When I first met you I was a little scared, doubting myself, hating my inner voice
What if I failed to keep up?
When the going gets rough, would I be in doubt,
give up without a second thought,
Or be brave and tough it out?
The more and more time I spent in your company,
I realized how blessed I was as opposed to so many,
To have been blessed with such an opportunity ,
Was nothing short of a miracle.
I wouldn’t have taken you for granted,
If I knew how astray I was.
Instead I chose to hold on to denial.
Too confident I wouldn’t screw up with you by my side, Then I left you behind just like that. Seriously, how could I?
It was naïve of me to think I’d be evil-free
I had forgotten the evil within me
Until it overpowered me, body, mind and soul
Lost in my own ignorance,
Wandering the streets of misguidance.
It wasn’t long until I realized,
What I had compromised.
Defeated and weak,
Brought to my knees,
Drowning in my sins,
Just as I was about to give in,
I saw you right in front of me.
Saw how truly beautiful you were,
A ray of hope, a fresh start,
A wonderful blessing from my Lord.
So pleasant like the early morning breeze,
The sight of you filling me with strength and peace.
I was so relieved.
Now as I sit here in peace
Although my heartbeat’s picking up speed,
Thinking of all my evil deeds,
I’m not gonna accept defeat
Gonna pray for my eeman to only increase
And follow in the Prophet’s (ﷺ) footsteps
When the first verse was revealed
And he was commanded to “Read”.
* * *
‘Abd-Allaah ibn ‘Amr reported that the Prophet (ﷺ) said: “It will be said to the companion of the Qur’aan: Recite and rise in status, recite as you used to recite in the world, for your status will be at the last verse that you recite.”
– Al-Tirmidhi (2914) and Abu Dawood (1464)
– This hadeeth was classed as saheeh by al-Albaani in al-Silsilah al-Saheehah, 5/218, no. 2240,
– Note that what is meant by the “companion of the Qur’aan” is the one who memorizes it by heart.
Insha’Allah I’ll do a separate post on the virtues of reciting and memorizing the Qur’an.
There is always a sort of magical vibe surrounding the new year, with many people enthusiastically setting new goals, making new resolutions and taking up new challenges. I love their optimism and the energy they radiate. It’s heartwarming. In case you’re wondering, and even if you’re not, I don’t belong to that group of people. Don’t get me wrong, I do believe in new beginnings. I mean that in the new-beginnings-totally-blow-me-away kinda way. 😄
But I hate being voluntarily stressed out about stuff. And going over stuff I want/need to get done is enough to get me all worked up, so I’m not kidding when I say I don’t do lists. Before you judge me, I’m not impulsive and this isn’t a debate about whether being spontaneous is better than planning ahead, nor am I encouraging anyone to be unsystematic and unorganized. I just do things my way, and practically writing down goals for myself is just not my thing. ‘Aint perfect, but I’m going strong. Alhumdulillah. 😊
Despite my poor track record with lists, I did make one this time anyway. Haha don’t worry, it’s not a planner or goals list, just a bunch of new things I learned in life. There’s going to be a lot of shameless preaching though. So if you hate random people throwing around unsolicited life-lessons at you like confetti, then you can choose not to read any further. Because I’m going to do just that.
The rest of y’all, brace yourselves. 😉
1. Self-doubt sucks: It sucks every bit of happiness out of you till you start questioning your own worth, it suffocates you with uncertainty, makes you anxious and responsible for everything that is not in your control. It’s like aimlessly kicking around a crushed soda can. Except you are the crushed soda can.
2. Hurt messes up our minds in ugly ways: Don’t make assumptions. Did you hear what I said? I said don’t make assumptions. You sure you heard me right the first time? I said do not make A-s-s-u-m-p-t-i-o-n-s. That’s rule#1 for staying sane. No matter how hurt you are by something someone said or did, it is stupid to make assumptions about why they did it cause it’s only going to hurt you more, as wrong assumptions naturally lead to seriously flawed conclusions, and obviously worsen the situation. If it affects you so much, talk about it to them straight up if you have to, but never ever assume. I’ve noticed that many people consider it their right to assume the worst about people who have wronged them. Like, I get it, maybe the people that hurt you really suck and things really are bad. But just maybe they don’t and things aren’t as bad as you think they are. I’m not saying you should forget the hurt and act as if it never bothered you (although you should). But before you feed your mind with negative information about someone, confirm its accuracy first.
3. Swearing is a sign of weakness: It’s an act of sheer weakness. It shows how little control you have over the words that come out of your mouth. You don’t always have to be the loudest or use profanity in order to prove your strength. So whenever you have the urge to cuss someone out, you should remember that as Muslims we must either speak good or remain silent.. As a general rule, there is no excuse good enough to warrant bad language. Ever. Anger, disappointment, out of habit or just for fun. Bad language is Bad. Language.
4. Don’t give your opinion unless asked: THIS. I say this from first hand experience. What most of us fail to understand is that no two situations are exactly alike. Even if we have had experience with something similar and no matter how genuine our intentions to help the person/situation are, our perspective is going to differ from them. And when perspectives differ, it’s best to just leave it at that because pressing on the issue will make you appear extremely judgmental and critical of people. You may even end up hurting the person just by sharing your opinion. While we may think we shared helpful information, others simply may not have wanted to even hear it in the first place. 😑 Instead we should practice being a good listener and try to see and understand the situation from the other person’s perspective rather than jump to conclusions and provide hypothetical solutions to their real problems.
5. Society, you’re a crazy breed Judgment. Control. Standards. Effing double-standards. Man that shit can drive a person crazy. 😧 We seriously need to understand that conforming to society’s standards does not set us free. It confines us, controls us, and binds us with chains of enslavement. It transforms us into one of its many many many clones. Never forget this, there is nothing quite like being yourself. Just be you, let society go screw itself.
So that’s about it.
Oh and remember…
If you didn’t enjoy reading this post, I hope you at least benefitted from it. And if you didn’t benefit from it, I hope you at least enjoyed reading it. And if you neither enjoyed nor benefitted. Too bad. I’m still writing a part 2 insha’Allah. 😎
In one of my earlier posts I said I wanted to write about a “pattern”, for lack of a better word, I noticed in people.
That was nearly a month ago. Fast forward four weeks, two days and a few hours later, and I discovered that there’s more to it than I care to admit.
I feel I need to write a book on these newly discovered personality types to be a reference source for the general public, out of a sense of moral obligation, you know? But, considering the fact that I have anger management issues I’d rather not take that risk. So we’ll have to settle with a roughly 800 word article, although even writing this much makes me want to screw up a lot of pretty faces (not to be taken literally).
