May I give you a tour of my mind…
Step in.
This is where I relaxe.
This is where I eat.
This is where I cleanse myself.
This is where I get pleasure.
This is where I hype myself.
This is where I create.
This is where I rest.
This is where I seek help.
This is where I seek knowledge.
And this here, is where I never venture.
Welcome dear guest.

Now that I have your attention…

Now that I have your attention…
tell me
who put the thought
in their head?
Tell me what made them
wretched enough
to push one over.
Tell me what rose your eyebrows.
Tell me why they pulled them out
of that
Tell me. Tell me.
I’m stating because you stated.
Ask them if they know
what they did
when they
pushed them
into it…
before hurrying –
into the village
to gather
a rescue
Ask them
why they thought
to rescue them.
Ask them
what happened
to the ones
into the pool –
the earth.
Tell them destiny pulled them
out of the well.
Tell them all they did
was carry out
what was already
Tell them it was
their control.
Tell them they will build
a hut
next to the well
… and wait.
Now that I have your attention…
I will not give it back to you.
You will see me
sitting outside the well
every time
and I will always
be lingering,
now –
that I own –
your attention.


Like a dove soaring through the sky,
trusting the competence of its wings,
so should we trust each other.
For how anxious and disturbed we would be
if we did not trust our lungs
to filter the air that we breathe! 
We lay at night trusting the mattress we sleep on,
or else no slumber would we see.
How noble a deed it is
to trust that good fate is ahead of you!
If we should live all days
dreading the worst,
we would live eternally in dread,
wouldn’t we? 
No. One would rather live
with a heart calm,
expecting the best,
not fearful of the rest.
And if
the worst were to happen,
what a tragedy that would be!
But until the tragedy unfolds…
if it does unfold –
why anticipate a thing so vile?
Why burden your soul
with apprehension
of the worst?
Do you not want a calm
and happy heart?
Trust, dear lover.
Trust your future.
Trust that it will give you wings,
for a person becomes what they think!
So think the best
so you may speak the best!
They say “speak what you seek until you see what you’ve said”.
Speak it…
into existence!
But do not speak of your fears,
lest you bring them to life!
Trust, dear lover;
and you will gain the freedom to soar…
to soar with a heart;
a heart so serene!

My Sleeping Beauty

As she lies in bed 
in my Baba’s house,
room infused with incense, 
bed draped with 
the finest quilt our hosts could find,
I take my phone 
and start writing this…
I feel like 
I have taken a journey of a thousand miles 
and finally reached the shore, 
where I have found my companion in life –
stood there – 
on the banks of the ocean 
tugging onto a rope 
tied to her boat 
as she beckons me 
with her other hand. 
“Of course I’m coming”, I say.
“Of course we’ll sail away”, I add. 
That’s the metaphor our love life feels like to me. 
Me searching for her, 
and her there, 
waiting for my appearance, 
ready to take me to better 
I can hear the vehicles 
passing by the highway 
not far from the house – 
yet the engine sounds are overshadowed
by the thousands of crickets 
chirping in the night;
as if soundtracking my besotful mood.
She is beautiful, my wife. 
I look at her 
and wonder 
if she is dreaming. 
I see how she’s cuddling the pillow 
and it makes me smile. 
There’s a tasbeeh 
hanging from the corner of the bed, 
so I lift it off 
and place it in her hands, 
which are together 
as if in prayer. 
She doesn’t twitch.
I watch her torso 
as she breathes in and out, 
her body rising and sinking smoothly
in rhythm with her breathing.
She is beautiful, my wife.
I want to sing to her, 
but that will wake her up 
and I no longer will be able 
to adore her sleeping self.
I pause, 
and I think to myself: 
“When she wakes up, 
I’ll tell her 
I wrote a poem about 
my sleeping beauty”.


I love the darkness.
When the sky is black and the streets are quiet.
Pin-drop silence.
Prayer rug in a dark room.
The beauty before the light.
Dark like precious oil.
Darkness the beginning.
Darkness the origin.
I want to swim in the darkness and flirt with jellyfish.
I want to venture where no one will so I may find that which has never been seen –
and see it;
in the darkness.
Oh Lord I love the darkness you created.
If it wasn’t for the darkness would I have appreciated the superiority of it?
The darkness of Hira.
The darkness of the Kaaba.
The darkness of my Africa.
The darkness that rules the world.
Dip me in the darkness.
Find me in the darkness;
bold, deep, nourishing darkness –
I need you –
so I switch off the lights;
and I can finally see…
in the darkness.

Improve yourself

Improve yourself everyday. 
What that means is do something – however small that thing is – that will make your today better than your yesterday. For example, I didn’t cut my nails yesterday so I’ll cut them today, I didn’t wash my bed sheets yesterday so I’ll wash them today. I didn’t eat a balanced meal yesterday so I’ll eat a balanced meal today.
So everyday when you wake up think about what good thing you could do today that you didn’t do yesterday. 
These “small” improvements you do on a daily basis will add up in the long term and will make a HUGE difference to your overall being.
So don’t sit around and wait for a big miracle… enact your own small miracles everyday and sooner or later you’re gonna witness a big miracle.
Improve yourself everyday.

The Warehouse

Invite people to your warehouse and tell them there’s cake with special ingredients. Hide the cakes in the vault room and destroy the vault keys and leave lots of bread in the accessible part of the warehouse.
Open the doors.
They will come in in swarms. Once the bread has all been snatched… they will enquire about the cakes (coz they’re greedy). Tell them the cakes are in the vault but you have destroyed the keys.
Grab your popcorn and see who does what.
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