I wonder what sort of child we’ll make

By |January 7th, 2011|

I wonder what sort of child we’ll make.
Will he be clumsy and good for good’s sake?
Will she be clever and write on the walls?
Will he […]

Base, slap, tone

By |January 6th, 2011|

My fingers aren't made for strings to strum,

My Mother

By |January 3rd, 2011|

softer than stone
and stronger,
has run between
Safa and Marwa
for as long as
I’ve breathed.

At her feet
gush the springs
of home and hereafter.

The Medinah

By |January 2nd, 2011|

salty *dhikr
floods my face
hands now too heavy for sin
shape them into broken bowls
forgive me for all I’ve been

*remembrance of the Divine

Always grateful for you

By |January 1st, 2011|

at the intersection of
Fate and
Free Will
we took  a turn
for the best.

26 December

By |December 26th, 2010|

And maybe that’s why
it’s called Boxing day.
They put him in one
and took him away.
All wrapped up
in camphored ribbon,
ready for giving.

Express dispatched
postage free

*opening chapter of the […]

2011 Wise Dice

By |December 23rd, 2010|

Force formulating/following resolutions into a more tangible and active space.

The call

By |December 7th, 2010|

With my bare behind exposed to the tepid Arabian evening air, the Almighty brought me squat down to earth.

p[l/r]ay – a little girl’s salaah

By |December 1st, 2010|

In this game of
talking to God,
she is careful
to cover her toes
with the cloth
from her mother’s
Her hands pat
away at a tangled fringe
and away she goes;
Touch the […]