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




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


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


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?



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!



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


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

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

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.

Muslim Imperatives (Poem) – By Novid Shaid

Muslim Imperatives

Smile endearingly like Al Mustafa

Brighter than an iridescent star

Rise celestially like Isa

Transcending corporeal fever

Conjure mystic snakes like Musa

Which devour the pull of Lucifer

Teach insightful lessons like Al Khidr

Slay the evil imp lurking within

Endure your quandaries like Ibrahim

Scorched by worldly fires but still serene

Supplicate with tears like Maryam

Ask for blessings of miraculous sums

Love your companions like Adam

Appreciate your sir or your madam

Show true patience like Asiya

With pharaonic souls and behaviour

Search for holy water like Hajar

Traverse the mounts of genuine manners

Rest like the seven sleepers of the cave

Hibernate from tendencies depraved

Convey your trusts faithfully like Jibril

Honour your receiver and reveal

Stand for truth like Abu Bakr As Siddiq

Stern with the arrogant; kind with the weak

Rule dependants like Umar ibn Al Khattab

Mediate fairly avoiding harm

Read Quran like Uthman Ibn Affan

Whether in safety or in enemy hands

Strive against deception like Imam Ali

Rip off the gates of inner hypocrisy

Believe sincerely like Khadija

Stay with the truth when most waver

Learn by heart like Lady Aisha

Capture wisdom like an early riser

Abstain from vanity like Fatima

Be in the world like a traveller

Worship the Only One like Al Hasan

Before light appears on the horizon

Campaign and move onwards like Al Husain

Before the tyrants struggle unafraid

Safeguard texts and secrets like dear Hafsa,

As the Quran was entrusted to her

Unify like Bilal Al Habashi

Crush your sins under boulders of unity

Travel like Salman Al Farisi

Gaining untold wisdom endlessly

Persevere and strive like Sumayya

Sacrifice your soul for divine favour

Nurture nature like Abu Hurayra

Be the cats and animals’ saviour

Serve leaders like Anas Bin Malik

Make your service glisten like magic

Love the poor like Uwais Al Qarani

Share your blessings even in poverty

Lead the masses like Umar ibn Abdul Aziz

Treat the rich and poor impartially

Purge your thick self, like Abu Hanifa,

Understand the rulings of the ether

Cherish Medina like Imam Malik

Dismount your horse and feel his dynamic

Efface your self, like Imam Ash Shafi

Even in genius show humility

Cling unflinchingly, like Ahmed Ibn Hanbal

To your creed and your principles

See your faults like Imam Jafar As Saddiq

Let not your lineage make you lethargic

Flee from worldlings like Mulay Idris

Whether in the west or in the east

Reject, like Imam Hasan Al Basri,

The vain glories of this world and history

Eulogise like Rabia Al Adawiyya

Reject the idols that people revere

Recite janaza prayers like Al Bistami

Upon the world’s commotions and tsunamis

Roam for God, like Dhun Nun Al Misri

Searching unceasingly for divine mysteries

Relinquish, like Ibrahim Ibn Adham,

Your earthly throne and mass media bedlam

Walk on earth like Bishr Al Hafi

Waken your sleeping soul like caffeine

Watch your soul like Zubda and Mughda

Make love and service your inner dogma

Join the schools like Imam Al Junayd

See the names and essences unveil

Hide your worship, like Bahlul Majnun

Don’t fret if people think you are a fool

Deny your selfish self, like Lubaba,

Resist the urge to swagger and blabber

Love the next world like Mu’mina

Transcend the aim for fame and villas

Burn your ships like Tariq Bin Ziyad

Face your inner fears, making a stand

Experiment with life, like Imam Al Razi

Test the chemicals of life’s safari

Aim for excellence like Fakhru Din Al Razi

Purify your faith from heresies

Contemplate deeply, like Ibn Rushd,

The signs and symbols of Godhood

Study humankind like Ibn Khaldun

Learn from Bedouins and urban fools

Journey through the earth like Ibn Battuta

See with your own eyes, not with computers

Rise with merit like Lubna of Cordoba

From slavery to exquisite culture

