She opened her eyes on the morning sunlight just to realize she has to wake up to get ready for work. Submitting to this fact she woke up, sat on her bed, looked outside the near by window, to find the sky exceptionally beautiful this morning.It was all bluish mixed with thick lines of orange and yellow like it has been painted by an extraordinary artist.
"it's beautiful" she thought, Yet suddenly all the great feelings she was having reflecting on the beautiful colored sky started to fade away with a familiar set of feelings invading her..the feelings she has everyday, at the same time, at the same place.
Trying to break everyday's routine she took out a pen and a paper from the
desk beside her bed & started writing..
"How long do i have to wait , do i have to suffer,
Do i have to endure all this pain?
This pain in my chest burning...burning so deeply
inside that i feel it in every vein, in every vessel
Flowing through me like blood
The pain of rejection, of humiliation, of neediness..
For how much long do i have to bear it?
I tried..
very hardly i tried..
so honestly and deeply i tried..
Reminding myself of patience..but why does patience have to hurt so badly?
why does it have to be this hard?
I feel i'm like an old rusty mop, one more careless attempt and
it dwells across the floor in pieces..
Trying hardly not to fall apart, not to loose faith i have one
remaining dream..My soul flying freely to it's eternal destination
where no one & nothing could hurt me by any means.. where i would
be finally happy and in peace..where i would be eternally..FREE."
Ending her words she teared the paper into pieces, laid down in her bed
closing her eyes wishing she could sleep forever..
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Intentions
A close look on the importance of intentions in gaining thawab and ajr and getting closer to our Lord..
Waking up in the morning, gotta make my prayer
Am I really gonna' make it, when there is no one there?
Taking trips to the masjid (mosque), even when it's tough
Am I going for the sake of Allah? Am I showing off?
Gonna' get me the knowledge, gonna study Islam
Am I going just to build my ego? so they call me “the Man”?
Does it matter if the people respect me, when its not for Allah?
When I know anytime He can take me, without one real du'a (prayer)
Does it matter if they say I'm a big shot?
when I get no reward for my deeds
And I'm dragged on the Day of Resurrection
Cause of the folks that I wanted to please
Plus I know that Allah has the power
To raise me up in their eyes if it need be
I should always make my intentions, for my Lord, Allah completely
Are my Intentions alright? am I doing it for Allah?
When I'm looking deep, deep down inside, do I have the right niyyah?
Wearing thoubs with a kufi, kufi
Miswaks leather socks like the old days
Am I trying to follow the Prophet? or am I seeking praise?
Giving talks on Islam to people
I'd be quoting Hadith and Qur'an
Am I speaking so they like how I'm speaking? and they say I'm “the Bomb”
Donating to Islamic centers, giving money so the Deen can grow
Am I giving for the sake of Allah? or is it for show?
Many times I have found my intentions
Are not what I want them to be
I know I start on the right direction
But Shaitan starts talking to me
And I forget that without my niyyah, I'm just wasting my time
My intentions cannot bring the reward, when they're out of line
So I pray to Allah to help me, to do everything for Him only
Doesn't matter if the people despise me
Cause with Allah I can never be lonely
Yah Allah, accept this niyyah
Coming from young Muslims striving to be believers
So on the day, our deeds You'll measure.
Know we only did this strictly for Your pleasure, Your pleasure
Your mercy, Your ajur (reward), Your Jannah (heaven), forever and ever and ever
And reward us for those who listen
Heeded to the message, changing their condition
And know that everything up until this point I've ever written
I submit as my repentance
And if its blessings You're sending my way
I beg You hold them to the judgement day
so maybe in Jannah I can look back and say...it was a lovely day, a lovely, a lovely day, yes a lovely day
Waking up in the morning, gotta make my prayer
Am I really gonna' make it, when there is no one there?
Taking trips to the masjid (mosque), even when it's tough
Am I going for the sake of Allah? Am I showing off?
Gonna' get me the knowledge, gonna study Islam
Am I going just to build my ego? so they call me “the Man”?
Does it matter if the people respect me, when its not for Allah?
