[Poem] Good mood, good life!

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Smiles in the childhood, and lot to play
Shiny is the night, and bright is the day.
No need to worry, no reason to cry
No need of wings to get to fly.

When comes the time, when we become teenager
Friends in school, and messages on pager.
Play the football and eat the chips
Laugh a lot while having slips.

Then soon you enter the crew of youth
And this is the time to choose your booth.
One is responsibility, and other is just fun
With one comes success, and with other life burns.

Choice is yours, so select the good
And don’t hide your abilities in a hood.
Work hard and wear noble kits
Because we get spoilt by bad habits.

Then time comes, when one gets age
And bones get weak in body’s cage.
When conscious level is down, and comes nervousness
But grand daughters and sons give happiness.

Not all happiness, not all grief
In any case- be patient and heave.
There will be hard times, don’t let you hide
The thing is that, this is life.

[Poem] Glory of Islam

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                    When the things seem too dark, then Allah (swt) gives us a spark

When the shade of ignorance scares us, then the light of Quran glares us

When the desolation is at its Peak, then the Seerah of Prophet Muhammad  (sa)  is there for our relief

When we entangle in obscurity, then Islam lends us towards clarity

When the life becomes mysterious, then Iman makes us illustrious

When the loneliness tries to slaughter, then Taqwa provides us a divine partner

When the enemies try for a abase, then Jehad gives us a grace

When it is difficult to stand up, then the Pillars of Islam are always there to help us

A new day, a new beginning, a new life!

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With serenity all around

Blanket of night is slowly being taken.

Through this veil white rays are peeping

Birds chirping seem loud and clear

Showing the sign of worshipping Allah (swt).

White thread seems to appear prominently

Breaking the serenity and calling for action.

All creatures, human beings are ready to begin

Invoking to Allah (swt) for another day of life.

With new beginning to conquer and bloom

To strive fully to achieve aims;

Running in this quest

The day proceeds in a rush-

Some objectives are met, while

Others are left.

And blanket of night again overtakes

Putting every being again into serenity;

Believing in the hope of having

Another day to achieve-

Those unmet aims and objectives.

Another new journey to proceed with

A new beginning, a new day.

 

[Poem] Opt for Optimism

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When the optimism fades,
Hopelessness is what prevails.
When the happiness subsides,
Even the blessings hide.
When the darker sides reveal,
Wounded relations don’t tend to heal.
When the rainbows decolourize,
And the colours fail to combine.
Just when your faith dies,
His mercies break the ice.
Nothing in this world will ever remain-
It’s Him and His affection that you can only attain.

[Poem] Living in Uncertainty

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In this dangerous world,

Price of living is a tonne.

But price of death is none.

Uncertain disasters dispel the whole existence,

Living behind the blood of innocent ones.

In this perilous world,

Bomb blasts, cannons roar, guns blaze,

Reducing to ruins, a land of peace.

Following a routine,

Barbarians invade the city,

Killing without any mercy,

Thousands massacred in frenzy.

No limits to atrocity.

In this dangerous world,

Pity not the dead;

Pity living instead and all

Those living without love;

Begging to die than survive.

In this perilous world,

I dwell, owing to mercy of God

Wishing to die in the name of Almighty God.

The Fog Does Go Away One Day

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Inhibiting clarity, it hides the reality

As fog, deceit attempts to fade actuality

The liar for a while takes refuge through it

Forgetful of the consequent falls into a dreadful pit

Destined is the sun to soon clear the entire way

This has to happen today or some other day

The fog does go away one day

Leaving the liar’s life blue and gray

Futile is it to find contentment with lies

When in the end the truth is destined to rise.

The Call

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My heart was numb, nothing felt right,
I stayed awake all through the night.
My time flew, but I knew,
I am living a life that was not true.

My eyes were shut, my music loud;
I felt alone, even in a crowd.
I searched around, but could not find-
A moment in life to give me pride.

I sat one day staring at the wall;
Till I heard a call, just down the hall
Hayya Al As-Salah ; Hayya Al As-Salah
Hayya Al Al-Falah; Hayya Al Al-Falah

The words were pure, I could not ignore;
I bowed my head, down on the floor.
I found my soul; I thought I had no more.

I knew at once, this was right, my first step into the light
I found solace in my solitude; I made Sujood in gratitude.
Subhana Rabbi Al Aala………Subhana Rabbi Al Aala

Everything will end, let us not pretend;
So come to the Deen, oh my friend.

In my heart- Forever and Always By!

