Those of the House

What Am I?
"Shia? Sunni?”

I am whatever you think of me and more

Till the plank in the eye that makes the mind sore

Entices our souls to call out, yearning for true lore

Even then I am more from before

I’m the Ocean delta unseen

Where salt and fresh water come to merge at a certain point

The sinews of flesh in between

Where the arm and shoulder come to meet at a single joint

“Really… What are you?

Shia or Sunni?”

Well to start -

Imagine if Ghengis held Zulfiqar with Imaan his heart

Siddiqui’s concern in the stem of his brain

Ali as his Moula - Hasan’s pain coursing through his veins

"Shia? Sunni?"

What is your task?

Why do you ask?

In pride should we bask?

I am all and nothing all the same, at once

Coming from the back, the sides, and the front

Oh Ahlul Bayt

Why have some of you reduced yourself to this fate?

The family of Abubakar charges ahead

More than a thousand years later

Sayyids are still mourning the dead

It’s time we made our bed

Moving above and beyond - with some level head

Walking out the door of eternal tragedy

Allah has plenty cures for any malady

Few are as powerful as the love for family

Yet none is as potent as helping alleviate your grandfather’s anxiety

Uncovering guidance for mankind, in every nook and cranny

With bruised and bloody feet he walked a path few ever took

Battered and abused, his compassion was never shook

Increase in love, be inclusive with our book

Come off your high horses and invite the Ummah to look

Take it from this mutt of a Khan, Hasani Siddiqui Jinn

Unravel the purpose of spiritual essence placed within

Throw away pretension and self-worship

Straight in the bin

Find what is shared between us all

That is what you pin

Instead of rolling up the carpet

Expand the breadth of kin

This is not about lowering oneself

It is about how we can win

For God is the true judge, not your ancestry’s lack,

or abundance of sin

It’s from الله