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Poem: My Miracle
Poem: My Miracle 1280 720 Nadir Keval

This morning is like any other morning,
except for this one minor difference.
Today, I am a husband.
Today, I have a wife.

I wake to seeing you,
and I feel every worry fade,
like the aura that radiates from you,
is to bring light to the darkness I have lived in
throughout my every day.

Suddenly, you open your eyes,
and smile at me,
like I’m a lost love,
that you’ve once again recognized.
At that moment, you whisper,
“Assalaamu alaikum Love,”
wishing that peace be upon me.
Yet, you have no idea,
how you truly have,
brought peace to every part of who I am,
bringing me to life with your serenity.

I think of the moment I first saw you,
How you would be enthralled by your books,
and would make faces at the pages,
out of confusion or excitement over what you had just read.
I smiled, and felt inclined,
to pray and ask the Divine,
if you would be best for me in this and the Next lifetime.

I asked about you,
spoke to our mutual friends,
and found that you had every detail,
of what I sought.
A woman focused and driven,
yet playful and innocent.
A woman decisive and inspired,
by her faith above all else.
A woman so keen on living clean,
that every aspect of your life was motivation,
To be better than I am.
And that’s when I knew,
you were the one I wanted.

You are a blessing,
a reflection of everything that was always missing,
from the others in the past,
though I would be convinced that they would last.
You were pure, and human,
which made you so perfectly balanced.
And so I prayed and prayed,
that if we were to be,
that He would bring us together with ease.

Not too long after,
I was speaking to your father,
asking him if he would allow,
for a man as simple as me,
to have the hand in marriage
of a princess waiting to be queen.

He was pleased,
which truly surprised me,
as I had only experienced obstacles
in circumstances as these.
But instead, he told me,
that he would be honoured
to have a son like me.

And here we are today.
As husband and wife.
Though we have only been together a moment,
compared to the lifetime of moments we hope to share,
I feel blessed and enchanted,
to have witnessed a miracle,
as Allah brought our hearts together,
without fuss having any chance to muster.
And for that, I will say,
“Thank You, Allah,
For making her my wife,
today and every day.”

Copyright © Nadir Keval
 
Note: I’ve been getting a lot of people congratulating me on getting married after reading this poem, but it’s actually a reflection of what I hope to experience when I DO get married in the future, insha Allah (God-willing) – NOT a reflection of something I’ve already experienced. So, thank you for the well-wishes and compliments, but I’m not married just yet 😛

Poem: Every Moment
Poem: Every Moment 1024 768 Nadir Keval

Every morning,
I wake up and you are my first thought.
I smile,
because I still have hope.

I rise from my bed,
and go wash up for prayer,
then clear my mind,
and begin my worship.
This process is repeated,
more than five times daily.
As I go into prostration,
I begin my supplication,
and find your name on my lips,
as one of the first few I pray for.

I pray for your success.
I pray for your happiness.
I pray you find peace,
and that it comes with all you seek.
A special day just passed,
and I asked Allah,
to make marriage to you,
my Eid gift from Him.
I pray you find clarity.
I pray you find strength.
I pray you always smile,
and that I get to be its reason.

After prayer, I begin my routine.
I exercise and eat healthy.
I plan out my day.
I strive to work beyond my goals.
I try to be the best I can be.

All of this,
whether I realize it or not,
includes you.

You are in my every prayer,
in my every supplication,
in my every breath,
because whenever I remember Him,
I ask Him to remember you.

You are with me when I take care of myself,
because I see how much you’ve accomplished,
and so, I aspire to be as inspiring as you.
And I want to be at my best for you,
as my hopes for us still remain true.

As I plan out my day, I think,
“I wonder what she’s doing today?”
I ask Him to protect you,
and to grant you ease.
I know some of your struggles,
I know some of your battles,
and as much as I’d like to be your sword and armor,
I know there are some things you need to do alone.
So, I stand by you, even if at a distance,
to support you as you face the world.
I know you know that I’ll be there when you fall,
because though failure is inevitable,
We will always get each other back on our feet.

I work hard every day,
to try to make a living,
not to survive,
but to give back so I can thank Allah.
Thank Him for everything,
especially making you a part of my life.
And I ask Him to give me the provision I need
to support you and our family (one day).