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When I was just a baby,
you sang me your melodious lullaby.
From dusk to dawn you worked in an office,
I was taken care of by Mum and Sis.
As hours passed by…. I became a carefree child,
But, despite my obnoxious demeanour, you were always mild.
You walked me to school each day,
“Don’t leave me father”- with tears I would say.
Bringing me toffees and toys – indifferent to the cost,
listening to my unbearable sulks and taunts.
You were revelry to my heart,
Told me enchanting stories about Prophet Nuh and his ark.
Time flew, once again;
Over the years you were seen with a crooked cane.
You became subtle and old,
a face full of wrinkles and folds.
You became grumpy and cold,
“I don’t want to live”, I was told.
I remembered the times when I would catch a cold;
You’d tell me it came in return of a righteous deed sold.
I repaid your benevolence and love,
With responsibility and affectionate words.
Fulfilled my duties, household chores-
Aiding you while you trotted on the glossy floor.
As days resumed, the moments came near…
When you would become persistent with fear.
The sparkle in your eyes subsided, disappeared-
Before your death, you spoke a few words-
Whispering in my ear, vivid and clear.
“Always remain empathic to commence a noble deed.
These words are golden, so pay heed.
Discover you potential and ingenuity,
Never let hampers defeat your simplicity.
Stay away from decadence and profanities;
Don’t let conceit and aversion weave.
Death is an inevitable phase,
a numerous predicaments you will face.
Have determination and inspiration to dream,
Faith and trust, a strong belief.
Pray for me, as I’ve always prayed for you;
It’s a matter of servitude, ending soon.
Now it’s time to say adieu and good-bye…
But in my heart you’ll stay-
Forever and always by.”

I know I am Blessed

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I cried just because I didn’t get what I expected
I laughed because I got what was unexcelled.

My expectations arise,
My desperation begins.

More! More! More! engulfed me,
Looting away happiness from me.

My faith weakened,
My life shaken.

I observed my circumjacent,
I felt complacent.

I bow down to the Almighty,
And I got back the felicity.

I am blessed I know this,
I am endowed I assured this.

My life saviour was an angel

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The piercing sound of minions struck my eardrums. Without putting a glance I stopped my alarm. I jumped out from my bed at 6:30 a.m. It was Sunday morning; I quickly finished my routine work, wore a black gown known as Abaya, and fixed my scarf along with the Niqab. I took my bag which was a bit heavy, and rushed towards the door where I could see my driver rubbing his eyes and trying to get back to his life again. I had a great sympathy for him, as I knew how difficult it was to wake up in the morning- when nothing looks beautiful except your bed and pillow. But, I flushed out my thoughts and got back into my state.

I recited all the Duas that happened to be the most important act for me. I felt safe then. Suddenly, a drop of water fell on my cheeks and cold breeze touched my skin. I began to think how beautiful my Allah (swt) is, and at that moment my car started and took away my concentration. Forgetting about the driver and few people around me, I visualized myself around the spell-binding weather, cold mizzle and freed birds. I felt so content. The satisfaction led me to some flashbacks.

Rosy pink cheeks with attractive eyes- which were more prominent with well-blended eyeliner and lips were covered with Maybelline colour whisper; and shiny, thick hair flying out the window. Her beauty was attention seeking and she was already well-aware of it. She really wanted to be the perfectionist. Her beauty was enough to beat her plump body. She…I waited a second- why am I calling this girl (I pointed myself) as a third person. Then returning back, I continued- I was appreciated and people used to ignore the fact that I wasn’t a zero figure, I was fat then. Again, I corrected, actually “I am still a fat girl.” I was so much into this world that I forgot about the reality and went astray.

Temporary world’s beautification used to attract me, and it grabbed me so tightly that I was blind; I couldn’t distinguish between falsehood and truth, but what thing changed me? Yes Allah (swt) sent an angel for me who corrected me and made me realize that I went on a wrong path. That angel came into my life and I did come up with the devilish ideas to get that angel out of my life, but that angel didn’t leave me and stood by my side at every moment and situation.

Then one day, the people who used to appreciate my beauty- mocked me and pointed out on my character; they pointed out such things that I had never done, nor did I intend to do. But still, without saying a word, I went out of that place and rushed towards my room and cried as much as I could. Those false allegations on my character weren’t going out of my mind, I couldn’t sleep. My self-confidence, my poise was all gone. I didn’t know why, even though I knew I was pure but nobody believed. I was broken and I couldn’t enable myself to face those accusing faces- I died inside. I was unable to stand in front of my Allah (swt) because I regretted for ignoring Him.

But once I  realized, I was scared and embarrassed to face my Only Creator, my Only Supporter. An angel whispered in my ears to open the Quran. And after a war within myself, I opened the Holy Quran with shivering hands, and removed the dust that fully prevailed on its cover. I randomly opened it and wind blew, and the most shocking part of my life occurred, I called it a miracle and it totally changed my life.

