Bismillah..
tiny feet thread the green
stop
touch a colour. pause.
tiny hand hovering
a bigger one hold it firmly
encouraging. comforting
she follow-suit
picks a purple petal and plucks it
another one and another one
until a mere stub left
her eyes searching for another
takes off her shoes so she can walk
rewarded with a scream of fright
the ticklish green is strange
the world through her eyes is a vast wonder
yet the mere touch of a blade of grass is a fascinating thing
evokes so much emotion
and grows with understanding
my lil' one..
how ummi forgets alot of things
looking so far would get one lost
look at where you are
start from there
why fear a lot of things?
other's people hearts?
other people's feelings?
getting lost in their problems
wondering how they end up there
wondering why I'm here
wondering why I choose this path
because He says it
"kun fayakun"
He say, "it'll be"...and it'll be
me...this heart?
look no further and start where you are
seek a height lower than yourself
return to humble beginnings are what the sahabah constantly does
because when you're up there, you see very little
when you're down here, you see everything
be humble
tell me..
why am I so preoccupied of people leaving?
why did I fear so much that they get lost?
letting go of the beacon of light that had shone them their path?
should I be angry and shook them back to reality?
should I slammed the ground and "insist"?
they "chose" this
should I let go?
should I claim it is what He had ordained?
no
you know the answer, Han
advise, even if it cost them shutting their ears
covering their eyes
my loves...I am amongst those who had neglected you when you are alone
while you may "chose" your path
He says otherwise
lest this growing guilt build up
a sign that ukhuwwah is not built from mere words
because it is your Haq
and it is something we must say
I...must say
it's either you do or you do not
there is no "try"
be humble
and begin to understand
this tiny blade of grass
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