I try my very best,
to be the best man I can be.
I hope to please Allah,
by pleasing you and treating you well,
by being a good son to your mother and father,
by being a good brother to your brother and sisters,
by raising a righteous family with you by my side,
and by changing the world with you, one day at a time.

So you see,
you are in my every moment.
From the moment I wake,
to the moment I sleep.
Sometimes I don’t realize it,
but when I stop and close my eyes to find a quiet place,
I hear your heart beat.
Because long ago,
we gave each other our hearts,
and until today,
it’s still your pulse that keeps me going.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: She’s Not Perfect
Poem: She’s Not Perfect 1218 766 Nadir Keval

I often hear people in love,
as they speak about the ones they love.
They say odd things,
spouting out heavy words,
as though they are weightless.
“Perfection.”
“Flawless.”

The one I love?
Well, she’s none of those things.
She’s not perfect.
She’s not flawless.
She’s human.

See, she has thing about her,
an appeal that I can’t seem to understand.
She can be stubborn at times,
over the oddest of things
(but don’t tell her I said that,
otherwise she’ll eat me alive).
But, I love that about her.
Her stubbornness makes her a fighter…
in the good way, as her nature makes me want to be better.
When she is stubborn,
she makes me giggle – yes, me giggle…
but sometimes, she makes me furious.
Both because she becomes so passionate,
that nothing can stop her until she gets what she wants.
But, I intend on being her greatest feat of stubbornness,
as I, too, am made up of imperfections.
And it is together, that we make perfect.

At times, she’s indecisive.
Oh, how indecisive.
It flusters me often,
as I am very quick to decide,
and once I’m convinced,
it takes a lot to push me aside.

I guess that makes me stubborn too.

Her, she is indecisive,
and stubborn – a deadly combination.
But, I love that about her.
I like to watch as she tries to figure things out.
I sometimes imagine her scrunching up her nose,
thinking and coming up with ideas,
and sometimes coming up with nothing
more than a deeper confusion.

You see, I’m not perfect either.
Of that, I can assure you.
I try to be the best I can,
but in the end, I remain human.
But, I have an objective.
A goal, a vision.
To be the one that can relieve her.
The one who untangles her mind
when over thinking leaves her in knots.
The one who, when I am the cause of distraught,
can embrace the opportunity to make her feel better.

And why do I hold this objective?
Because she does these same things for me,
whether she knows it or not,
even when sometimes, she causes these knots.

But, she’s worth it.

Now, I won’t claim the expected,
that our imperfections make us perfect for each other.
The fact is, we’re both a mess.
We’re imperfect.
We’re flawed.
We’re human.
There may even be someone out there,
for each of us,
that might be “perfect”
on paper,
or in the thoughts of others.

But, what makes us,
is that despite all of that,
we love one another.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Eternal Effort
Poem: Eternal Effort 1024 819 Nadir Keval

To be honest,
I thank Allah every day
and wonder how a woman as stunning as her could love me.
Still, I am thankful.
Thankful for Allah placing a love for her in my heart,
because this love makes me want to be more grateful,
and better overall,
as a Muslim and a man,
just to try to make it up to Allah for placing her in my heart.

If she were to stop loving me, I would still be thankful…
If she were to forget me, I would still be thankful…
If she were to leave me, I would still be thankful…
only because having the chance to have spent
even one moment in her heart
is enough to keep me happy in this life and the Next.

But, I believe, without a doubt,
that my fate will be better,
as I mention her in every prayer,
pray for her,
and for her.
I ask that Allah gives me two lifetimes with her,
because this life would not be enough,
but an eternal Hereafter in Jannah will do,
as enough time for me to show Him my gratitude
for her and all that she has brought and will bring.

I await patiently for the arrival
to the answer to my prayers,
so that I may be forever grateful.
Her return will be a gift from Him,
my very own miracle,
when she no longer remains only in my every dream and every thought,
but becomes the wife I’ve wanted for so long, to love and to hold.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: “I Have Been Given Her Love”
Poem: “I Have Been Given Her Love” 1600 1200 Nadir Keval

As long as the sun shines, I will love you.
As long as there is air, I will love you.
As long as the flowers bloom, I will love you.

And if ever those things are lost,
I will remain strong, and put my trust in God.
As He will guide me, and give me strength,
to see that you are one He has sent me to uplift my faith.

