My Home Poem by Abdulmajeed Soladoye

As I sit in a corner of my room
taking a glimpse at my ring
I hear the wedding bell ring

Alas, I give thanks to the
Almighty, Al-Rabb
Who has chosen for me my
heartthrob

The one who gives me stomach
butterflies
And deep down in my heart is
where his love lies

He swept me off my feet
And makes my heart to skip
I thank you Ya Rabb, for giving
me my heartthrob

My heart so heavy
Filled with love, joy, gratitude, and
anxiety
Anxious about what lies ahead
Not in terms of our daily bread

But leaving the comfort of this
magnanimously built home
To be the architect of my own
'My home'
The sound of that is scary and
makes me anxious


A home where love, compassion
and the fear of Allah will be the
brick
And patience, will do the trick

An architect of a new home, when a certificate I never own

I pray that Allah grants me one of the best homes.


For Zainab Ibrahim Tahir