The pretty faces. I mean.
It’s no secret that human beings are born innocent. But we’re obviously suppossed to grow more wise with time right? The whole purpose behind “adulting” (boy do I hate that word 😑) or growing up is to teach us responsibility and wisdom. What amazes me, though, is that sometimes adults, fully developed mature human beings, who are expected to take FULL responsibility of their actions forget who or rather what they are.
They act like animals. They act like aliens. They act like everything that is not human.
I don’t think it would even be fair to compare them to animals or aliens. These people are a different species all together.
They Are Called Toxic For A Reason
All of us have, at some point in our lives, exerienced hate, hostility, betrayal, manipulation, and in extreme cases emotional and verbal abuse.
(A minute of silence for all the times we oh-so-generously took shit from people.)
So who are these infamous people and how do we identify them? The answer to that question is simple. It’s written all over their faces.
On a serious note they often wear masks which makes it quite difficult to see through their facades. But an educated guess would be that they are every person that gives you shit, treats you like shit, and doesn’t give a shit about you or the things that matter to you.
Not exactly sure what rock I was hiding under all these years but damn it does feel good to finally come out from under it! I admit the view is not all that pretty but guess we just gotta suck it up for now.
Let me describe it to you.
Fresh breeze from the sea, waves crashing on smooth, golden sand, water glistening like diamonds under the bright sun, as you feel the warmth of its rays on your skin…. Okay I’m kidding. That’s one effing beautiful view. Just wanted to lighten up the mood a lil. 😄 And I miss the beach. 💔
Coming back to toxic people, it’s very possible that they move heaven and earth to try and hide their true (evil) intentions from you but you should always remember that you know yourself best and how you feel. Period. Because that one sentence says a lot. If someone makes you feel like shit then you should know that that person has a negative impact on you.
It’s also very possible that they try everything to talk you into believing that, 1. the fault is in you, 2. you are the sole reason your life is miserable, 3. they only want you to be happy and, 4. they know what’s best for you.
Surely criticizing someone, picking faults in them, degrading and insulting them basically injecting them with a shitload of negativity day in and day out isn’t because “they want you to be happy ” or is it?
And it’s also extremely possible that they hate you openly. Because why not? Seriously screw them.
So do you still go and shake hands with such people? Shit, no. You grab their hand, twist their arm back and kick them the eff out of your life.
I’m kidding. Don’t do that ever. Well, because…
We Need to Get Back Up and Get Moving
I said moving, not moping.
The first step in moving on in life is to get back up after someone knocks you down. Sitting on the floor crying and moping around is not going to help at all.
I said moping, not mopping. Leave that to the mop.
I said mop, not mob.
Alright I get it I need to stop with the lame jokes. We’ve almost reached the end of the post anyway
So yeah, (lame) jokes apart, getting back up is the first step.
When the only thing people want to do is hurt us one way or another or repeatedly break our trust, we may feel angry, frustrated and lost but eventually we do manage to get over them. We have our own ways of dealing with and getting over such people and the crap they come with. That’s the beauty of human nature, and life in general, it goes on. .
Sadly though, yet another reality of life is that impressions last, whether we like to admit it or not, human beings tend to judge a lot of things based on firsthand experience.. Instances of hurt, heartbreak, breaking of trust, criticism get forever etched in our minds. We carry with us bitter memories from the past and somehow that does affect our personalities and how we decide to lead the rest of our lives. It sucks. I know.
It’s like once you get hurt you are scared to get attached again because you fear every person is going to break your heart. And this is what’s most disturbing, the fact that heartbreak can change a person from being the happiest person in the world to someone who forgets how to be happy altogether. Change can be scary sometimes.
So how do we get out of this downward spiral of misery?
Forgiveness is The Attribute Of The Strong
Yes, you got that right. Through forgiveness.
Allah سبحانه و تعالى (may He be glorified and exalted) Says:
“The recompense for an evil is an evil like thereof; but whoever forgives and makes reconciliation, his reward is with Allah. Verily, He likes not the Zaalimoon (oppressors, polytheists, and wrongdoers)” [42:40].
Wanted to keep this blog sorta casual and informal so won’t be including the technical Fiqh aspects of the topic here. But would definitely love to discuss it in another post insha’Allah. 😊
So for now it’ll suffice to say that although it is permissible for a person who has been reviled to revile the person who reviled him back only as much as he reviled him, without transgressing or overstepping the mark, it is far better and closer to perfection to forgive, pardon and overlook, in the hope that Allah will pardon him on the Day of Resurrection.
So I’m not supposed to feel this way, but let’s be honest, I do feel bad for abandoning my blog for months on end without any explanation whatsoever and to top it off post crappy poetry on returning when I should have at least tried to make up for my absence by posting something worth your time.
But what’s a girl to do if her mind decides to go with the fairies? Yes, tag along. It does help give one a much needed breather so I won’t complain.
I’m kidding. Me and my mind are in the right place and everything’s fine and dandy. Alhumdulillah ala kulli haal. I was just lazy as always.
And when you’re lazy, you don’t have any reason not to go for the laziest option. Right? And poetry, for me, is that lazy route I often like to wander through, playing with words and rhymes, trying out different genres and sometimes even daring to stray to the dark, forbidding corners of my mind. That’s where poetry like the ones I recently published comes from.
I’m trying to think of one good reason why I even post gloomy, sad, screwed up stuff on the lil ray of sunshine that my blog is, but so far I have come up empty. No reasons at all.
No reasons is actually a good enough reason for me to put an end to it. 😐
That doesn’t mean I’ll completely stop posting poetry, just that it’ll have to be positive-feel-good stuff or nothing. No more negative vibes, inshaAllah. ✌
It’s been a long time coming but I have finally realized that I should get serious about my writing. So insha’Allah I’m going to try to actually put in some effort to post some good Islamic stuff on here. Bi ithniLlah Ta’aala.
Better late than never, I guess? 😄
I’d like to share a beautiful reminder that I stumbled upon today. Which, as a matter of fact, is also what pushed me to come to this conclusion and the reason why I’m writing this post. Alhumdulillah.
In the book ‘al‐Fawā’id,’ Ibn al-Qayyim (rahimahullah) said:
“There are ten useless matters that cannot be benefited from:
– Knowledge that is not implemented.
– An action that is empty of sincerity, and is not based on the correct
– Wealth that is hoarded, as the owner neither enjoys it during this life,
nor obtains any reward for it in the Hereafter
– The heart that is empty of love and longing for Allāh, and of seeking
closeness to Him
– A body that does not obey and serve Allāh
– Loving Allāh without seeking His pleasure
– Time that is not spent in expiating sins or seizing opportunities to perform deeds of righteousness that will bring one closer to Allāh
– A mind that thinks about issues which bring about no benefit
– Serving those who neither bring you close to Allāh or benefit you in
– Hoping and fearing one who is under the authority of Allāh, and
whose forehead is in His Hand, while he cannot bring any benefit,
harm, life, death, or resurrection to himself.
