipped besides You.

 

My Dear God, your sinful slave has rushed to You,

Admitting his sins, and has called on You;

 

So, If You forgive, that is becoming of You,

And if You cast (him) away, who will show mercy besides You?

 

The Intimate Prayers of Ibrahim b. Adham

 

Ibrahim b. Adham, the great early ascetic, has been greatly respected throughout Islamic history for his righteousness and devotion. He was a prince, enjoying the lavish lifestyle his social position afforded him, when, one day, the call to God changed the course of his life.

He was out hunting when he heard a voice speak from his saddle. It said, “O Ibrahim, you were not created for this, nor were you commanded to do so.” This had such a deep effect on him that he left his life of luxury and set off to find the pleasure of Allah.

These lines are an expression of the state of slavehood he had before Allah. They express his desire to please Allah through the many sacrifices he gave hoping attain closeness with the divine. The emit the fragrance of his love for Allah which nothing could change. They cry out for the forgiveness and acceptance a needy slave years for from his perfect, generous Lord.

He died in the year 162 AH defending the Muslim lands at Jablah, on the Syrian coast. May Allah be well-pleased with him, and us because of His love for this great saint.

A Poem for Personal Problems – Novid Shaid

A Poem for Personal Problems

 

One day I awoke

Aching head and broke

Someone shaking me

Cursing deafeningly:

 

“Time to get angry!

Irascibility!

 

You’ve been hurt and tricked!

People take the mick!

You don’t deserve this!

So, give them all a miss!

 

Time to feel despair!

Your life has no repair!

 

Double-dealing spouse!

Children wreck your house! 

Relatives are war!

And friends just make you poor!

 

Devils in their blood!

They drag you in the mud!

 

Not enough money!

This is not funny!

Others get the breaks!

But your problems just bake…

 

Allah hates your face!

You’re such a big disgrace!

 

Might as well give up

You’ll never have the luck

Prayer is just pointless

Your life is just a mess…

 

Might as well end it…

Do it and do be quick!”

 

I arose provoked

By the one who spoke

Devil with a key

With which he’d made entry

 

In my house he came!

My discontent his game!

 

Then I wept, praying

To the Only King

Send me some relief!

From all this pain and grief!

 

Give me harmony!

Through Mustafa’s bounty!

 

Suddenly, a wind

Subtle, sweet and thin

Irresistible

It soothed all my troubles

 

And the devil screamed!

It tumbled in the breeze!

 

Flying out the door

Devil cried and swore

I replaced the lock

And let the wind unblock

 

All the hurt within

Flew out upon the wind!

 

Then I read and prayed

Crying out His name

Clearing up my rooms

So, Presence could imbue

 

When my house was clear

The Lights said: “There’s no fear,”

 

He is always there

He is ever near

Troubles still arise

But the Lights galvanise!

 

“There’s no fear nor grief

Allah is the relief!”

 

By Novid Shaid, 2019

www.novid.co.uk

A Poetic Gift for Rabi al Awwal – Novid Shaid

Novid Shaid pens a heartwarming poetic piece on the Beloved (peace be upon him and his family):

 

When he lifted his hand to my heart
He was so odious to me
When he lifted his hand from my heart
He was most beloved to me
 
I was circling the house of Allah
With a mission engaging me
To murder Muhammad
The troublemaking Hashimi
He had shattered the bonds
Of our families and our certainties
He had poisoned the hearts of our friends
From our rites and our deities
 
When he lifted his hand to my heart
He was so odious to me
When he lifted his hand from my heart
He was most beloved to me
 
I approached him, prepared, through the crowds
Steadying to dispatch of him
He was easy prey in the open
Not a soul was protecting him
But before I could render the blow
His eyes burrowed into me
I sensed an absorbing radiance
A profundity
 
Then he lifted his hand to my heart
He was still odious to me
When he lifted his hand from my heart
He was most beloved to me
 
When he lifted his hand to my heart
He was my sworn enemy
When he lifted his hand from my heart
I was mended eternally
 
When he lifted his hand to my heart
His beliefs were absurdities
When he lifted his hand from my heart
There was no other guide for me
 
When he lifted his hand to my heart
He was so odious to me
When he lifted his hand from my heart
He was most beloved to me

Novid Shaid 2019 Rabbi Al Awwal 1441

When Rabi al-Awwal Comes – Habib Umar

* Courtesy of Muwasala

Sayyidi Habib Umar bin Hafiz (may Allah protect him and benefit us by him) tells us how to receive the month of Rabi al-Awwal.

When Rabi al-Awwal comes open your heart to receive the divine outpouring and to attain closeness to Allah and His Beloved. Do not place anything above him. We have not been permitted to love anyone or anything, however great, as much as him. May Allah not deprive any of us of the goodness that You have because of the evil which we have.

This is the month of ennoblement – the month in which the Beloved ﷺ emerged into the world – the blessing was completed, the earth was illuminated. Make us amongst those who receive this month in the best way.

Seek spiritual gifts through purifying your heart. Establish gatherings in every room in your house in which Allah is remembered, in which the Mawlid and Sirah are read. Do you not long for this light, for this purity, for this beauty? Are you content to turn away from it? Why exchange jewels for filth? Who tricked us into removing the speech of Allah and the Messenger and the righteous and remembrance of Allah from our houses? He informed us that the house in which the Qur’an is recited appears to those in the heavens just as the stars appear to those on the earth. This is the speech of a tongue to whose truthfulness Allah Himself testified: He does not speak from caprice; it is no less than revelation sent down to him. Allah said of him: If you obey him you will find guidance. If you want guidance in all its meanings in this life and the next then follow My Beloved, My Chosen One.

The greatest fear is being turned away to a different direction on the day when his followers will be under his banner. On that day it will be clear to all that the Sovereign is One, the judge is One. Those who had been deluded in this life will be asked: “To whom belongs the Dominion today?” If you do not know Muhammad now, on that day everyone will know him. Everyone will lower their heads to him because he is the one that Allah has chosen.

Give us sincere intentions, purify our hearts and increase our certainty. Save the people of la ilaha illallah.

Turn to Him – present your state to Him:

 

No created thing has any portion of this affair neither here,

Nor there, so rely on the statement of the Truthful

He is the Lord, none other, and all

Are slaves under His governance without exception.

 So ask your Lord for enabling grace, forgiveness and His pleasure

And to be with the people of guidance, on the path

People that travelled to the All-Compassionate with high ambition

With truthfulness, sincerity, unobstructed

They obtained that which is beyond all other requests

By Allah what a noble and perfect life! 

– Imam al-Haddad

The Truth Will Prevail – Saliha Nazir

Sister Saliha Nazir, a student of SeekersGuidance, was motivated and inspired by her studies to write the following poem.

The Truth Will Prevail

You peer out from within the walls
That you built standing so tall
Wondering what you are doing here
You are held back by your own fear

The vast open fields and sky
Beckon to you, reminding you that you can fly
Won’t you listen to the call
To let go and enjoy the fall

You are not what you see
Understanding that is the key
The fortress of solitude that you built
Is boxing you in through your guilt

Turn to Your Lord in repentance
He is The One whose important is acceptance
Rest all is just an illusion
Running after the world is not a solution

There is a reality you cannot see
But for that you have to forget ‘I’ and ‘me’
The treasures are yours for taking
Why for this world are you your Lord forsaking

Take heed and turn away
Remember that there will be a day
When neither wealth nor children will avail
The Truth of Our Lord will prevail.