SAM Ruh
Seeking Collection
Seeking Collection
Poems written from the floor of the heart — on standing in Allah's home,
walking the streets of Madinah, and returning changed.
Poem One
Allah's Home
Here I am in Your home, O Lord,
Hands raised high, my heart outpoured.
Begging Your mercy, forgiveness of years,
Heart overwhelmed, eyes wet with tears.
I come with my soul, heavy yet sincere,
Seeking Your guidance, drawing You near.
My faults laid bare, my sins confessed,
In Your boundless mercy, I find my rest.
My duas rise, unending, here they flow,
I recite and pray, my voice soft and low.
Intentions clear, devotion so pure,
I seek Your pleasure, Your love secure.
O Allah, cleanse my heart from doubt and fear,
Let my faith shine bright, crystal clear.
Guide my steps on Your straight way,
Through every night, into every day.
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Du'ā
I pray for the highest place in Jannah's sky,
Your love my goal, Your wrath never nigh.
Place my book of deeds in my right hand,
Make my path easy, as You have planned.
I come to Your door, yearning for change,
Let me not return unchanged or estranged.
Transform my heart, renew my soul,
Make me steadfast, complete, and whole.
Grant me patience in trials, strength in pain,
Peace in my heart like gentle breeze and soothing rain.
Let my actions be guided by Your bright light,
Keep me humble, grateful, and steadfast upright.
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O Allah, protect my family, and my friends,
Bless their lives until this world ends.
Guide our hearts, our words, our ways,
Let us worship You all of our living days.
Forgive my parents, their sacrifices, their love,
Grant them mercy from Your throne above.
Bless my siblings, nieces, and nephews too,
Let Your light in their lives always shine through.
Forgive the departed, grant them Your grace,
Place them in gardens, Your sacred space.
Let their graves be wide, their souls at ease,
No torment, no darkness, only Your peace.
O Allah, let my deeds be my shield,
Let my prayers rise and never yield.
Grant me wisdom to act with care,
Compassion for all, and Your presence aware.
Guide me through hardships, through joy, through strife,
Let Your remembrance be the center of my life.
Remove from me pride, envy, and fear,
Fill me with love that draws You near.
When my time comes to leave this world,
Let my soul sail to You, unfurled.
Light my grave, make it a garden bright,
Bless my Barzakh with Your radiant light.
O Allah, make my heart soft, my faith strong,
Let me serve You all my life long.
Grant me mercy, guidance, love, and grace,
Until I stand before You face to face.
Guide my tongue to speak only truth,
Guide my heart, my mind, my youth.
Let my intentions be pure, my actions right,
And fill my nights with devotion bright.
Here in Your home, I pour my plea,
Mold me, guide me, forever near Thee.
Let my life be a reflection of Your love,
Until I rise to dwell with You above.
Poem Two
Madinah For Peace
I enter Madinah, my heart undone,
A beautiful city under the shining sun.
O Allah, was this Your quiet call,
Or is it my longing standing tall?
The air feels soaked fresh in prayer,
Tears ready to shed, my love laid bare.
Every stone here has something to say,
Of the nights people bowed and the dawns they prayed.
The rugs on the floor, the umbrella open high,
My heart feels peace, and thoughts rising to the sky.
The azaan, the duas, the voices, the crowd —
Nothing feels hard, heavy, blaring or loud.
Every step I take feels closer to Rasul ﷺ,
My love for him, effortless, no tool.
Here lived a man who chose the light,
Who taught the world how to be right.
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He walked with mercy, long and wide.
No pride in his heart, no harshness inside.
He answered harm with gentlest grace,
Left room for God in every little space.
He lived for Allah, through Allah alone,
His trust for Him deep into his bone.
His nights were long with trembling praying hands,
His days were spent where suffering stands.
He fed the hungry, brokenhearted and the poor,
He sat on the ground, making duas for them more.