You don’t know the things they say behind your back,
The faces they make when you’re not looking,
The hate they hide in their hearts,
You don’t know how they wish to snatch the smile away from you face,
Their tears are fake and smiles artificial,
Their words manipulative, and sympathy counterfeited.
You don’t know how much they envy your happiness.
You don’t matter to them, never did.
But you’re too good to see it.
Perhaps you never will,
Until the day they succeed in ripping your heart out of your chest,
Replacing it with a void that neither beats nor feels,
It doesn’t flutter like the wings of a bird at the mention of love,
Or jump up and down like a little puppy from being excited,
Or thump like a drum being played at a concert in anticipation,
Doesn’t pulse or beat or rage or fly or skip or run,
Nothing succeeds in moving it even an inch.
It goes numb, still.
But until then,
You’re too good to see it
Blinded by love or whatever else you want to label it,
Holding on to false hope,
So full of kindness and innocence it makes me cringe
Cause I tend to read that as stupidity and ignorance,
Knowing you’re still wearing your rose colored glasses,
Refusing to ever take them off.
So until then,
Store up some happiness, no, lots of happiness
for the day your heart goes missing,
You’ll find yourself desperately clawing at invisible air
Only to clutch onto emptiness.
Just so you know.
Blank pages have always intimidated me,
My thoughts inhabit a space that defies gravity
Incomplete phrases and broken clauses,
scrambling around in a frenzy,
desperately trying to grasp onto “meanings”
frantically searching for answers,
kicking and banging
turning everything upside down.
Incomplete phrases and broken clauses
plunging into the darkest depths of the mind
in vain attempts to dig up intrusive thoughts
like weeds in a rose bed,
only the mind isn’t a bed of roses
and thoughts prick like stubborn thorns.
Incomplete phrases and broken clauses,
too afraid to look themselves in the eye,
for fear of having to confront reality.
doubting, second guessing,
in the process.
Incomplete phrases and broken clauses
unable to stand ground,
sucked into the insatiable jaws
of a black hole,
the insides of which are filled with
negativity, darkness, and voids.
Voids that only grow larger and larger,
darkness that doesn’t let any light in,
negativity that gets deep-rooted with time.
A gravitational pull so strong,
it bends sentences and twists words
and sometimes suffocates them,
And I keep staring at blank page after blank page after blank page,
Unable to string together words,
And that’s why blank pages have always intimidated me.
Incomplete phrases and broken clauses
Empty spaces and deserted hallways,
Hollow hearts and moonless nights,
And no stars to guide,
It’s not the dark I’m afraid of,
I don’t mind the dark,
It’s the emptiness, the uncertainty
the feeling of not knowing,
of being clueless,
Lost, I’m afraid of being lost.
Whoever invented doodling sure didn’t do it aimlessly.
Because what would happen to blank pages if people didn’t know what to write?
Yes! They’d doodle. 😎
That’s exactly what I do whenever I have a paper and pen in my hand. Weirdly enough, it helps me clear my mind, no idea how.
Anyway I wanted to share about a pattern I noticed in people recently. It’s quite interesting, wonder why I never saw it before…But that’s for another post. 😜 Insha’Allah. So look out for it! 😊
You reek of sin,
a bloody stench capable of
making one nauseous;
sometimes, even me,
but its effect doesn’t last long
as I’m always quick to forget,
having learned to skillfully
mask it by the impalpable perfume
of your unfair justifications,
in the vain hope that it will
not just cover up but eliminate
the deep guilt I feel inside;
but, it only intoxicates you further.
I can see evil obvious in my eyes
that shine brightly
in your growing darkness.
The superficial look of innocence
on my face is in sinister contrast
to your undisguised ugly thoughts.
I am aware of the grotesque reality
of your transgressions
that weigh heavily on my chest,
forming dark spots on my heart.
Every sin like a cut on my wrist,
Slicing through my skin,
deep enough to peirce you.
It shakes us from within,
messes up our system,
But we smile through the pain,
Like we ain’t feelin nothin.
Shame is the medicine
we traded in for sin, our drug.
I wonder what’s next.. What’s next, nafsi?
* * *
Nafs is the Arabic word for soul, nafsi translates to “my soul”.
It was just his face
she remembers looking at
not his clothes or shoes
or even how tall he was, the obvious,
she didn’t pay attention to the obvious,
but how could she?
it was just his face, the smirk
that played on his lips
before transforming into
a full evil grin,
baring all his teeth,
his mouth seemed to be moving
but she couldn’t understand
what he was “saying”
but how could she?
Her mind couldn’t think beyond
the way he looked at her,
but then again,
he didn’t just look at her
it wasn’t “just a look”
it could never have been “just a look”.
His eyes, those demonic eyes
travelled up and down her body
making her flinch inwardly,
making her want to shirk to invisibility,
her thoughts shifting in an instant “is something wrong with my clothes?
there must be something wrong with…”
frantically trying to adjust them,
fix them, only to realize
there was nothing wrong with her
clothing in the first place. “I should ignore him”
keeping her eyes down,
in vain attempts to distract her mind,
but his obscenities did not fail
to make their way to her ears
snatching away her smile,
making her feel dirty inside out. “I should tell someone about it.
but what will I tell them?
they’ll think I’m crazy,
sick, petty, weak
for being uncomfortable
by someone’s mere presence.”
It did make her sick,
destroying her confidence,
slicing her into a million pieces.
reducing her to silence.
Guilt ate away at her,
as he continued staring,
passing offensive remarks,
making vulgar gestures
and she kept blaming herself,
not realizing that she was the one
* * *
To some people this may seem blown out of proportion but regardless of how trivial anyone might think it to be, I’m not going to beat around the bush about it or be ashamed or apologetic for bringing it up.
Catcalling, street harrassment, or any kind of unsolicited verbal or physical advances of a sexual nature are an offense.
And being on the receiving end of such reprehensible behavior is no joke. I can’t even express how much it gets on my nerves. Don’t get me wrong, I’m way past the point of being upset or scared of derogatory remarks and stares of men who have NO sense of respect for women. I have realized that such unwanted attention comes with the territory of being a woman. I have learned to just ignore them. I don’t fear for myself.
