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A Poem for Hazar Imam (on His Salgirah), by Zafeera Kassam
Posted on December 14, 2012 by ismailimail

THE SONG OF MY SOUL

The song of my soul,
Calls out to You;
Beseeching Your presence,
For my eyes thirst,
The glimpse of You.

The song of my soul,
Sings true:
Praying for a time,
When our hearts embrace
And rejoice…

The song of my soul,
Pleads favour,
Crying tears of fever,
Fighting restraints of fear,
Waging a war of fervour.

The song of my soul,
Sees not the world,
Sees not the sky, nor sea,
Sees not fortune nor fame,
Sees only its reflection in You.

The song of my soul,
Rings loud, rings strong,
With sheer abandon.
No fury, no hate,
Drowns its sincere melody.

The song of my soul,
Is endless and eternal,
Repetitive though not;
Unending, unfinished,
A new day adds a new note.

And this,

The song of my soul,
Recites for You:
Words of tender – love and amour
Harken please,
Pray, grant me You.

Zafeera Kassam
I am a teacher by profession, I also dabble a bit in poetry, creative writing and amateur photography, all of which have become an integral part of my life. I am proud to live in Nairobi, the place our Imam mentioned as follows during His Golden Jubilee: “When I think of a place close to my heart, no place comes quicker to mind than Nairobi.” I am even prouder to be an Ismaili Murid and wish to be inspired and write praises of my Imam for as long as I can.

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Mowlabapa’s 76th – Only For Us
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BY NOORANI DATOO

Dear Mowla,
We never imagined the day would come so fast
Seventy-six glorious years outclassed
Together we celebrate your birthday!
As one united, global jamat

Dear Mowla,
You pray for us
You breathe for us
You work for us
You dream for us
Your murids, we are.

Dear Mowla,
Your efforts unite us
Your prayers ignite us
We ask for your pardon if we’ve erred in any way
If we forget to remind ourselves
What you do for us every day.

Dear Mowla,
Excellence
Education
Values
Ethics
We are ambassadors of these words
This our gift we give to you

Dear Mowla,
You bring us together
From, Toronto to London
Karachi to Lisbon
Uganda to Chicago

Dear Mowla,
We know you love us immensely
And you are here with us spiritually
But this is YOUR day
With your big family around the world
We love you and wish you a happy 76th birthday.

Date posted: Saturday, December 15, 2012

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About the author (in her own words): My name is Noorani Datoo and I am a sophomore at Stephen Lewis Secondary School in Mississauga, Ontario. I believe that I am a person who enjoys the small good things in life, and I am kind and caring. I have the experience of living in many places all over the world including Canada, the Canary Islands and Spain; and therefore I am aware of cultural diversity in my immediate surroundings. My persistent passion is sport. More specifically, I enjoy soccer and hockey. I aspire to become a psychologist, and to settle in my hometown of Vancouver. These qualities along with the presence of Allah comprise my identity today

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“Crystal Clear” – A New Year Observation by Navyn Naran

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تا صورت پیوند جهان بود علی بود

تا نقش زمین بود و زمان بود علی بود

شاهی که ولی بدد و وصی بود علی بود

سلطان سخا و کرم و جود علی بود

هم آدم و هم شیث و هم ایوب و هم ادریس

هم یوسف و هم یونس و هم هود علی بود

هم موسی و هم عیسی و هم خضر و هم الیاس

هم صالح پیغمبر و داود علی بود

مسجود ملایک که شد آدم ز علی شد

در قبله محمدص بود و مقصود علی بود

آن عارف سجاد که خاک درش از قدر

بر کنگره عرش بیفزود علی بود

آن شاه سر افراز که اندر ره اسلام

تا کار نشد راست نیاسود علی بود

آن شیر دلاور که بهر طمع نفس

بر خوان جهان پنجه نیالود علی بود

آن قلعه گشایی که در قلعه خیبر

برکند به یک حمله و بگشود علی بود

موسی و عصا و ید بیضا و نبوت

در مصر به فرعون که بنمود علی بود

عیسی به وجود آمد و فی الحال سخن گفت

آن نطق و فصاحت که در او بود علی بود

جبرییل که آمد ز بر خالق بی چون

در پیش محمد شد و مقصود علی بود

این کفر نباشد سخن کفر نه این است

تا هست علی باشد و تا بود علی بود
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A Poem for Hazar Imam (on His Salgirah)

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Merely Exalts Solely [by Zafeera Kassam]

As I stand here in Your zaheri glow,
I know I cannot meet Your eyes with mine
for I am merely and You are solely,
but I know — every cell in me knows,
that Your gaze upon me is perpetual
as the skies, as time, as long as I am
apart from You ’til I am a part of You;
And this gaze is as if the rays of the sun:
nurturing; warming; loving; protecting,
under which my soul photosynthesizes,
gravitating towards its home, in You.

As I stand here in Your zaheri glow,
I know I cannot raise a hand to Yours,
for I am merely and You are solely;
Though I long to, I cannot: my hand shakes
and though I am Yours — Your spiritual child –
I cannot run into Your paternal embrace:
my knees quiver; my stomach somersaults; my volition wavers;
And though I’d dearly love to touch
my head to Your feet, I cannot promise
I’d ever leave that exalted abode.
But not a moment turns cold, passing by,
without Your hand square upon my shoulder
guiding; nurturing; warming; loving; protecting
under which my soul grows,
gravitating towards its home, in You.

As I stand here in Your zaheri glow,
I know I cannot speak with You
for I am merely and You are solely –
My lips resolutely shut, my tongue stuck
to the roof of my mouth;
Words are but a jangled lump in my throat,
and thoughts too timid to manifest.
But how many conversations we have everyday!
The jacarandas blooming a sprinkle of purple;
the bougainvillea a burst of magenta and fuchsia;
the way a car pulls out when I need a spot to park;
the brief drizzle of blessing on my windscreen alone;
the synchronicity that exists in inexplicable ways –
These are all You saying over and over again:
“I’m here, I’m here, I’m here,
never away, never afar, never distant;
for you, as you, are mine”
This is the blanket of familiarity
under which my soul glows,
gravitating towards its home, in You.

As I stand here in Your zaheri glow,
I know I cannot be anyone else but I
who is deeply grateful, deeply in love
with You, my lord, my friend, my everything.
And I know nothing else is of a matter;
I want naught but You:
to come home; the home in You.


About Zafeera Kassam:
I am a teacher by profession, I also dabble a bit in poetry, creative writing and amateur photography, all of which have become an integral part of my life. I am proud to live in Nairobi, the place our Imam mentioned as follows during His Golden Jubilee: “When I think of a place close to my heart, no place comes quicker to mind than Nairobi.” I am even prouder to be an Ismaili Murid and wish to be inspired and write praises of my Imam for as long as I can.

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