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Timeless Turtles

A poem about finding friendship, oneself, and God.

Over the years, I became accustomed to a lonely life inside my shell–
It had become my second-nature to retreat when all just felt unwell.
I felt dejected because like other creatures, I couldn’t run, climb or fly.
So much so, in challenging times, I didn’t even give it an honest try.  
Instead, I crawled back into the confines of my boxed, bosomed shell–
choosing to survive day by day, with not a single adventurous tale to tell.


One day in jaded June, I basked under the searing sun.
I drifted off for a moment, only to awake next to someone!
I peered timidly at the stranger, resting quietly beside me–
Her pleasant patterned carapace was quite the sight to see!
I wondered if she knew just how perfect and polished she seemed,
The sun’s radiant rays made her soft leathery skin glitter and gleam.


Her whimsical webbed-feet were unlike anything else I’d seen before.
I pondered silently to myself about what she might use them for.
Without a warning, she opened up her glassy, jewel-toned eyes.
She dove fearlessly into the opaque pond, much to my surprise!
My heart fluttered restlessly, as I feared for her safety below.
How could she simply jump in, without letting anyone else know?
What if she drowns dismally or gets stuck in murky mudflow?


I shook inside my shell, anxiously waiting for her emerald head to emerge
The water’s surface stayed silently still while my panic began to surge.
“Please, God,” I prayed passionately, “please let her be alright.”
“I’ve waited so long for any sign of Your eternal loving Light.”
The sun’s final rays danced daintily across the lulling lake,
in the midst of their beams–I finally saw a reflection I couldn’t mistake!


Her intricate shell appeared iridescent just below the serene surface;
She gracefully glided to the top, and took a deep breath in with purpose.
Following her lead, I remembered to finally let out my stifled exhale.
Sighing with relief, I watched in awe, as she fearlessly sailed.


She played peacefully in the welcoming water, confident and headstrong.
Oh, how desperately I, too, wished to find somewhere to belong.
It became clear to me that the wonderous water was unmistakably her home.  
I realized that the very shell offering me shelter had also left me feeling secluded & alone.

Feeling ashamed, yet again, I retracted back into my comfortable cage.
This time, however, its darkness left me brimming with rage.
My mind became a roaring arena full of angry, self-loathing talk.
Mindfulness slipped away, and her presence was something I forgot.

Suddenly, I felt a powerful push–followed by a startling splash!
I found myself in whirling waters, and began to helplessly thrash.
I saw her silhouette near the shore, crawling carefree as could be,
“Swim!”, she urged spiritedly, “You are a lot like me!”

ME?!” I thought, restlessly, “she must not be able to see.”
“Just focus on your breath”, she said “and you, too, will feel free”
“You’re wrong!”, I gasped between plunges, “I can’t do this at all!”
She reminded me so sweetly, “but, you’ve already survived the fall.”

I watched the wholesome water warmly wrap itself around me, like it was awaiting my return.
It enveloped me into its eager embrace; reminding me I was no unfamiliar extern.
The familiar fear I lived with everyday with felt frivolous once I could see–
–the dreary decades drifting away simply reflected my faithlessness in its steadfast security.

The comforting current cradled me, for the water had constantly carried me along.
Surrendering to its steady support helped me to feel that I was inherently strong.
I cried; I laughed—because I hadn’t felt much of anything in so long.
But most of all, in that moment, I finally felt what its like to truly belong.


The majestic creature dove back into the water, and helped me swim back to shore.
“Look!”, she declared, as we crawled out, pointing towards the lake’s alluring floor.
I turned around trying to find what it was she wanted me to look for.
Once I finally caught a glimpse of it, it was a sight too spellbinding to ignore.

I peered timidly into the water, marveling at a reflection I did not recognize.
I stared at its perfectly patterned-shell, and soft skin with awe and surprise.
“Wow”, I whispered, “It’s breathtaking–especially in the water’s blue hue.”
“Of course she is,” smiled the truthful turtle, “because that, my friend, is you.”

.

Love you always, all ways.



Another Notch on the Belt

By: Maham Abid

The creaky office felt sterile and cold.

My brimming anxiety grew into something bold.

One more visit down—another notch on the belt,

What’s wrong isn’t always clear to see, but it is deeply felt.

It keeps being suggested that it is “all in my head.”

But if that’s really so, why is my body responding with distress?

I admit I can be neurotic and full of unnecessary fear,

But I’ve lived most of my life with anxiety looming near.

That’s precisely how I identified these new symptoms as severe.

I am no stranger to silently analyzing the absurdity of my worry.

So, how ironic is it that when I finally speak up, I’m dismissed in such a hurry?

Why won’t someone validate the sensations that I feel?

I have no ulterior motive; I just want to heal.

So today, as I sit stiffly in yet another sterile waiting room,

My mind can’t help but wander off to similar memories of gloom.

This doctor, too, shall say that he can’t specify what’s wrong.

And refer me for more poking & prodding–which will only prolong–

–me suffering silently, trying to make sense of what is really going on.

This entire process has felt like crazy-making at its worst,

The constant dismissal of my symptoms feels like a curse.

Is it ungrateful of me to almost hope they find something soon?

So I can finally get some reprieve from the sense of impending doom?

Of course, I don’t want it to be something that doesn’t have a cure.

What I desire is external proof to validate my intuition for sure.

At any point now, another physician will walk in.