When my hope begins to stagger,
He shows me a sign.
When my faith begins to weaken,
He sends me a reminder.

And with you, I have asked Him to make things clear…
To remove you from my heart, if I am not meant to hold you dear.
But, as I ponder, as I pray,
for a love,
I remember in my prayers
asking for a wife that’ll please my Most Beloved.
I ask for a Khadijah or an Aisha,
And I beg Him to make me like Muhammad (SAW) or one of the Sahabah.
I ask Him to guide me, to make me worthy of this answer.
And when I close my eyes, dream or think,
I feel inclined,
To remember the words of the Prophet (SAW) when his Khadijah came to mind:
“This is something from Allah; I have been given her love.”
And when I ask my faith and heart about you, I hear these same words.

I will make you my sun, my air, and my flowers,
For whatever I gain from them will be nothing, unless it is ours.
We will be one, God-willing, some day.
We will be together in Heaven, God-willing, some day.
To you, I will continue to strive in my sincere and loving devotion,
as I believe you have been etched into my heart and fate by the Master of creation.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: In Her Heart
Poem: In Her Heart 1280 1024 Nadir Keval

I wish I could peek into her heart to see what she is feeling, and to embrace her every smile and her every struggle, as though it were my own, only so that we may become stronger as we become one entity, two beings, one immensely strong heart.

Poem: Reasons for Love
Poem: Reasons for Love 1024 768 Nadir Keval

Where there is love, there is her name.
Where there is peace, there is her heart.
Where there is happiness, there is her smile.
Where there is hope, there is her spirit.
Where there is awe, there is her soul.
Where there is confusion, there is her fight.
Where there is conviction, there is her faith.

All that she is and all that I am is because of Him.
He has put us through success together, and through sin.
He has shown us our hopes for happiness,
He has shown us our faith through doubtfulness.
He has covered us when Shaitaan has attacked us,
and has sometimes let us fight, so that we may reflect on “us”.
He has put us through ups and downs,
He has given us reasons to smile and frown.

Through all this, He has given us…
Opportunities to run back to Him,
Weapons for when we’d let Shaitaan in,
Guidance if we really sought it,
Peace, unless we fought it.
Being patient and having certainty has been our focus,
but sometimes we get jaded because of those around us.
Let us have faith, and take our leap,
and trust that He will give us wings to fly together to our peace.

When her name is there, it is because of Him.
When her heart is there, it is because of Him.
When her smile is there, it is because of Him.
When her spirit is there, it is because of Him.
When her soul is there, it is because of Him.
When her fight is there, it is because of Him.
When her faith is there, it is because of Him.

And when my love is there, it is because of Him.

Poem: I want to marry her…
Poem: I want to marry her… 1920 1200 Nadir Keval

I want to marry her so that I may enter Paradise with her.

I want to marry her so we can grow together into the best we can be as individuals and as Muslims.

I want to marry her because I believe she will be a phenomenal mother, insha Allah.

I want to marry her so I can prove to Allah and to her, every day, that I am worthy of her as my blessing.

I want to marry her so that we can be covers for one another against the trials of this world.

I may sound selfish, but what can I say,

Marrying her will cause all of my sorrows to stray.

And what do we seek in this life,

other than happiness and a relief from strife.

So, I know that she will bring my life joy,

And with every moment together, Shaitaan’s efforts against us will be destroyed.

Oh Allah, please make her my wife and I her husband,

so that we may please You and through that, please each other.

Ameen.

The world is a REALLY BIG library….
The world is a REALLY BIG library…. 2480 1910 Nadir Keval

Spending my work days in the library, getting lots done, I’m noticing how many different stories there are in the lives of people. For example, I just saw a man put away a “Do-It-Yourself” Divorce Kit book. I wonder what he’s going through. Is he contemplating getting a divorce? Or, maybe he’s just trying to help someone else out? Who knows what his story is. Makes you think, how many libraries we could fill with the story of everyone’s individual lives.

So, that was just a few words for a blog post, but the weight it holds seems monumental. Anyways, I’d love to hear what you think of my thought. And hey, if you have a story you’d like to share, or if you’d like to just vent out something your experiencing, leave a comment and just make it anonymous. OR, email me at mail@nadirkeval.com, and I’d be more than willing to hear you out and be that shoulder to lean on, as much as I can. Looking forward to hearing back from you guys and girls! 🙂

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