Humble your intellect like Imam Ghazali

Discipline your soul before life’s finale

Conquer the deserts like Hazrat Jilani

Prevail over the world’s spell, uncanny

Accompany sages like Ibn Al Arabi

Absorb their state and spirits’ clarity

Proselytise like Muhyidin Chisti

Dispel misconceptions, dim and misty

Love your friends like Rumi and Shams Tabriz

Let true friendship cure this life’s malaise

Persist and resist like Ertugul Ghazi

Never bowing before the enemy

Conquer your psyche like Al Faatih

Make these victories in constanti

Sail the seas like Imam Ash Shadhili

Against the winds of hidden idolatry

Pray with your secret like Naqshabandi

Gaze into your heart’s profundity

Forgive and be gracious like Salahudin

Those close to you or even your enemies

Share your riches like Mansa Musa

Be generous whilst in your cruiser

Facilitate like Fatima Fehri

Fund the arts, learning and poetry

Flourish superbly like Fakhr Un Nisa

Flow and curl like a master calligrapher

Dress yourself like Imam An Nawawi

Just one suit of utter simplicity

Rouse your ruh like Jani Begum

Ride your elephant; fight for the heavens

Project-manage like Mihrimah Sultan

Build structures steeped in excellence and charm

Compose couplets like Imam Busayri

Praising the chosen one visionary

Send prayers and peace like Imam Al Jazuli

Make salawat your soul and duty

Purify intentions like Imam Haddad

Relish intention’s sky like a nomad

Design structures like Mimar Sinan

Instil a sense of awe across the lands

Direct your sultanate like Uthman Dan Fodio

Make law and spirit your guiding glow

Silence your self like Ma Laichi

Like Khufiyya release your inner chi

See Rasul Allah like Ahmed Tijani

Wade through his tremendous valley

Invoke peace like Al Arabi Ad Darqawi

With all the jealous ones and their armies

Say Allah like Shaykh Ahmed Al Alawi

Until you see the Only Reality

Fight invaders like Tipu Sultan

Make your enemies shiver with alarm

Battle imperialists like Imam Shamil

Purge the empire of your cruel will

Protect the vulnerable like Al Jazairi

Those of faith or other minorities

Tame your lion like Ahmadu Bamba

Just for the truth invoke your anger

Leave this world like Omar Al Mukhtar

Facing death like a warrior

Study Al Quran like Marmaduke Pickthall

Let the verses settle and enthral

Know your degrees like Al Shabrawi

Rise through the seven souls sincerely

Disappear through the One and Only One

Say His name, until your self has gone.



Poet, author and educator Novid Shaid pens a heartfelt poem in the aftermath of the Christchurch massacre.

By Novid Shaid, March 2019

Let’s implement the Great Replacement
Let’s make the world supreme again!

Let’s replace the fear of the other
With the cheer of true brothers

Let’s replace the blaming of immigrants
With the blaming of ignorance

Let’s replace the scourge of racial supremacy
With the urge for common humanity

Let’s replace the illusion of racial supremacy
With the fusion of racial diversity

Let’s replace the sentiment of “they’re invading us,”
With the sentiment of “they’re guests for us.”

Let’s replace the darkness of cultural ignorance
With the understanding of cultural difference

Let’s replace the knee-jerk to separate and withdraw
With cooperating for the common good and the law

Let’s replace the vermin of extremist violence
With the sacred sermons of listening silence

Let’s replace the fifth columns of conspiracy
With the true solemn acts of charity

Let’s replace the fake news on racial extermination
And take views on racial invigoration

Let’s replace the ghettos of hatred and malice
With the gardens of love and compassion

Let’s replace the dread of Trojan horses, hidden
With the sincere search for the truth within

Let’s replace the desire to nuke a whole race
With the desire to invigorate the human race

Let’s replace the fear of Muslims and Islam
With true knowledge to avert future harm

Let’s implement the Great Replacement
Let’s make the world supreme again!

To see more of this author’s work, visit his website at 

Dear Aotearoa Don’t Weep – Poem on the New Zealand Massacre

Shaykh Musab Penfound writes an emotional and profound poem to Aotearoa (New Zealand) in the wake of the Christchurch massacre. new zealand massacre

Dear aotearoa don’t weep
Your trees speak of so much sadness but your sky is in you
And your people you lift
Celestial, connected, pure.