But I fear for every little, innocent girl unaware that there exist people who will make her feel uncomfortable, embarrassed and unsafe. She will be made to feel unsafe to go anywhere unaccompanied. They will make her question the choices she makes in life, from the way she dresses to the way she speaks in public. They will be the reason she’ll have trust issues for the rest of her life. The reason she’ll second guess herself, the reason she’ll always feel scared and helpless around men…
It’s just sad. And disgusting.
Let me say loud and clear that this isn’t just about unwanted remarks shouted at women by men in passing cars or being whistled or stared at. Street harrassment goes far deeper than that. And it can happen to anyone regardless of age. And that’s something I find unsettling. While women who have reached their twenties can handle these things well, young girls are usually uninformed and unequipped when faced with such circumstances, which can leave strong imprints on their minds, and continue affecting their lives negatively. The experience can be almost traumatic.
Although there isn’t much that can be done to stop those who do such things from doing them, BUT we have to realize that our safety is our own responsibility. And, the first step in solving any problem is recognizing that there is one. We need to stop pretending that catcalling or street harassment isn’t a problem. We might not be able to give condescending retorts to the men who try to harass us or throw punches at them but we CAN show them that we’re not affected by their behavior in the slightest by simply ignoring them. But if need be, we shouldn’t hesitate to report them to the police.
Also, here are a few pointers to keep in mind:
1. Make sure you are properly covered. Even if you’re walking to the grocery store that’s just one block away from your house. Women talk all the time about how it shouldn’t matter what clothes we wear, we deserve respect regardless and stuff. But here’s the thing, a woman in skimpy clothing is going to appear more attractive than the one wearing loose clothes. I’m not saying that fully covered women do not get catcalled, but the chances of that happening are greatly reduced.
“O Prophet! Tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to draw their Jalabib over their bodies. That will be better that they should be known so as not to be annoyed. And Allah is Ever Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.)” (Surah Al-Ahzab 33:59)
There is no doubt that the woman who observes hijab completely (properly covers herself) and has the characteristics of chastity and modesty will protect herself and her honor. Also, Allah سبحانه و تعالى has promised to the women who observe complete hijab and protect their honour from haram (unlawful) things, forgiveness and a great reward .
2. Educate your children on the dangers of the outside world. I don’t think it’s wise to hide these things from kids in today’s world. It’s not safe anymore. Tell them about the “bad guys” and the ways they might try to harm them. Always make them feel comfortable to open up to you whatever it’s about and whenever they want to. If possible try to accompany them wherever they want to go. Don’t send them alone to the grocery, parks or playgrounds….I don’t know a thing about parenting so I may not be qualified to give advice on this matter but all I’m trying to say is that keep your children safe.
3. Express yourself. There’s no real point in bottling up your feelings and silently suffering. If you are a victim of abuse please know that you have every right to be heard. It wasnt your fault and nobody’s gonna judge you.
It’s been so very long since I wrote a song,
I was young and naïve, an apprentice to life
had a lot to figure out,
but through all the confusion,
through the ups and downs
I didn’t accept defeat, didn’t retreat
But now my words are stuck on repeat
I can’t find the rhythm to my beat
It seems I keep hitting all the wrong notes
every time I try it somehow feels incomplete
even when I know it’s right up my street
I just don’t feel up to it.
Words don’t flow
Oh the words just don’t flow from my heart anymore
My thoughts are a tangled mess,
I’m confused I confess.,
lost in an imaginary space in my head
The night sky is illuminated by city lights
I see people moving around
I hear sounds in the background
But nothing’s clear despite how bright and loud it is
my mind’s racing , trying to think
of ways to relate to this world
this life, the struggle, the strife
the when’s, what’s and why’s…
Words don’t flow
Oh the words just don’t flow from my heart anymore
I know this feeling all too well
And I know this is the journey,
the journey I got to make
yet I don’t know which path to take…
I’ve had enough confusion, enough lies,
enough putting-on-the-tough girl-act
ain’t gonna let it get to me no more,
Time to get out of it and be sure,
of myself and everything I stand for.
I’ll figure out a way to make the words flow
Just the way they used to.
Words will flow
Oh the words will flow from my heart
like they used to.
* * *
Disclaimer : This is not how I’m feeling right now. In fact this isn’t me. At all. Yes I do have my weak moments and sometimes even pity parties (wait did I just say that out loud? 🙊 pretend you didn’t hear me) but I’m not usually one for expressing my feelings and then somehow magically feeling good about stuff. Because honestly venting my frustrations only makes me more anxious. That actually puts me in a pretty good position because then I’m compelled to figure things out myself and deal with and get over crappy situations on my own without feeling the need to involve another person and further add to the anxiety.. Alhumdulillah. 🙂
Anyway so it’s been almost a month since my last post. It’s such a shame, I know. I had thought of writing a blog on comparative religion but couldn’t get around to it due to stuff. But you wouldn’t believe how many unfinished poems I have in my drafts! And guess what? I’m going to try to complete all of them and post them here before Ramadan insha’Allah!
May Allah سبحانه و تعالى grant us the ability and guide us to do maximum ibadah solely seeking His Pleasure in the blessed month of Ramadan and throughout the year. Ameen.
Listening to the relaxing
sounds of nature
walking on a long,
Uncertain where it leads to,
trying to find myself.
the journey finally
Used to hate
the wrong turns.
but now I know there is a reason
Things aren’t always perfect,
at some points in life
we might regret
the choices we made,
become disappointed in ourselves
when something doesn’t go our way,
and feel lost
this is what the journey of life
is all about.
It’s ok to lose focus sometimes,
but having a sense of direction,
of meaning, and purpose
is most important,
and knowing what you want,
doing things for yourself,
self love is something we all
* * *
The problem with us human beings is that as we grow older we tend to think that we can handle anything that may come our way. Because we’ve done it before so why not again? We’ve seen it all, done it all, lost sleep over it, tackled it first thing in the morning, every morning, for God knows how long, till we were able to conquer it all. These “victories” lead us into having an unrealistic and overly high opinion of ourselves. As a result we are not prepared for things that can actually throw us off balance.
And when something does throw us off balance, challenging us to stay calm and maintain our inner peace, we lose it. Up goes in smoke all the effort we put into being at peace with our lives. We end up doing something so stupid, so bad, so ugly that it leaves a permanent mark on our memories. Don’t even get me started on regret.
Mistakes, screw-ups, failure are a part of life. Never forget this.Get over it.
One of the important lessons I’ve learned in life is to not be hard on myself. Often times we get so tired and disappointed of not being able to measure up to our own expectations that we become our own worst critics. Belittling our capabilities, criticizing our choices and decisions, beating ourselves up over little things is not going to help. Rather, what’s essential is to get to the root of the problem. Because once we manage to figure out what’s wrong, we will be able to effectively tackle the problem because that’s what heroes do right? 😎
But what has problem solving got to do with inner peace?
