nemat/نعمت

we count what we don’t have

like empty cups lined on a shelf

forgetting the ocean already placed

quietly within ourselves

the breath that comes without asking

the sky that stays without claim

hands that still reach for warmth

a heart that still remembers a name

these are the نعمت nemat we pass by

like strangers on a crowded street

too busy chasing distant lights

to notice what rests at our feet

and maybe it is written in us

this hunger that never sleeps

to want a little more each time

until the wanting is all we keep

but in that endless asking

we scatter pieces of our soul

trading presence for illusion

mistaking fragments for the whole

Allah gave in ways so gentle

we called them ordinary days

while we ran after louder dreams

lost inside our own maze

and one day we will pause

with tired hands and restless sight

realizing we had everything

but never held it tight

so sit with what is already yours

before it slips like silent air

for the heart that learns to see enough

finds a kind of peace nowhere else is there

xoxo

khizra