"Surely, the true religion in Allah's sight is Islam" (3:19)
In whispers soft, our hearts align,Reciting Durood, a sacred sign.In reverence, we utter His name,Embracing peace, His love, our aim. Every Salawat, a heartfelt embrace,Beyond horizons, finding its place.To the noblest Prophet, it takes flight,Duroods echo, bathing the world in light. Blessings cascade, like gentle rain,Upon the Prophet, pure refrain.A bridge of light, from heart to heart,In every moment, never to depart. In every breath, a sacred plea,Durood, the key to harmony.In humble prayer, we find our way,In Durood’s grace,
Read moreIn the hushed twilight of Ramadan’s embrace, As crescent moon adorns the night’s soft face, Comes the sacred time, the first Ashara’s grace, Where souls seek solace in this blessed space. In whispers of prayers, hearts begin to soar, Seeking forgiveness, seeking mercy more. The fast is begun, as the dawn’s light pours, A journey of faith, to distant spiritual shores. The first Ashara, like a gentle breeze, Awakens dormant hopes, sets troubled hearts at ease. In the depths of
Read moreIn realms where ascetic souls reside,Where worldly charms they choose to hide,Abstaining from life’s tempting game,In Allah’s love, they find their aim. For pleasures fleeting, they won’t yearn,In solitude, a lesson learned,In quiet moments, hearts find peace,From worldly bonds, they seek release. No laughter loud, nor fragrance sweet,Can lure them from their faith’s heartbeat,In prayer and fasting, they immerse,Their souls in worship, free from curse. The beauty of the world they shun,For in submission, life is won,In simple acts of
Read moreWhen 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
Read moreImagine yourself after you pass awayImagine your grave through night and through dayWishing that you did not do as they sayWishing that you had got up and had prayed. Imagine, my friends, the day that you diedImagine all of the tears that they criedRemember how it felt when your body was tiedRemember how it felt in the grave which you lied. Imagine the day you’ll be called to accountImagine the sum to which your life will amountThink for a moment
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