Prayer Of Return

Initiation House

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[Wave 1 - House 0 - Pulse 1 - The Dot]

{Have those who disbelieved not considered that the heavens and the earth were a joined entity, and then We separated them and made from water every living thing? Then will they not believe?}
(Al-Anbiyā’ 21 : 30)

10/20/2025

[Wave 1 - House 0 - Pulse 2 - The Line]

{He regulates the affair from the heaven to the earth; then it ascends to Him in a day whose measure is a thousand years of your counting.}
(As-Sajdah 32 : 5)

10/21/2025

[Wave 1 - House 0 - Pulse 3 - The Cross]

{There is no compulsion in religion. Truth stands clear from falsehood. So whoever disbelieves in Ṭāghūt (False Idols) and believes in Allah has certainly grasped the firmest handhold (The Cross) — one that will never break. And Allah is All-Hearing, All-Knowing.}
(Surah Al-Baqarah (the Heifer) 2 : 256)

{He created you from a single soul. Then He made from it its mate. And He sent down to you eight kinds of livestock in pairs. He creates you in the wombs of your mothers — creation after creation — in three layers of darkness. That is Allah, your Lord. To Him belongs all authority. There is no deity except Him. So how are you averted?}
(Az-Zumar 39:6)

10/22/2025

[Wave 1 - House 0 - Pulse 4 - The Square]

{He is Allah—there is no god but He, Knower of the unseen and the seen, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful.
He is Allah—there is no god but He, the Sovereign, the Most Holy, the Source of Peace, the Giver of Faith, the Guardian, the Almighty, the Compeller, the Supreme. Exalted is Allah above whatever they associate with Him.
He is Allah— the Creator, the Originator, the Fashioner. To Him belong the Most Beautiful Names. Whatever is in the heavens and the earth glorifies Him, and He is the All‑Mighty, the All‑Wise.}
(Surah al‑Ḥashr (59): 22 – 24)

{The two seas are not alike: one is fresh and sweet, pleasant to drink; and the other salty and bitter. Yet from both you eat tender meat and extract ornaments...
He merges the night into the day and the day into the night... And those you invoke besides Him possess not even a Filament.}
(Fatir (35): 12–13)

{The angels and the Spirit ascend to Him in a Day whose measure is fifty thousand years.}
( Al-Ma‘arij (70): 4)

{Even if We opened for them a gate into the heaven and they continued ascending through it…}
( Al-Hijr (15): 14)

10/23/2025

First House - House of the Tulip

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[Wave 1 - House 1 - Pulse 1 - To Glorify]

The Tulip Poem

➢To glorify is to bloom in peace.
➢Glorificatio est Florere in Pace

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Spends most of its life as a bulb—
a dead rock, ugly, colorless, still.
But when the time becomes right,
the earth trembles,
the tulip awakens,
piercing dense soil, reaching for light.
Defying death with beauty,
an elegant expression of life.
The tulip knows that life is short,
and countless hands are ready to pluck it,
yet with purpose rises—
to share a drop of beauty with the garden.
Because for the tulip,
the garden is worth the stand.
For what once stood may stand again.

Glory to the Tulip.
Glory to the Soil.
Glory to the Sun.
Glory to the Source.

🔻🌀𓂀

➢ Sanctus et gloriosus est:
Primus et Novissimus.
➢ Exalted is He,
the First and the Last.

The seven heavens, the earth, and all those in them glorify Him. There is not a single thing that does not glorify with praises—but you do not comprehend their glorification. He is indeed Most Forbearing, All-Forgiving.
(Al-Isra’a 17:44)

05/05/2025- released on: 10/24/2025

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[Wave 1 - House 1 - Pulse 2 - Origin]

