It Is Possible

November 8th, 2008

As the strings on the guitar hit note after note and each verse echoed through the mic "are my intentions alright... am I doing it for Allah"... this state of confusion vanished. Now, the question wasn't "should I?" but rather... "Why am I?" Salutation after salutation, supplication after supplication... "Ya Allah Forgive me, let not these words be uttered from my lips and have no meaning in words with the depths of the seas and oceans." Could I be doing this for Him in anyway? Is it possible or is it an excuse? I was unable to be content with what I intended until that voice echoed through the mic and the verses caught my mind. It is possible. "Oh My Lord! Open me my chest, and ease my task for me; and make loose the knot from my tongue (20:25-27)" Intention upon intention, praying for a purpose... sakinah overtook me until I heard it... my name. I thought I was wise jotting my name on the bottom of the list, but before I knew it... it was my turn. My heart wasn't trembling, but my limbs were, they were out of my control. With an introduction, Bismillah... I began. It was a mix of adrenaline... a rush so great with a ease emanating within, this I couldn't understand. Page after page, gulping down each line, looking into the audience, each face was blurred and I couldn't see. I put on the 'break' and ended the last verses... with a sigh of relief, I can't believe... I didn't utter Alhumdulillah! I took a seat, took a deep breath... it was like it never happened. I sit here and wonder how it felt and I can't remember, because it's like it never happened. Did it happen? I was too engrossed in the "Phenomenon" going on to even care. Truth emnating from the mic once again, and I... enjoying the night away. All doubt spilled out of my core and I understood, He can be remembered where expression is in His rememberance.

Night of Sawa
November 8th, 2008
Daily Grind
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