Night does not come,
There is no star that radiates
The window to the universe
is simply left open by a departing sun.
But the soft pink tips of night
do seem like an approaching guest.
The stars, so enticing, so rich and lush
in their seemingly infinite abundance, subhanAllah.
I wonder what they hide and what they distract from.
If Paradise is a few miles or a few dimensions above them.
If their size is a thousand times the earth or one-tenth of it.
How my heart still beats as they collide, explode, freeze and melt.
How I sink my nails into the dunya as galaxies swirl into the hungry maws of
holes in the universe.
How, no matter how severe the calamities are in the heavens,
the emptiness of the stomach feels more severe.
And all that my Lord creates, changes, and destroys
He does with the knowledge of the unseen,
which is always for the best.
But the chaos of the stars and planets combined cannot compare
to the chaos of the heart.
The sin and the greed.
The heedlessness and ignorance.
Impatience. Cruelty. Ego.
The fragility in decision making is terrifying.
And I think of the day my heart stops. And the Day all of this ends.
I hope I am not the only one who thinks like this,
like the greatest calamity is not any natural occurrence.
No. No burning star, no deadly meteor. No mysterious black void.
But the emptying of the heart in favor of the filling of hands.
The drop of an anchor in dunya; choosing this minuscule ball of water in space,
instead of waiting for something purer, unseen, un-defiled by shaitan
and the empty hearts of men.