The Process - By Tariq Ansaar Aquil

By
Tariq Ansaar Aquil

We wrote the language to the songs their hearts sang and let them take all the fame
With Powerful words we built mansions for them – Yet most stand vacant because very few came;

We took discarded beings and taught them to dream of an existence that resembled on High – Then gave them the tools, explained all the rules, cautioned them not to follow the fools;

But they cast it aside and decided to hide in the darkness with those without care of where they will be when the final decree is fulfilled and they just stand and stare;

We reconciled heaven with Earth and made those last to be first and dispatched angles to lighten their load – showed them natural signs, illuminated their minds, gave them human guides like themselves;

But they argued and questioned and refused to engage with that which would give them success and all but a few continued to do what they’d done – see how truth manifest?

Stage after stage, degree by degree pure hearts are growing in number – built on a solid foundation a gathering Nation made up of a diverse humanity. They know the secret that has now come to light success goes to the righteous not those with the might;

As a raging fire can start from a flickering flame and a powerful storm with a single drop of rain – this process goes on again and again – The righteous must triumphant in the end!

Some How I Always Knew - By Tariq Ansaar Aquil

Somehow I always knew we'd meet and I'd fall in Love with you
We would be Lovers and Best friends through thick and thin our love would never end. I knew that in my arms you would find shelter from life's storms
And share with me love so strong and pure no doubts could endure our love would rest assured.
So many days I spent searching and wondering where were you - So many so many wonderful dreams filled up my head with no one to whisper them too
As I travelled the world I saw fantastic sights, But I saw them all by myself knowing deep down inside my life would never be right until I saw them with somebody else.
Our youthful love will defy aging though time keeps rushing by
Suspended moments of happiness linked by such awesome bliss sealed with a loving kiss
Some how I Always knew, somehow I always Knew, Somehow I always knew - We'd meet and I'd fall in Love with you!

NORMAL! - By Tariq Ansaar Aquil

N atural
0 rder
R eforming and
M aking
A ll
L ife

–By-
Tariq Ansaar Aquil

Did you think there was school or a class where patience was taught? A class where 'Tolerance, self-control, Sensitivity and Concern for other People, Places and Things is a part of Your Daily Lessons or Your Homework? Your Depression, Exhilaration, and Creative Moments - Are All Pushing You into Life's Cookie Cutter – into Mind-Sets, into spiritual, moral and academic Moulds. Shaping us in every detail into our Destiny. Shaping us into the reasons for Our Successes and our Failures. It all comes to us Through the Lessons Learned as we go Day by Day. Pushed and Pulled in and out of Shifting and Shaping Circumstances towards the Human being we are destined to be. Depression is no more of a dead-end than being a Sperm or Ovum was a dead-end. Being a School Dropout, Un-employed, Losing a loved one - These things are no more of a dead-end than being an Embryo before our birth into this World was a dead-end. These things are simply the pushing and pulling upon us as we pass through life’s Birth Canal toward our Destiny. The Comprehension of the UP’s and down's of life is to recognize this process of gradual and empiric Inclusion and Exclusion of all that we feel, think and Encounter. We have passed through many forms and stages. All we know, all we have been promised is that in the end we will be with Him Who started us off in our very beginning and we have been promised that we will see Him as He is. As we have been encouraged, "Let not your hearts be troubled"! In our moments of lowliness and seemingly dark moments remember what you’re personally feeling, thinking and experiencing, is not punishment, bad luck or chance and its NORMAL!

[Muhammad Ali & Daughter Maryum (May May) Ali-Photograph Courtsey May May Ali]