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Saturday, March 26, 2005
How To Find God?



How To Find God?
 
 
        God is Love.
If you have ever Loved,
If you have ever been Loved,
You have experienced God
From within and without.
 
          God is Truth.
If you have ever told the Truth,
If you have ever discovered Truth,
You have experienced God
From within and without.
 
          God is Beauty.
If you have ever helped to create
Something beautiful,
If you have ever witnessed Beauty
In any of it’s Myriad forms,
You have experienced God
From within and without.
 
          GOD is GOD
If you have ever done
or thought something good
If you have ever recognized goodness
In or through another,
You have experienced God
From within and ….WITHOUT!
 
written by : Mariam Jamil

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Allaahu Akbar

Allaah is Greater

Al Istiqamah Jumaadal-Awwal 1417H / November 1996CE

Allaah - the Most High - says.

"That He will call you to account for what your hearts have earned." [Soorah al-Baqarah 2:225].

"The day when neither wealth nor children will be of any avail, except he who comes to Allaah with a dean and pure heart." [Soorah ash-Shu'araa 79:88-89].

       The Prophet sallallaahu 'alayhi wa sallam said.
"Indeed, there is a piece of flesh in the body; if it is sound then all the body is sound. However, if it is diseased, then all the body is diseased Truly that is the heart."1

Al-Haafidh Ibn Rajab (d.795H) - rahimahullaah -said:
"So know that the world - and whatever is above it and below it in the water- will not be corrected except when the actions of its people ore all for Allaah. The actions of the body follow on from the actions and intentions of the heart. So when the actions and intentions of the heart ore purely for Allaah alone, then it is corrected, and likewise the actions of the body will also be correct. However, if the actions and intentions of the heart ore for other than Allaah, then it is corrupted, and likewise the actions of the body will be corrupted in proportion to how much the heart is corrupted."2 And he said: "Hearts will not be corrected until the ma'rifah (knowledge and realisation) of Allaah - being in awe of His greatness, loving Him, fearing Him, hoping in Him, relying and trusting in Him - is not firmly implanted in them. This is the reality of Tawheed and the meaning of the saying: Laa ilaaha illallaah (that none has the right to be worshipped except Allaah). Thus, hearts will not be corrected until Allaah is made the ilaah (deity) to be known, to be loved, feared and hoped in, and that He - along with this - becomes the only ilaah (deity) worthy of this, without associating any partner to Him in this."3

Indeed, we may begin to appreciate the greatness of Allaah - the Most High's - and being in owe of Him, by considering some narrations regarding what He - the Most High - has created.

The Prophet sallallaahu 'alayhi wa sallam said:
"Indeed I see what you do not see and hear what you do not hear. Heaven has groaned, and it has a right to do so. By Him in Whose Hand is my soul! There is not in the heaven a space equivalent to four fingers, except than an angel has prostrated his forehead to Allaah in it. By Allaah! If you knew what I know, you
would laugh little and weep a lot, and you would not take delight in women in their beds, but rather would go to the wilderness and implore Allaah for help."4

He sallallaahu 'alayhi wa sallam said:
"The seven Heavens compared to the Kursee (the Chair) is like a ring which is thrown into a desert. And such is the magnitude of the 'Arsh (the Throne of Allaah) compared with the Kursee."5

He sallallaahu 'alayhi wa sallam also said:
"I have been given permission to relate to you about the Angels of Allaah - the Most High - that carry the 'Arsh (Throne). Between one of the Angel's ear and shoulder is a distance of seven hundred year journey."6

And he sallallaahu 'alayhi wa sallam also said:
"Al-Baytul-Mamoor is in the seventh heaven [directly above the Ka 'bah]. Each day seventy thousand angels enter it, and they will not return until the Day of Resurrection."7

