love

Poem: Our Journey
Poem: Our Journey 1280 853 Nadir Keval

I’m a traveller,
loving every moment.
Every time I turn around,
I can say because of you, that it was all worth it.
We went through times,
some great, some tough,
but where’s the crime,
in feeling that’s what built our love?

See, on this journey,
we’ve been taking,
I thought we’d lose touch.
Sandstorms of confusion,
blinding us from seeing,
that our love is worth believing.
But, hurt us they couldn’t,
when the truth sheltered us.
Though we needed to be patient,
waiting for the storms to pass,
we still came out surviving.

On most days, we’ll be smiling,
and some when we won’t be able to help crying.
But, come tears or shine,
we can only be what we’re meant to be.
Let’s keep going on making our love grow,
and hope we never reach our destination.
I never want this trip to end,
so I can show you how much I love you more and more.
I’m certain that as we continue,
we’ll take steps forward and back,
but I can guarantee that as we lay our tracks,
there’s no other I’d want to have as my companion.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

 

Poem: Into The Horizon
Poem: Into The Horizon 1920 1080 Nadir Keval

It was the first time I had seen the horizon
Sunset rising, bringing a glisten to my eyes.
I wondered how this could be,
since it still wasn’t morning,
And realized it wasn’t the sun.
It was the twinkle in your eyes.
At that moment, I began to smile,
Thinking how I could thank The Almighty,
For bringing me someone like you,
A woman for whom I was surely
not worthy I held your hands tightly,
told you to close your eyes.
For that small simple moment
It felt we were breathing the same life.
I walked over to my corner
Raised my hands in praise Of God,
showing gratitude for who He sent my way.
I looked to you and smiled again.
I hope our smiles never fade away.
You mean to me more than can be said
No words can describe it,
This is just meant to be felt.
The world called me crazy
Said that love doesn’t work this way.
As time passes by, they say love fades away.
I refuse to believe these words
As my Prophet (pbuh) said to think pure.
As long as our love is based on our love for God…
God-willing, we’ll always find our love prosper.
May Allah make our love last as a sign of success
In this life and in the Next.
God-willing, this life will be filled with bliss and laughter
But, to be honest,
I’m more excited about spending my life with you in the Hereafter.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Epitomy of Happy
Poem: Epitomy of Happy 1024 768 Nadir Keval

She’s the epitomy of beauty,
Brings dreams of happiness
From the depths of fantasy,
Into a reality.
She appeals to my every attribute,
Makes me feel like my love’s the truth.
She has the smile of an angel,
You’ll see innocence in her every angle.
She’s the epitomy of beauty,
In more than just the physical,
But in her soul’s purity,
Making me fall in love with her daily.
The day I met her, I fell into a daze,
And since then, my feelings have become,
More than just a phase.
There’s things about her that I love,
And there’s thing I could do without.
But this woman’s everything I could ever ask for,
It’d be an insult to ask God for any more.
He’s sent me my own guardian,
To love and cherish me,
Without any hurting.
Now, I’m praying for the courage, to maybe,
Ask her to become my lady,
By blessing me even more,
And saying yes when I ask if she’d marry me.
I dream of days when we could start a family,
With children we would adore.
A daughter just like her
And a son, whose love for us is unconditional.
Baby, will you help me,
In finding reason to smile?
‘cause all I need to be satisfied with life,
is the chance to be your husband and make you my wife.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Truth
Truth 773 1033 Nadir Keval

“Do not attach a truth with a name. Truth is truth, regardless of who says it.”

This is a statement I heard today, and it makes sense in most cases. However, I feel it is somewhat vague, considering how much it sounds like one of the quotes I’d hear in philosophy class. There’s a reason I swore off ever taking another one of those classes!

Any thoughts on the quote? I’d love to see what people make this out to be. 🙂

T.G.I.F.!!
T.G.I.F.!! 1200 800 Nadir Keval

I woke this morning an hour before I had to reach the Mosque (Muslim Temple), and that meant I had to leave within 5 minutes of waking up. So, I get up, get dressed, not able to freshen up any more than just brush my teeth.

I then leave the house, rushing to get to the Mosque. On my way there, I get slowed by traffic, and end up getting there just in time. It’s honestly an amazing feeling to get to the Mosque and spend some time there. The Friday prayer is like my weekly rehab session. I go to the Mosque on other days, but every Friday just comes with this incredible feeling of, “You can start fresh again starting today!”