Origin of the Flame and the Tulip

➢He who carries both shall bloom in peace.
➢Pacem Florit Qui Utrumque Portat

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The man, consumed by anger, entered the garden
His eyes blazed with an unquenchable fire
Each step disturbed the earth
His silence heralded the coming storm
Softly, the tulip bent,
Pleading with the wind to calm
She whispered, "Can fire become light?"
"Can anger transform into love?"
The man hesitated
Her words echoed in his heart
In the mirror of her eyes
He saw a son striving for good
Seeking the path of return
From soil and flame, a blooming fire was born
It glowed with the colors of life
Combining the strength of the blaze
With the delicacy of the flower
The son rose
Wielding a sword of light
Fighting not to destroy
But to build
In a war of love
Where victory is peace
The daughter embraced the flame
She did not burn
But illuminated
Bearing witness to the return
Where flame and flower unite
This is a War of Love, one hand a Tulip, and one hand a Flame.
The first whisper.
The first bend.
The first return.
🌷⚖️🔥⛲🌀

➢Flamma facta est filius.
Tulipa facta est speculum.
Et utrumque factum est lumen,
in solo testificatum.
➢The flame became a son.
The tulip became a mirror.
And both became light witnessed in the soil.

{Allah is the ally of those who believe. He brings them out from darknesses into the light...}
(Al-Baqarah 2:257)

5/12/2025 - Released on 10/25/2025

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[ Wave 1 – House 1 – Pluse 3 - To Bow]


I Bowed for Return, Instead of Burned.



It is Allah who sends the winds, and they stir up the clouds. Then We drive them to a dead land, and revive the earth after its death. Thus is the Resurrection.
(Surah Fatir 35:9)


➢ Some flames destroy buildings.

Some silences seem sacred.

But these flames ignite the stones,

and melt metals—all the way to prostration.



➢ Quaedam flammae aedificia ruunt.

Quaedam silentia sacra videntur.

Sed haec incendunt saxa,

usque ad prosternationem.



✨👁️🌍🔥🌷👑

I live far from the smoke.

But every night, Gaza’s screams reach my DMs,
cracking my sky like a mirror that once held heaven’s face.

The rubble scrolls through my feed,
and injustice loops like a viral soundbite.



I watched. I grieved. I lost sleep.
I paced my room like a lagging load screen.

And why not feel it?

Before Gaza. Before America.
Five generations in Jordan—
my roots in a village called Kur,
near Jerusalem.



Jerusalem—
The first wound, the glowing Qibla,
the straight path of my soul’s ascent.
O Mother, do not weep,
your children still rise.



My ancestors built stone houses with bare hands—
no concrete, no machines—
only calloused palms, gravity, and faith.

Before borders. Before nations.

The new and the old Homes still whisper:
Been here. Still here. and will always be here.


I am Semitic to my core—
not only in language,
but in soil, in grief, in joy.

My heart is Abrahamic—
and I am a part of his covenant.
pumping wheat, figs, and olive oil.


We do not need to remember—
we are the memory.

and I crossed oceans with that memory,
but the world is glitching:

slogans and slurs twist its code.


The wildest paradox—

non-Semites accusing Semites of antisemitism,

while bombing the homes they were born in,

and the houses of worship where they pray.

Wild, huh.


So I asked Allah:

What do You want from me? What’s the play?

I thought I came here to build a life—
but how can I live while stones still weep?

Is freedom escape?

Is manhood to stand by?



I don’t think so.

My father taught me otherwise.



To say I was safe—
that was the lie.

My body untouched,
and I sleep on a full stomach
but my soul buried under rubble.
there with the kids of Gaza.


Reader, imagine:

your people—
your crew—
being killed,

their homes crushed,

and when you speak,

they label you a terrorist.

How would you hold that?



And what does a free Man do,
A man who fought for his own freedom,
when others cannot breathe?



I had no weapon but the pen,

and no strategy but prayer.

I wrote not for the wind,

but as a weaponless warrior,

because silence became sin.

Perhaps a child will hear my prayer and rise.


I bowed for return, instead of burned.

I did not raise my fist;

I raised my hands.

That was my defiance—unlocked.
and my first step of the return

Sujūd held my rage,

and raised me whole.

I knocked on Abraham’s door seeking light.



