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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A humble poem I wish to share “Mohabbat” When all was created and the pens were lifted and the ink had dried A humble few were destined to live in blessed land of honour and pride Soon, they walked upon the mountains & through valleys living with a code There was a simple man who[…]
I close my eyes as I write the words I can see are on the inside of my lids.
I hear the sounds around me but I can’t see their purpose
I hold a torch to light a path through the trees
I open my eyes to see the past of the person in front of me walking into their own future
Everyone moving from one lane to another but getting no where
Not any different than those in the lane they were in before
My deepest sympathy to the parents of the deceased children at Sandy Hook Elementary school in Connecticut. Tears as I look on the reports and realise the tender lives taken and their carers/ teachers who were only working for their future. I pray Allah grant their hearts guidance and sukoon. I only wish for goodness and some peace from Him so they may find their way to continue their lives knowing those little miracles will not be going to school on Monday. They were all our children to as every single parent in the world tonight will look at their own children with worry, fear and empathy for the parents who now know loss no parents should ever have to know. May you all…
[No preview: this is a protected post]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
A simple reminder was a lecture given at a funeral a few years ago.
Tawbah is like morphine when coupled with ikhlaas seeping from my soul
Do you know what’s been tightening my turban lately? It’s Easy space.
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