Sickness purifies

In the name of God, the most Merciful, the most Kind,

* * *

When the Prophet Muhammad, may peace be upon him, would see someone ill, he would often greet him with the following words;

“Do not worry. It is a cleansing and purification, if God so wills.” (Saheeh Al-Bukhari)

As I shrink within chilled skin, my body seemingly unattached from a head that pulses when in prostration to the Creator, I know that all I can think of is existence. No desires, no pride, no hope - nothing but existence and ultimately that I exist only because I was Willed to exist.

"Blessed is He in Whose hand is the Sovereignty, and, He is Able to do all things. Who hath created life and death that He may try you, which of you is best in conduct; and He is the Mighty, the Forgiving. [Qur'an 67:1,2 ]

It is in these moments, where energy is collected from recesses unimaginable and I am able to tend to a request from a child that has little thought to what her mother is going through, that one is amazed at the resilience that can exist, despite the battle being waged by invisible collections of microbes and viruses inside.

The determination to fulfill one's duty, when all that beckons is a blanket and mattress and silence, can spur mountains of cold and flu, and yet, when one submits, and lets it go, and sleeps . . .

"In Your name O God, I lay my side and in Your name I raise it. If you keep my soul, give it (Your Loving) Mercy, and if You release it, care for it as You care for Your righteous servants.”

Tell me

In the name of God, Most Merciful, Most Kind,

* * *

Tell me you have something to do,

Tell me you'll be back later

Tell me you've got a job somewhere

Tell me I've got to get supper

Call me after it's all done

Call me when there's nothing more

Call me when the clutter's gone

Call me when I've controlled the roar

Wait until I'm ready

Wait until I'm calm

Wait for the moment my anger and rage

Have been soothed by Faith's balm.

Wish I was there

"Labaykal lahuma labayka. Labayka la shareeka laka labbayka. Innal hamdawan ni’imata, laka wal mulk, la sharikalah."

“Here I am at Your service, O God! You have no partner; Here I am at Your service, O God. Verily, all the praise, the grace belongs to You. And the Kingdom, You have no partner.”

Body of a bird

In the name of God, Most Merciful, Most Kind,

* * *

Surrounded by mist,

That is clearing,

and

The softness of a

rain,

I am here

while my soul longs

to merge with the simplicity of

God's creatures

Flying

in the body of a bird

But not

in that of a crow's.

Missing mom

In the name of God, Most Merciful, Most Kind,

* * *

It was nice to be with you tonight,

To see my reflection in the black

surrounded by flecks of green that turn blue

Bright

And I tried to share a life so remote

from your existence.

I held up broken mirrors to a past

that still pokes through

the disconnected thoughts

that jumble

Making it hard for you to say

words that

stop somewhere

before they can be heard.

I liked being with you

Just me and you,

Like before marriage

and children

and work

and all of this chaotic business

separated us.

Though we've been separated before

And by God's mercy

You are never alone.

But you and me

we have

butter and honey sandwiches,

french fries,

sizing up dresses that would make Dad's bills overflow,

and running for the bookstore.

We have that and so much more

and mom

I love you.

I love you.

And I pray that we really will go shopping in Heaven,

both of us,

33.

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"In Paradise there is a market to which the people will come every Friday. The northern wind will blow and shower fragrance on their faces and clothes and, consequently, it will enhance their beauty and loveliness. . ." Narrated by Prophet Muhammad, may peace be upon him, in the Book of Muslim.

From the summer: On the water's edge

Yesterday, I would have come

here with you,

And you would have been here, next to me

as I stepped from

rock to jagged

rock.

Searching for flat surfaces, but longing

to reach the

edge,

Where I could turn my back

and hear only God's creation,

Splashing against the shore.

But

buckets of emptiness

create similar sounds

and I wonder

if it is my fault?

Is it because I choose not to conform to another

standard that

I fail to make this 'us'

work?

Does letting my mind drift to where

bubble wands and rainbows unite

mean

I am not ready to embrace a stronger,

better

reality?

Am I holding foam?

Does this mean my surrender has too many conditions,

and so isn't really surrender?

So maybe all the gates I've gone through have only allowed me

to circle a wide

expanse that I still have not entered and in this march towards

my Creator,

my innermost desires, and my deepest, hidden faults are manifest;

acting as a barrier

to the wide, clear expanse,

I long to reach.

Wish I was there (anywhere)

In the name of God, Most Merciful, Most Kind,

At the risk of sounding ungrateful - I am thankful for the sunlight streaming through our windows this morning, of the promise of a fresh, fall day (even though I will not be able to enjoy it much because of two very sick kids); thankful that my children will, God willing, get better, and that we have many, many blessings .....

I still long to be smack dab in the middle of this photograph. The point is that right now, I am not eager to be here, where I am, because of the chores that are already filling every nook and cranny of this Sunday; the realization that all the pounds that fell off in Ramadan are piling on once more (my exercise machine still folded neatly in its box; who knows when it will come out and if I'll be able to use it to total satisfaction without infuriating someone), and the fact that I have so much school work to do (oh, never did update my profession on this blog - I am now a full-time grade two teacher - more on that another time!!!! How did that happen?!!!)

So, my intellect is starving for mental stimulation. Yesterday, there were three workshops at the writer's fest I longed to attend, but no luck. I managed a 10 minute jaunt around the neighbourhood while Dad and Brother watched the girls, one cranky, one bubbly. I am grateful for that.......

But a winter that looms is hardly a comforting thought. Shuttling back and forth from school in the blizzard like conditions seems rather uncomfortable and then of course, the question - are we here to be comfortable? Of course not, discomfort, if tied to the remembrance of the One Who Can Remove all discomforts may actually be a good thing. We are not masters or mistresses (sigh) of our own universes. We must submit to the Will of the Creator. Hence, I have not exercised in over two months and it is driving me batty.

Hence, so much that I long to do but the acceptance that it is not for now, maybe never. Remember, mom. The symbol of patience in the face of God's Will - and the realization that I can't be in the photograph, because that isn't my destiny.

I thank my Creator for all that I have or don't have. He is the Most Wise, and Knows what's best for this miserable heart.