Madinah’s Gifts

I was given a gift; dates from the city of light. Instantly, the memories come flooding back: The blessed greeting The dazzling green dome The serenity of the court yard The echoes of the adhan The boundless generosity The sages at every corner The cries of every lover The play of innocent children The silent…

Spring’s Gift

A response from those who love to those who mock by Shaykh Hamza Yusuf I envy the sand that met his feet I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet Of birds that hovered above his head Of spiders who spun their sacred web To save him from his enemies I envy clouds formed from the…