| Blessings: Do We Ponder? She lay helpless and weak Eyes so lifeless A once pretty smile Dancing dim patterns Across her haggard face The slightest nod Her only acknowledgement Of my presence �It�s only a matter of time� Her mother softly sighed A quivering voice Matching her distressed eyes. My own misused energy Is haunting my nights Ya Allah help me utilize This temporal strength, Dedicate my service solely For your Divine Might� He couldn�t have been More than four Scrounging through debris Body smeared with bloodied dust �I heard the thunder� �I heard my mother�s shrill� His little hands kept digging Weeping his mother�s Sacred name They yanked him away Washed the dust But could never wipe Away the burning memories Of his searing pain Security blankets My sleepy awareness Ya Allah pierce into My submerged consciousness The silenced voices grieving In the depth of darkness Help me share with them the Comfort of my fleeting Respite. He died so young High ambitions A doctor, engineer, Maybe even the next Generation inventor Of some high technology He died without having Time to comprehend Life�s only Reality He died busily being Entertained On the fast track Treadmill of time�s Cruelty� My prayers I refrain for All of humanity For some life�s a game For others a tragedy To see through the veils We need purified identities Swim against the treacherous Waves of consumer personalities Change the tide of dying morality Ya Ummati The answers we do have to rebuild Dynasties All it takes is what you possess To realize the sheer magnitude of our Bestowed destiny May Allah bless our efforts with blissful abodes And thrones of everlasting dignity... -Maliha Balala |