A Poem for Mother’s Day, by Noori Mamdani: A Selfless Journey of a Mother From a Child’s Heart

A Selfless Journey of a Mother From a Child’s Heart

God bestows a title of an angel on a woman
When she becomes a mother.
And from there begins her journey,
A selfless and nurturing journey.

A woman who is now an angel,
Has developed broad lustrous wings
That can’t be seen,
But will be felt only by her child,
In the warmth,
In the kindness,
That she will spread
Till her last breath.

Soon an angel,
Becomes a nourisher,
A protector,
A pal,
And a dutiful teacher,
For her child
Who is just born,
A cuddly newborn
Of a month and a half.

Mother’s beautiful eyes shine bright
To share the story
To the world about
the beauty,
Innocence,
And smartness,
Of her wonderful child
Who has now grown into a school-ager.

Navyn Naran: A Poem for Prince Rahim Aga Khan and Ms. Kendra Spears as their Engagement is Announced – With Introduction

By Navyn Naran

there is an expectant joy in the air
as we welcome the news our Mawla has shared
and He is happy for a love of two
a new beginning for all, here paired.
this joy paralleled e’en by the spring
the breeze gently caressing the face of each
we share in their love and welcome the new
an understanding and acknowledgement in this niche.

Simerg and Simergphotos invites Ismailimail readers to visit the following two posts containing the same poem and photos but in vastly different style formats.

For Simergphotos please click “Mubarak…Khushamadeed”: A Poem for Prince Rahim

@Simerg “Mubarak…Khushamadeed” – A Poem for Prince Rahim Aga Khan and Ms. Kendra Spears as their Engagement is Announced by His Highness the Aga Khan

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Navroz: A Fresh New Start – Poem by Noori Mamdani

Navroz: A Fresh New Start

Melting of soft slithery snow,
Dazzling crystals in the rippling river flow,
Prismatic rainbow glow,
All are externalizing as an enchanted poetry of Nasir-i Khusraw.

Blooming of colorful flowers,
Drizzling of spring showers,
Growers and consumers,
All are rejoicing and welcoming the astounding spring,
As Pir Sadardin’s devotional linguistic string.

Mulla Zabihullah Chahozi: My Id e Norouz is the Didar of Mawlana Karim

My Id e Norouz is the Didar of Mawlana Karim
My Id e Norouz is the Speech of Mawlana Karim
I have no higher ambition in this world
other than seeing the shining face of Mawlana Karim
O Lord please fulfill my prayer
make me His Shia and amongst His followers

More http://ismailimail.wordpress.com/2010/03/21/my-id-e-norouz/

Nadim Pabani: An ode for Imam-e-Zaman

By Nadim Pabani – Inspired by the Navroz Spring.

An ode for Imam-e-Zaman we sing.
Seeing the birds outside take flight,
Line by line we begin to write.

So now we wish to begin this rhyme,
For the Master of the Age and Time
To glorify your Light that shines,
We are moved to write each line.

Poem by Shaqiera Ladhu: Who Am I

WHO AM I?

I have no place
I have no name
I have no face
I have no shame

I am a wall,
Made of strong bricks,
I am a Magician,
With many tricks.

I am an ocean,
Made of rain,
I am a track,
That holds a train.

I am darkness,
I am light,
I am the stars,
That sparkle so bright.

I am, and I am not,
Everyone and in everything around me,
I be, and I do not be,
I am there, but can you see?

I am nothing,
I am everything too,
I live in eternity,
And I live within you.

My being is in you,
You are a part of me,
My soul is in yours,
And together we be.

I am a piano,
With so many keys,
Unlock the melodies,
Playing in thee.

I am a picture,
Painted with all colours,
I am a butterfly,
In the sky I flutter.

I am the skies,
I am the sea,
I have no eyes,
But I can see.

I am a flame,
That burns eternally,
I am a being,
Being all I can be.

Broken dreams,
I can mend,
I am the beginning,
And I am the end.

I am a sky creature,
A pigeon, a dove,
I am an emotion,
And I am love.

I am a sea creature,
Within me the oceans lie,
I am the exalted,
I am the most high.

I am a flower,
The petals, the pod,
I am the scent,
And I,
am God.