He will talk at me in medical jargon that’ll make my head spin.

I know our dear doctors see innumerable patients every day,

but communicating genuine care is not an ethic to be pushed away.

I understand that sometimes answers are complex and hard to find,

But perhaps being transparent with me won’t leave me feeling as resigned.

How is it that the people with the most knowledge of all,

–are the very ones that leave so many feeling unheard and small?

“Something is wrong!”, my intuition cries.

“I’m truly not here based on fabricated lies.”

It is okay for professionals to not have all the answers quite yet,

but empathy and care are traits that no human should forget.

If we continue to view our patients as “just another one”,

We will, carelessly, add more damage to what was already done.

#NotAnotherNotchOnTheBelt

Love you always, all ways

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Relativity

Resistance always precedes revelation.

Remorse always precedes retribution.

Restraint always precedes replenishment.

Removal always precedes reward.

Respect always precedes reverence.

Reflection always precedes resolution.

Rebuke always precedes reputation.

Rupture always precedes resilience.

Repair always precedes renewal.

Restlessness always precedes rescue.

Remembrance [of Him] always precedes restoration.

Recognition [of Him within us] always paves the road to redemption.

Love you all ways, always.

@mahamabidtalent

Immortal

Matter cannot be created or destroyed. 

& yet when loved ones “pass”, we are left with a growling void.

Energy can only be transferred & transformed.

So, lament not over ephemeral “death”–

For- it is the omnipotent opportunity to be reborn. 

Nafs (Ego)

In Arabic, we differentiate between the soul and the esoteric “ego”. The word for ego, our our human shell, is “Nafs”-what this poem is about

By: Maham Abid

In order to live forever, you must kill your “self” before you die….

When death welcomes you into its loving embrace, you will find all of this to be an elusive lie. 

After shedding your weary skin, you will finally be released from the witch’s wicked spell. 

For, “You” have always been the Universe encased inside a temporary human shell. 

Love you, always, ALL WAYS.

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Chrysalis

By: Maham Abid

She stood near the edge- pretending to fall-

Imagining her landing- losing it all.

A “graceful flight” to death she’d take–

Maybe then, her soul would finally wake.

For years she’d floated away, anyway–

Pretending– barely making it, day-by-day.

She knew there was more–there HAD to be!

She romanticized descending ever so delicately.

Perhaps, she’d find her wings at last?

Would she fall slow? Would she fall fast?

Would it really take her breath away?

Should this, after all, be her final day?

Nothing to live for–nothing at all.

Reasons to give up, reasons to fall.

Inch-by-inch, she reached the end.

Her back formed an arch–a lovely bend.

She was not afraid in the least–

Her destination was awaiting her ominously beneath.

A rippling river, smoothing the rocks–

–wind whipping through her caramel locks.

She took a breath, and finally made her choice.

The air inhaled her quivering voice.

She stepped further and further–away from the ledge.

Never again–not THIS way, she pledged.

She collapsed in a heap on the cold, cracked ground.

Her sobbing and the river intermingled their synchronized sounds.

How had she gotten to her wits end?

I think, too many years of playing pretend…

“I’ve got you; you’re safe,” whispered a Voice in the night.

Comforting and warm–she knew it was right.

“I’ve wanted to talk and finally be heard.”

“Now is the time; here are the words.”

She listened intently, instead of wondering Who it was.

A fullness enveloped her with Love in each pause.

“You don’t have to hide; it is not your time to die.”

“I’m here with you, now, to lull and to guide.”

“Trust me and follow all that I say…”

“I promise to be beside you, forever and a day.”

The stars up above her twinkled brilliantly with delight.

Still as could be, she nestled into the Voice of the night.

“Are you an angel? Who are you?” she asked,

“Tell me! Are you God? Have I found You at last?”

This voice seemed closer– it came from within.

“You see, ” it smiled, “I am all of those things.”

“I am a friend, you could say– I am you in a Higher Form.”

“I’ll keep you safe and promise to keep you warm.”

“Just listen and feel, I’ll help you through…”

“Now you’ll know just what to do.”

“Tomorrow’s a new day–a second chance…”

“Now dry your tears; life is just a dazed dance.”

“I love you and know you love Me too.”

“…and now you know JUST what you have to do.”

Somehow, as vague as it was, the girl understood.

She would make it. There was no doubt; she really would!

No more dreams of dying and death–

–no more longing for her final breath.

She wasn’t alone–she never had been.

Its come time to live and throw caution to the wind!

________

Love you always, all ways.

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Fragments

April 19th, 2025

Most days, I feel as if I’m grasping at straws,

like a cat gripping the edge of a well with all her claws.

But, unlike her, if I manage to get out–

I can’t trek this Earth without fear and doubt.

It feels as if someone swirled a ladle inside my brain.

The memories–cracked and fragmented–yet the pain remains the same.

The resourceful rescuer that lives in my head–

–has tried its hardest to put the tormenting thoughts to rest.

But the benevolent body–it never forgets.

It may silence the screams, but it stores them as stress.

Version 1.0.0

Then, one day, when nothing seems to have gone awry at all–

–as the trees shed what is dead, and autumn leaves begin to fall.

A piercing cry echoes through the crisp air.

The horror in her howling is almost too much to bear.

“Someone needs my help!”; so I search frantically around to see–

–only to find that the bleeding bellow escaped from none other than me.