March into April

Forward march I move into April now;

inspired by my brotha' to lay some letters down...

From my screen, me be not so skill'd as he;

so I hesitate, but only for a second or three...

For me, being skill'd has never been my matter;

I merely write as an attempt to quiet the silent chatter...

As my fitra's cries, simultaneously I hear my naffs scream;

both wanting to be the navigator that will determine my final dream...

Or my final nightmare depending on which one wins;

I long for all my deeds to be pure, yet so many of them are sins...

So for me the most passionate kiss is my forehead to the floor;

as I intimately beg the Oft Forgiving to forgive me once more...

Ya Rabbi...forgive me, forgive she, forgive he, forgive we;

forgive the masses for the many things that have come to be...ameen...Amelah E.