A patched-up cloak, yet his heart so wide,
World transformed around where he would reside.
He wept for us before we came,
Carried our burdens, spoke our name.
A mercy sent to all, to those who stray,
Like a lantern burning on the darkest way.
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Du'ā
O Allah, teach me that kind of seeing,
That gentle strength, that sacred being.
Let me live less loud, love more true,
Let my life lean closer, nearer to You.
My duas unravel, thread by thread,
Some born out of hope, some born from dread.
Hear my prayers that I cannot strongly frame,
The ones that tremble weak without a name.
Do not let me leave this sacred place
Without Your mark, without Your trace.
Break what blocks me, mend what's torn,
Let me be quietly restored and reborn.
Grant me success that outlives my breath,
Let this light carry beyond my death.
No applause now, no fleeting gain,
But peace and content when nothing else remains.
O Allah, gather the souls that I truly love,
Tie us together in mercy, O You up above.
In this world and let the next be the same,
Stronger in faith together, living by Your name.
When Judgement Day arrives with open skies,
When truth stands bare before all eyes,
Make our reckoning easy, gentle and kind,
Leave heavy fear, regret and agony far behind.
Place mercy where our deeds fall short,
Let forgiveness be our guaranteed final resort.
Set our scales heavy with kindness there,
Answer our hope with answered prayer.
When the bridge feels narrow, sharp, and long,
When hearts beat loud worrying about right and wrong,
Hold us steady, please do not let us fall,
Carry us through safe to a brighter way for all.
And when Jannah finally comes to my sight,
A scene so vivid, washed in endless light,
Place me near Rasul ﷺ - please make this true,
Shower me with Your mercy again and anew.
This is my plea from Madinah's sacred ground,
From a soul so poor, still learning how to be found.
O Allah - do not let me leave here incomplete,
Please, Rasul and me in Jannah - let us meet.
Poem Three
A Visit to the Holy Land
A visit to the Holy Land —
That's where I still stand.
My body rests elsewhere,
Yet my mind remains there.
The sight, the view,
Leaves nothing to pursue.
The feeling so intense,
Yet calm, without pretense.
So dense was the crowd,
Yet never truly loud.
The pull, the press, the hush —
Yet hearts were not in rush.
They stand at times, and then they move,
Each soul following its own groove.
Surrender and worship - the goal here.
Everyone breathing the very same prayer.
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In Makkah, hearts revolve in light,
Time dissolves in black and white.
No rank to wear, no name to keep,
Just duas and tears, some vows made deep.
In Madinah, the rhythm slows,
Peace renewed - soul already knows.
A silence warm, a mercy wide,
Prophet feels close, standing beside.
I left the land, to go back again,
To unload my burdens and my pain.
My body home, my soul still there,
Between those streets and answered prayer.
Poem Four
Sins Sins Sins
Sins Sins Sins... Sins some more,
I carry the burden in and out the door.
Some from the past, some from before,
Still crystal clear to my eyes so sore.
Sins Sins Sins... how heavy can it be?
I carry it on my mind under lock and key.
Hidden it stays from every person that I see,
Sins Sins Sins... how invisible can you be?
Sins Sins Sins... will you never leave me?
Pulling me deeper down into your sea.
Don't you, don't you, ever agree?
Keeping me struggling - will you ever set me free?
Sins Sins Sins... I am tired of you.
I have tried to be better, and this is true.
Sins Sins Sins, please give me a clue —
I want to be lighter, and feel anew.
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I knock on this door, this door that I see,
No veils or curtains between Allah and me.
I hand it all over, I lay it on the ground,
I wash it all with tears, no voice, no sound.
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Du'ā
Allah, Allah, Allah... You are all that I need.
Forgive me, cleanse me, give my soul a feed.
Take all my bad and convert it to good deed,
Allah, Allah, Allah... give me a garden, take away the weed.
Allah, Allah, Allah... the noor so bright,
I came to this doorI was so right.
