Durban Muslima: Poetry of Abdulla Amla

Durban Muslima: Poetry of Abdulla Amla: The official release of Abdulla Amla's long & much anticipated anthology of romantic poems and proses will take place early next week. The...

There's No Place Like Home..

Woman are the pillars of strength in any facet of life. I too, am a woman and my greatest gift of faith is being a mother. If I had to write a book on parenting, I would be doing an injustice to the meaning of it because every woman is a parent in their own world of experience.

My most prized possessions in my life are my beautiful children. I couldn’t have asked for a more blessed chapter in this journey of being a woman. They have brought meaning and depth to this life and for me the feeling is irreplaceable.

This emotion grew onto me even stronger when I had to work away from home for a few weeks and my only contact with my kids was a phone call each night just to tuck them in. Being a doctor, I am so dedicated in my field of service. I accompanied a voluntary group of doctors into a war torn Somalia in the aim of service and love. It was a sight to remember, pictures that wreak havoc even in my mind when I think back to it. Little children succumb only to the hope of water, food and a smile. I cried with fear every night when I got into that camp of ours to sleep away the pain of tormenting sights of disbelief and poverty.

How could anyone be so cruel to humanity. How could life become so difficult to live by. How does one swallow pain and sleep on the pillow of its acceptance. I wanted to run away from here into the arms of my comfortable home. It was very hard.

One morning while doing my rounds in a tent full of woman, I noticed a frail woman clutching something that looked like a baby. Its stench made me tear with pain. It was dead and she wasn’t letting go of it. This incident led me to understand that even in death there is love and the hope of a new beginning for the death of this child gave this one woman of Somalia hope. Survival meant giving up everything even a life for your bread. She didn’t want to let go of the corpse because she felt that she was wrong to allow herself to live in place of her baby, but in reality she was stronger so she would be better opted for survival.

That night when I called home, my kids rushed to the phone in such delight of my presence on the other line that I built up the courage to smile and tell them how much I loved them and I was coming home very soon. We were there now almost five weeks and I was growing weaker with pain from all this. I nursed the sick, fed the children and helped the frail wither away into their comfort of care. I made a difference but it still didn’t grant me ease. Something was missing, if only I could settle into the seat of my thoughts and work out where my weakness was.

This notion stayed until the moment we returned home and one night as I was tucking my kids into their beds I realized why I had been feeling displaced. My heart was cold now and I trembled with fear. I was a mother with a world of possibilities and I had the comfort of my home. They had nothing except the hope of seeing a new day. But those woman had such strength and determination in them that we cannot match with our struggles of life.

Woman lay a foundation for life.

Woman create life.

Woman make the house a home and for this notion we can believe that there is no place like home..

Dear Diary

The emotion sits perched up on that branch of loneliness. Why..?
When everything is there. why do i still feel so alone..

Who created this emotion.. why was it created.. when will it's duty cease..
I feel so lost on this winding road.. i feel so trapped.. i feel so alone..
I need to see a light.. i need to draw a line.. i need to feel a hand.. i need to touch a life..
The essence of contentment is joy..
When do i start searching for this joy if the loneliness keeps following my vessel of life..

I know i have a purpose.. i know there is an end..
It's the step in between fulfillment and hardship that keeps me lagging behind..

There is so much we don't know, there is so much we haven't seen, there is so much we still need to feel..
If this emotion leeches itself so strongly..how will i find my way out..

Is there but a soul out there who can relate..

Teacher by profession.. Mum by choice..

Children are such a blessing indeed. However, there is such a great amount of trust and patience that goes with the challenges of being a mum and an educator. It demands so much of me, literally making me slip into the robe of calmness. The role is ever so difficult.

Very often i get the question of, how do i ever manage with so many kids at school when the parent cannot even handle the little four year old at home. I absolutely don't know..but i have realized that it is easier to handle a child who isn't your own. Somehow, they actually listen to me. 

I must admit that i am fortunate, i have a tendency to attract children wherever i am. I simply love them, they are angels in disguise..literally..

Despair of my longing..

The pale blue contrast of the ice-berg..

the crash and go of the mighty waves and the sky in its splendor of strange tones..

create the setting of a love story which turned into a bleak state of surrender.. 

I cant stop looking at this picture..

the mood at present leaves me in a state of restless tears.. 

I wait still..for your embrace, the very same one which lasted for a moment 

but it carried through my life forever.. 

I need to set you free..I need to bury your love away.. 

I need to swim across this ocean of distress and reach for the calm after the storm.. 

Go away with this majestic blue ice-berg.. Leave me to be.. 

I cannot express the pain which is suppressed deep within these waters of uncertainty.. 

Your voice bites like poison in the echo of my mind.. 

From my heart to yours.. 

I love you but only in the dreams of my nagging conscience because your love was never mine forever... 

So long dearest.. 

Drift away into oblivion.. 

Search for me never again.. 

You bring too much pain, you bring too much pain.. 

(tassy) 

Natural persona of bliss..

Morning gave way to a striking yellow color combing over every piece of darkness from the passing night..

The sky looks incredible right now in a glittering outfit of sparkling sunlight.. 

A cool breeze compliments the sunlight wit a ripple of energy ceasing the flow of grass every so often.. 

Birds are everywhere, flying so high away from the still passing of life beneath 

their majestic openness of such beauty.. 

They crown their territory in such a passion creating an entourage for the new day to unleash 

its presence over the land.. 

Everything about the morning right now is beautiful.. 

I close my eyes for a moment..

Ah love.. 

Sunlight..wrap yourself in its satin glow of yellowness..

Journey..

Travelling on this naked freeway.. 

lost in the rhythm of my feelings.. 

the sound of water creating the freedom to live..

 the wind in the willows of my soul reeling me into the desire to love..

 the open place of wishful thinking giving this heart the wings to soar above the fear.. 

a breath on my shoulder reminds me that love is the universal echo of life..

 she smiles like a shining star.. 

the most precious reason for me to pull on the reigns of this life and hold on so tight..

 she's beautiful..

Poetry for the soul..

 The rays of a jeweled sun pierce through the clouds and dart into the blue of the ocean surface.. 

Specks of water ripples leave one in bated breath as it creates a shimmer with the turning of tide and the mirror of the suns resonance from high above.. 

Birds take flight in full beauty adding to this aura of morning bliss..

 Barefoot and alone i walk on this warm sandy shore gripping onto the memories of days i held your hand embracing this blissful surrounding..

i close my eyes and i feel you.. ..

into a distant place

away from the brink of time

unknown to the minds eye

far from the reality of thought

under a carpet of truth

blooming with the colors of emotions

tranquil in the essence of thought

filled with the scents of dreams

blessed by a breeze of contentment

wrapped with the certainty of hope

calm in the effort of peace

..A place where the heart and the soul connect and become one..

My lonely soul echoes silently..a million words..
I do not know anything else but this echo, I have no voice of freedom..
The great sky above creates such beauty for me to ponder with..
I am not alone in this tranquility..no..no..
I am lonely, only in the mindset of lost love..
I am partnered with the essence of this beautiful sky and all its glamour..
Reeling me into the night of comfort and hope..