Wide Earth Smallholding

Wide Earth Smallholding

And Allaah has made for you the earth a wide expanse.(Qur'aan- 71:19)


Alhamdulillah, we have always focused on our family, working to make it a strong, cohesive unit, striving to plant our children’s feet firmly on the path to righteousness, knowledge, and understanding. This fall we enrolled the children in school, but now most are back home again, learning and growing, and I am thankful for that.

The blogosphere is full of articles about spending “quality time” as a family. It’s sad that anyone has to write about that at all, as all the time spent together should be “quality time.” Even the idea of having to set aside a certain amount of time a week- most of them are not even daily- is a strange concept to me. We spend most of our time together, talking, working, planning, dreaming, doing, cocooning…and I wouldn’t trade that for anything, mash’Allaah!

Last night during our evening gathering time I read the children a poem about Autumn by a contemporary woman poet. I suggested that they draw a picture or write their own poem- or both- afterwards, and then we shared them with each other. Baby Asmaa made a beautiful collage of fall colors as bright as the leaves coating our lawn outside. Mu’aadh used bold, strong marker strokes to create a Fall scene that was stark and dynamic at the same time. Maryam colored a lovely Autumn scene in which the sky was full of twirling, dancing leaves. Nusaybah’s naked tree was framed by a heart, while Juwairiyah’s drawing used s few pencil strokes to lend age to the trees and create skies clad in iron gray.

I couldn’t get the pictures to load for this post, but I want to share their poems with you.


Juwairiyah, Age 15:

fallen leaves whisper
“summer is gone.”
The geese fly in a
raucus “v”
mourning summer.
The frigid wind
whips ’round corners,
moaning, moaning,
mourning summer.
Summer is mourned;
here lies a chipmunk
warm in the breast of
the earth
his striped sides rise
and fall with gentle breath.
Here is a grandmother,
rocking, rocking, close
by the crackling fire
She watches the flames
bright blue eyes in
silent peace.
Here is an old tree
her blood growing
quiet as she awaits
the sparkling snows,
her feet warm in
fallen leaves.
Autumn sunlight
flickers, butter
the sky awaits.

Nusaybah, Age 13:

Autumn, the season of mist and mellow fruit fullness

Until we see, we can not understand

The trees in their Autumn beauty

Under the October twilight, the water

Mirrors the still sky

Now the woodland path has a layer of history of

another fall gone by

Maryam, Age 8:

lightly rustling leaves in the soft breeze

leaves are falling ready to sleep

in the Winter soft and deep.

The ground will be colorful

with soft, dewy leaves.

Soft winds fly across the green

flowing meadow.

Authors write and artists draw

enjoying Fall’s severe beauty.


Do you have any thoughts on Autumn? Family time? Please share them below!


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