Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Halal Love Poem

I read this poem and it made me smile. Yep, the Khadijah style :D

I love maryam
by: Olivia

Remember back at purdue,
during the summer of 2003.
It was there I saw you that day,
casually strolling down the street.

“Who’s that brother?!” I thought inside,
as my heart began to speed,
“SubhanAllah it’s like I’m seeing,
a sahabi walking down the street!”

I kept cool and lowered my gaze,
as you walked right on by.
Your beard swished in the sunlight,
“it’s so long”, I felt my heart sigh…

“Would I ever see him again?” I wondered,
he seemed like the guy of my dreams.
Guess I’ll go on with life for now,
make dua to be given the means.

But I couldn’t forget about you,
so I would tell all of my friends.
I talked about you constantly,
kept babbling on without end.

“Liv,” one friend advised,
“you know, some people might overhear.”
“We’ll have to give him a codename,
in case we’re heard by other ears.”

So it was decided you’d be Mariyam,
the “sister” I liked so much.
Who knew she was so wonderful,
and that I’d have such a crush.

But, alas, our paths kept crossing!
It seemed like more than coincidence.
Even now I feel myself smile,
as I recall each incident.

There was the time outside the lab,
when I almost ran into you!
It was there I always saw you,
wondering if you saw me too.

One time I printed something,
and the paper had my user ID.
In big black letters “okompier”,
all you’d need to email me.

An idea flew to mind,
there was a trash can within your reach.
“I’ll just place it right on top,” I thought,
“make it innocent and discreet.”

But I guess you never saw it,
and my hopes began to fade.
How can this ever work?
I don’t even know his name.

Then there was that time I went,
to Blue Nile for something to eat.
But since all the tables were full,
I went for desi food across the street.

I was about to start my lunch,
but my friend’s eyes grew wide.
“Liv!” she gasped breathlessly,
“you won’t believe who just came inside!”

There you were at the buffet,
so I tried to take a peek.
But you caught me looking at you!
I felt my stomach growing weak.

I stared blankly ahead,
too nervous to take a bite.
“Liv, he’s sitting right behind you!”
My head was feeling light.

These are some of many stories,
that prove the Qadr of our Lord.
But let’s skip to the climax,
before our readers get too bored.

I was doing MSA stuff,
with some sisters I hadn’t told.
They were talking about Sarosh,
whose identity I didn’t know.

“I don’t know him.”
“Sure you do!” one said.
“I’m sure you’ve seem him around.
He’s tall, rolls up his pants,
his beard nearly hangs to the ground!”

Sarosh! That was his name!
I found the key to unlock the gate!
All my duas had now been answered!
Oh Allah, what a beautiful fate!

I searched you on the directory,
your email was in my hands.
Now was the moment of courage,
but even fear couldn’t foil my plans.

I began to type the email,
“Asalaamu alaikum brother,” was the start.
“You may have seen me around,” I continued,
barely controlling my racing heart.

“I’m doing this Khadija style,” I wrote,
trying to make a show of confidence.
Don’t muslim guys tend to balk,
at female-initiated correspondence?

But you confessed you were interested too,
and that marriage was on your mind.
So from there our adventure began,
and a nikkah would be our bind.

We made dua for each other,
and Allah brought us together.
Mariyam, you’ve got my heart,
inshAllah, now and forever.

27 comments:

Anonymous said...

Awwwwwwwwwwwww! Oh my gosh this is too cute! Khadijah style alright :)
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Squeeky said...

Assalaamu Alaikum :)

Awwwwwwwwww! *faint*
"I’m doing this Khadija style," ... hehe now I get it!

Anonymous said...

love it!

Anonymous said...

Haha yeah I loved this.

Anonymous said...

I had to send this to my wife. It was good.

MTR said...

haha, a quirky and funny poem.

i'm curious is this fact or fiction?

M&M said...

awww oh man.. its soo cute. funny too but awwwwwww.

i love it!

Asmaa said...

Haha, glad to see you guys enjoyed it, too :D

MTR, I think it's fact.

Shaadi Wali Aunity said...

Pyaari beti log, let me give you advice

A sister giving a girl's name to a brother, Tauba Tauba not good. How many guys want to be called Asma, Ayesha? That kind of things lead to pyscological damage.

A sister saying she loves and wants to marry 'Maryam' would give mixed signals on same-gender unions
AND PLEASE BROTHERS DO NOT DO THE SAME Ali: "Duh, I like Ahmed") Yuck Yuck

A sista leaving her ID for a guy, this would give the wrong impression to a brother about her.

It is ok for a sister to make the first step, but emailing a brother out of the blue may not a good choice. Some brothers may not respond, thinking it could be a prank. So beta go via someone to directly approach a brother.

Jeetay-Ro and May you find the best cousin for marriage

Asmaa said...

Shaadi wali aunty, there are so many things wrong with your post that I don't know where to start...

I realize you're joking, but I'm not an advocate of emailing a random guy and telling him you're interested. I just thought the poem was kinda nice. :S

And thanks for the marriage wishes. Freak :|

Anonymous said...

MAN!...that was just too cute. Praise be to Allah that they are together. Alhumdulillah! :)

Shaadi wali aunty: you must truly be an "aunty" to wish people to marry their cousins. Not anything wrong with that, but it's just something "most" people might not prefer.

