Prayer To The Friend

My Friend, You take a form dear to our heart to come and visit us!
We cannot dress You with other clothes!
Come and fire my heart!

My Lord!
Feeling You is no ideology, not thinking!
Seeing You is no madness!
Praying You is all my breath!
Loving You is my deep secret!

Dear Friend!
You play with men!
Scholars may understand but they may not feel You while You are here!
Matter bounds so many of us!
Forgive!

In the whirling move of the night
-You are!
In the love look of the child for his mother
-You are!
In the chill that runs over me
-You are!

Day life makes us believe in our ego
Day life pushes in the social battlefield
In front of You, fake ego vanishes
And Your reflection stays

We can never loose the Quran!
It flows from eternity
Like a mirror it talks to us
And shows us our misery
Outside of You

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Some say saints are from the past
Some say saints have long beard
Some say the digital world doesn't need God
Open some eyes
My dear Friend!

Even if screens bring everything
Even if we can write on keyboards
Even if we are connected

My Lord
Make us hand write
And read
Real books!

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My Friend
Some phenomenon talk to our hearts while some don't
In Your hands, we are just strings You play unto
Various and praying You!

(Al-Zeituni, July 2016)