Three Things She Loves


There are three things she loves

Her prayer rug
Her prayer beads
Her prayer robe
They take her to the One
Besides Whom there is none

Her prayer rug
Flies to heights
Unimagined
Then bids solemn farewell
Beside Him there is none

Her prayer beads
Are Hu’s doors
Wide with love
Only His Names remain
In eternal refrain

Her prayer robe
Is His embrace
Like the womb
It contains the mercy
Of Ar-Rahman

But even her robe,
At the Lote Tree
Of the Utmost Boundary,
Flees and leaves her naked
Before the Lord
As she is cracked open
Losing every veil
That hides the One

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9 thoughts on “Three Things She Loves

  1. What a lovely and powerful poem, dear Sister:

    Indeed, naked we come into the world, and naked we stand before God when we leave it.

    And naked is our heart to His eyes. Only our nafs and our selves veil us.

    Ya Haqq!

  2. What a lovely and powerful poem, dear Sister:

    Indeed, naked we come into the world, and naked we stand before God when we leave it.

    And naked is our heart to His eyes. Only our nafs and our selves veil us.

    Ya Haqq!

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