Come Home to Allah

When your weary body finds solace upon the earth’s embrace,
And your head rests in tranquil grace,
Whisper Subhana Rabbi al a’la, in whispers so profound,
For your Lord alone to hear the sacred sound.

It is Allah, welcoming you home, His embrace so wide,
For it’s been a while since you last came to His side.
It is Allah, speaking to you, His words profound and true,
Did We not find you lost, and guide you too?

So, why not be grateful, in every prayer you make,
For Allah is with us, make no mistake.
It is Allah, comforting you in times of despair,
Do not be sad, for I am always there.

It is Allah, the Divine Healer of your pain,
Verily, with hardship, ease will follow, like gentle rain.
So, why not be patient, in every trial you face,
For in your Sujood, you’ll find your sacred space.

As you pour your heart out in prostration so deep,
Sharing your aching limbs, and secrets you keep,
Your Lord will reply, with love in His voice,
“Come home, my dear, in My embrace, rejoice.

Come home, and you will find healing’s embrace,
Come home, and you’ll be loved, in My endless grace,
Come home, and you’ll be nourished, heart and soul,
And you’ll wonder why you left, as the seasons roll.”

In the sacred land of Makkah

In the sacred land where dreams ascend,
Where pilgrims embark, their souls to mend,
In the realm of Hajj, where hearts unite,
A journey divine, in the realm of light.

From distant corners, they gather as one,
A multitude diverse, under the blazing sun,
Leaving behind the mundane and mundane,
To seek redemption, in Allah’s domain.

With ihram draped, a white cloak so pure,
They walk together, in steps secure,
Through the desert’s heat and arid sand,
In pursuit of blessings, they faithfully stand.

Makkah, the sanctuary, a sight divine,
The Kaaba stands tall, a beacon to align,
Circling the House, their spirits soar,
Tawaf, a rite and prayer, they forever adore.

Oh, Hajj, a sacred voyage of the soul,
Where unity and devotion make us whole,
In this holy land, a tapestry unfurls,
A symphony of hearts, where Allah’s love swirls.

Oh, blessed journey, a sacred embrace,
A spiritual homecoming, a divine chase,
Hajj, the pilgrimage of love and grace,
May its blessings shine, on every face.

Divine Wonder

Quench spirit’s thirst
Satisfy soul’s hunger
Read the noble Quran
Be a part of divine wonder

It has wisdom in orders
It has knowledge in stories
Peace is its message
Having solution to worries

With its beam wants do not wander
With its shadow tongues do not waver
Countless are its benefits
A witness of Allah’s favor

Read it once, twice or thrice
It never loses its freshness
Strange tales never become old
As they stand proud in uniqueness

Lives stitched on its fabric
Homes built on its soil
Will be placed in best lands
An Honest reward for their toil

Killing the beast inside you
It brings out your purest form
Washing away waste desires
It clears obsolete norms

Never astray it will lead you
Nor wandering it will leave you
Hold on to its rope firmly; and
Your name will be in the ‘Few’.

The search man is involved in
End on its door,
Stepping into its world
He needs to search no more.

by Zoya Eitezaz Ahmed
reposted from March 2009

Divine Wonder

Hell

If only you knew the torments of hell
It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell

It is in existence even as we speak
And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak

On the day of rising, hell will be in view
A terrible sight, if only you knew

It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns
And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains

After burning for a thousand years , it’s flames turned white
A thousand more years, now it’s as black as the night

You think the flames are bearable, you’re totally wrong
The flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strong

In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones
The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones

The thickness of your skin will greatly increase
Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease

The people in hell are there to stay
They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day

70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown
to hit the bottom of hell and it won’t be alone

The food of hell resembles a devil’s head
and to drink, boiling water and blood bright red

which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out
the inhabitants of hell will scream and shout

some will be taken out by Almighty Allah’s command
but the polytheists will stay eternally damned

Take up islam, the only way to succeed
and if you don’t, you’re unfortunate indeed

Brothers and sisters, help determine your fate
Once you see hellfire, it’ll be far too late.

Author unknown

Fire of Hell

Am I Grateful?

Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?

Am I honestly thankful to the Almighty One,
For the early morning mist, the bright, rising sun?
During Fajr prayer, I use my soft prayer mat,
As Allah’s servant, do I appreciate that?

Throughout the day, do I realise,
That Allah, All knowing and the Most Wise,
Gives me what I need and so much more
And that I have so much to be grateful for?

A grandmother’s love, a book of hadith,
The clothes that I wear, the food that I eat,
The book that I should follow, the Holy Qur’an,
Promoting the good and ending the wrong.

So I must ask myself every beautiful day,
Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?

By Ibn-e-Malik (Voices Issue 7)

Reposted from January 2008

An Evil Glance

Cast an evil glance
Shaytan begins to dance

For an arrow has been shot to the heart
And a darkness has enveloped it

After the glance, the darkness leaves
but the heart is adversly affected

Only the effect of sincere taubah
can return the blemished heart to
the pure condtion it enjoyed before.

The Sacred Month of Rajab

by Ahmed

The month of Rajab, one of the sacred four
a time to reflect, extra worship and seeking forgiveness at His door

The month brings reminder of the upcoming month of fasting
use it to mentally and physically prepare for the month of blessing

What can we do to prepare?
First lets deal with all the worldly affair

Next, Remember the hereafter and our final destination
Hell or heaven which of these are you working to make your final destination?

Thirdly, Charity, learn to help those more in need
With the intention of pleasing Allah, to succeed

Finally, Make dua’a to Allah seeking maghfirah & guidance
pray for a month with blessing & obedience

and may He bless us too during Shabaan
and let us reach the month of Ramadaan

Ameen

Take Warning from the example of Iblis

Wealth has no permanence: it comes in the morning,
and at night it is scattered to the winds.
Physical beauty too has no importance,
for a rosy face is made pale by the scratch of a single thorn.
Noble birth also is of small account,
for many become fools of money and horses.
Many a nobleman’s son has disgraced his father by his wicked deeds.
Don’t court a person full of talent either,
even if he seems exquisite in that respect:
take warning from the example of Iblis!
Iblis had knowledge, but since his love was not pure,
he saw in Adam nothing but a figure of clay.

Masnavi of Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi

Imagine

Imagine yourself after you pass away
Imagine your grave through night and through day
Wishing that you did not do as they say
Wishing that you had got up and had prayed.

Imagine, my friends, the day that you died
Imagine all of the tears that they cried
Remember how it felt when your body was tied
Remember how it felt in the grave which you lied.

Imagine the day you’ll be called to account
Imagine the sum to which your life will amount
Think for a moment of the deeds which you mount
Think for a moment how much they will count.

What will they say of you when you are dead?
What will they say, what will be said?
Will they speak of all the poor who you fed?
Will they remember all the Qu’ran that you read?

Think not of them, but of Allah, Lord of mankind and jinn
Think of Allah when tempted to sin
Think of the paradise which you will dwell in
Don’t wait till later to think what might have been.

Source: Imagine Your death

Life is a Garden

Life is a garden,
Good friends are the flowers,
And times spent together,
Life’s happiest hours;
And friendship, like flowers,
Blooms ever more fair
When carefully tended
By dear friends who care;
And life’s lovely garden
Would be sweeter by far
If all who passed through it
Were as nice as you are.

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