So: "the need of the servants for this (type of) knowledge is greeter then every other need; end it is the most necessary of all things for them, since there is no life for the hearts, nor any delight, nor any tranquility, except through knowing their Lord, the only One Who deserves to be worshipped, their Creator - with His Homes, His Attributes and His Actions, and that He - along with all that - is more beloved to the person than anything else. So man's striving is with regards to everything that will draw him nearer to Allaah, to the exclusion of the creation ... So the people who know Allaah the best, are the ones who best follow the way to Him; and know best whet lies at the end of the way."8


1. Related by al-Bukhaaree (1/126) and Muslim (no.1599) from an-Nu'maan ibn Basheer radiallaahu 'anhumaa.
2. Jaami' al-'Uloom wal-Hikam (p120).
3. Jaami' al-'Uloom wal-Hikam (p.120).
4. Hasan: Related by Ibn Maajah (no.4190) and at-Tirmidhee (2/51),who authenticated it, from Abu Dharr radiallaahu 'anhu.
5. Saheeh: Related by Ibn Abee Shaybah in Kitaabul-'Arsh (1/114) and al-Bayhaqee in as-Asmaa was-Sifaat (p 290), from Abu Dharr radiallaahu 'anhu. The hadeeth is authentic due to its various routes of transmission - as Shaykh al-Albaanee has explained in as-Saheehah (no.109).
6. Saheeh: Related by Abu Daawood (no.4727) and al-Bayhaqee in as-Asmaa was-Sifaat, (no.398), from Jaabir radiallaahu 'anhu. It was authenticated by Imaam adh-Dhahobee in al-'Uluww (p.58).
7. Saheeh: Related by Ahmad (3/153), from Anas radiallaahu 'anhu. And the addition is related by Ibn Jareer at-Tabaree in his Tafseer (11/27). The hadeeth was authenticated by al-Albaanee in as-Saheehah (no.477).
8. Sharhul-'Aqeedatit-Taahawiyyah (p.27) of Imaam Ibn Abil-'lzz.

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"O you who Believe. If you help Allaah, Allaah will help you; and establish your feet firmly. But those who disbelieve, for them is destruction and Allaah will make their deeds vain." [Soorah Muhammad 47:7].
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"Indeed, Our Word has gone forth of old for our slaves, the Messengers, that they will certainly be victorious; and that Our forces will certainly be triumphant." [Soorah as-Saafaat 37:171-173].
 
UfQI cQ]^I
“O Allaah, place light in my heart, light in my tongue, light in my hearing, light in my sight, light behind me, light in front of me, light on my right, light on my left, light above me and light below me; place light in my sinew, in my flesh, in my blood, in my hair and in my skin; place light in my soul and make light abundant for me; make me light and grant me light.”
 
~*~
 




source:{ MyIslam] ~*~Allaah is Greater~*~ 


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Wednesday, February 09, 2005
~Al-Mujahid : His true soul invisible to all but Allah~

Not equal are those believers who sit (at home) and receive no hurt,

and those who strive and fight in the cause of Allah with their goods and their persons.

Allah hath granted a grade higher to those who strive

and fight with their goods and persons than to those who sit (at home).

Unto all (in Faith) Hath Allah promised good:

But those who strive and fight Hath

He distinguished above those who sit (at home) by a special reward,-

[Qur’an Al Baqarah 4.95]

  

Except those who are (really) weak and oppressed - men, women, and children –

who have no means in their power, nor (a guide-post) to their way.

[Qur’an Al Baqarah 4:98]

 

 

 

Allah's Messenger (peace be upon him) said,

"The martyr receives six good things from Allah:

 

he is forgiven at the first shedding of his blood;

he is shown his abode in Paradise;

he is preserved from the punishment in the grave;

he is kept safe from the greatest terror;

he has placed on his head the crown of honour,

a ruby of which is better than the world and what it contains;

he is married to seventy-two wives of the maidens with large dark eyes;

and is made intercessor for seventy of his relatives."

[HR Al Tirmidhi]

 

      

 

 

Al-Mujahid

 

 

People look at him, not knowing him for who he really is.

His true soul invisible to all but Allah.

His deeds known to none but the One above.

 

By night when all have gone home

Does he clean the toilets and scrub the floors of the Masaajid.

