With the Name Allah, Most Gracious, Most Compassionate.
Moving swiftly, like a regal Black Panther . . .
I feel a warmth of exhilarating peace and satisfaction at her presence;
I open my eyes, but I see no more than I ‘saw’ with my eyes closed . . .
And I feel my arms reaching, reaching caressingly as though s-o-f-t, soft Plush Velvet were in my hands . . .
She opens her eyes and Smiles, and a s-o-o-t-h-i-n-g warmth engulfs our bodies as HIS LIFE FORCE stimulates the vast green carpet beneath our feet; . . .
And the appletrees, pears, the grapevines, flowers and bushes throughout as fish leap as if to join HIM.
I kiss her, and she laughs as the birds s-i-n-g, sing in union with her being.
She follows HIM, as he thrashes a path for them through the bushes and shrubs;
I follow her as our beings savor in the pleasure of existence; . . .
I close my eyes and thank HIM for being, but – when I open my eyes she’s gone.
I look for the appletrees, the pears, the grapevines, the flowers and bushes throughout but I can not find them. I don’t see her. I blink, but I still don’t she her, . . .
But her warmth, exuding such exhilarating peace and satisfaction still touch my very being; and I reach for her –
‘Smile Laila,’ … ‘Smile!’
‘Smile Laila,’ . . . ‘Smile.’ And behold I look and coming towards me, – Laila Smile; piercing ever-brightly,
A veritable ocean from a vast nothing – ‘beaming brightly;’ Laila, Smile.
Millions of, trillions of “Smiles,” . . Laila! “Smiles” ever-brightly, Smile Laila, ‘Smile.’
Moving swiftly, like a regal Black Panther,
I feel a warmth of exhilarating peace and satisfaction at her presence.
I open my eyes, but I see no more than I ‘saw’ with my eyes closed;
Then they smile, ‘Laila Smile,’ millions, trillions of Smiles, Laila Smile.
And as I watch them beaming in ever growing splendor, Smile Laila, Smile;
She cuddles them all to her breast.
Moving swiftly, like a regal Black Panther, I feel a warmth of exhilarating peace and satisfaction at her presence . . .
She follows him, as he follows her.
“Laila wa Shams” (Night and Day), is a Poem written by:
Mr. Harun Jihad Bilal || Living Islam 101
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