Poetry

Up and Away

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There are days when the sun is on a chariot, bursting through the clouds.
And I am elevated enough to throw my head back and allow its rays to greet me.
Those same days I sweep down from that altitude to give my salaams to the city of grass that chippers in excitement when it sees me.

There are days when the clouds are too melancholy to part their wisps for the sun.
And I am elevated enough to feel them weeping warm rain.
Those same days I sweep down from that altitude to cry my tears to the cement, as it silently soaks up my tears in sympathy.

There are days when the clouds are dormant, the sun deciding to just rest behind them.
And I am elevated enough to hear the cool winds whispering, reminding me to reflect.
Those same days I sweep down from that altitude to talk to the crisp leaves that shuffle around on the ground and then decide to roll close towards me, eager to listen.

But every one of those days, my faith and trust are secured in one sole position, controlled with the utmost care.

Allah has created me a swing.

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Born as a New Yorker and always a New Yorker, Sumaira is known to be the “city girl” who will never survive in the countryside. She is on the never-ending pursuit of trying to please Almighty Allah, and be among the strongest believers of Islamic monotheism that He would be proud of. She is passionate about loving her dear friends and family as well as being bluntly honest with people, and telling it like it is. Creating extended metaphors are her forte, and she often finds a way to personify inanimate objects in her writing. Sumaira joined MYM in order to be a part of a community of people who absolutely adore to write and enjoy writing for others. A community where writers connect their inner creativity with the worship and love for their Rabb, it is another one of many places to grow spiritually.