Ahamad Ilyaas Vilayathullah Poems

I'm not a poet,
In the conventional sense of the term.

I'm not a poet,
If poets are those
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I beckon you, my friend,
To open your eyes,
And see everything around,
The diverse everything,
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We're Muslims.
We believe in Allah,
The creator of the universe
And everything in it.
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The sky, the sun, the moon, the stars…
The clouds, the winds,
The earth, the greenery, the trees, the shrubs, the creepers,
The landscape, the waterscape,
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Every time I see the hardest kind of rocks,
I am reminded of the heart of a Jew
Who rebelled and transgressed, and flung to the skies
The manna and the salwa of divine grace
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In the dry, arid summer of my life
I kept praying to my lord, the creator,
Asking for a torrential downpour,
The rain that fills all the valleys and lowlands,
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It was a winter morning.
I was walking along the road.
The desert- turned city
Was unfriendly
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They who put you behind bars
For years over a dozen now,
Are killing you inch by inch,
Muscle by muscle, limb by limb,
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Come guys, let's sing
A song of joy
In praise of the high.

Subhanallah, Alhamdulillah, La Ilahaillallah

He is the one who made
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I hadn't slept much,
Just five centuries or a little more.
I still felt sleepy
And liked to snore awhile.
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