Transit

Transit

I love to live my life in transit
I love airports, being in transit
At stopover, in the middle of nowhere

So I see my life – in transit
Imagine duty free shops, costly items
You know @ home base you get them cheaper

So too, it’s easy to withstand the dunya, material world
The Gucci, Channel, the Nina Ricci, Faberge’
In akhirah it is so much better

The fruits, the streams, the bliss of heaven
How much more inviting and real
Not hard then to live in transit

Call me lazy, call me careless
Broken windows, faulty locks,
Without repairs, I don’t come a ‘rock

Smooth serene sailing
Know I’m in fleeting moment
Turbulence n torrid weather leaves me unfazed

A stop under a shade of a tree
That’s what our whole life is to be
The vision of heaven is enough to sustain

Call it lazy, indifference or whatever
It’s wonderful to be in –Alhamdulillah
Either which way, it’s sabr n shukr ullah

May I stay away from ingratitude n kufr
May I not fall in fakhr or kibr
May I learn to be appropriate to the moment

If faulty doors need to be fixed
Hot n cold water taps need to be mixed
Let me attend to, not take risks

Ya Rabb it is so wonderful to be in transit
When I’m tired I can always rest and sit
Yet so joyful to be of use to fellow travellers

Shift gears, talk multiple languages
Assist wherever the need be
My only role to be of assistance

Airports such a wonderful place
Baggage free, carefree
Free to help, no strings attached

Pure good with no hidden agenda
Pleasure to be in a serene smile
Allah is the only one to dial

May good deeds accrue
The sins washed away, left with very few
Haqq may I totally imbue

Life is beautiful because it’s in transit