 

By day does he work for his family with his hands

Halal money to feed Halal to the little mouths

 

Never does a person come to him and not go away in smiles.

Gentle and loving is he to the children as they run towards him

Screaming in delight.

 

He shares the silence of the Fuqaraa'

And is no stranger to the troubles of the Yateem.

 

Unbeknownst to him, Allah said:

"I love my servant."

And thereupon Jibrael called out to the mukhluqaat:

"Love him"

And the mukhluqaat loves him.

Little does he know.

 

He held tightly to his Deen when it was

Like a piece of shining gold.

He held it even tighter when it became

Like a piece of burning hot coal.

 

At night does he fight sleep

And arises from his warm bed

In the midst of Tahajjud in tears

Does he call out unto hi Lord:

"Allahummar zuqni Shahadah!"

 

Defender of the Nisaa'

Protector of the oppressed

Supporter of the weak

Al-Imad alDeen

 

Guardian of the Quran

His heart has no space for nifaaq or riyaa

Jealousy or hate

He knows no hate or bias against any Believer anywhere.

 

He was present at Badr

Felling the Unbelieving criminals

Alongside the Rasulallah (saws)

 

At Uhud he stood his ground on the mountain

Raining arrows of death down on Khalid's charge.

 

He was there at Mutah when the three commanders fell one by one

'Till Saifullah led the Believers back to safety

 

He was there right next to his brother Al'Barra

In the Garden of Death as they fought the Liar's army

To open the gates of that bloody oasis.

 

He was there with Sa'd as they crossed the river

To face the Persians across the vast expanse.

His heart was firm as the horses tread above the water.

Saying nothing but "Husbunallahu waNa'mal Wakeel"

 

He was there as Commander Tariq ordered the boats to be burned

Fighting the Disbelieving Goths fearlessly

And marched past the Pyrenees to establish the banner of Islam.

 

He was the first in the smoky pack as Bin Qasim and the others poured down

The mountain slopes, racing towards death with a smile on his face

 

He avenged his slain brethren at Hittin

For what the savage heathens did in 1099

And was there when Salahuddin opened the gates of Al-Quds.

 

Truly he was there on that rock

In the Valley of Ayn Jalut, yelling

"Wa Islamah! Wa Islamah! Ya Shababbul Islam!!"

As the Mameluke army smashed their way through the Mongol waves.

 

He was amongst the first to march out when the Muslimah was dishonored

She cried "Ya Mu'tasim where are you?!"

And soon the Greek city of Amouriah too, came under Muslim rule.

 

Aye, he was the one amongst the ghostly Jaanissar

As they raced up the tower alongside his mujahid brother Hasan Ulu Badi

Knowing that at the top they would meet their end under a killer rain of arrows

But he raised Al'Liwaa high after Hasan fell; his perfumed blood still marks the spot

And Sultan Fatih entered the city as the Victorious one.

 

He was present at Jaaji, Jalalabad, and Kabul

as the vodka drinking Russian khinzeer were thrown out of Afghanistan,

and Allah's Sakinah descended from above.

 

He was there alongside his brother Zubayr al-Madani

as they fought in defense of Sarajevo airport

He stood firmly as the fighting grew fierce

While others fled.

 

He rode with the shababb ul-Islam to detonate the Crusader army at Khobar

To clear al-Jazirah, true to the command of the Rasul (saws) as he lay on his deathbed

Indeed, Shababbul-Jannah, and not cowards as the Kuffar accuse

 

When his brother Jibrael Abu-Adam from Atlanta

Fell on the streets of Kashmir, he was there to avenge him

Sending a deadly force of lead bullets back at the filthy Hindu dogs.

 

He went to Grozny once again to teach the Russian pigs

What it means to mess with the best.

You tangle with the Mujahideen and off you go to that eternal-burning place

 

He held down the Kuffar as his brother Abu Maryam went to slay that Philippine dog.

Laughing his way through the blizzard of bullets, crying Allahu-Akbar, Allahu-Akbar, Allahu-Akbar.