The short answer is: everything.
Although at the surface level the two may appear to be opposing ideas, since problem solving involves confronting the problem head on and therefore may be perceived as something that is stressful and disruptive to peace; it is important to realize that it is only through problem solving that one can attain inner peace. I mean, come on, there’s a problem, we can’t just sit there and expect it to go away on its own, can we? Let’s be realistic, it doesn’t work like that.
We don’t really have to look through library shelves for books after books that give us sophisticated ideas to deal with problems in sophisticated ways though. Because Islam simplifies it for us.
Allah عزّ و جل Says in the Noble Quran,
“The believers are only those who, when Allah is mentioned, their hearts become fearful, and when His verses are recited to them, it increases them in faith; and upon their Lord they rely” (Surah Al-Anfal 8:2)
Key phrase: “upon their Lord they rely”
What the West calls “optimism” is from an Islamic perspective complete and unwavering trust in Allah.
Putting one’s complete trust in Allah involves two things: 1) relying on Allah and believing that whatever He wills, occurs and that whatever He does not Will does not occur; and 2) taking appropriate measures.
The Prophet ﷺ is reported to have said in a hadith:
“…Strive to seek that which will benefit you and do not feel helpless. If something overwhelms you, then say: Qaddarallah, wa ma sha’a fa’al (It is the decree of Allah and what He wills He does). And beware of (saying) ‘If only,’ for ‘If only opens the door to Satan.” (Sunan Ibn Majah Vol. 5, Book 37, Hadith 4168)
Taking appropriate measures and doing things that will help us reach our goals or solve our problems is part of putting our trust in Allah. Also seeking Divine Guidance by means of Salatul Istikhara, a highly recommended Sunnah, will help make things easier by the Will of Allah.
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P.S This post was written in haste so please forgive any error I may have made. I was supposed to complete this earlier today but I put it off till the end as always. Hopefully next time I’ll prepare well before time which reminds me that I’ve already decided on my next topic. 😊 Alhumdulillah. But I’m taking suggestions anyway. I’d love to know your opinions on what I should write on insha’Allah!
She had a smile that could melt
the hardest of hearts,
and a heart that knew no hatred, no discrimination,
or what it was like to be cold and distant,
instead acceptance and friendship was what she stood for.
But she was nothing like them,
she didn’t own any shorts or crop-tops
didn’t listen to music or follow celebrity gossip,
she didn’t talk to boys regardless
of what they thought of her
regardless of what anyone thought
she believed people’s opinions were just that: opinions
and irrelevant when it came to her faith
and pleasing her Lord
a lil friendship wouldn’t hurt though she thought.
It was her love of people,
of the stories they carried in their hearts,
their unique philosophies of life,
their thoughts, their beliefs
and the overall fascinating strangeness surrounding them
that intrigued her and somehow
made her feel connected.
as if she was one of them.
But she was nothing like them.
The girl on the football team
strong and beautiful
the girl who’s voice was a nightingale’s,
the girl who looked like a model straight
out of Vogue, glamorous and confident
the poetess, her words the sweetest candy
the ballet girl, the cheerleader,
the quiet, the loud, the blonde, the brunette
and every other girl she met,
she wanted to be friends with them all
she just didn’t know otherwise,
couldn’t think otherwise,
but they seemed to think otherwise
she was told to go away
she was the piece that didn’t fit
an outcast, an outsider,
just a stranger.
She was nothing like them.
Except if she tried to fit in
they’d think about letting her in
was what they made clear from the very beginning,
They were too confident, too proud
of having set standards too high,
anticipated witnessing her struggle
to reach them,
do things to please them,
But they couldn’t have been more wrong.
Her luminous eyes that once held friendly warmth,
mirrored the hurt that she felt inside
mixed with disappointment, and sadness
that she had not known before.
but also a strange kind of hope,
hope that seemed too unreal,
but strangely strong and undying,
She refused to give in.
cause she was nothing like them.
she was of the ghurabaa.
As Salamualaikum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuhu everyone!
I know I know it’s been a really long time… but can we just skip all the formalities and get straight to the important stuff? Because that’s just so much more convenient than having to give any sort of explanation for anything…which is just going to be awkward anyway. I’m not taking no for an answer.
So I cut this poem short, hence the abrupt ending. I cut it short because I’m going to explain it in a bit more in detail here…
I’m not sure how many of you could relate to this poem, but the primary reason I chose to write about this issue was that I was thinking about how children, especially teenagers (sometimes even adults, but that’s a different story altogether) feel pressured to “fit in” with a certain crowd. When I think back to my days at school, I was no different, I remember having to struggle to just find my place. Not because I was some kind of a sociopath or loner, quite the opposite actually. I could strike up a conversation with just anyone and not end up embarrassing myself in the process, as a matter of fact, but that was up until I wasn’t aware of my religious values, didn’t know right from wrong, or the directions to my house (I still get them mixed up, just kidding).
If there was one thing I could tell my thirteen-year-old self it would be this: just be you. Screw people, screw standards and screw popularity. It’s really disturbing to see kids (I mean teenagers but I’m still going to refer to them as kids, I’m annoying like that deal with it 😄) trying so hard to prove themselves. I’m not saying that’s wrong, if you want to prove yourself go ahead, show the world what you’re capable of, there is no age limit for that, but what I’m saying is direct the energy and determination on the right things. Especially as Muslims it is important to realize that there can be nothing and I mean nothing more beautiful or appealing than the religion of Islam, our values and our obligations. You need to understand that there is so much more to life than “fitting in” with the “cool kids”. I mean, really?
As cliché as it sounds, it’s the responsibility of parents to inculcate religious values in their children from a young age. They need to be educated about right and wrong, sin and temptation and about the virtues of having good character and doing the right thing. At all times. No matter what.
It was narrated from Abu Hurairah that the Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said:
“Islam began as something strange and will go back to being strange,
Not the kind of fantasy in a child’s head
Of fairies, unicorns and magic spells
Knowing well that it’s a lie
Just imagination allowed to run wild
Temporary happiness, a moment of ecstasy
The child doesn’t live in fantasy.
But what happens when you try to live a lie
Ignoring the fact that it is one,
Reveling in its fake yet soothing existence?
Mistaking it’s transience for the so-called forever
Believing that it’s never gonna end
Adding color after color to the false picture you’re painting
Till it’s finished and is just how you imagined it
But then it all starts to fade away
Disappearing into thin air
That’s when you realize it was just in your head
Upset that you knowingly played yourself
Signs that you chose to ignore
Things that you desperately held on to
Despite knowing they were untrue,
Kept denying what you knew.