Who Am I – By Shaqiera Ladhu.

“Poem ‘Who Am I” is an award winning poem originally posted in Ismaili UK magazine when Shaqiera was 12 years old.

Shaqiera was born in London, UK in 1992. She has been writing poems since the age of eight. Shaqiera wrote her very famous poem “Closer than you think..” during the auspicious occasion of Golden Jubilee of Mawlana Hazar Imam in 2008. She also wrote “die before you die” which Alwaiz Ghulam Abbas Hunzai called “an inspired poetry”. Click here to read all of her poems.

Poem: “Peace Will be Again” Salamiyya and Syria

By Elia Badrudin

Salaam , al Salaam, O salaam
to all of humanity, Peace

al Salamiyeh , KNOW that Peace will be again.
the heavens will smile on you again.
all humanity which speaks for Peace
has promised that
the planet has your place

More Salamiyya and Syria: “Peace Will be Again” « SIMERG – Insights from Around the World.

Love is the Imam

For us, love is the imam; the heart is the Congregation.

Our qible is the face of the Beloved;

our prayer is continuous.

More Abdur Rahman’s Corner.

“Crystal Clear” – A New Year Observation by Navyn Naran

here’s to crystal magic, clink!
and starlight.
shimmering
cool and clearest,
p e a c e
in the vacuum of purple night
of unseen and
unheard
a magic so hidden
you scarce believe in its reality..
for they say, it is the most real thing there is.

More at SIMERG – Insights from Around the World.

Mowlabapa’s 76th – Only For Us – Poem by Noorani Datoo « SIMERG

BY NOORANI DATOO

Dear Mowla,
We never imagined the day would come so fast
Seventy-six glorious years outclassed
Together we celebrate your birthday!
As one united, global jamat

Read at the source: SIMERG – Insights from Around the World.

A Poem for Hazar Imam (on His Salgirah), by Zafeera Kassam

THE SONG OF MY SOUL

The song of my soul,
Calls out to You;
Beseeching Your presence,
For my eyes thirst,
The glimpse of You.

The song of my soul,
Sings true:
Praying for a time,
When our hearts embrace
And rejoice…

The song of my soul,
Pleads favour,
Crying tears of fever,
Fighting restraints of fear,
Waging a war of fervour.

The song of my soul,
Sees not the world,
Sees not the sky, nor sea,
Sees not fortune nor fame,
Sees only its reflection in You.

The song of my soul,
Rings loud, rings strong,
With sheer abandon.
No fury, no hate,
Drowns its sincere melody.

The song of my soul,
Is endless and eternal,
Repetitive though not;
Unending, unfinished,
A new day adds a new note.

And this,

The song of my soul,
Recites for You:
Words of tender – love and amour
Harken please,
Pray, grant me You.

Zafeera Kassam
I am a teacher by profession, I also dabble a bit in poetry, creative writing and amateur photography, all of which have become an integral part of my life. I am proud to live in Nairobi, the place our Imam mentioned as follows during His Golden Jubilee: “When I think of a place close to my heart, no place comes quicker to mind than Nairobi.” I am even prouder to be an Ismaili Murid and wish to be inspired and write praises of my Imam for as long as I can.

Poem: Words of Gratitude by Noori Mamdani

Words of Gratitude

Mawla you are our true companion.
You are our reliable guide.
You are the spiritual leader of millions of Ismailis worldwide.

In the East, West, North, and the South side,
we follow you, our beloved Imam, with great respect and pride.
We relish your guidance every day and night.

You are the divine light of the beyond, at hand, and morrow.
Console of every sorrow.
And, a blissful breeze in every achieving dream.

His Highness the Aga Khan, you are the role model for every mankind.
The finest humanitarian of all time.

You are the endorser of knowledge, humanity, and pluralism.
An inspiration in the field of architecture, culture, secular, and spiritual education.

Dearly loved Prince Karim you are the patron of ‘tolerance, understanding, and
openness’ towards every tradition.
And, you are benevolent with a highest rural and urban development vision.
Imam-e-Zaman you are the supreme creature that no one could ever envision.

What more is there to your role?
Needless to say, admirably you reside in every warm soul.
Mawla, admirably you reside in every warm soul.