When I know anytime He can take me, without one real du'a (prayer)
Does it matter if they say I'm a big shot?
when I get no reward for my deeds
And I'm dragged on the Day of Resurrection
Cause of the folks that I wanted to please
Plus I know that Allah has the power
To raise me up in their eyes if it need be
I should always make my intentions, for my Lord, Allah completely
Are my Intentions alright? am I doing it for Allah?
When I'm looking deep, deep down inside, do I have the right niyyah?
Wearing thoubs with a kufi, kufi
Miswaks leather socks like the old days
Am I trying to follow the Prophet? or am I seeking praise?
Giving talks on Islam to people
I'd be quoting Hadith and Qur'an
Am I speaking so they like how I'm speaking? and they say I'm “the Bomb”
Donating to Islamic centers, giving money so the Deen can grow
Am I giving for the sake of Allah? or is it for show?
Many times I have found my intentions
Are not what I want them to be
I know I start on the right direction
But Shaitan starts talking to me
And I forget that without my niyyah, I'm just wasting my time
My intentions cannot bring the reward, when they're out of line
So I pray to Allah to help me, to do everything for Him only
Doesn't matter if the people despise me
Cause with Allah I can never be lonely
Yah Allah, accept this niyyah
Coming from young Muslims striving to be believers
So on the day, our deeds You'll measure.
Know we only did this strictly for Your pleasure, Your pleasure
Your mercy, Your ajur (reward), Your Jannah (heaven), forever and ever and ever
And reward us for those who listen
Heeded to the message, changing their condition
And know that everything up until this point I've ever written
I submit as my repentance
And if its blessings You're sending my way
I beg You hold them to the judgement day
so maybe in Jannah I can look back and say...it was a lovely day, a lovely, a lovely day, yes a lovely day
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I asked....
This is smthn i ran into while i was searchin for some stuff online,it really touched me personally as it reminded me that Allah always answers our prayers but not necessarily in the way we want or the way we expected... im sure it'll touch u too
Enjoy...:)
I asked for strength…
And God gave me difficulties to make me strong
I asked for wisdom…
And God gave me problems to solve
I asked for prosperity…
And God gave me brain and brawn to work
I asked for courage…
And God gave me danger to overcome
I asked for love…
And God gave me troubled people to help
I asked for favours…
And God gave me opportunities
I received nothing I wanted
I received everything I needed
My prayer has been answered...;)
Saturday, July 14, 2007
IF (By KiPpling)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men can count on you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men can count on you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
Sunday, July 8, 2007
What you truly mean to me!!
If I could take a minute
To help you understand
I am a better person
Because you are my friend.
And it really doesn't matter
If we're together or apart
For I swept you up into my hands
And placed you in my heart.
And if at any moment
You ever start to doubt
There's a special bond between us
That I can't live without.
You truely are the answers
To many of my prayers
When I told God I needed
Someone who really cares.
Someone to stand beside me
To help comfort and to cope
To remind me that there's always
Some room for one to hope.
You've helped me through some things
That no one could help me through
I never knew what friendship was
Until I first met you.
And if I had one simple wish
It would surely be
That God would keep you in my life
Throughout all eternity.
And now I hope you realize
Just how much you mean to me
You are the definition
Of what a real, special person you should be
Sunday, July 1, 2007
S M I L E
She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
He remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that moment that he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering puppy And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful To be in out of the storm.
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be a President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent....and THAT is the power of a smile!
So smile away as The Messenger of Allah, upon whom be peace, said: "Every good deed is sadaqah (charity). To meet your brother with a smiling face and to pour out from your bucket into his container are sadaqah."
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
He remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that moment that he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering puppy And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful To be in out of the storm.
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be a President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent....and THAT is the power of a smile!
So smile away as The Messenger of Allah, upon whom be peace, said: "Every good deed is sadaqah (charity). To meet your brother with a smiling face and to pour out from your bucket into his container are sadaqah."
Have Courage
When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low, and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but do not quit.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you can never tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things go wrong that you must not quit.
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low, and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but do not quit.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you can never tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things go wrong that you must not quit.
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