Ode to a Beating Piece of Flesh
Oh you piece of flesh
That nourished my body with your soul
Money cannot fix you
And doctors may operate on you,
But they can’t cleanse you from tiny black dots
Black dots that have dyed your crimson red color into
A black abyss
Nor can they physically clean your sins
That is why I repent
To the One and Only
The All Hearing, All Knowing,
Most Forgiving, Most Merciful and Compassionate
Oh piece of tissue
Inshallah may you one day enter the gates of Jannah
And find yourself in eternal contentment
Beat to the words of Allah (SWAT)
And you’re washed with the musk of humility and bravery
You are not just an organ in which vitality flourishes from
You are not tough like weeds or hard as steel in your emotions,
But soft to the touch and smooth like water with its purity intact
9.5 oz, but your value is not measured in the ounces of flesh, but in the pounds of deeds
Oh tranquil heart,
Find yourself at ease with the words of your Lord
And He’ll not only put you to into the deepest of sleeps
But REAWAKEN you!
By Khadija Snowber Aqsa School