End of the Day

I hope you get to relax a little after all the chores are done for the day. After all the emails are attended to, or at least the ones that are burning bright with today’s colors. After dinner and desert. Even after the prayers in the dark.

Snuggled up in the corner of the couch, maybe with a cup of tea in your hand, in front of a familiar sitcom, to laugh about the silly jokes that you’ve heard a hundred times before, and that somehow still bring a smile to your face.

In that moment, think of nothing else but the moment itself. Feel your own presence from the tip of your fingers to the edge of your toes. Feel your weight on the couch. Sense the pleasantly warm liquid gliding down your throat as you take a sip. Let your body take a break. Let your mind stretch its wings, carrying you far away.

And, when it’s time to come back, you’ll come back to a peaceful night’s sleep.

Eid-Al-Fitr Mubarak 2022

Another Ramadan has come and gone. A sure sign of the relentless passing of time. As always, it’s been a time of trials and tribulations. Of sincere prayers and deep reflections. A time of lucid late evenings and tired early mornings. And, as always, a time of failure and of success.

Today, on the eve of the last day of this holy month, I pray that I get to experience another opportunity to seek the ultimate benefits of my prayers together with my loved ones yet again.

May Allah accept our attempts in the month that has passed, and grant us the opportunity to improve our efforts in the future. I wish all Muslims a happy and blessed Eid al-Fitr!

The Mountains That We Climb

In life, we all have our mountains to climb.
Our bidding is to keep going, even when times are grim.
With prayers and effort, and a firm belief.
We long for that breathtaking view from the summit.

Once there, we may realize,
little do we understand the grand scheme.
Such unexpected is life,
that it never ceases to amaze and surprise.

Bulleh Shah’s Reflections

You read and read and master knowledge.
But you never read your inner self.

You run to enter temple and mosque.
But you never entered your heart.

Every day you fight the devil.
But you never fought your own desire.

Bulleh Shah, don’t reach to grab what’s in the sky.
When you havn’t even managed to grab what’s inside your own soul.

Losing You

I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.

Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard but the next was harder. I knew with a sinking feeling it was going to get worse, and I wasn’t going to be okay for a very long time.

Because losing someone isn’t an occasion or an event. It doesn’t just happen once. It happens over and over again.

– Memories, by Lang Leav