 

He'll return to Philistine once again, that Ancient Land

Running to the Gate of Ludd,

To see none other than Ibn Maryam slay that Yahuudi Liar.

 

For each bullet he takes, he sends back dozen more.

With each kafir that he slays, he knows that

Another one of the Believing women will not be humiliated

Another one of his Muslim brothers will not be shot in front of his little ones.

 

Allah decides which bullet has his name on it

He feels it not at is goes deep into his flesh

As he falls, with that joyous smile on his face

 

"La Ilaha Ilallah muhammad arRasulallah! Allahu Akbar!

Look in the sky! Look what I can see! Allahu Akbar!"

 

Even before the first drop of that fresh blood falls

Allah with His Mercy wipes the slate clean

The angels bearing his soul straight to Al-Firdaus

 

His soul, like the inside of green birds,

Glides around the 'Arsh as it pleases.

 

On that big Day, when his blood, still fresh

Smelling as sweet as the musk of Jannah,

Will flow from his wounds, badges of honor

That none will fail to recognize the warrior

 

On that Day, when he shall have no fear nor shall he grieve

A Day on which the Book in his Right hand shall be heavy

As the angels send their salutations

On the Day when the Hur al'Ayn give him the sweet drink

From Al-Kauthar with their own soft hands,

laughing and bursting with pleasure

 

Indeed, this and more is what he bargained for

As he sold the World for that which was better.

And on this day verily does he receive his Rank

 

"…the Prophets, the Siddiqûn, the Martyrs, and the righteous. And how excellent these companions are!"[Quran 4 : 69]

 

Who is he?

 

He is the fighting spirit of Iman that is in all Mujahideen

He was, and is present, inside the hearts of all the Shuhadaa.

By Unknown

 

   

 

 

Allah hath purchased of the believers their persons and their good;

for theirs (in return) is the garden (of Paradise):

they fight in His cause and slay and are slain:

a promise binding on Him in truth through the Law the Gospel and the Qur'an:

and who is more faithful to his covenant than Allah?

Then rejoice in the bargain which ye have concluded: that is the achievement supreme.

[Qur’an At Taubah 9:111]

 

 

 

Narrated Anas: The Prophet said,

"A single endeavor (of fighting) in Allah's cause in the afternoon

or in the forenoon is better than all the world and whatever is in it.

A place in Paradise as small as the bow

or lash of one of you is better than all the world and whatever is in it.

And if a houri from Paradise appeared to the people of the earth,

she would fill the space between Heaven and the Earth with light

and pleasant scent and her head cover is better than the world and whatever is in it."

[HR Bukhari]

 

 

 

 

It has been narrated on the authority of Masruq who said:

We asked Abdullah about the Qur'anic verse: "Think not of those who are slain in Allah's way as dead. Nay, they are alive, finding their sustenance in the presence of their Lord....".

He said: We asked the meaning of the verse (from the Holy Prophet) who said:

 

The souls of the martyrs live in the bodies of green birds who have their nests in chandeliers hung from the throne of the Almighty.

 

They eat the fruits of Paradise wherever they like and then nestle in these chandeliers.

Once their Lord cast a glance at them and said:

 

Do ye want anything?

 

They said: What more can we desire? We eat the fruit of Paradise wherever we like.

 

Their Lord asked them the same question thrice.  When they saw that they would continue to be asked and not left (without answering the question),

 

they said: O Lord, we wish that Thou mayest return our souls to our bodies so that we may be slain in Thy cause once again. When He (Allah) saw that they had no need, they were left (to their joy in heaven).

[HR Muslim]

 

     


source: [MyIslam] ~Al-Mujahid : His true soul invisible to all but Allah~


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Wednesday, December 15, 2004
"Do'a Seorang Hamba"

Ya Allah,
Jika aku jatuh cinta, cintakanlah aku pada seseorang yang melabuhkan cintanya pada-Mu, agar bertambah kekuatan ku untuk mencintai-Mu.