Don’t listen to the piercing screams of those that have forgotten how to speak
They’d forgotten long before
how to even be
and so their humanity lies severed, scouring your land which bleeds.
But you will heal,
as you have done before.
For your land and heavens are connected – the land of the long white cloud.

And this new call will be heard
once more, but this time
louder than ever before
In your silent beauty
from you’re heavenly shores,
and your mountains tall
and your green hills
and your shy face.

Dear aotearoa don’t weep
Your mana runs too deep,
and I know this is why you cry so peacefully,
But the waves ahead must witness your face held up high,
to see your humble maninimity,
and the eternal, shaking, moving, waking strength
in your quiet peace.
Keep the peace,
so those that can still see, behold your face and learn to retrace
the steps through your hills,
back to their humanity.
A severed people, that are deaf
to your voice
should not silence what you speak. Sing on and sing like never before – as you always have
and as only you know how.

The green stone bled too on that day, and I wonder if you still have tears left to weep.
Please don’t run dry.
Now is the time for your clemency, now is the time for your rains to revive
and quench the souls that have bled dry,
so their sacrifice will bring your soil back to life.
You are alive.
You are more living
than so many that claim to be,
and because of this
your heart feels such pain.

Some may suppose your outpost
on the edge of the globe
is too far away to pay attention too;
a busied peoples
with no time nor space
to reflect in themselves,
let alone their world.

But your cradling,
by the Hand that holds you
veils eyes that cannot see
and keeps your innocent beauty.

Dear aotearoa don’t weep,
we feel your pain and our tears flow from and back unto the same streams,
you know what must be done
so uphold your mana and keep it real.

And the one who ascended beyond the seven skies,
(upon him prayers and eternal peace),
to bring down knowledges for hearts that can see
from his Lord and the Lord of the Land of the Long White Cloud,
and the world and the stars and the planets and hills,
rivers and streams,
The One, The Unique –
we ask upon you be serenity, tranquility, light, strength, guidance and peace.

Poetry and the Spiritual Journey

Fatimah Gomez reflects on her writing journey, and how poetry can cultivate spiritual growth.poetry

Sometimes, we may feel as if few truly understand the hardships that we go through in our lives. As I grew older, I realized that the struggle in our spiritual paths was something very real. I wanted to convey the importance of it to others, show that others go through hardships like any of us.

Ink written upon smooth paper brought the gravity of the spiritual journey to life for me. I knew that not everyone connected, understood and articulated words in the exact same way, but I found that the beauty of poetry was just that. It gave so many different meanings, connections and recognition of intentions for others to see, for a chance for others to take what they benefited from and leave the rest. The vast door behind poetry created a connection, a form of articulation of feelings and expressions for me. It gave me a way to convey my praise, my love, my joy, my struggles, within just a structure of words in a satisfying way for the soul.

Muslim Poets Through the Ages

Muslims poets in the past demonstrated their great yearning for their Beloved by compiling poems that spoke of sweet praise and yearning. Their words gave a way of reflecting over experiences of praise and striving for closeness to Allah. They also used poems to articulate themselves to the world, letting their thoughts and heart spill onto the paper. Even the Prophet Muhammad, Allah bless him and give him peace, had his own poets that would praise and glorify Allah through their words that were stitched with such love and sweetness. The poets who appeared in every age, created a connection spurred by words with their Beloved, enclosing them in a bonded connection that we all seek today as Muslims. Many of these poets are greatly known today, including Imam Al-Busiri, who wrote the entire Qasida Burdah, which is recited around the world. Spiritual masters such as Gawth Abu-Madyan, and Sheikh Muhammad Al-Habib, wrote poetry and songs that gave us a invitation to the experiences and deep connections they shared with their beloveds.

Words and Intentions

My goal was to let people understand the hardships of others, letting them recognize that we all struggle. I found that this understanding led to closer relationships with like-minded hearts who struggle along the same path, focusing on the same goal in their sight. However, I didn’t want to unwisely expose my own personal experiences and struggles. When I stumbled upon poetry, I realized that rhythms, rhymes and free verses were a perfect way for me to do so, while concealing my real story behind my own words.

Every word that I crafted, every verse that was written, I did so with three intentions. Firstly, I prayed that my words were a way for others to find an uplifting joy in the connection that would inspire them in beneficial ways along their own journey. Second, I had the intention of writing words to bring me closer to Allah’s pleasure. And lastly, all my poetry has the light of hope twisted into the meanings. I wanted to show others that there’s still hope to cling onto in a world of pain and destruction.

