Posted in Poetry! on January 25, 2009 by FiniteBeing
In The Name of Allaah
Assalaamu’alaykum, a poem by a friend.
Paint the picture for Gaza
Tilt the canvas a little away
From the sun. Strip naked
The little stick figures,
And give them something to cry for.
Splash on a little determination,
Get a little cold-blooded in the process,
Wear thin that layer of compassion. And
You may even be able to kill them right.
Build the picturesque scene of war,
Bring out the shades of debris,
Fill in the flames that continue
To burn the scattered ashes.
Dip a paintbrush into confusion,
Highlight the tears and loss,
Create a little more of the vibrant
Screams. Then hold on.
Mix in the browns with the reds,
So no one knows where the
Blood stops running. But they can
See it starts from their Mother.
Draw in the blues. Then watch
Them all laugh because they’ve
Cried too much for the
Dead City.
Finally give it that finishing touch,
Emphasise on despair
And all important oppression,
In a child’s eye.
Innocence chokes on tangled fears, Innocence cries desperate tears, Justice shields its ears and eyes, Justice is shot; Justice dies.
Oh people, when will you arise from your sleep? When will the pain penetrate within you, deep? Our sister is wounded, battered and bruised, Stranded and unfree, repeatedly abused.
Oh humanity, when will you awake? When will this pain cause you to tremble, cause you to shake? Our sister is blessed with an ounce of hope, This isn’t yet sufficed to allow her to cope.
Oh Mankind, do your eyes not see? Our wronged sister yearns to be free! No longer a prisoner and in her own land, confined, Our sister is calling, our sister Palestine.
May Allaah Give our brothers and sisters in Gazza victory over the oppressors. Aameen
A’oodhu bIllaah min hubbud-dunya wa karahaaiat al maut
~~~~~ I seek refuge in Allaah from love of the world and hate of death.
‘AbdUllaah bin ‘Amr bin al-’Aas reported that the Messenger of Allaah said:
“There will come a time upon the people when their hearts will be like the hearts of the non-Arabs (‘ajam).”
He was asked: “And what are the hearts of the non-Arabs like?”
The Messenger of Allaah replied: “Love of the dunya, making their lifestyle that of the bedouins, devoting all of their acquired wealth to animals; they see Jihaad as a source of harm, and charity as a source of loss.”
May Allaah instill fear of death in our hearts. Aameen
Please note that this poem doesn’t soley relate to me, but it’s come from my pen because it is associated with me in the sense that it is not my own experience, but it relates to my heart as it’s the suffering faced by our Ummah. Verily the Ummah is like one body, when one part of it is in pain, the whole body is affected.
Why can’t I recall the last time,
That you looked at me and asked,
Whether or not I was okay,
And why my feelings are hidden and masked?
Why can’t I remember the time when,
You held me close to your breast,
Telling me that you care for me,
And will be beside me during each test?
Why can I not see you anymore?
Holding my hand, wiping my tears,
It’s not the way I thought it was,
When you’d chase away my fears?
Why are you so far away?
Why are we so far apart?
When I am a vessel of yours,
Why am I so distant from your heart?
Why do I call you mother?
Why, secretly in you do I confide,
When you hold no love for me,
And leave me shameless with no where to hide?
Why do I feel so alone?
Stripped of all love, affection and passion,
Naked and unclothed of the warmth of joy,
Why must I abide by this fashion?
Why am I feeling this way?
Tell me, my mother, why?
Was there never a bond?
A bond of unity between you and I?
Why can’t I hear you?
Why don’t you answer when I call?
My mother, you’ve forgotten me,
And yet it’s not long; it’s not long since I was born.
I see you no longer,
You are out of sight,
You think of me no more,
For I am out of your mind.
The pain in me is great
My wounds and scars won’t heal,
Because death has been cruel to me,
It visited us to thieve and steal.
Those men in green
Holding guns and knives,
I thought they would help us,
But they only took our lives.
I don’t know if I will live on my mother,
I can’t hear you or see you anymore,
My life is now lifeless,
I don’t want to breathe anymore.
Why can’t you come back?
And embrace me in your arms,
Telling me its okay,
Planting the seed of hope in my palms?
