My flaws my own

I'm carved from Koshul family stone

Roots run deep like ancient trees

I am trying to bank good deeds

Kiraman Katibeen

I am trying to ascend

Seize every second

Reckon with my record

Remembering & beckoning every blessing

Prayer the only weapon

Keeping track of every dip every slip

I fall — get up, begin again

fearing the final accounting

Purposeless pursuits make me nervous

My dhikr verses — like nurses — healing what the hurt is

Courageous as currents — burning like a furnace

Certain in my purpose

Underneath the surface, Huqq is workin

Huqq colossal as the cosmos — quiet as a prayer

Rare as truth in a world of flair

I cut through like a surgical tear —

Precise — slicing through despair

Kiraman Katibeen — catching it all on film

Every whim, every hymn, every sin

But still therein remains a flickering

Dim light I carry within

Ya Allah, shine light on these dreams that dimmed