On this joyous day every Ismaili’s heart is ‘jumping with joy’ just to wish the greatest
day of all.
13th December the day on which you were born.
The day on which you were born.

Poem By: Noori Mamdani
Noori Mamdani is an ardent advocate of early childhood/special education.

Earlier related: Noori Mamdani: Success Story in Early Childhood Education

Poem by Shaqiera Ladhu after the close of the Paralympics

London Olympics 2012

Torchbearers,
Our flames will never dim,
Champions,
Here our journeys begin

Priceless moments that transcend time,
Legends born at the finish line,
And woven by these dreams of mine,
Are five great rings that intertwine

Bursting with life,
Flames that burn bright,
A million lights,
take the breath of the night

A band of colours,
Like a rainbow unite,
A parade of flags,
Start to dance in mid flight

A collage of cultures,
With one vision of light,
And one grand torch,
We will together ignite

Fighting to the finish,
I am the blind,
But I grasp my inner vision,
And leave my fears behind

Competing on two wheels,
I am impaired,
But I hear my country’s anthem,
And I am no longer scared

I am not your everyday Hero,
But when I hear the crowd,
Faith will mend my broken limbs,
And I will make my country proud

I am the rose that grew from concrete,
I found the inner strength to compete,
Though born at a disadvantage,
I will strive to honour my heritage

So I take a flying leap of faith,
And let it carry me through this race,
My childhood dreams I will now embrace,
Chasing a victory that nothing can replace

Fireworks scatter,
Confetti falls,
Then music and light,
Start to fade from it all

The flames have subsided,
The torch is now gone,
Though we will always remember,
The light that it shone.

- Shaqiera Ladhu, London UK

Earlier related by Shaqiera Ladhu:

A Poem by Shaqiera Ladhu: Closer than you think..
Shaqiera Ladhu – Aspiring Poetess
Poem – die before you die – By Shaqiera Ladhu

AKES Certificate of Merit Winning Poem by Shenila Shallwani

“Love”
By Shenila Hakim Ali Shallwani

There is a special thing called love,
It comes from the heavenly world above.
Love is like a precious treasure,
The happiness in it, nobody can measure.
Once it reaches somebody’s heart,
From there it can never depart.
In love for every body we care,
Love is found in things we share.
Love is life I say,
It makes you bright and joyful all the way.
Love in life is very significant,
Because it makes a person feel elegent.
Love makes you sing and dance,
Don’t lose it because you will not get another chance.
Love itself has a great beauty,
To share love with everyone is our duty.

Earlier related: Shenila Shallwani, Associate of Chartered Certified Accountant (ACCA)

Alina’s World of Poetry – “Urge of Soul”

I am just an ordinary human being blessed with an extra ordinary life to explore. Like for everybody, the greatest source of motivation for me as well is life itself. It loves you the most, also hits you hard at times, but teaches you the best way.

Writing poetry has always been a hobby I am pursuing since a very young age. I love to stay in a calm, peaceful place where I can focus and make myself available to get the messages from the nature or from my inner self, and get the inspiration enough to convert the feelings into words.

Below poetry reflects that when we set out on the quest of our own identity with full consent of our soul, to know who we actually are, we certainly experience some things which we had never thought of, never come across, had always been unknown to us or hidden behind. When we start the search, our heart begins to unveil the hidden realities and take us to an entirely new fascinating journey of knowing The Truth. This is just an effort to express the heart-felt deep feelings conveying that in order to know the True Self, one needs to lose oneself… lose the “Me” to know the “One”.

Urge of Soul:

I am not, but a drop of a Whole,
A dispersed piece of the Soul.
Just at a glance, you seize myself,

And dye me in colours of yourself.
You define love in a whole new way,
You are inside me night and day.
Forever I would hold the moment,
In a bit, like a lifetime spent.

Absorbed in every breath I take,
Your desire I can never forsake.
Every bit of me screams in Love so much,
You nurture me with Your concealed touch.
My urge for You so mesmerizes me,
That I withdraw and You become Me.