Ya Muhaimin,
Jika aku jatuh cinta, jagalah cintaku padanya agar tidak melebihi cintaku pada-Mu

Ya Allah,
Jika aku jatuh hati, izinkanlah aku menyentuh hati seseorang yang hatinya tertaut pada-Mu, agar tidak terjatuh aku dalam jurang cinta semu.

Ya Rabbana,
Jika aku jatuh hati, jagalah hatiku padanya agar tidak berpaling pada hati-Mu.

Ya Rabbul Izzati,
Jika aku rindu, rindukanlah aku pada seseorang yang merindui syahid di jalan-Mu.

Ya Allah,
Jika aku rindu, jagalah rinduku padanya agar tidak lalai aku merindukan syurga-Mu.

Ya Allah,
Jika aku menikmati cinta kekasih-Mu, janganlah kenikmatan itu melebihi kenikmatan indahnya bermunajat di sepertiga malam terakhirmu.

Ya Allah,
Jika aku jatuh hati pada kekasih-Mu, jangan biarkan aku tertatih dan terjatuh dalam perjalanan panjang menyeru manusia kepada-Mu.

Ya Allah,
Jika Kau halalkan aku merindui kekasih-Mu, jangan biarkan aku melampaui batas sehingga melupakan aku pada cinta hakiki dan rindu abadi hanya kepada-Mu.

Ya Allah
Engkau mengetahui bahwa hati-hati ini telah berhimpun dalam cinta pada-Mu, telah berjumpa untuk taat pada-Mu, telah bersatu dalam dakwah pada-MU, telah berpadu dalam membela syariat-Mu. Kokohkanlah ya Allah ikatannya. Kekalkanlah cintanya. Tunjukilah jalan-jalannya. Penuhilah hati-hati ini dengan nur-Mu yang tiada pernah pudar. Lapangkanlah dada-dada kami dengan limpahan keimanan kepada-Mu dan keindahan bertawakal di jalan-Mu.
 
Allohumma astajib du'a ana, birohmatiqaya Arrhamarrohimin....
Amiin.. (100X, biar makin ma'bul doanya :)))
WAllohu Alam Bis Showab..
Wassalam
Anisa


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Pasrah

Semakin lama ku merasakan
Damai indah kasihMu
Bagi semua insan di dunia
Semua sama di hadapanNya

Sembah sujud padaMu Ilahi
Kami pasrahkan diri
lepas dari nafsu dunia
yang melenakan dan menghanyutkan

*
Diri ini penuh dosa
Ku harapkan ampunan bagi diriku
sucikan hari dari debu dan noda
PadaMu kuserahkan cintaku

Sajak Untuk Perempuan Yang Tersilau Dengan Fatamorgana Itu

Apakah kau bisa memisahkan rasa manis pada gula dan masin pada garam
Apakah hak kau untuk membaca apa yang kau tidak pernah lihat dan
tidak pernah rasa
Kau tiba-tiba tergiur dengan kemilau yang entah datang dari mana
Tanpa kau sedari kau dikelililingi oleh serigala yang akan
mengheretmu ke neraka
Kau berpura-pura bahagia dan sinis melihat ketidaksamaan yang kau
miliki
Maka ketahuilah bahawa kau adalah kau aku adalah aku dan aku tidak
pernah
Menjemputmu untuk hadir dalam padang permaianan untuk menghunus
senjata
Apakah kau memiliki prasyarat untuk menghukum
Lihat saja Musa yang kecewa kerana tidak bisa membaca perlakuan
Khidhir
Kau juga akan kecewa
Kerana kemilau yang kau lihat mutiara itu sebenarnya fatamorgana
Apabila mentari tiba embun di dedaunan pagi akan pergi
Masa itu kau akan sepi sendiri
Kerana kau tidak mengenal
Siapa kau sebenarnya.


Ramli Abdul Rahim
Malaysia
16 Oktober 2003


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MAHAR UNTUK AL-QUDS

Senjataku, Ruh dan rasa Rinduku yang menggelora,

Wahai Quds, AKU datang hari ini dengan segalanya sebagai mahar untukmu,

Darahku cat jarimu wahai pengantin baru,

Untuk tanahmu dan jiwa-jiwanya,

Sungai air mata kan mengering tapi azam menjadi jambatan untuk meraihmu,

Kebekukan senjata dan cintaku serta kukatakan: “ambillah!!!”

