Fig & Olive

I want to sit on a sidewalk Forget who I am Where I am Or who I belong to Forget myself And why I am Who I am My dreams My goals My half- baked ideas Empty promises Unfulfilled wishes Unfinished stories And unedited poems

It just makes you want to sit down and be quiet There’s a freeing feeling that comes with it It heals you without knowing your illness It nurtures you without use of words It becomes a part of you as though it was never separated Maybe it is you Unadulterated Full Completely free of expectations […]

Note: The term ‘student of knowledge’ in the Islamic tradition means someone who studies Islamic knowledge specifically in a traditional manner of studying from teachers who have a senate back to the prophet, peace to him, so independent study -though valuable, wouldn’t count and is not including in this ode. I wrote this “off the […]

For reasons unknown I wrote two versions of this poem, one on June 27th, 2014 and the other on March 7th, 2015. I’m not sure which one I like better, if it seemed appropriate I’d combine them, but I couldn’t reach any certainty on doing so and so it remains two. I often write and […]

A crash would be perfect Head to head And it all ends It all stops Black out begins And never ends I’m not afraid of death I’m more afraid to live I’m most afraid to see him Because I haven’t loved enough Haven’t done enough Didn’t live in fear Didn’t really care Consumed By everything […]

They say that time Is slightly different for me and you That it speed up the higher up you are And slows down the farther down you get But I forget And just let It all slip away Who am I to be such a time waster? Wasting it on a laugh or two Forgetting […]

Sometimes it feels like the whole world is closing in on me I’m suffocating Begging for air to breathe I feel like You’re punishing me And there’s no doubt as to what I deserve I feel low without worth And I’ve given birth to my sadness Being in love Driven into madness One eye sees […]

I wonder if we’ll make it back home I just wonder if we we’ll make it back home If there’s a place we can meet If a place we can speak Do you remember those things Worth remembering? Do you recall those words Still trembling You couldn’t say What you meant You couldn’t quite be […]

I’m a bit disappointed in myself for not being able to work on the essay I had in mind for our beloved, peace upon him. Nevertheless here is a poem for An Nabi, peace to him. Was it just a dream? For me it remains unseen Were you just a ghost Wrapped in our hopes […]

This poem is an attempt to physically describe one of the greatest saints of our time. I wrote this poem for myself, others and maybe one day my own children in order to hold on to the image of a man that means so much to me and many others. What matters most is of […]