In Ramadans Embrace

In 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 devotion, where sincerity keys,
Lies the essence of Ramadan’s mysteries.

Through days of fasting, nights of deep reflection,
Each moment a lesson, a spiritual connection.
In the rhythm of worship, finding resurrection,
Guided by the Quran’s divine direction.

In the first Ashara, we plant seeds anew,
Of love, compassion, and faith ever true.
With each passing day, our souls renew,
In the embrace of Ramadan, our spirits grew.

So let us cherish this sacred time,
In the first Ashara, let our souls climb,
To heights of virtue, to realms sublime,
As we journey together, in this blessed paradigm.

Embrace Life with Piety

In 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 love and care,
They find Allah’s presence rare.

In every trial and every test,
They see a path that’s truly blessed,
Abstaining from life’s fleeting pleasures,
They seek Allah’s eternal treasures.

In detachment, they find bliss,
From worldly ties, they gently kiss,
For in surrender, they are free,
Embracing life with piety.

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.”

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