Anonymous said...

I remember reading this a while back on SunniForum or the alMaghrib forums or something a long time ago. It is, in fact, a true story, alhamdolillah.

The funniest line, I think, is this one:
"his beard nearly hangs to the ground!" ..it just conjures an amusing picture in my mind. It also contradicts all that stuff I hear from auntis about beards being a big turn-off for most girls. Well, it probably only turns off girls who were wrong to begin with.

Anonymous said...

Really really cool post.Thanks for sharing and nice blog

K

Anonymous said...

As salaamu alaikum

MashaAllah!! Loved it!!!!

Anonymous said...

Salaam alaykum, readers. Asmaa, I came here to apologize for sounding like I was generalizing in Ridwan's blog about Muslim women not liking men with beards. And I then saw Faraz's comment, which is relevant to it. I side with her in this, actually. I never meant to imply that ALL Muslim women like men with no beards, just that the women I heard of preferring a clean shave were usually Muslim women, with the exception of some African and some Native American woman whose men are not naturally hairy to begin with.

I didn't mean to so sound like I'm implicating you or other innocent Muslimahs who have walaa wal baraa and love what Allah loves. But for those Muslim women who do prefer a man to shave, I AM implicating them. 10 Muslim women in the world who want a man that imitates kuffar is 10 too many, just like 10 Muslim men who want women of immodesty or want kaffir women over Muslim women is 10 too many injustices gainst pious Muslimat. That's all I meant.

Asmaa said...

Slave of Allah, isn't it though :)

Faraz, yes it definitely debunks the stereotype that women like baby-faced men. That line really was hilarious!

Black Lion, first of all, Faraz is a male, hahaha :D Sorry sorry, hey don't worry about it! There's no need to apologize - I think the majority of women dislike sunnah-style beards for some reason or the other. So you were right in that sense. Just watch yourself when you make sweeping generalizations :)

'liya said...

Very cute! I think I read this before somehwere :)

I do though, don't appreciate the comment about beards "Well, it probably only turns off girls who were wrong to begin with" - that's quite an assumptive statement Faraz.

Anonymous said...

When I said it probably turns off girls who were wrong to begin with, I meant that they would be wrong for me... which I don't think is an assumption.

This would be somewhat equivalent to me saying that I liked everything about a girl, except I wanted her to remove her hijab - I wouldn't be the right person for that girl, would I? And it would be unfair of me to impose that sort of condition on someone else. Because ultimately, the value of the sunnah should be more important to me than my own personal preferences.

'liya said...

Faraz, I'm sorry, I didn't know or read it in a way that seemed like you meant that comment in relation to yourself. My apologies.

Anonymous said...

Asmaa, that poem was so cute. It warms my heart.
Thanks for sharing :D

anis said...

This is ridiculous... i mean the poem...

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Oh and btw... a quick seerah lesson: Khadijah RA didn't initiate the correspondence and most certainly didn't approach the Prophet SAW directly...

she was cajoled into it by one of her close friends who also delivered the message to the Prophet SAW...

Asmaa said...

Anis, you're right about the fact that Khadijah (ra) didn't approach the prophet (saw) directly. But the poem isn't ridiculous :) Don't be a hater.

hajera said...

I think bald poetry is better. Especially bald poetry on Randomly Placed ;)

khadijeh said...

lol Asmaa
the poem rocks... dun listen to the haters :)

PINKY MCBOOB said...

I entered the computer room,
that hot, dry Friday,
Marriage sometimes aint like burger king..You can't always have it your way.

I saw her face as she sat down,
and put her desk on the table.
I was advised not to approach anybody because I was not mentally stable.

I was staring at her for a while and then she hurried out of the room.
I ran behind her and blocked her from passing to say 'Salam Alay-koom'

I stalked her for the rest of the term and obtained all her details...
As well as her study timetable..I managed to get her email!

'Stalker Style' was the subject of my first halal love letter.
After I had sent it off, I realised I could have made it better.

It's been 9 months now ..and still no reply....she sees me everyday and ignores me...I ask myself WHY?

I wasn't interested in her just for jokes or for fun...
now I realise that this hijjabi was actually a Nun!

PINKY MCBOOBLES said...

shiizzzle! major mistake

I entered the computer room,
that hot, dry Friday,
Marriage sometimes aint like burger king..You can't always have it your way.

I saw her face as she sat down,
and put her bag on the table.
I was advised not to approach anybody because I was not mentally stable.

I was staring at her for a while and then she hurried out of the room.
I ran behind her and blocked her from passing to say 'Salam Alay-koom'

I stalked her for the rest of the term and obtained all her details...
As well as her study timetable..I managed to get her email!

'Stalker Style' was the subject of my first halal love letter.
After I had sent it off, I realised I could have made it better.

It's been 9 months now ..and still no reply....she sees me everyday and ignores me...I ask myself WHY?

I wasn't interested in her just for jokes or for fun...
now I realise that this hijjabi was actually a Nun!

Asmaa said...

Pinky Mcboob, (great name btw) that was a great poem. Maybe even better than the original. Haha, good stuff.