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BIRTHRIGHT by Azar Bagheri

In the name of God the most Gracious, the most Merciful…

My intention when writing is to surrender my current feeling and let the words flow through me so that it may be as an act of prayer or an offering of my innermost self. After I have written it down, I may let it go, although it will still remain. What comes, let it come, what goes, let it go, what’s next?

The experience and sensation of life is so strange and enchanting, there are moments and feelings that cannot be captured, but poetry for me is the closest I can get to holding it, cherishing it, then feeling that I can let it go. Sometimes I feel like the poem is writing itself, by the time I get to the end, I am amazed! Sometimes a poem reveals itself to me- such is the life I feel when I am living with remembrance, and it is my sincere wish to do so.

“Birthright” is a reminder to live with this surrender and remembrance, because it is our birthright after all to serve, and love, and simply be. The “ninety-nine names” in this poem refer to the ninety-nine names of Allah in Islam. And the nucleus makes up ninety-nine percent of an atom. 


You may travel across the world
Or to the place of your neighbor
Or closer still: to your own self
And find it necessary and clear:
Surrender, Love
What we are each searching for
But seldom know  
At home.

Like tiny atoms,
We are constantly
In motion,
Held together by the
Pluses and minuses of
The Universe
But even the stones
In their stillness
Have movement
And ways to surrender and praise
See how their shadows are cast
In the eve of the day.

So wherever you are,
Praise, my dear
And be raised
To a Noble station 
Near the ninety-nine names of our 
Beloved and innumerable King 
Where He remains like the nucleus
And we, his servants,
The electrons
Gathering around the sphere
of Him.

Think: if most volume in matter
Is empty space
And most matter is nothing,
Then how much more Glorious
Is our Beloved who makes
Everything out of nothing

My king, let us know
In each of our atoms
How to surrender, so that
We may learn
How to fully Love,
Then we would not need
Anything else, Ya Rabb
We’d know
It’s already us.  

Azar Bagheri: A young woman trying to live deeply and sincerely as much as possible, God willing. Her number one priority is remembrance of Allah, and every moment she strives to keep that remembrance and to live a life of surrender and gratitude for every thing that is or isn’t. She enjoys writing poetry and short stories, painting pictures, and working with children. Currently Azar is learning how to draw Persian Portraitures so that she may illustrate for her book of short stories she’s been working on. She loves gardening and spends much of her time observing and marveling at the wonders of the world around her.

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