Doors Within Doors

i.

I have seen it.

ii.

My heart, it leapt out

To find sanctuary

In an invisible room 

With doors within doors

And only I have the keys

Which now remain hidden

In an invisible room

With doors within doors.

By:

Zaie Hamzah

1st March 2020

HKOB

Winter in the Desert: A Haiku

This winter morning

A spot of sun on my hand

Feels like happiness.

By: 

Zaie Hamzah

11th February 2020

HKOB

Ar-Ra’d / Guruh

Dalam kegegakan guruh yang tersirat

Dalam kegelapan awan yang sarat

Hari-hari gersang, berlalu lah!

Pergi! Jangan kembali lagi

Mengontangkan setiap lembah jiwa ini

Yang rindukan Dia yang Maha Suci

Membasahi tanah yang penat berduka

Akibat kemarau sekian lama

Hujan yang tak kunjung tiba

Kini mencurah bagaikan petanda

Bahawasanya

Kilat itu

Guruh itu

Hujan itu

Semuanya menuntut satu refleksi

Betapa diriku lebih kerdil dari sayap

Seekor nyamuk yang berguguran

Tidak pantas untuk memberontak 

Laksana Firaun penuh bongkak

Ditelan lautan tenggelam lenyap

Sedangkan Engkau Ya Rabbi

Al Qaahar, Al Jabbar, Ar Rahim, Ar Rahman

Dari zatMu aku berharap

Mendambakan petunjuk dan barokah

Dalam setiap rintik hujan yang Engkau turunkan

Ke hati yang dulu gersang dan pasrah

Kini berbunga bagaikan taman

Aku tenang dengan Qur’anMu Al Furqan

Jikalau ketenangan ini bisa dirakam

Dalam bersujud doa kupanjatkan

Buat pengakhiran husnul khotimah

Tika Izrail memberiku salam.

By:

Zaie Hamzah

28th September 2019

Mont Kiara

Ta’if (14th October 2018)

She broke you even more

In a year already full of sorrows

The blood gushed out of your wounds

And ran down your tired legs

Soaking your sandals 

As if you had gone wading

In a river of water so red.

Airmataku mengalir laju

Mengenangkan keadaanmu

Ketika engkau dihina

Menjadi ejekan dan bahan ketawa

Dilempar cacian, dibaling batu

Disakiti dan dizalimi mereka

Yang dihijabi hati dan mata

Dari mengenali Dia Yang Satu.

A true Prophet that you are

When an angel appeared, armed with mountains

Who would have wiped them out

In a blink of an eye, in a split second 

If you’d only say ‘Aye!’ 

And yet you had said ‘No.’

Perchance their children

Or their children’s children

In a future, not too far

Would believe in Tawheed

The Oneness of The One - 

The Most High.

Leaving Ibn Abbas Mosque, my heart was heavy

But the Ta’if you once knew was no more

The descendants of those kafiruns

Whom you shielded from Allah’s wrath

Now walk around the city

With Nur in their hearts, your legacy

For Allah’s rewards are a thousandfold

For that one time when you showed 
Kindness, forgiveness, and mercy
To those who called you their enemy. 

Ya Rasulullah, salallaahu alaihi wasallam!

(Note: When asked by Saidatina Aisyah RA about his toughest time during his da’wah, Prophet Muhammad PBUH had answered ‘Ta’if.’)

By:

Zaie Hamzah

16th September 2019

Mont Kiara

What Love is Not

Love is not

A series of do’s and don’ts

Nor time bound to availability

Only between 1 and 3

Love is not

Hard -  it’s gentle and easy

Neither restrictive, nor smothering

Love is not

Excuses of timezones and geography

Or people, or hierarchy

Neither role plays nor responsibility. 

Love is...well...

Here, hold it in your heart- 

Feel its limitless softness

Of affection flowing free

If it is hard and unyielding

It’s not Love you’re holding. 

By:

Zaie Hamzah

Mont Kiara

17th June 2019