Green I
As I stand to pray on my emerald green mat,
The one with golden trim racing the edges –
I am reminded of the green you loved.
The green that fills your closet and adorns
Your body. The same green I feel
When I see you with your other friends.
The green you love so dearly
Like you once loved me. As I enter rukoo,
I am reminded of the us
Praying together. Side by side; we stood
Bearing witness before God, and His Messenger.
We stood on this very green mat. The one
With soft white flowers, black petals.
You were there when I found Islam again.
You took me under your wing to RISE
Events, introduced me to Rabata. You are my sister
In Islam, loved for the sake of Allah,
Mine. This summer you bought me a ring,
You proposed. Girls can be so silly at times. Now I stare
At the ring – wonder if all the memories meant anything
To you. I
Should’ve addressed my concerns with you
Earlier. I didn’t –
That led me
To resent you.
Emerald gem
Surrounded by a thin gold band
Rests at the bottom of my glove compartment.
