You miss someone so much as to wish your heart was made of water to forget and shift away;
staying up late to not sleep so you won’t dream of her, either.
You pray it’s just another tape that got accidentally played;
your mind scrambles around to catch the mischievous trigger.
It’ll be just fine, it’ll be alright.
And as time clocks away, things will get better.
One day a man tempted an ignorant boy
Using his money, in order to achieve his objectiveHe said, “O young one, bring me the heart of your mother
And money, jewels and pearls will be yours!”So he went and plunged a dagger into her chest
And took out the heart and returned the way he cameBut because of his haste, he fell
And the dusty heart rolled away as he stumbledThe heart of his mother called him, and he was covered in dust,
“My son! My beloved! Are you hurt?!”The voice, although it was so gentle, yet
It was like the wrath of the Heavens had fallen on the boyThus he understood the enormity of his betrayal that nobody
Had committed but him in the history of mankindSo he rushed back to the heart washing it with the tears
Of his eyes that flowed from the flood of sorrowAnd he said, “O heart! Take your revenge from me and do not
Forgive, because my crime is unforgiveable.And if you forgive then surely I will kill myself
Like those before me who have committed suicide.”So as he unsheathed his dagger to kill himself,
A stabbing that would remain as an example to those who seek lessons,The heart of the mother called him saying, “Stop your hand and do not strike my heart twice in succession!”
Ibrahim al-Mundhir
إبراهيم المنذر
In the cradle, our tears fall for water
Until we hear the soothing voices of our mother
Sings her lullaby to her child with grace
You hold her with majestical embrace
Her heart beat, enriched with love and warmth
Her soul, praised by the Mighty and exalted
She is the knight we call for assistance
Or the angel in our dreams
Our eyes shut, our thoughts transform to fantasy
Gently, she takes us to our cradles
Prays to Lord for His care and protection
To gaurd the infant from malevolence
With tears, she ends her prayers
The room turns dark…
So it has began, the moment of reason
Where the soul has been accused of abasement and treason
Facing the Judge, the jury by His side
The angels watching closely, as the soul is being tried
“Tell us of your story, tell us of yourself
Give us your perspective, one which we can serve.”
It closes its eyes, beginning to recall
The moments of its happiness, and the moments of its fall.
“You’ve given me all that I could wish for, given me the best gifts in hand
A career for me to flourish, a family that always stands
Beside me during my hardships, they assist me whenever they can,
And friends that I truly cherish, withstanding my pain and plans.
However, spring came with a surprise, stripping me away from life.
It lead me to the realm of hell, filled with tears and internal strife.
It drenched my heart, drowned my joy
Crushed my confidence, broken like a toy!
I found no justice to what has happened to me,
for I have given it my all; trust, love, and loyalty.
Yet despite it all, I’ve been left behind
Leaving me hopeless, tormented and blind…
Where should I begin?
Where should I go?
Would it even matter?
Would I ever know?
Why did it end the way it has ended?
Why there wasn’t a chance?
Have I done wrong to that person?
Or was this part of a plan?
The room was silent, the plaintiff comes
She faces the soul, her words were glum
“You have more questions than you have have answers,” she said,
“But it doesn’t give you the rights!” Her emotions were flared
Why was the soul being tried, why were it so cold?The angels heard patiently, as the story began to unfold.
The wind of ecstasy passes through me
And the sign of our love is shown in a tree
The tree that have been planted by you and me
On its wood you engraved “I love thee”
You stood by me, replacing my misery
With laughter, joy and harmony
From your true love, your only love
To my beloved, my only beloved
