A writer and poet from Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. I have been writing for years and have had my work published in multiple anthologies. I write what my soul feels – turning faith, love, wonder, and quiet conversations with Allah into poetry. My words are a reflection of a heart learning to find beauty, comfort, and belonging in its relationship with its Creator.
A poetic reflection on Ayatul Kursi
He calls me His Believer –
and my heart pauses,
trembles,
softens at the weight of such love.
Allah’s Believer…
eighty-eight times,
as if every word is a heartbeat,
a gentle whisper in the vastness of His creation.
Allahu la ilaha illa Huwa Al-Hayyul-Qayyoom
Allah – there is no deity except Him,
the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of all.
He holds the universe in His hands,
yet looks at me,
and calls me His.
He owns the heavens, the earth, the galaxies beyond counting:
Lahu ma fissamaawaati wa ma fil-ard
To Him belongs everything.
The sun stretches its light to Uranus,
billions of kilometres away.
Galaxies swirl, trillions in number,
and still… He sees me.
He calls me His Believer.
He sustains every breath, every life,
all 7.6 billion humans,
millions of birds and animals,
oceans teeming with the unseen.
Every heartbeat, every rising, every falling,
all flow in harmony because of Him.
La ta’khudhuhu sinatun wa la nawm
Neither drowsiness nor sleep overtakes Him.
And yet, He leans close to my soul,
whispers softly:
“I am here for you.
I see you.
You are safe with Me.
You are loved, My Beloved.”
Nothing moves without His permission.
Planets glide in perfect orbits,
galaxies spin in quiet symphony,
gravity flows as He commands.
And still, He calls me –
His Believer.
Wa si’a kursiyuhus-samawati wal-ard
His Throne encompasses the heavens and the earth.
And in awe, my soul realises:
this title, this name,
is love beyond measure.
To be His –
to be cherished in the vastness of eternity –
is a romance my heart can barely contain.
He is my comfort, my protection,
my keeper in the infinite.
“Come to Me, My Beloved.
Place your trust in Me.
I will never forsake you.”
To be called His Believer –
is to be held in a divine embrace,
to feel awe,
to feel love,
to feel small,
yet immeasurably precious.
And I melt into that love,
trembling, soft, alive —
because the One who owns galaxies
has chosen me as His Believer.
Upon hearing its name
My mind immediately connects
With the image that had set
In my mind’s storage cell
Regarding the mentioned object
This is a blessing of my Lord, the Great
Having provided me with the memory which retains
All I will to see and then to reflect
Or else, create new images as per my interests
As I wander between the past and the présent states
The beauty of this memory cell is that
With its frequent usage
Better it continues to get
Instead of becoming less
As it gradually grows and expands
Whereas on the other hand
Upon letting it remain in stillness
Succumbs down and lays as a dead
Till the moment when
Occurs an extraordinary situation
Reviving it into a motion again
Recent posts
- Fear Allah, not people´s judgement
Fear Allah, not people´s judgement by Alhajj Khalil Mohammed Hassan Champsi Sometimes, the way others see us quietly begins to shape the way we live. Their gaze becomes a mirror in which we measure ourselves; their perceptions become questions we carry; their judgements become shadows over choices that were once our own. - A Garden Without End
A Garden Without End Review of Chapter 23 of Bihar Al-Anwaar, Volume 8 Author – The Allama Muhammad Baqir Al Majlisi Chapter 23 of Volume 8 of Bihar Al-Anwaar – the encyclopaedic hadith compendium compiled by the Safavid-era scholar Allama Muhammad Baqir al-Majlisi – is entitled “The Paradise and Its Bounties, and Allah Sustaining Us and the Rest of the Believers, Its Houries, Its Castles, Its Joys and Its Cheerfulness.” Spanning roughly one hundred and eighty pages (pp. 106–285), it sits in the volume between the harrowing chapter on the Bridge over Hell and the chapter on the Fire itself, and it functions as a deliberate counterweight: where the preceding chapters describe terror, this one unfolds an almost luxuriant catalogue of delight. Reading it straight through is a peculiar experience – less a sustained argument than a long, liturgical inventory of a world the believer is invited to imagine as already in existence. This review summarises the chapter’s main themes and offers a few observations on its literary and theological texture. - Marhum (Maalim) Ibrahim Husseinali Nathoo
Marhum (Maalim) Ibrahim Husseinali Nathoo 1942-2024 The Khoja Shia Ithna-Asheri Jamaat of Dar es Salaam mourns the loss of Ibrahim Husseinali Nathoo, who passed away on 23rd October 2024. Ibrahim bhai was a true pillar of our community, a dedicated teacher, and an inspiring example of humility, commitment, and selfless service. Born on 23rd November 1942 in Zanzibar, Ibrahim bhai devoted his life to the service of others. His journey of community service began early and spanned decades, touching countless lives. He served as a teacher and mentor at Husayni Madrasah, where he shaped the minds and souls of multiple generations, always with a kind smile and a humble spirit. His commitment went beyond teaching; he was a guardian, a guide, and a fatherly figure to all who passed through the Madrasah doors.
