Sunday, October 11, 2009

My Dearest Siblings







My dearest siblings
I’m getting married
And it scares me
Now childhood days must be buried

My dearest Areej, my older sister and incredibly wise
Wallahi I write this as tears roll from my eyes
I can never forget your advices from school, dealing with parents, Islam and even guys
You were always real, never had a disguise
When I come to your room in tears, you would tell me to raise my hands to the skies
I was blessed with many things in this dunya
And you amongst them, was of the biggest prize

Memories together I can never forget
Remember the Back Street Boys and that awful threat
Remember the rice falling in Sudan, when really the ground was just wet
Me and you, its memories galore
The only thing I regret, is not having more
Forgive me if I ever wronged you
Forgive me for the things I did and things I couldn’t do
Forgive me
Because by Allah, I forgive you

My dearest Mohamed, our oldest brother
Back in the days, we used to play Nintendo’s with one another
In grade three we were in the same class, do you remember?
You were so hyper, even at home
From January to December
As a child, you as MY brother made me feel cool
When people tried to mess with me,
I would say, “Do you know who my brother is you fool?”

I think it’s too bad we didn’t live with each other more
You’re fun to be around and always have us laughing on the floor
It might be too late now to live together anymore
But, by Allah, my heart is open for you, as much as my door
Please, don’t be a stranger, stop pressing ignore
You have a family that loves you
And please, forgive me for anything I did to hurt you
Forgive me for not being your sister, cool and true
And for everything you did and didn’t do
I truly forgive you

My dearest Nafesa, our youngest sister, so sweet
As a child, you made me jealous, so when it was raining hard one day
I held you up in the air and stood on the street
At first you were so quiet and shared nothing with me
Then we started BABU and you opened up beautifully
I remember your problem looking into eyes when you speak
But now you handled that technique
Your hugs still needs some working though
Your dancing simply needs to go
Your relationship with Mustafa, I pray it always grows

Our memories together, has been quite the ride
I love having you as my younger sister
We shared everything, had nothing to hide
We did so much together; canoeing, learning the Deen and weird things on the side
Remember, you have more work with mother inside
And please, forgive me for hurting you
For anything I did and didn’t do
For not being there when I should have and not staying true
And by Allah (SWT), for everything, I forgive you

My dearest Mustafa, my younger brother with talent galore
When you were young I was in your face like never before
I remember crying to you in grade three, to be the best person you can be
Until grade eight, we sat and spoke until late
From writing poetry together, to sitting outside
Mustafa, you grew to be this amazing man and I feel comfortable in whatever you decide
Never forget that in me you can always confide
Psst I think I was the closest to you
I love who you have become and what you do

Memories together has been quite the fun
From car racing, hanging with Ali, going to weddings and just chilling under the sun
From trying to play ball or have a race on the street
Don’t forget, in the race, you once got beat
From singing, writing poetry and listening to my annoying voice
Never forget, be a believer or not, you always have that choice
And please, forgive me for anything I did to wrong or hurt you
From the things I did to things I couldn’t do
And by Allah, for everything, I forgive you

My dearest Yassir, my youngest brother, so smart
Age 6, you can’t read but you definitely can fart
Every time you laugh really hard, we sniff and know who dealt the part
I think you are a very cool brother and have such a sweet heart
We had some fun times with Adam and learned a lot
From learning to ride bikes and learning surahs
And from the many things you bought
From writing me the letter to not hit you because it hurt
To showing me your love of skateboards, even on your shirt
I love you Yassir, and please forgive me
And know, by the will of Allah, I’m always here for you

My dearest siblings
Areej, Mohamed, Nafesa, Mustafa and Yassir
I love you all for the sake of the Most High
I see my parents relationship with their siblings now
And I want ours to be better as years go by
For every celebration, you better be the first to call
For every news, we better be the first to tell each other, no matter how big or small
We went our separate ways I know
But just because we had to grow
Does not mean our relationship has to go

My dearest siblings
I’m getting married
Make duaa for me
And please, let’s not forget each other
From our sister in Saudi
To the one in Hamilton, our beloved brother

Let’s make duaa for one another
So that Allah may gather us in jannah together
With our beloved father and mother
Let’s not forget each other

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Many Hearts


Looked into many hearts
Too many starts
Too many torn parts

Heart aches at requests
Is it what I possess?
Or do they just obsess?
Why so easy for them to express?
Can’t feel emotions, I don’t possess

But then they detail
Emotions, Men appearing so frail
My heart locked in a veil
Trying to feel it back, but to no avail
If love was a class, I would fail
They say love will prevail
With me, it’s growing stale
On sale

Cheap and almost fake
As if it was a mistake
Even when I tried to partake
Do it for His sake
Then when I wake
I realize I can’t take
What I did not make
Through my personal feelings and thoughts
Eventually it will break
I give back hearts and watch them shake
Breaking into pieces, a heart quake

But you seem so real
Is this how it’s supposed to feel?
The emotion many spoke of with so much appeal
To me, seeming so unreal
So surreal
But you’re real
Ideal
I was hoping these emotions I could conceal
Put it in a container and a closed seal
Whenever hurting moments come, use it to heal

You confess emotions and they’re so sincere
Where those emotions once drove fear
Yours to my heart were dear
And so hear
If you’re not here
That’s the reason I tear
That’s the real fear

Looked into many hearts
Too many starts
Too many torn parts

I fear