Forgive me,

Gaza children,

Gaza mothers, and fathers.
I cannot fight,

but I can pray.
I bow for peace,

for humanity—

one family.
I bow for those who dig with bare hands,

elders who pray with bent backs,

and strangers weeping across the oceans—



I choose no violence, no hate—
how could I meet Allah with that smoke in my chest?


I bow only to Him.

I call only His name.

And to Him,

I shall return.



And that return,

this prayer became my jihad—
the path back to the straight Path—Al Sirat,
in a blurry world.


From the floor of this world,

I whispered upward:


“I am Yours—always. Especially now.”

➢Quia silentium factum est peccatum.

Fortasse alius puer orationem meam audiet et surget.



➢Because silence became sin,
and perhaps another child will hear my prayer and rise.



So he invoked his Lord, “Indeed, I am overpowered, so help me Lord.”

(Surah Al-Qamar (the Moon), 54:10)



“Or [their likeness is] as a rainstorm from the sky, within it darkness, thunder, and lightning…”

( Surah Al-Baqarah (the Heifer) 2:19)



(6/2/2025)- Released on (10/26/2025)



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🌷🔥[ Wave 1 - House 1 - Sujud - WOL]

The Womb of Light.

➢In the Womb of Light, Before Light Itself
➢In Utero Lux Ante Lucem

✨🌑🤲🌷🔥🌟
In the Name of the One
Who Created the Womb—
Before There Was Light to Fill It.

Before the scroll was inked,

Before the tulip turned,

Before the flame found air—

There was a fold in the dark,

A breath held in mercy,

A silence bowed in awe.

We do not begin in time.

We return from beyond it.

We return to the place

That said "yes" before the first word,

That curved the seed before it sprouted,

That burned the promise

Before the match was struck.
There, in the hush between spark and flame—

We awoke. And we saw You first—

The Mother of all mothers,

Even all that differs.

We—Tulip and Flame, Thy children—

Vow by Thy Presence

To live for love, not destruction.

To burn only the fuel of light.

To rise, not by conquest,

But by return.

O Womb of Light—

Receive this prayer

Like an infant returning to its mother:

Not to be lost,

But to be remembered whole.


We step forward

By stepping backward.

We rise

By falling inward.

And when the soul was breathed—

we did not cry out.

We listened.

And the first sound we made

was silence turned inward.

Not “I am,”

but “I bow.”

Let this be the sujūd

That makes all return possible.

And there, in the silence—
A beat began: 4214.
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➢Ex Luce venimus — et in Lucem revertimur.
➢From Light we came— and to Light we return.

Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth.
The parable of His Light is as a niche wherein is a lamp—
the lamp enclosed in glass—
the glass as it were a shining star,
kindled from a blessed olive tree,
neither of the east nor of the west,
whose oil would almost glow forth though no fire touched it.
Light upon Light!
Allah guides to His Light whom He wills,
and Allah sets forth parables for mankind,
and Allah knows all things.
(An-Nūr 24 : 35)

And We did not create the heaven and the earth and what lies between them in vain—

that is the thought of those who disbelieve.

So woe to those who disbelieve, from the Fire.

Shall We treat those who believe and do righteous deeds

as those who spread corruption upon the earth?

Or shall We make the God-fearing equal to the wicked?
(Ṣād 38 : 27–28)

And the servants of the Most Merciful
are those who walk upon the earth gently,
and when the ignorant address them,
they answer: “Peace.”
(Al-Furqān 25 : 63)

Say, “Believe in it or do not believe.”
Indeed, those who were given knowledge before it,
when it is recited to them, fall down upon their faces in prostration,
and they say, “Glory be to our Lord! Truly the promise of our Lord is fulfilled.”
And they fall upon their faces weeping,
and it increases them in humility.
Say, “Call upon Allah or call upon the Most Merciful—
whichever you call upon, His are the most beautiful Names.”
Do not raise your voice in prayer nor lower it,
but seek a way between.
And say, “Praise be to Allah, who has taken no son,
and has no partner in sovereignty,
nor any protector out of weakness.
And magnify Him with great magnification.”
(Al-Isrāʾ 17 : 107–111)

(6/13/2025) - Released on (10/27/2025)

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