Now lost in confusion
The thoughts in your mind messed up
Your feelings with no place to stay
As your heart ceases to care.
I see in front of me
A vulnerable girl
Afraid of letting people into her life
Putting her guard down
Questions clouding her mind,
Answers she desperately seeks
Her eyes a pool of confusion
Tears unsure of their existence and purpose
She feels nothing, absolutely nothing,
Yet they flow.
Living, trying to survive
In a world infected with hypocrisy and hatred
That destroyed her innocence and virtue
Ripped away love and hope from her heart.
She puts on a facade
Walling in her sensitivity with bricks of cynicism
Concealing her positivity with a veil of skepticism
Refusing to acknowledge her fears
She wants to let go
Wants to be able to trust again
Without the constant fear of being let down
But she doesn’t know, she’s unsure
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, counts till ten
And that’s all it takes to change into the person
She’s getting used to being
Cold, cynical, unfeeling.
Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuhu!
It’s been a reaaaally long time and I know that normally I would apologize for my absence, explain why I went MIA, make promises to be consistent blah blah blah… but guess what? This time I’m not gonna do any of that. The reason behind that is very simple. Or maybe it’s a lil complicated. I mean it’s pretty clear in my head but it might seem somewhat complicated to your minds cause that’s what usually happens right? At least that’s how it is with me. Like all the time. But hopefully things will change someday insha’Allah…buuut anywayyy why am I even talking about that? Let’s focus on today’s post.
Ok. So I wrote this poem sometime ago…and as you can see it’s very gloomy, sad and depressing, crushing all hope, or possibility of there being any hope. Your guess might be that I wrote it to vent out my frustrations or whatever. And maybe that’s correct to a certain extent. But not entirely correct. To tell you the truth I really don’t know why I wrote this, and what was going through my mind when I wrote it.
The thing is, I feel that lately almost everything that I’m writing is leaning more towards negativity (I don’t mean for the blog, just what I write usually)…And I absolutely hate it. I want to write something uplifting, something that would make me or anyone who reads it smile or make them feel better and give them hope. I mean life is so short. I really think it’s pointless to dwell on sad and negative thoughts. I mean, seriously, what’s the point? I know it helps vent feelings, make sense of situations and understand ourselves better and stuff. But I’m sure that CAN also be done without being negative or having a negative outlook. Right?
Sometimes it’s good to be completely honest with yourself. And not give yourself false hopes or anything. I totally agree with that. But that does not necessarily mean that you must substitute negativity for positivity, or pessimism for optimism, or hate for love, or cynicism for trust.
Never let go of hope. That’s the bottom line. No matter how broken you are, or having a hard time, struggling to just be happy or get what you want in life… Just remember that nothing great ever came that easy (it’s a quote I read somewhere). So stay positive! 😊✌
~ إِنَّ اللَّهَ مَعَ الصَّابِرِينَ ~
“…Indeed, Allah is with the patient.”
(Surah Al Baqarah 2:153)
One of the fundamental beliefs of Christianity is that sin is inherited. It is alleged that human beings are sinful by birth due to the sin committed by Adam (alayhi salaam) who ate from the tree made forbidden to him, which caused him to be expelled from Paradise. Although it’s interesting to note that within the Bible itself there are different versions of the same story and the accounts vary considerably. Nevertheless, this doctrine, known as the “Original Sin”, forms the very basis of the Christian faith as other important doctrines of the religion like incarnation, atonement and redemption are directly linked to it. If one were to reject the original sin it would lead to the rejection of the atonement and in turn Christianity itself. Because if human beings do not bear the sin of Adam in the first place then there would be no need for a sacrifice to atone for it.
Prophet Adam (as) is mentioned at various places in the Quran too. For instance, in Surah Ta-Ha verses 115-122, Allah ‘Azza Wa Jal mentions the creation of Adam, His Command to the angels to prostrate to Adam as a sign of honor and respect. The enmity of Iblis for the Children of Adam (his descendants, the entire human race) is also mentioned.
One important difference in Islam and Christianity is that Islam DOES NOT promote the Original Sin. Regarding the sin of Adam (as), the Quran tells us that he repented for his sin. Allah revealed to him words of repentance, which He then accepted from him and thus he was cleansed of the sin which he committed.
(Know they not that Allah accepts repentance from His servants) (9:104),
~وَمَن يَعْمَلْ سُوءاً أَوْ يَظْلِمْ نَفْسَهُ~
(And whoever does evil or wrongs himself) (4:110) and
~وَمَن تَابَ وَعَمِلَ صَـلِحاً~
(And whosoever repents and does righteous good deeds) (25:71).
The Ayat mentioned above, testify to the fact that Allah forgives the sins of whoever repents, demonstrating His kindness and mercy towards His creation and servants.
[Tafsir Ibn Kathir]
Therefore unlike Christianity that considers sin to be passed down from Adam to the rest of the creation and human nature to be sinful (which, if true, would’ve been quite unfair to be honest), Islam holds Adam (as) was forgiven by Allah and that sin is not inherited. Also that every individual is born in a state of spiritual purity, free from sin known as the fitra. Every person is equally capable of both good and evil. We’ve been created with free will, so it is only natural that we may fall into sin if we let ourselves be tempted by Satan. For this very reason it is important that we strive hard to stay away from temptations and work towards attaining the Pleasure of Allah. We are not expected to be perfect but that doesn’t mean we won’t be held accountable for our deeds.
“..And every soul earns not [blame] except against itself, and no bearer of burdens will bear the burden of another…” (Quran 6:164)
I’ll address this in more detail in another post insha’Allah.
P.S: I was initially going to write on another topic, but it turned out that it was huge and there was a lot to read on it so this is kinda like a last minute thing. I’m travelling this week, but once I’m back I’ll make it up to you guys haha. Insha’Allah.
Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuhu everyone!
How you guys doing? The month of Dhul Hijjah starts tomorrow! I’m sure many of us know the significance of worshipping in the first ten days of this month. But for those of us who don’t and as a reminder to the rest, here’s a hadith that talks about it:
Ibn ‘Abbas (may Allah be pleased with him) reported that the Prophet (صلى الله عليه وسلم) said: “There are no days in which righteous deeds are more beloved to Allah than these ten days.” The people asked, “Not even jihad for the sake of Allah?” He said, “Not even jihad for the sake of Allah, except in the case of a man who went out to fight giving himself and his wealth up for the cause, and came back with nothing.”
(Reported by al-Bukhaari, 2/457).