I read the bold lines, “Verily, proofs have come to you from your Lord, so whosoever sees, will do so for (the good of) his own self, and whosoever blinds himself, will do so to his own harm, and I (Muhammad (sa)) am not a watcher over you.” (Al-Anam 6:104)

I stood on my prayer mat without any fear and when I went in Sujood, I cried and I got my life back again. Now, I have saved my beauty for my Allah (swt) and for that man whom Allah (swt) has chosen for me. People do call me with offensive names, call me extremist, but I don’t react, nor does it affect me because Allah (swt) has said, “And give glad tidings to those who believe and do righteous good deeds, that for them will be Gardens under which rivers flow (Paradise).

Every time they will be provided with a fruit there from, they will say: “This is what we were provided with before,” and they will be given things in resemblance (i.e. in the same form but different in taste) and they shall have therein Azwajun Mutahharatun (purified mates or wives), (having no menses, stools, urine, etc.) and they will abide therein forever.” (Al-Baqarah 2:25)

 

A Warm Welcome to Winter

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Just take a walk amidst the cold

You will find a ray of hope

Those white snowy lands, and chilly winds blowing

Makes you realize that Allah (swt) is All-Knowing

He knows the human psyche so well

That He has offered us with variety, to happily dwell

They say winter is depressing, and drains one’s power

I say winter is the month of believer, and an energizer

We often hear people nag about the drop in temperature

It has blessings in disguise; let’s make use of this venture

Days are shorter, nights are long

Return spiritually to Him- to whom we belong

Fast the days, and pray the night prayers

Rekindle the faith, and keep it with care

Activities are put to halt, atmosphere is lazy

Read Quran to remove any perception that is hazy

It is an opportunity to be in love with your Rabb, and strengthen the tie

Buckle up O Muslim, for time flies.

 

What the heart says…

Mend a broken heart

My heart is dead. My heart is rotten.

Oh, I gave too much time to this world, my Allah (swt) I have forgotten.

I tried to squeeze out happiness from this Dunya, but all I ended up with, is a broken heart.

Oh my heart is dead. Yes, it is rotten.

It’s filled with diseases… that overcame its beauty.

I feel it shrinking as it is becoming a black deep hole.

Yes, my heart I’m describing, you may call me crazy.

But, you’re not aware of a miracle- quite exemplary!

There is a vitamin for a heart that has lost its beauty.

Oh heart… Are you okay? What caused you this misery?

The heart replied in awe. Your sins oh man! Your sins oh son of Adam!

They’re darker than the night. They’re much poisonous than venom.

And the heap you bring in me, Wallahi, I am buried;

Buried in your sins way deep down.

You lied, you backbit, you disobeyed, you envied.

You hated, didn’t love. You danced, didn’t pray.

You listened to music. Wallahi, that destroyed me!

You talked to Na-Mehrem, that made me blind;

there stood a wall in me that would decline any light.

You had no modesty. Your gazes weren’t down.

Your anger was like fire, it burnt all peace in me.

You were disrespectful to your parents. Believe me, that’s when I was doomed!

You spoke ill of others, encouraged their sins. You were selfish and greedy.

You sat in front of that big screen all day. That misshaped me, misguided me, and misplaced me.

You kept earning Haram. You kept eating Haram. How could that ever enlighten me?

You counted your money and restrained from charity.

You thought “money” could bring you happiness only!

You deceived your Lord and no light could ever reach me!

Darkness creeped in till I shrank into a black deep hole.

Oh son of Adam, you’re really such a fool!

You move around with a dead heart, thinking you’re too cool.

Now that you know what caused me to die. Perhaps, I shall tell you, how to make me alive.

Yes it is actually possible! This black deep hole could become an enlightening lantern.

Just keep listening carefully. It’s not at all hard I tell you.

One simple ingredient I long for. One vitamin that has the cure.

Oh son of Adam, “Verily, in the Remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest!” (Ar-Rad 13:28)

I beg you, I do… Just remember Allah (swt)!

Dhikr is the key, the antibiotic to my disease.

Take a doze everyday. Start slow and it will guide you to eternal peace!

Keep your hands busy in worldly necessities. And your heart busy in the Dhikr of Allah (swt).

Believe me, I’ll become a brand new heart.

The darkness will disappear, the holes will fill up, the bruises will heal, I will size-up!

Just remember your Lord, praise Him, love Him. Obey Him, fear Him. Make Him yours!

Because, even after, all the darkness you brought in me, He always loved you. He kept an eye on you in patience, that you shall one day remember Him.

Just ask for forgiveness one single time, and He will forgive you without any complains.

He will make the darkness disappear from me, and light me up in a way you can’t believe.

And trust me, that when I’m healed- you will heal. No power could destroy you, no darkness could reach you, nce you have a healed me.

And if you shall leave me dead again- just crawl back to Him, remember Him.And He shall guide you.

“Fly, O Bird!”

