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Heart Quake

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Published on: November 29, 2011

Heart Quakes

The black and white of day and night push the soul
To temptations or revelations the good bad and foul
Light brings not the good one would wish for
But extinguishes darkness playing its evil role

The great Sun submits and bows in awe of His Majesty
The Humble Moon reflects light upon life and its tragedy
Thus clouds bring the roaring thunder and lightning
To explain in due time how we’re transcending the boundary

Eons pass by as galaxies swing dance by one another
Orchestrated submission beyond imaginations rather
The creation dances in worship as souls ponder
Feelings of lost paths while found is my brother

Filling the sky with sins like black clouds bringing bad news
Flooding the sea with transgressions unable to pay their dues
Forming hopeless waves often forgetting thus are forgotten
Redemption awaits the swimming struggling flying to choose

Convince me to make sense of the confusions plotted and tried
Make sense of it all and eat from the carcass of deeds cried
Heart quakes shake the earth to wake from its truth belied
Crisp clarity is only of that which we have not yet died

When the sky rips open to open the chest of deeds all exposing
When the child stands to testify against the criminal recanting
The soul finally breathes truth in purity but much too late
The smoke clears to show what it wouldn’t see before opposing

Enchanting in its own darkness for love life and redemption
Ah that I breathe this breath not knowing costs of temptation
Loving and hating is relative to what end the soul desires
So bring only what you are willing to carry for presentation

Choose a path to pave for your heart to wonder and ponder to take
Lest a path be chosen for you to the places which make your heart quake
Right or left is left to your free will yet imprisoned to make the choice
While Guidance waits submission love & repentance for you to make


By: Jalal ibn Sa’eed Mohabbat

Clot My Veins

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Published on: April 1, 2011

‎~ Desires are blood dripping from my eyes as my heart weeps for its slips
Pain isn’t enough to clot my veins my tears rain upon the cold ice floor
Tawbah is like morphine when coupled with ikhlaas seeping from my soul
Persevering with faith from the truth that binds me to my sins needing more ~


Are we as dedicated as Sohaila and Farookh?

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Published on: December 31, 2010

Are we as dedicated as Sohaila and Farookh?

Short Video reminder –
Sohaila and Faroukh

or read the text version: (May Allah reward the one who typed this up)

One day in the days of Bani Ummayah, rahimahumullah, after the Khulafaa’ ar-Raashideen, when Islaam used to be the dominant power in the whole Earth, when the Muslim country was the biggest country amongst all the others, and specifically in the city of the Prophet Sallallaahu `alaihi wa sallam, in Al-Madinah Al-Munawwarah, there was a gathering, a Muslim gathering, of some sahaba and some tabi`een, attending a wedding of two young but yet righteous Muslims. These two were Sohaila and Farrookh. Sohaila was the wife and Farrookh was the husband. (more…)

My Deen in words

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Published on: December 28, 2010

The sins which drip from my finger tips often haunt and taunt me. If Tawbah could take form of rain I could not bathe my pain enough to cure me of regret and fear. Only deeds that bleed from our desires can cause such distress its clear. My Deen shows me the cures and offers me hope of a better tomorrow whether here on earth or somewhere else divine.

I pray I can share benefits and reap rewards with you bi’ithnillah ta’ala.

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