Our Shame, His Mercy Poem by Rubaba Mmahajia Rahma Sabtiu

He tells me and you
My Mercy prevails over my wrath
Did you believe Him?
Yes, I did
Because I have heard it
I have seen it
His wrath now should overcome His Rahma
Yet His Mercy we enjoy in abundance
Did you see the mother’s child scream at her?
What about when she beat her?
Ooo yes! It is true
Then those naughty boys and girls
They finally do it right in the street
That which was to be concealed from every other eye
Then the passerby who was most Allah fearing
He told them; ‘Move away a bit so we could pass.’
Now look at that man and that woman
They do not want each other anymore
The man says; ‘I will only marry him.’
The woman says; ‘I will also only marry her.’
This isn’t the tales of a storyteller
Nor the lines of a poet
This is as it is said to be
Have you seen those little ones?
Their stomachs are suddenly protruding
Ooo yes! That is also true!
But they are not married
We begin to search the owners of the stomachs
The girls mention names
The names say; ‘I had something with her but I am not responsible.’
And the girls continue mentioning more names
Then some of them accept
The shame of our times
And there are more, far worse
Unpleasant to the hearing
Nasty to the seeing
Thought provoking to the mind
Painful to the heart
If you haven’t seen, haven’t you heard?
So we are gradually at that time
That time when holding onto eemaan
That precious feeling
It will be like burning coal
In the hands of its possessor
Yes! If you haven’t seen it, you should hear it
Yet His rain cools
His sun shines
His wind blows
His Rahma flows in abundance
His Mercy still prevails over His wrath
And someone asks a heavy question
Why then does man insist on being an open enemy to Allah?
And that had set me thinking
Our Shame, His Rahma…

RMRS (MAY,2014)