Nooj

Between my shadow and my soul

Belittled Youth

The runny chocolate in dipped chokits
The aroma of grass in your hair
Or freshly baked bread or crisp fajr air
The melted caramel deep in a sundae
Sprinklers on a blistering summer’s day
Sweet Ice down your throat at iftaar
Many many layers of my Id
Waiting for the Shade of His pleasure

Inspiration here

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Aasia August 27, 2008 at 2:18 PM  

that's lovely, and makes me feel nostalgic.

summer+eid = the best times of my life

Noorjehaan August 27, 2008 at 4:01 PM  

cool aasia you made it have another layer of meaning :)
i meant freud's id but eid as in a festival can apply just as well...

Khadija August 27, 2008 at 5:08 PM  

:) and so we await the dawn of ramadan.beautiful!

"our Lord, bless us our hearing, and our sight, and our faculties, as long as You allow us to live; and make them protectors for us against the transgressions we have committed; and make us victorious over our enemies; and do not allow us to have problems in our deen; and do not allow us to make the life of this world our greatest concern; and remove from us difficulty in attaining knowledge; and do not make hellfire our destination; and make jannah our home; and do not impose upon us, because of our sins, people who lack mercy and do not fear You (as authorities over us)" Ameen!

Safiyyah August 27, 2008 at 6:08 PM  

this poem is brimming with nostalgia! I love it!
makes me think of idyllic summer days, waiting for the iftaar with all my cousins...

thank you :)

Khadija August 28, 2008 at 3:15 PM  

:)) May we be in the ranks of those 7...