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Oh Mahdi!

Oh Mahdi, I lie in wake, tears streaming
My eyes wide open, I know i’m not dreaming
The terror, the lives, the call to fight
The Iraqi civilians, what is their plight?

Oh Mahdi, I see it around me, everywhere I look
Faces of innocence, my heart they shook
Answering Labbayk, preparing their gear
They were born true believers, having no fear

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15 June 2014
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Solace

So many young deaths…
Stricken with grief, I turned to find solace in His Creation…

And so my eyes naturally wondered to the beauty of the night
I stood, I pondered, and absorbed the vast and wonderous sight

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30 March 2013
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Miracle Child

To my Dearest Mother…
 
I watch you from above, and wonder why you cry,
I try to reach your tears, and then I understand why.
I am elevated here, in the safety of His fold,
My fingers and my toes you can no longer hold.
My mother how can I speak of the times you held me near?
From the day I saw this world, you kept me safe from fear.
Every difficulty I faced, you promised company in those days,
You were my radiant sunshine, and my family were its rays.
Mother, I was your miracle child, the beat to your heart,
I sensed yours and Pappa’s love, right from the very start.
I may not be there now, but here I have the gift to see,
To watch over you as your angel, even Pappa and ‘little me’
I’ll stand by Heaven’s door and wait, till you are holding my hand,
the Creator knows of your perseverance, I pray your reward is grand.
Mother, know I love you, know I’ll always be your miracle boy,
Live, dream and persevere, I’ll be with you through your joy.
I love you Mum
Muhammad S. Parpia
(Saturday 31st December, 2011)
 
 
Personally, having spent time with both mother and child, Muhammad was truly amazing and so was the perseverance of my wonderful friend, Parveen.
I sincerely pray to the Almighty to give Shaukat Bha and Parveen, and their families, a unique strength for the loss of their Miracle Child 
31 December 2011
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The Beat of my Heart…

The beat of my heart echoes, and the crimson tears flow
A heaviness clenches within, releasing my sorrow
 
I stand here, a witness, to the waking of a new dawn
envisioning how a child may have stood, her heart torn
 
Skies reflecting my grief, a deep shade of red
Unable to comprehend how they once must have bled
 
Time passing slower than my feet are willing to hold me,
An ache within urges me to set my mind free:
How does a father bear the loss of a child so dear?
How does a mother watch her child fight without fear?
How does an innocent infant see her uncle’s arms severed?
How do cold and brutal hearts not hesitate against the revered?!
Tell me Oh you who have been misguided;
How is a man of great compassion, who grieves also for the wrong,
Dismissed mercilessly by your ego, that you hold on to so strong?
Have you lost your sense of direction? Or your ability to perceive?
Your conscious has withered and left you, and yet you still believe:
This battle was won by you, and victory was delivered in your hand,
Is that not why you celebrated and magnified so grand?
While the truth known to those whose eyes of the heart weren’t closed
A strength was being nurtured and you’d soon be exposed
I call that strength ‘Aalimah, others call it Zainab, daughter of Ali,
By both names referred, a strength that sets Muslims free.
But you, oh misguided, have in reality lost and been defeated
The likes of Hussain, from you, they knowingly retreated.
Hussain is alive, as is the message, and those who follow
Through means of actions, and also our tears of sorrow.
Come see us in these days, when the cries resonate worldwide
Then oh misguided, tell me, the winnings were handed to which side?
*It is these tears that keep the message of Hussain alive!*
4 December 2011
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Sometimes I Wish…

Sometimes I wish I were among the birds,
From a view which has no spoken words
Looking down at the thousands of believers praying
Each and every one repeatedly saying:
“God is Great!” In resounding unison
Men and women sharing a vision
Clothed in white, synchronised as one
Like the ocean’s tides, and the river’s run
“Glory be to God!” I hear them loud and clear
With such intense belief, I can see their tears
The awe is in seeing them praying in line
A scene to admire, I witness His signs
Yet the impact is such, each to their own
Individuals knowing they will be answerable alone
How I see it from here, is unity’s miracle alive
But the reality is, each believer must strive
And then heads in prostration before their Only Master
“let us reach towards you, more eager and faster!”
Each utters his heartfelt desires within
The ocean’s particles separate in sin
But from above I can’t see for what each prays
Just that I beg the miracle of Unity and bond stays
Not just at surface, but truly with care
Each believing being learning to love, care, and share.
7 August 2011
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Reflecting on the Move!

It’s the cool breeze on a mid summers morning that brings back a distinct memory of a similar coolness but in a very different atmosphere; the evening of Tuesday 29th June, 2011 – exactly one year ago.
A year prior to this date, was one filled with tears,
The reason for this move, still stood quite unclear
Leaving our near and dear, family and friends
It didn’t seem like a new beginning, just a series of ends.
After nine blessed years, in which we became who we are
The thought of moving was unpleasant, especially so far!
But now a year on, we remember words of strength
‘Trust in God’s wisdom, He tests at all lengths’
Not a day passes, when, of Orlando, we don’t speak
But wherever we are, a way forward we must seek
So we do while we are here, work hard and move on
And keep memories alive of times that have gone,
Your prayers and ours help each pave the way
And to ultimately remember to thank God for each day!
29 June 2011
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