sidq

come on now. why do we have to be so formal? let’s be truthful here.
let’s speak with the sharp tongue of Sidq,
cutting away syntax and rhetoric and measure.
lets be all e e cummings about it
and let our words flow with no thought to punctuation or the brevity of a line or the length of it
and be real.
lets leave behind the shackles of the ‘chicago manual of style’
or sibawayhi’s magnum opus
and let our hearts do the talking.

let them speak of gardens beyond the reach of human imagination
beyond the scope of words or the meanings of words
let them speak of knowledge that cannot be derived from studying
the black and white pattern of pen to paper
nor the sophisticated articulation of the scholar
but only felt with the beat of the heart
libraries full of wasted words
failed attempts at describing
what can only be tasted.

how can you put into words, tell me
the searing ache and bitterness
of not knowing Him.
the shrivelling and darkness of the heart
broken and seeking.
looking for comfort in all the wrong places.

how about the foolish traveller
making his way through desert and blinding sun
searching out a quenching for the thirst thats killing him,
and not realizing that it lies within his own self.

thats us. dizzy and stirred on by this deep longing
our hearts travelling ancient lands and deserts
with this utter craving that overwhelms us
but beyond our tongues ability to describe

to know Him, to love Him, to be loved by Him.

Published in: on December 29, 2006 at 9:57 am  Comments (4)  

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  1. MashaAllah,
    did you write this?

  2. i assume you did🙂 but i just thought id ask.

  3. so,
    im going
    uhh, ohh, ehhhhhhhh dayum wow

    =) haha that explains
    we shud switch shoes
    i cud use syria for my life
    and ud be a fantastic creative writing major

  4. salaam,

    Quds: thanx, I wrote it myself =) but there was a poem by rumi floating around in my mind while I was writing it, but I couldn’t quite place it…

    Fariha: we’re all waiting for you to come back😉


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