Mother, I miss you
And will never learn,
Why you can’t just answer me,
And why they say you’ll never return.
May Allaah ease the suffering of our brothers and sisters in Gaza. Aameen
Posted in Video/Audio on January 1, 2009 by FiniteBeing
In the Name of Allaah
And I know…
Assalaamu’alaykum warahmatUllaah. Inshaa’Allaah all is well for everyone. So you know how we all have ups and downs in life, times when we feel strong it eemaan and other days when we aren’t so strong? You know how we feel at ease in prayer in the morning, peaceful, full of khushoo’, but as the day goes on and the evening arrives, we get restless and tired, slacking in our worship; and in turn, lacking in eemaan? We all feel it…
I’m not going to go into details about how I felt so low in eemaan and why, as it’s best for a Muslim to conceal his sins, and reveal them to none but Allaah, in repentance. Well, they say ‘God works in Mysterious Ways,’ and subhaanAllaah, Allaah is my Walee, my Wakeel. Because every time, I feel I’ve lost everything, something comes back to me.
‘What is she on about?’ Okay, so I won’t ramble anymore, I was feeling rather low and helpless, trying to find the Arabic alphabet with accurate pronunciation on Youtube, for a friend. In doing so, I stumbled a nasheed. Most of you know I’m not a fan of anasheed, and it’s not really my cup of tea, for various reasons, but there are few anasheed, whose words touch you, rather than their music…
Alhamdulillaah I came across one of these in arabic, and I’m going to post its lyrics below:
و أعلم أنك تغفر ذنبي .. و أعلم أنك تستر عيبي
و لكنني نادمٌ يا إلهي .. أكاد انوح بحسرات قلبي
و كم ذا تمنيت ألا أقول بنجواي يوماً : عصيتك ربي !!
wa a’lamu annaka taghfiru dhanmbee…wa a’lamu annaka tasturu ‘aybee
wa laakinnannee naadimunn yaa Ilaahee…akaadu anoohu bihasraati qalbee
wa kam dhaa tamannaytu allaa aqool binn-najwaya- yawmaa: ‘aseytuka Rabbee!’
And I know You forgive sins…And I know You conceal my defects
But I am remorseful my Lord…I am almost wailing because of my regrets
How I wish I never whispered to You one day…’I disobeyed You, Oh my Lord’
و يسجد دمعي و يروي الثرى … وتضرع روحي لـ رب الورى
عبيداً عصاك .. وها قد دعاك .. بدمع الأسى خده عُفّرا
بدمع الأسى خده عُفّرا ..
wa yasjudu dam’ee…wa yar-with-araa…wa tadhra’u roohee..li-rabb il waraa
‘ubaydan ‘asaaka..wa haa qad da’aaka..bi dam’il asaa khadduhu ghaffiraa
bi dam’il asaa khadduhu ghaffiraa
My tears fall…And my soul submits to the Lord of creation
Your slave had disobeyed You…But He now calls You…And Tears wet his cheeks
And tears wet his cheeks
فإما عصيتُ .. فـ ها قد أتيت
بقلبٍ حزين .. ودمع جرى
و إما غفوتُ .. فإني صحوت
و من خاف أدلج عند السرى
ومن خاف ادلج عند السرى
fa imma ‘asaytu…fahaa qad atayt
bi qalbin hazeenin…wa dam’in jaraa
wa immaa ghaffowtu..fa innee sahautu
wa man khaafa adlaja ‘ind assuraa
wa man khaafa adlaja ‘ind assuraa
And if I sinned..then here I am
With a saddened heart..and fallen tears
And if I was heedless../then I am awake now
And the one who fears, will walk in darkness
من خاف أدلج ، ومن أدلج بلغ المنزل ، ألا إن سلعة الله غالية ، ألا إن سلعة الله الجنة
man khaafa adlaja, wa man khaafa adlaja balagh al manzil, alla inn sul’at Allaaha ghaaliyah, alla in sal’at Allaah al jannah
The one who fears will walk in darkness, and if he walked in the darkness (meaning he took all reasons to reach his goal) he will reach his final destination. Allaah’s commodity is expensive; Allaah’s commodity is al Jannah.
May Allaah allow us to taste the sweetness of eemaan! Aameen.
