What are words, rhymes and verses good for?
When we don’t live by them but ephemerally
We get lost in the poetic flow of similes and metaphors
With the message stirring an emotion only temporarily
Category: Maher Abdullah
Writings by or about my Late Father [1959-2004] رحمه الله ♡ My Saving Grace
As the years go by, my Dad continues to scent my life and his wise words and deeds still resonate and flow within me as guidance, inspiration and aspiration in my spiritual, personal and professional life.
Article ☁ Is It FOR Allâh ﷻ? A Fulfilling Tenet to Live By
‘Fear of God is courage, worshipping Him is freedom, humility before Him is dignity, and knowing Him is certainty.’ ~ The Esteemed Dr Mustafa Mahmoud (Allâh Yirĥamu)
A Fear of Free Speech
The last published piece by my late Dad ♡ رحمه الله
The Impossible Absence • الغياب المستحيل
Poetic words that became popular through a famous song ‘Enamoured/Enchanted My Soul’ (فتنت روحي) only discovered after my Dad returned to Allâh ﷻ.
Dad never knew his poetic words became a well-loved song.
A Farewell After Departure • كلماتُ ما بَعدَ الرَّحيل
An Article and Poem about Maher Abdullah رحمه الله (my dad) by Khalid AlMahmoud (my hubby).
Media, Journalism and Politics
Wise words just as pertinent today.
The Media at War in Iraq
A 5-minute clip showing the late Maher Abdullah’s two pennies worth about ‘The Media at War in Iraq’.
Poem ☁ Through the Eyes of a Raven (II)
My late father Maher Abdullah (Allâh Yirĥamu) was amongst those who encouraged me to consider writing poetry seriously instead of merely secreting them away in the lonely confines of folders on my computer.
Through the Eyes of a Raven was the first poem my Dad (Allâh Yirĥamu) constructively criticised, which I wrote in April 2003.
Sadly, he wasn’t able to read the outcome, which never would’ve been possible without his constructive critique and valuable input.
Poem ☁ Through the Eyes of a Raven (I)
‘Through the Eyes of a Raven’ was the first poem my Dad (Allâh Yirĥamu) constructively criticised, which I wrote in April 2003.
Sadly, he wasn’t able to read the outcome, which never would’ve been possible without his constructive critique and valuable input.
Skilful White clouds 