The people sit silently, listening to the lesson, which is compulsory before every Friday prayer. They listen intently, in hopes of hearing that one thing, if not more, that will inspire them until the next week. Beginning with the words of peace, “Assalaamu alaikum” (May the peace and blessings of Allah [God] be upon you), the lecturer delivers a speech leaving us all speechless and smiling, to know that we are not alone in facing the day-to-day struggles we face as individuals.

After the speech, the prayer begins, as the call to prayer is made, praising Allah, and reminding us to, “Come to prayer, come to success!” We begin, and the meditative closeness to our souls comes to life. We all recognize the presence of our souls, but this feeling of just being completely connected to your center is incredible. It’s what keeps me balanced throughout the day.

We finished the prayer, and I walked outside to talk to my brothers. These people are not related to me by blood, but they are as close to me as my own blood. We discussed holding a BBQ for a youth group I work with, and to include a lesson at the same time. We think it should work out really well, and I’m hoping for it’s success, Insha Allah (God-willing).

Time to get back to work now. See y’all soon.

Poem: He said, She said
Poem: He said, She said 1280 800 Nadir Keval

He said that he loved her,
Was willing to give her
Himself, in every aspect.
She said that he lived and lied,
Cuz if he loved her as he claimed,
He wouldn’t have forgotten to show her respect.

The world claimed their love to be wrong,
Saying he was making mistakes,
And had forgotten all that made him strong.
They said she was playing him,
And that he’d be left with nothing.
But he trusted his love,
And he knew it wouldn’t just survive.
He was convinced it would thrive.

Months passed with patience,
And they grew closer than friends.
He said, “I want to take us serious,
But if you’re just having fun,
love me as you wish,
we won’t be unless you change.”
She said, “You gotta understand, I’m too young,
I want us to build that trust,
Before we take that plunge,
Into a life together forever.”

So much time had passed,
And they had become the best of friends.
He thought that maybe they were to take that step,
But her plans were elsewhere,
Saying that he had grown into a brother to her.

He said, “You broke my heart,
Ripped it out,
and shred it to pieces.
I never knew love would hurt like this,
I’ve just lost all trust in finding bliss
With you.”
She said, “You don’t understand,
I never knew this would happen.
I thought we’d be together too,
But I guess fate had other plans.”

Isn’t it plain to see?
Or is it just me?
That it’s clear to even heart’s that are blind,
She just looked him in the eyes,
And lied.
He was left broken,
And was robbed,
Of his very essence:
She took his heart.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Deafening Silence
Poem: Deafening Silence 1024 819 Nadir Keval

Deep thought has become my identity,
Grateful to God for giving me the opportunity,
To speak out words, so absurd to some,
But to others seeming inspirational.
For words like these, I must be more than thankful,
Not because I think they are special,
But rather, because they move me before they move anyone else.
The greatest form of gratitude I can find,
Is the silence, I place on my lips,
As I smile like an idiot, in my mind.
A silence so important,
That a pin wouldn’t even dream to drop.
Sounding as though a pin can dream,
But then again,
My dreams do pin me,
Into a world of thoughts so unheard of, but sound.
At times, my mind thinks of things that even I can’t understand,
And as I stand up, under the skies,
Hoping for some revelation,
Or some inspiration to flood my eyes…
I stop. Dead in my tracks,
Of thoughts, as I plunge into affinity with myself,
Or is that who I plan to be?
I don’t know, because that man seems like it, but he’s not me.
Then, I began to feel it,
A feeling so finite,
Yet incomplete.
That I am to be that man,
Who one day will stand,
Amongst millions, and be alone,
As a thinker of differences,
And a different thinker.
One, who he himself will adore,
One, who will always feel plastered to the floor.
As though, he will never rise,
Unless given a hand to stand,
Instead of continuing to receive feet as he is stepped on.
People will see him,
And see a revolutionary,
Not due to his actions, but due to his dreams.
He will fight for justice, in hopes that people will once again dream,
As they had been sentenced to a life of lifelessness,
A life without imagination it seems.
But this man, so alone, yet always accompanied,
Will stand with his Love in his heart,
Knowing that, let the world come to a sudden halt,
He will remain standing,
As the last free heart with a will to never stop.

Copyright © Nadir Keval
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