Hope we’ll all utilize this opportunity to do as many good deeds as we can that will help our eeman grow and take us closer to Allah ‘Azza wa Jal. May Allah Ta’aala accept it from us and may Allah accept the Hajj of everyone who’s gone for Hajj this year. Ameen.
Remember me in your precious duas ❤
Anddd here’s a li’l rap for you guys! I know that probably sounds like a pie in the sky but man no lie, if the sky’s the limit I’ma learn to fly! 😋
Haha seriously I would really appreciate it if you read it and lemme know what you think. As always any feedback is welcome.
With everything that’s happenin around in the name of Islam
Its become the talk of the town, they say Muslims be haters all around the world1
Women forced to stay at home, cover up,
Stripped of their freedom unlike every other grownup!2
I mean that’s just simply messed up 3
Nah. Hold up.
Before you try to diss my religion based on your misconceptions,
Just calm down and get your facts right first
And instead of believin what the media says, do your own research!
Just to give you a heads up though, the reality
Is not always the same as what you’re shown on tv,
There’s more to Islam than hijab and polygamy,
And mind you terrorism is not one of them, homie.
‘Nuff said. But I’m not gonna stop yet.
Cause ain’t nothin more important I can think of right now
Than gettin the point across, so lemme begin with the basics,
This stuff is technical, it might get somewhat complicated
But because everything in Islam has a basis
Eventually it will all make sense, you just gotta be a lil patient.
Human beings were created for a purpose,
To worship the One and Only God who made us.
And this isn’t just any story I made up,
The same message was preached for ages by prophets and messengers.
Sent by God to this earth with Divine Signs from Him.
The religion became complete with the Qur’an revealed,
To the last Messenger, Muhammad4, who was the seal of the Prophets5
The only Scripture preserved and protected from being corrupted,
Unlike the Bible and the Torah and every other scripture that came before it!
It’s plain and simple, just think about it, how do you justify your belief that god died?!
Was tried and crucified, chose to be sacrificed?!6
We seek refuge in Allah, He’s Exalted, the Most High, He’s above all that they lie!
Ain’t no justification for ignorance, mate.
I mean no exaggeration but the only way to salvation is submission to the Creator and not His creation!
1. This is referring to Islamophobia. Some people just can’t help themselves from attributing the crimes done by people who are Muslim or call themselves Muslim to Islam. But when a Christian does the same they never blame it on Christianity. Why such double standards?
2. Sorry for the awkward example but I had to mention it cause some people think covering up somehow oppresses women which is NOT TRUE. I mean, nothing can be further from the truth! Hijab is nothing but empowering!
3. Sarcasm. XD
4. SallaAllahu alayhi wa sallam
5. “Muhammad (SAW) is not the father of any man among you, but he is the Messenger of Allah and the last (end) of the Prophets. And Allah is Ever AllAware of everything.” Surah Al-Ahzab 33:40
6. The Christian belief that Prophet Jesus (عليه السلام) supposedly the son of god who was also god sacrificed himself to free mankind from the burden of sin which doesn’t make any sense whatsoever for many reasons. Read Ten Reasons Why Jesus isn’t God, for the proof and to get a better understanding of the topic.
I’m sitting on this bench,
Watching people passing by,
Go about their daily lives,
Chasing dreams across the skies.
Funny that it reminds me of when I was little,
And used to chase butterflies ,
Believing I could catch them if I tried.
God, how quickly time flew by
I didn’t even realize…
And now I sit here wondering
Just what I’m doing with my life.
My mind’s filled with
Thoughts as empty as
The space I’ve been staring at.
I got opportunities in front of me
Yet I keep looking back,
Should I go for it?
What if I fall?
What if I make the same mistakes again?
At the end of the day,
I know I can’t be perfect anyway.
Cause nobody is and can never be
All I want right now is to be me
A little trust in myself
A little courage
That’s all I need.
And everything’s going to be okay.
No matter what choice you make
Those who truly love you
Will have only good things to say
You might hear bitter words from some though
But that’s because they don’t care.
You don’t have to please everyone you meet
So do what makes you happy
Go to places where you want to be
Life’s too short to doubt yourself
Or pretend to be someone else
I keep telling this to myself every day,
Don’t be afraid if you feel lost today,
It’s okay to not be okay.
You’ll find your way someday.
This was just something I wrote to myself some time ago. One of those times when you really need to give yourself time to sort out your feelings and understand yourself…guess that explains the lack of a rhyme scheme, the uneven metres and disconnected thoughts haha 😁…I think the message of the poem is pretty simple though, that nobody is perfect and there is room for improvement for all of us.
So like I promised this post is on Comparative Religion, but before I start I’d like to add a disclaimer that I’m not an expert on this topic and whatever I say is just from the lil research I managed to do (I’ve tried to give references wherever possible). So if you think something I say is wrong feel free to correct me.
This is about a discussion I once had with a Christian friend on the trinity. We already know that the trinity is the central belief of Christianity and every Christian (with the exception of a few denominations) believes in it. I agree I haven’t read much on this topic but I’ve had quite a few discussions on it with people over the past few years but none have been able to explain it so far, every person has their own version of what it is.
As a side note, I think while doing dawah it is extremely important to be careful of what we say and the methods we apply because often times our intentions are good but the way we go about calling people to Islam is incorrect which sometimes results in pushing them further away from Islam. So we should avoid going to extremes. Our duty is to only present the message of Islam to them and not try to prove a point or win an argument. I learned it the hard way but hey, we learn from our mistakes, right?
So anyway I was talking to my friend and something she said at some point in the discussion really stood out to me. She said,
“How can the puny human mind fully comprehend God?”
It made sense tbh. How can we comprehend God Almighty, The Creator of the entire universe, of everything that exists in the world, of which we’re merely a tiny little part?
But regardless, that certainly should not be used as an excuse to not know God Almighty. Because if we don’t know God and what He commands us to do and the ways in which we should worship Him then how are we gonna worship Him correctly?
Allah Ta’aala Says in the Qur’an,
《 وَلَا يُحِيطُونَ بِشَيْءٍ مِنْ عِلْمِهِ إِلَّا بِمَا شَاءَ》 “And they will never compass anything of His Knowledge except that which He wills.” (Surah Al-Baqarah 2:255)
Scholars have said that “This part of the Ayah indicates that no one ever acquires knowledge of Allah and His Attributes, except what He conveys to them.” (Tafsir Ibn Kathir)
“Neither can imagination conceive of Him nor can understanding fathom Him.” (Aqeedatut Tahawiyyah, p41)
So it’s true, like my friend said, that we cannot fully comprehend God. We can never truly understand the true extent of Allah’s Might and Power and His Divine Nature. Simply because it is way beyond the reach of our minds. Even the Prophet ( صلى الله عليه وسلم ) warned us against dwelling on thoughts that we cannot grasp.