Di bawah terik matahari, kulangkahkan kaki sendiri untuk melihatmu,

Maka ambillah hatiku dan dakaplah kekuatanku dalam bumimu,

Supaya menjadi duri yang akan menusuk musuh yang menginjakkanmu,

Benih-benih pembalasan tumbuh di tanahmu dengan tangkai-tangkainya,

Dan batu-batu kecil cukup bagi kami untuk menggentarkan sebagai senjata kebenaran,

ALLAH Maha Besar...

Kami takkan takut pada lawan...

Akan meninggi bendera dan panji ISLAM di atas menara...

Sampaikan kepada dunia suara Azanmu

Wahai kesatria.

 

Mujahid al_QUDS


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KALAU NABI DATANG

Kalau nabi datang
Macamana perasaan nabi
Bila melihat ummat
Tak pandai mengurus diri
Sembahyang tiang agama
Dah tak penting lagi
Jahil agama….malas
Tak ada masa…
Kerana sibuk mencari duniawi

Kalau nabi datang
Tentu terkejut besar
Melihat umat Islam tidak lagi berjiwa besar
Penakut..pengecut
Sampai bayang-bayang sendiri  pun takut
Nak tegur anak isteri
Apalagi jiran ditepi
Mulut terkunci konon nak jaga hati

Kalau nabi datang
Tentulah sedih bukan kepalang
Melihat rumah tangga muslim dah tak ada kasih sayang
Ibu ayah kerja siang malam
Anak ke sana ke mari
Dok isi masa lapang
Sampai tak boleh beza
..manusia, syaitan, semua jadi member
bila dah jadi tak tentu arah
baru nak balik lintang pukang
dah terhantuk baru nak terngadah
biasalah…

Kalau nabi datang
Tentu rasa kesian
Kaum hawa yang baginda bela
Yang diangkat martabatnya
Kini hanya jadi barang jualan
Untuk ditengok-tengok
Dan dilihat-lihat
Maruah kaum hawa
Tercemar dengan mudah
Akhlak hiasan diri


Dah habis punah
Menjadi mangsa nafsu
Manusia jantan yang rohnya sakit
Jiwanya tertekan
Ibu isteri nenek kakak
Anak cucu
Sudah tak selamat seperti dulu

Kalau nabi datang
Airmatanya tentu berlinangan
Melihat al-Quran jadi mainan
Kalimah allah yang suci tak juga jadi panduan
Aqidah yang menjadi benteng iblis
Dah berkecai habis
Nilai murni tak siapa peduli lagi
Ada duit, ada power
Semua jadi!!
Halal haram
Dah tak kisah lagi!!
Manusia dah hilang martabat
Jadi lebih dasyat
Daripada haiwan yang melata dimuka bumi yang
Dah hampir kiamat

Wahai nabi wahai Rasulullah Muhammad
Begitulah nazaknya umatmu kini
Umat yang dah lupa dan sengaja tak mahu ikut ajaranmu
lagi
Malunya kami untuk berdoa
Malunya kami untuk nak minta syafaat

Kerana kami dah curang tak amanah dalam menjaga wasiat
lagi
Apakah masih ada lagi peluang untuk menagih simpati…


Terjemahan: Azlin Hezri

Pendeklamasi: Mu’adz Dzulkefly


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~*Angel in The Waters*~

"For each (person), there are angels in succession, before and behind him.[] They guard him by the Command of Allâh". (Ra'd 13:11)
 
~*~
 
~*Angel in The Waters*~
 
In its mother's womb. a tiny baby grows, explores the waters, and talks with the angel who is there.
 
wrote by : Regina Doman
Rewrite by : Dina Istova
 
 
In the beginning. I was...
I was for a long time.
Then things began to happen.
 