Writing to Allah and His Prophet

My poetry of praise brought me closer to loved ones, strengthened my desire to be with the Prophet, and made me yearn to learn more about him and Allah. Another beautiful thing about writing poetry is that we all articulate ourselves in our own unique manners and ways, making every word we say particularly special, ultimately discovering our true selves in the words we say, write, chant and praise.

My words held stories of struggles, pain, joy and moments nobody would ever truly know or understand except for my Lord. Writing created a wall that I could hold myself behind, a wall of words that people understood and connected to in their own unique and special ways, while behind that wall I shared a conversation with my Lord that only He knew about.

Not everyone will be attracted or encouraged to the idea of discovering the secrets behind poetry, but I would encourage others to try writing about their experiences, feelings, expressing their emotions in an intimate way with their Lord. I’ve always felt relieved and satisfied after putting together a poem that speaks my heart out, and I pray that we will all be able to find ways to re-connect, build and strengthen the delicate relationship of our Lord in such ways.

Poetry in Practice

A year ago, I stumbled upon a beautiful project called “Letters to the Beloved,” led by Sanad Collective, an organization based in Ottawa, Canada. This annual competition was aimed at a diverse audience of all ages and backgrounds, an invitation to allow others to discover their connection with the Prophet by writing a letter or a poem to him. This allowed for many to discover the power of their connection with their Beloved and express their yearning for him through the power of words. Over 300 letters and poems were submitted this year, with so many beautiful writings and articulations of love and longing. This year, I decided to submit a poem of mine, which explains where I continuously found love of the Prophet in the many journeys and roads of life.

Where Love is Found

A Poem to the Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم by Fatimah Gomez

Where it steeps from my heart the longer you’re near me

Where your presence is louder than the yellow sun collapsing

Where the pulse on my throat races against its own mortality

Searching for the true faith I need from you.

Where these ungrateful limbs of mine weep with endless sins

Where you give me the clearest water to cleanse my soul within

Where the clarity on this path of golden light starts to begin

I clutch your promise to my chest true.

Where ten thousand lies dance around

Where life’s lines are blurring, never ever sound

Where my ego’s long trailing cape is stripped, no longer gowned

Because humility and shame at this point are long due.

Where times become blurred with confusion and pain

Where the struggles of this world are enough to drive me insane

Where this candle of hope suddenly bursts into flames

And I imagine how you fell down hardships, too.

Where I trip and nearly devolve deep down in desperate despair

Where life leads me down traps I enter, completely unaware

Where mocking whispers enter my heart in a confused nightmare

I call out frightened, but knowing that like you, I’ll find my way out soon.

Where sweetness shrouds my body and paves my nights

Where I beg you to take my hand, not to leave from my sight

Where I press my fingers to your pulse as I’m overcome with plights

Knowing that your firm faith will eventually carry me through.

Where the chant of praise stirs within my heart, penetrates my soul

Where it forms this spirit of mine completely whole

Where this heart is purified from its cloaked state of coal

I realize that pain in this life was something I never knew.

Where the gentle rhythm of your heart revives mine from the dead

Where I place my foot ever so carefully upon the path that you tread

Where the soothing praise through my entire body begins to finally spread

And the light of your presence shines through.

Where your golden light strikes my vision suddenly blind

Where I was offered the distant mirages of this world but politely declined

Where the rope of your mercy I finally could grip and find

Suddenly, I want to see only the light emitting from you.

Where this heart of mine aches sorrowfully with painful cries

Where tears spring into these watering eyes of mine

When I wish that I were alive at that time

Just to have a brief glimpse of you.

Where your gentleness sweeps away the layers of dust off my heart

Where my tears of shameful cries are flowing from the start

Where realization strikes me that along this journey, we will never part

Because my Beloved صلى الله عليه وسلم,

I need you.

Fatimah Gomez is 15 years old, and the second eldest  of five. She’s currently in high school and has had a passion for writing since age 9. Recently, she completed her first book for Muslim youth, which she intends to publish soon. She enjoys playing and watching soccer, training for taekwondo, jdm cars, discovering the beauty in art and poetry and connecting with Allah’s creation.