Najma's Notebook

Drenched in Taqwa

Ya Rabbi can it truly be
That I am drenched in taqwa
My every pore exudes love of you
My every limb confirms Tauhid

Ya Rabbi Can it ever be
I walk the straight and simple way
Every step steeped in ikhlas
Ya Rabb will that ever come to pass

With every breath of mine
Live out the love of deen
Or do I do it only to be seen
I pray Ya Rabb, in taqwa I’m drenched

I yearn Ya Rabb to be
Soaked in submission, free
From ailing shahwat, distractions
Not caught in ego, shaytan’s pet suggestions

I pray Ya Rabb, instrumental I be
Knocking out the brains of falsehood
Truth visible in every blade of grass and wood
In every grain of corn signs to see

I pray Ya Rabb for the death of confusion
Vision to see through pollution
The straight and clear, to shine through
Crookedness, deviations sink and drown

I pray in taqwa I am drenched
Soaked to the soul, the thirst quenched

© Najma Ansari
Johannesburg 20.5.09