World of Words

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Lessons on Love.

Posted by HIBA on 9:30 AM in

I need love. But I need to unlearn love first. For that, I need to strip out all that's covering me. From the senseless love notes to toxic expressions of love. I need to find myself shamelessly standing unclothed of love. This I need, to be born again with Love.

They say love is unconditional. That is true, but you can only experience that with your Lord. Man in his nature loves with conditions and that's okay. Imperfections need a bunch of conditions to live a life of normalcy.

Hence I need my Lord more than anyone else. No human can make me believe in illusions of intense love. Intensity lies within hearts that have experienced love from Al-Wadud.

To be loved by Allah is an experience for a conscious mind. Allah is The Protector, and every time we shift our priorities to people or things that bound to bring in the baggage of pain, Allah takes them away. Allah is The Wise. And so plans Allah makes are never flawed. They are beautifully fulfilling but limited to our intellect. Our ego gets hurt while reading the previous line, but that's the truth.

I had to explain to my fellow mates why I love Allah so much. How I find it easy to not blame Allah in anything? Why do I tend to be so sure of Allah? What is trust and how do I easily trust my lord? How come I don't complain about Allah to anyone? The list doesn't end.

But I chose to submit and let Allah's will take its course of action. And that makes me yearn for my Beloved more than anything. For the unconditional love that I am bestowed upon purely by Allah's mercy and compassion.

Alhamdulillah.

Of Written (documenting thoughts)

Posted by HIBA on 9:28 AM in

Sometimes I go across my own words and am surprised at how much they speak to me. And that's when I realise how the Almighty chose me to write them. For they are healing and a reminder for my circumstances.

Whenever someone tells me of how they find words from my book helping them, I am again humbled. I take no credit, for it was solely Allah's will that I write.

And now as I sit to write my second book, I find myself again humbly in gratitude to my lord, for in the coming years these words are to speak.

Alhamdulillah.

/in gratitude and humility for all the words that have spilt upon Your command/

Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Lessons not taught in School -(1)

Posted by HIBA on 12:58 AM in poem,

Just as Fall faded,

You did too.

And so I learnt a lesson.

Life's beautiful with departures.

Like seasons change,

Humans do.

And so I learnt a lesson.

It's painful, yet beauty lies in temporal spaces.

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Language

Posted by HIBA on 7:16 PM in poem,

There was beauty in what you uttered.

A kind that significantly mattered.

And at times when your practice silence.

There was everything confessed in abundance.

More of the void would fetch the beloved.

For the language of lovers are seldom heard.

So my love, speak or not, but I'll listen.

In agony and bliss, I'll be within.

Thursday, September 17, 2020

#wild

Posted by HIBA on 9:00 AM in prose,

Thought of the word wild didn't bring in poetry. Rather I wanted to pull out my skin, rip it apart and just clench onto my veins. The green they portray on the outside would actually be bloody blessed red.

What is it about a word that makes us write on it? Our thoughts most often I suppose. So what are my thoughts on wild?

To be precise everything contradicting to what the word sounds. Wild sounds like a roar, looks like a lion and feels like the deepest stare of a leopard. But then to me, it's the scented flowers that are rare and precious. It's the unknown and unheard melodies that we get to experience once in a lifetime. It's the rawness in the nature that's often secluded from life, but that which has a life beyond the machines we have become. It is that which makes action not mundane and words not shallow.

Wild is something that we all have, the rawest of our being is wild and the world tames us. Maybe for the bliss of eternity to enjoy rather than the temporal tales that we exist as.

Wild is now when I simply scribble yet scream the thoughts when I undress them here as they are when I try to fight the conflicts and ignore the teasing of my own heart and just paint here.

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

#redemption

Posted by HIBA on 11:24 AM in poems,

Evolved from the pricks of words,

she left her coffin alive and profound.

A dunk in the river of consciousness,

A scrub by the branches of patience.

Knelt in the mud of madness

Submitted her being to the Divine.

A ritual to live again, but not survive.

A promise to be human, and not ignorant.

Sunday, June 28, 2020

VERTICAL JOURNEY|PERFECTION

Posted by HIBA on 1:54 PM in vlogs,

This is my first attempt at making a series of videos wherein I take you all on my journey as I talk about things that I personally value. I will be picking up my own personal experiences as I go about. So in today's video, I take you all on the road to the uniqueness and what actually can be defined as Perfection. The beauty of this world lies in the differences we have in each of us, else the world will be sick and boring.