Holistic Poetry

Writer. Poet. Lyrical Artist. Student of Medicine.


by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

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by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

Life is about choices. What you choose each day will determine what you become. There’s no choice in feeling the way you do. After all, you’re human. But it’s how you embrace those feelings. That’s a choice. Choose yourself. Choose life. Choose God.

The Silver Lining

by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

I’ve grown to appreciate the silver lining. If you find it in my words it’s because I’ve lived a share of its understanding. Within my career and personal life, the honor of my successes are not without the acceptance of my failures. Faith. Patience. Perseverance. These words live in those imperfect enough to choose “the road less traveled by.” Yet, there are those that only measure their worth through comparison. What’s materially gained in the time they’ve attained it is their scale. They see your failures as certainty, your successes as outliers, and your value as relative. Their eyes grow blind to the sight of your patience. Their ears grow deaf to the volume of your perseverance. Why give relevance to their company when “God is with those who patiently persevere” (Qur’an 2:153). The tortoise was victorious not because he placed first in the race but because he continued to crawl while the hare slept in defeat. That’s what happens to hearts that remain asleep. They value rewards that are more noticeable and relish victories that are more material. Life becomes more of a competition towards a destination and less of a journey worth living graciously.

Yes, I’ve made mistakes. Yes, I’ve had failures. But I’m neither my mistakes nor my failures. You are only what you embrace because of them. That’s where success resides. The legacy of Prophet Muhammad ﷺ is my example. He ﷺ once attempted to share a message of faith in the city of Ta’if only to be driven away from its streets by mobs that hurled insults and stones. In another instance, he ﷺ was admonished by God in the Qur’an for focusing more attention on an indifferent tribal chieftain than a blind man that desired to learn (80:1-12). But it’s what he ﷺ embraced because of such moments that defined the silver lining. When given a chance to seek justice from the city of Ta’if, he ﷺ forgave the people and prayed for them and the generations after. When God corrected his ﷺ approach to the blind man, it rejuvenated a continued effort in sharing a message of faith for all. Learn. Grow. Inspire. In the darkest of skies, that’s the silver that lines my clouds.


by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

#31 by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

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by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

I didn’t see it coming
But I guess you never do
Staring at a hundred-something
Yet, my eyes sees you

Forgive the lingered glance
You remind me of Yesterday
When I gave my heart a chance
Only to mend it with God’s way

What words carried me on
Are the ones He sent to recite
From the early hue of dawn
To the blackish-blue of night

The pen is my medicine
Each letter a dose of truth
Faith renewed in relevance
As I write to share His proof

So if you are Yesterday
How can I not say, “Thank you”
You gave your all and didn’t stay
I am Today because of you

Small Worlds

by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

Sacrifice. Faith. Renewal.

by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai


This tree offered its shade for me nearly one year ago when I was chosen to share a sermon and lead the Eid prayer for brothers and sisters I grew to know in my travels. Sacrifice. Faith. Renewal. These are words that we all can appreciate. It’s no surprise, then, that these are words that embody this day of Eid. Eid al-Adha describes the struggle Prophet Abraham (peace be upon him) came to understand as he embraced God’s will with his own. It was never the blood of his son that God desired but the willingness of his faith when tested. Instead, in place of his son God placed a lamb meant to be distributed to family, neighbors, and those in need. Like this tree, the story of Prophet Abraham (peace be upon him) serves as the root of faith for humanity. Its branches the family of creeds that reach for the Creator. Its leaves the diversity of people that offers shade under the burning sun. Prophet Muhammad ﷺ said, “The worldly comforts are not for me. I am like a traveler, who takes rest under a tree in the shade and then goes on his way.” To know these words is wisdom. To live these words is a blessing. As I go on my way, I thank you for the shade.

“That’s Who I Thought It Was”

by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

You’ve all heard about Ahmed Mohamed. You know, Jimmy Neutron’s long-lost Muslim American cousin that loves to tinker with motherboards and loose circuits only to make the world a timely place. If you don’t know him, he’s a 14 year-old 9th grader who was arrested for bringing to school a clock he built from his own design merely to share his passion for math and science with the teachers he saw as mentors. But the police and school officials didn’t believe it to be a clock that counted up but a home-made bomb that counted down. It wasn’t just the handcuffs that attempted to shackle his dignity in front of his fellow classmates or the unjust interrogation tactics conducted by 4 police officers without any of his parents present that struck a cord. It was one officer that reclined back in his seat, looked Ahmed dead in the eye, and stated, “That’s who I thought it was.” Those words remained ingrained in Ahmed’s mind. He was no longer a daring student or a law-abiding American. To this individual and to the many others that cornered him, he was every fear they envisioned, every stereotype they anticipated, and every label to shame into silence. There’s no question that protocol, procedures, and policies are important to follow in situations like these. But even the world knows that race, ethnicity, and religion played a role in such overzealous actions of those in positions of power and authority. It’s because of Ahmed’s intellectual tenacity, resilient courage, patient resolve, and faith-derived humility that the world not only stood beside him but honored him with invitations he never imagined. Even the Qur’an says, “Verily with hardship comes ease. With hardship comes ease” (94:5-6). I take this young man’s actions and experience as a reminder so emboldened in these verses.

What that officer said to Ahmed is the product of an environment that welcomes fear mongering and marginalization over embracing reality within context and nuance. But if we as a nation choose the latter, to continue to show the kind of courage Ahmed and the world did, maybe “Muslims” won’t be so easily used as a slur, or Mexicans so casually referred to as rapists, or African Americans so readily perceived as thugs, or police officers so willfully deemed as brutal. We have to work together to see that time come. Maybe that’s why clocks need to be made.

A Lasting Impression

by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

#28 by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

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Never Forget

by Zeeshawn M. Chughtai

No nation is without tribulation. No people is without tragedy. No tragedy is without loss. There is no contest, no spectrum of difference when innocent lives are taken too soon. They were husbands and wives, fathers and mothers, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, and members of all faiths and communities. They were just human. They, too, would stretch out of bed to another morning while their coffee brewed a wakeful aroma. They, too, would pack small lunches for their kids without a “thank you” in return. They, too, would pull on their father’s tie or mother’s hair at the mention of school. But they can’t do that anymore. Instead, they left us to wake up each and every morning after to decide how we heal. Tragedies will always leave unforgettable scars. But in them, in that memory that weighs heavily on vulnerable hearts, we are left with important choices to make. The kind of world we live in will be because of them. In the past 14 years, choices were made. The scar was picked just enough for blood to be spilled, wars to be waged, homes to be destroyed, innocent lives to be lost, and tragedies to be gained. In the next 14 years, I hope my children can make choices that defeats ignorance with patience, eliminates fear with hope, confronts bigotry with understanding, and treats contempt with compassion. To step in the march of Martin, to embody the faith of Malcolm, to envision the future of Mandela, and to understand the character of Muhammad ﷺ. For this to happen, it starts with me. My faith teaches me to make such choices. My profession teaches me to heal such scars. In the true example of the Prophet ﷺ, I pray for the innocent lives taken on that day and those after because of it.


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