~Alina Sayani~

http://alinapoetry.blogspot.com/2012/08/urge-of-soul.html

Through the sight of my heart I have seen Pakistan « Nooru’s Blog

I’m the Melody of Chitral

I’m the Reed-flute of Hunza

I’m the ecstatic Rabab of Khyber

I’m the Attan of Pakhtuns

I’m the Martial Dance of Khattaks

I’m Bulleh Shah’s Kaafis

I’m Warish Shah’s romantic stories

I’m Sassi Punnu, Heer Ranjha and Sohni Mahiwaal

I’m the Bhangra of Punjab, the Dhamaal of Sindh

I’m Arif Lohar’s Jugni

More: Through the sight of my heart I have seen Pakistan « Nooru’s Blog.

Ode to Pir Hasan Kabirdin – the author of Anant Akhado and the Nav Chugga

Introduction: In its entirety, Pir Hasan Kabirdin’s composition Anant Akhado is a description, perhaps historical, perhaps extrapolated, of the meaning of life from a Greater Bird’s Eye view.

That is, life is not merely as we see it.

The allusion to batin (hidden or esoteric) is continual. Through 500 verses, of which the Nav chugga (the Nine Tussels) consisting of 90 verses are the tail end, Pir Hasan Kabirdin develops, as in a character of a book, the journey of the soul, as he yearns to purify himself in order to attain his Murshid’s (the Imam of the Time) Holy Grace…. more at Simerg.com: Navyn Naran’s Ode to Pir Hasan Kabirdin – the author of Anant Akhado and the Nav Chugga

Poem: Inspired by the Navroz Spring, by Nadim Pabani

Inspired by the Navroz Spring

Nadim Pabani

Inspired by the Navroz Spring,

An ode for Imam-e-Zaman we sing.

Seeing the birds outside take flight,

Line by line we begin to write.

So now we wish to begin this rhyme,

For the Master of the Age and Time

To glorify your Light that shines,

We are moved to write each line.

But how can human language

Begin to describe, begin to capture, begin to give justice to your greatness,

To quote the words of the Prophet, a Muslim void of love for Ali is faithless.

But this Murid will try his very best,

To help others realise that you are the Light of the East and West,

You refrain from seeking worldly might,

Even though, this is your God given right.

A King without a Kingdom,

An Emperor without a State,

al-Mustafa (Muhammad the ‘Chosen’) the City of Knowledge,

And my Lord Ali, thou art the Gate.

So how worthless is this worldly power,

when day by day we approach the Hour,

We seek to behold your luminous reality,

For you are the Light of both Ali and Nabi.

Guiding your believers on their journey through life,

Showering them with blessings through struggle and their strife.

How can we repay Our Beloved Imam?

Who’s guidance and Rahma (mercy) keeps us from harm.

We know that we will never be free,

Until we see the Light of Mawla Murtaza Ali.

—

About the author: Nadim Pabani, a resident of London, UK, obtained his Undergraduate Bachelor of Laws with Honours Degree from City University, London in Law and Property Valuation (LLB). Currently he is studying at The University of Edinburgh for a Masters as part of the MSc in Islamic and Middle Eastern Studies. His interests lie in the fields of Islamic (and more specifically Ismaili) History, Philosophy and Theology. His Masters Dissertation will involve a comparative study of the Fatimid and Alamut conceptions of the Qaim and Qiyamah with particular reference to the works of Nasir-i Khusraw, Nasir al-Din al-Tusi and Hasan Mahmud, in order to explain the shift in doctrine between these two distinct phases of Nizari Ismaili history.

Inca Gods, by Mohezin Tejani « Simerg

In ancient days,

Inti—the sun god—dives down into the depths of Lake Titicaca.

He raises his son Manco Capac to the surface and

Builds a city for the Quechua tribe that will worship him

With temples and corn fields and virgins.

Cuzco is born.

The goddesses of food, fertility and war,

More at the source: Inca Gods « Simerg – Insights from Around the World.

‘Light Upon Light’ « Nooru’s Blog

The sensuous eye is a horse,
and the light of God is the rider:
without the rider the horse is useless.
The light of God rides the sensuous eye,
and then the soul yearns for God.
How can a riderless horse
recognize the signs of the road?
God’s light enhances the senses:
this is the meaning of ‘Light Upon Light’

Rumi in his Masnavi 2.1290-1293.

More at: ‘Light Upon Light’ « Nooru’s Blog.