Abu Hurayrah (رضي الله عنه) related that Allaah’s Messenger (صلى الله عليه وسلم) said, “Satan will come to everyone of you and ask: Who created this and that?—until he questions: Who created your Lord? When he comes to that, one should seek refuge in Allaah [say: I affirm my faith in Allaah and His prophets] and avoid [such thoughts].”
Key phrase: “avoid such thoughts”
The human mind is limited and it is impossible for it to understand the Creator who is eternal and infinite and cannot be understood in terms of material existence. Therefore intentionally delving into matters of the unseen, trying to unveil mysteries of the Divine, and believing we are somehow miraculously capable of it is what the Prophet ( صلى الله عليه وسلم) warned us against. But this does not in any way mean that there is zero possibility of knowing God because Allah سبحانه و تعالى Himself revealed to man some of His Attributes through the Qur’an so that we may worship Him correctly and not associate any partners with Him.
《 وَمَا يُؤْمِنُ أَكْثَرُهُمْ بِاللَّهِ إِلَّا وَهُمْ مُشْرِكُونَ》 “And most of them believe not in Allah except that they attribute partners unto Him [i.e. they are Mushrikun -polytheists]” (Surah Ta-Ha 12:106)
Not understanding God could result in confusing His Attributes with those of creation which might thereby lead to deification of creation. An example is Christianity.
The Qur’an states,
《لَيْسَ كَمِثْلِهِ شَيْء》 “…there is nothing like unto Him…” ( Surah Ash-Shura 42:11)
There are many such verses in the Qur’an that give us an idea of the Divine Attributes of Allah. It is essential for our faith that we affirm and understand these Attributes as they are and not give them additional meanings.
So yeah I guess that’s about it. Hope you liked reading this. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this topic and as always your comments and any feedback will be appreciated. 😊
May Allah سبحانه و تعالى keep us steadfast on His Deen. Ameen.
There’s no shame in buying your favorite brands;
Be it a dress from Guess, a pair of jeans from Forever 21 or somewhere else
Even if there’s no sale who cares, right? I can totally understand
Cause you may not be a princess but you deserve to look your best.
It’s ok to get all dolled up like Barbie for an all girls party
Just make sure there are no guys around, honey.
Cause if you really love your body
You wouldn’t put it on show for just anybody.
Truth be told, to the world you’re just an object, an eye candy
Girl, I’m sorry but don’t you see
The double standards of society?
That measures your beauty by the size of your booty
Not your qualifications or your personality.
I don’t want to sound radical, but let’s be practical
When was the last time you were complimented for your skills
Not just your curves, your eyes, size or your skin
You might think I’m making a mountain out of a molehill,
I mean who doesn’t like being called beautiful, but still
The truth is the battle we girls be playin with ourselves
Ain’t going nowhere but downhill.
Where’s our self-worth, our self-respect,
Are we cool with being reduced to mere objects?
We don’t have to conform to any messed up standards,
Dressing up how the world wants us to dress up.
Like who are we trying to impress?
I mean, what’s the point of all those
Visits to the parlor, clean up, bleach, makeup
Fake tan, highlights and what not.
Oh and did I mention the extra hours we spend working out,
Just to stay in shape,
So that guys look at us and say…well, they shouldn’t be saying anything in the first place!
I mean weren’t we commanded to lower our gaze?
Which reminds me of something important
Brothers you think you’re tough and smart and brave and strong
Well, I ain’t saying you’re wrong.
But let me ask you something, is it so difficult to lower your gaze?
Where’s your sense of shame?
You can’t help yourself from staring at girls,
I mean no offence, I’m just telling it like it is
“Oh it’s just the first glance,” you say, but lemme guess
Isn’t she the girl from your class that you see literally every single day?
But anyway, keep at it, I mean who knows?
Maybe someday you’ll finally be able to make her your bae.
Or maybe not, cause contrary to what you believe
She’s probably way out of your league.
But whatever it is, you do realize you cannot avoid blame
Once you fall prey to Satan and his tricky games
This might sound strange, but whether it’s your cousin or your classmate,
They’re all the same, non-mahram, the rules don’t change.
So let me ask you again, where is your sense of shame?
But make no mistake, the command to lower the gaze
Applies to women as much as it applies to men
Cause we’re equally at the risk of being tempted by Satan
Like we’re reminded in the Qur’an time and again.
Whatever happened to obedience.
There is a lot to say but I rest my case
Cause it’s such a disgrace, what a sorry state of affairs
To forget that we’re merely slaves. Of the One Above, and if it wasn’t for His Grace
Imagine what would’ve happened to the human race.
“And if Allah were to impose blame on the people for what they have earned, He would not leave upon the earth any creature. But He defers them for a specified term. And when their time comes, then indeed Allah has ever been, of His servants, Seeing.”
(Surah Fatir 35:45)
Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuhu everyone!
I’ve missed this place so much! But I’m really glad to be back Alhumdulillah 😊
Although it feels so awkward talking to ya’ll after such a long break. You know like the awkward moment when you meet a friend after a very long time and you’re both just awkwardly staring at each other’s faces wondering how to keep the conversation going and asking about the weather doesn’t help reduce the awkwardness a bit.
That’s exactly how I’m feeling right now. Like what should I say next. But anyway, screw it. I’ve got something interesting coming up for ya’ll Insha’Allah.
A post on Comparative Religion! (Ok I know some of you think stuff like comparative religion is theory-ish and boring but I like doing research. And there was a time I was really into it so yeah I might want to share some of my experiences with you all insha’Allah)
Ohh and let me know what you think about the poem! 😊
Darkness covers every inch of my being
Emptiness fills every space in my mind
The void in my heart deepens
As I drift down the corridors of my past
That link it to my present.
I’m in a sudden silence, yet all too familiar
Begging a thousand questions
Painful, brutally painful questions
I try to resist with confidence
The questions that keep ringing in my conscience.
Why? They ask me why
Why does the darkness and emptiness bother you?
But every time I hear those words
I feel a storm brewing inside of me
And it’s not silent anymore
I hear the desperate cries
The reproaching words, the warnings
Of my pleading soul
Screaming cusses, going ballistic
It’s just crazy in there
And I’m almost to tears
Wishing I never hear those words again
Only I know I will
It’s just a matter of time
I can sense the calm before the storm
As I try to play it cool
Act as if everything is okay.
And walk away Heedless.
Can I just pretend that I’m not posting after yet another unreasonably long period of silence? 😜