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Young Explorer
You are young.
You cannot sit still.
Your mind
escapes detention.
You dance
to Nature’s tune.
Everything about you
is in constant motion:
a perfect example
of 'Tasbeeh.'
Ever since
you smiled in my arms
and reached out
to catch the sun..
You already were one:
One in Tasbeeh,
with God’s Creation.
Only now
I SEE what that means.
As you rush far ahead.
"Where?" someone asks.
People who ask,
do not go far!
They hesitate
and lose momentum.
Has someone stifled
their Tasbeeh?
It is sad:
Well-forgotten
to our generation
is what yours
so well-remembers!
Your young heart still
sees clearly.
drowning out
Life's commotion,
you can hear the sounds
of the womb.
"Where?"
they ask again.
I know.
You have shown me
where everyone goes.
You push forward
in constant motion
to reveal
your True Identity.
Pondering every
Possibility.
Potentiality.
Probability!
Tasbeeh'
is constant motion
in willing
and unwilling Devotion!
Let me help you
catch the sun,
I’ll be your companion
if I can
or at least
a well-wishing friend.
I’ll carry you
ahead of me.
I’ll embrace
your daring attempts!
And perhaps recover
lost parts of myself.
“DO NOT,”
you tell me,
“Do not
stand in the way
of my Tasbeeh.
Its Force
will blow you away!”
Yes. I know.
“I am young,” you say,
“and I still don’t know
ALL that I am...
but I DO know
where I go!”
How could you?
Young. Immature.
“But I know,” you say:
“I do know.
I am
in constant motion
and I see
where everyone goes.
Isn’t it true
that at nightfall
everyone goes Home?”
True: 'Inna lil-Lah,'
we are His.
To Him is our return.
And Blessed it is
the joyous Return
of a Life fulfilling
its Promise,
a Soul realized
in Awareness,
at ease with God
after constant,
relentless motion.
I shall not stand
in our way, my child
and I know that
one day soon,
revealed to the world,
will be Someone
whom God
has always known:
Someone who
may once have
been tempestuous..
unpredictable..
yet ever since your birth
you’ve been
in the best of ‘Taqweem.’
This journey
over changing dunes
is yours, my child
and you are
the Explorer.
But if your road
ever darkens…
Won’t you let
me be
your moon?
Randa Hamwi Duwaji
Randa Hamwi Duwaji