This is all I need, I feel so light,
No more heaviness, it's a delight.
I am new today, as fresh as I can be,
Trying to walk the path He made for me.
Allah, Allah, Allah, forever listen to my plea,
Keep me under Your shadow, O Mighty Mighty Thee.
Walk with me, Allah, as I take this road,
Help me carry forward every given load.
Your mercy my shelter, Your love my abode,
Allah, Allah, Allah - I follow Your code.
Alhamdulillan... this heart is now free,
Surrendered to Allah, where I ought to be.
Allah, Allah, Allah - I finally see,
The door was always open, waiting for me.
Poem Five
There Was A Time
There was a time, when I wanted to be alone.
Solitude I called it, and nothing to call my own.
Once upon a time, I said — I don't want friends.
I can live on my own, till my life meets its end.
There was a time, I dreamt of places far and near.
I would travel in my Kombi, my love, my dear.
With a home on the wheels, that rolled happily on the road.
Never parked for long... never to be towed.
There was a time, I desired travel and love.
Someone to join me, to sit on the cove.
Someone to shower me with love, touches and passion.
Someone for whom, I turn into an obsession.
I said these thoughts out loud, and some written on paper.
Turned them into stories, some also hard to decipher.
I dreamt, I wished, I prayed and I hoped.
Please turn this all into reality — with faith, I coped.
Then, life happened, as fast as it can be.
People in, people out — still the very own me.
Dreams erased, reality different, I was not prepared.
Nothing to be done, into my eyes they just stared.
Some dreams did come true, I was all alone.
Wishing for lives around, I wish I had a clone.
Couldn't survive the solitude, I didn't want to dare.
It was too late already, no one could change or care.
But there was a purpose, yes, I do now see.
I was alone for a reason, I had all the time free.
Thinking of the higher power, I realized it is true.
There is indeed someone in control, as I always knew.
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Surrender
I cried to Him in pain, I screamed my thoughts aloud.
He was the mighty King — in front of Him I bowed.
He had plans for me, He is the author of my story.
And every step I walked was leading me to glory.
So I let go of the reins, and I gave it all to Him.
The journey once so heavy, no longer felt so grim.
There was a time I searched the world — now I search within.
And in His light, I finally found where I had always been.
Poem Six
The Place That Waits for Me
There is one place I can always go,
A place that lets my spirit grow.
A place where all my secrets are known,
A place that I can call my own.
A place I reach when the world is loud,
When days feel heavy, when hearts feel bowed.
A place where silence begins to speak,
Where strength is given to the weak.
A place I stay when everything is rushed,
A place I return to when I am pushed.
A place I can settle, cry, and share,
A place where there is always care.
A place where someone is always awake,
A place where there is no give or take.
A place I reach without any travel,
A place where I can completely unravel.
No doors to open, no path to tread,
No words rehearsed, no tears to dread.
Just a whisper rising from deep inside,
Where the soul no longer needs to hide.
This is the place where I find my Lord,
This is the place where I earn reward.
This is where my sins fall like leaves,
This is where the heart believes.
I share with Him the heart He knows,
Every ache the silence shows.
I repeat and repeat until my eyes close,
And in that moment my faith still grows.
I beg, I plead, I repent, I pray,
And I am allowed as long as I stay.
No clock to hurry, no voice to send—
Just mercy waiting without end.
I trust in Him, for He knows my best,
And with His promise my soul finds rest.
He holds my story, written and bound,
I need not be lost to finally be found.
I hand Him my burdens, the heaviness and all,
The fears that rise, the tears that fall.
And suddenly the chains grow small,
And I remember I was never alone at all.
For in this place where my prayers rise high,
Where broken words become a cry,
I leave with peace I cannot explain—
A heart made whole again and again.
And when the world returns once more,
With trials waiting at every door,
I know the path my soul will take…
Back to the place where my Lord awaits.