I took a long hike on my own this month to honour the crossing over into my 37th year of life on this earth. As I was writing my customary letter to myself that I will read next year on the same date, God willing, I started ruminating on the fitra of love.
I’ve walked a bumpy and transformative pathway to removing boulders that stood in the way of this love - particularly in the last year. There ain’t no charlatans, veils or false guides that can stand in my way. I don’t need their permission or knowledge. This love was planted in my soul before any of them. I only need to remember. La illaha illala.
37 turns at love
and the candle is burning bright for you
you who sits on the throne of my heart
cradling its delicate chambers
a vessel for your abundant love
and from here it overflows
like a river meeting the sea
this love cannot be contained
by anything but you
and from here it overflows
like a river meeting the sea
this love exists in lovelesness
this love exists in hate
and from here it overflows
like a river meeting the sea
we loved one another before before
and we will love one another beyond beyond
and from here it overflows
like a river meeting the sea
this love feels like the sky
this love feels like the stars and the galaxies
this love is the universe
and from here it overflows
like a river meeting the sea
37 turns at love
and the candle is burning bright for you
the flame of an eternal home
no house on earth can ever be
Ameen
All images my own
On Tuesday 3rd Feb my film Bladi - My Country, will be showing alongside a series of stunning films at Genesis Cinema in London as part of I’m Migrant Film Festival. You can book tickets here
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