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Marvelling at early morning sky
The velvety clouds,
streaked with gold,
painted so flawlessly
by the Best Painter, Al-Musawwar,
hang majestically in the sky.
A bird
soaring delightfully,
light and free
from any worldly baggage,
holds my attention.

The One, who holds it during its flight,
and does not let it fall or waver-
even in the worst of storms.
Why would He let me fall or forsake me
when He, Ar-Rahman, doesn’t neglect a tiny bird?

He, who brings a bright new day
from the cradle of night.
He, who is Al-Wakeel,
He will surely suffice me.
The Giver of life-
The All-Seeing.

(Inspired from the majestic early morning sky and Surah Mulk, verse 19)

Light at the end of the tunnel

light at the end of the tunnelDarkness had prevailed in her life; she wanted to get out of it, but it was complicated. As she tried to stand up, her surrounding didn’t let her do it. It discouraged her until she lost hope and her brain filled with complexity. She couldn’t blame anyone, as she was afraid of revealing her emotions to those who were busy in their lives; and they never noticed what her heart wanted to say.

“Neglect it! Neglect it!” it wasn’t a spoon-feeding job. Everyone has his own personality that possesses a packet of talent- which neither a teacher, nor the parents are aware of. It can only be obtained by trusting upon an individual.

Her talent was ordinary for others, but totally opposite in her perspective. As she believed that the greatest achievement of all is to do more than peoples’ expectations.

Taking this theory in her mind, she tried to expose that: ”Yes!! Something inside me brightens me up”, but she failed as she forgot that people couldn’t comprehend her feelings and thoughts correctly.

On the other hand, the fake friendships and then the deceitful people stabbing her back grabbed her attention. And, the talk which led her to lose her self-confidence made her life pathetic and miserable. She thought to be the worst terrestrial creature.

But, one day she saw a door through which she saw the rays of sun forming a circle around her and those rays were the message from Allah (swt) which made her realize what she really was. Then a reality struck her mind that this world is temporary, and the testing period will make her way easy to the Paradise. Hence, she welcomed those down phases, removed all the negativity, left behind everything and worked upon endurance and tolerance inside her. She bowed down to Allah (swt) who is omnipotent and omniscient. Still people think of her as an ordinary person, but she knows that Allah (swt) has endowed her with loads of qualities on which she is working, and preventing it from rusting by showing gratitude towards Allah (swt) Almighty Who is her light…the Brightest Light.

Ask the One Who gives everyone

A young lady named Umme-Jaffar was very kind and helpful. She used to give people money with her right hand so that the left hand would not know. For some days, she took the same path. On the way, she used to see two blind men sitting on the road. Both of them used to call out for money. One man used to call out: “O Allah (swt), you are the duamost merciful, please provide me with my livelihood.”

The second blind man said: “O Allah (swt), give me Umme – Jaffar’s left over. Umme-Jaffar listened to whatever the two blind men said. She gave both of them something. The one who was asking from Allah (swt), she gave him two Darham; and the one who was asking for Umme-Jaffar’s leftover, she gave him steamed chicken. The interesting point is that the one, who got chicken, used to sell his chicken to the second blind man in two Darhams. This unusual act went on for a few days.  Then one day, Umme – Jaffar  went to one blind man who asked for Umme – Jaffar’s left over and inquired: ”Did you get a hundred Dinars?”

The blind man got scandalized, and said: ”No. I used to get one steamed chicken which I used to sell over in two Darhams.”

Umme-Jaffar said: ”The one who asks from Allah (swt), I used to give him two Darhams. And I used to give you one steamed chicken in which every day I used to put ten Dinars.”

The blind man started hitting his cranium on the enclosure. He started clamouring badly, and he said: ”O my misfortune. Why did I do that? Oh I got smitten.”

Umme – Jaffar said: ”Hopefully, the one who asked Allah (swt) has achieved whatever he needed. And the one who used to ask people is bereft from everything.”

“Undoubted! The one, who asks from people, gets nothing; and in future, they get ignominy as luck.”

People should ask from Allah (swt) because nowadays people sell their Iman for Dinars and Dirhams.”

A whisper in void

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My love and sacrifice for Him, who heals the wounds in my heart- slowly, but perfectly.
My self submitted to His will, who holds my unknown fate.
My faith and belief in the One from whom I beg mercy.
My contentment affiliates with Him who is everywhere I go.
My eyes desperate to catch a glimpse of the One I feel everywhere, but see nowhere.
My head bows to His majesty and greatness, none dares to deny.
My day begins and ends praising Him, who’s worthy of every praise.
My secrets and facts are known to Him, who peeks inside my heart.
My sins and goofs are unknown to the world; He knows and keeps them hidden.
My success and failure, it is He who decides.
My thanks merely paid to Him, who absolves sinners like nobody else.
My God, my Lord, my Allah (swt), enlist me amongst those you love.