Inside me, something was beating fast,
and outside, something beating slower.
For a long time, that was all I knew.
 
There was something soft and warm beside me.
food came from it.
 
My angel was there. But I did not know that.
 
"Who are you?"
I asked my angel.
 
"You will know," said my angel.
"Eat now."
 
Then I could hear, and see.
I saw dark, and sometimes less dark.
I heard the beating inside me.
and the slow beating outside.
I heard other things,
but I did not know what they were.
"Where am I ?" I asked my angel.
"Mother," said the angel.
Mother was dark and full of Water.
There was room to swim.
 
There were bumps on my hands.
They grew larger and longer.
I could move them.
I put one in my mouth.
It felt good.
I put it there often.
Sometimes it was dark,
and soemtimes it was less dark.
I liked the less dark,
better than the dark.
Sounds come from there.
 
Sometimes...
something came, pushing. 
touched it with my hand, but it always went away.
 
"What is it?" I asked my angel.
"That is the other world," said the angel.
"Someday you will go there."
"What is the other world like?" I asked my angel.
"It is not like this world," said the angel.
"When you go there, you will find out."
 
Food always came, and I ate it.
I slept with the angel close to me.
The angel was always there, in the dark and warm.
 
There were sounds I liked
and some sounds I did not like as well.
I heard more and more.
I listened more and more.
Sometimes things moved,
and sometimes things did not move.
When things did not move, I did.
 
There was one thing I did not understand.
Mother got smaller and smaller.
There was a time when I could swim,
and touch Mother was everywhere.
It became harder and harder to move.
 
"What is happening?" I asked my angel.
"You are growing," said my angel.
But I did not know what "growing" meant.
I slept and dreamt of swimming.
 
Then, when I was moving.
I suddenly found a bit more room.
Room for my head.
It felt odd, but I kept it there.
I did not know why.
 
"Something is going to happen," I said to my angel. "That is right," said the angel.
"It is time for you to go soon. There is not enaugh room for you here."
 
"When I go to the other world, where will you be?"
I asked my angel.
 
"I will be there," said the angel.
"I will always be with you.
You may not see me or hear me".
"In the other world there are many things
to see and hear, but I will awlays be with you."
I did not want to go to the other world.
But I knew I had to.
 
For now, I slept.

 I waited, with my angel,
and I looked at the less dark.
"She wants you to come out," the angel said.
 
"Who"
"Mother," said the angel.
"But I thought Mother was a place."
"She is more than a place," the angel said.
"You will find out soon."
 
It was dark...
and the less dark.
I needed room for my head.
I decided to go.
 
Then everything moved.
Things pushed me.
The waters began to leave.
I tried to hold on to them, but they left.
I was sad, but there was no room to swim anyway.
 
There was a long time, everything moving.
 
And nothing else.
No Mother.
No angel.
Nothing
 
Sounds came out of me.
Oh!
Loud sounds!
Nothing was anywhere!
 
And then something new was around me,
warm and soft.
I knew it was Mother, but different.
I was less cold.
I saw someone.
I was quiet.
It was Mother, but not all around me.
There were sounds that were new and not new.
Then I slept.
 
I woke up.
I was cold.
I was alone.
Where was my angel?
Oh, where was my angel?
Sounds came out of me.
 
Mother came.
She was all around me, just about.
I felt warm.
Things were better.
But I missed the waters.
I missed my angel.
 
It was quiet.
All was quiet.
I looked, and saw my angel.
It was not warm. I
t was much less dark.
But my angel was there.
"I will always be with you," said my angel.
"There are many things in this world to hear.
There are many things to see.
You will not always hear me.
You will not always see me,
but I will always be here."
 
"How will I know you are here?" I asked.
 
"When you are quiet, you will know," said my angel.
 
"But I like to see you and hear you and feel you," I said.
"I don't like this world.
It is too cold.
It is too big."
 
"It is very big, but you will grow big.
It will feel beter and warmer when you are bigger.
But there is another,
bigger world outside this one.
Someday I will take you there."
 
"When?" I asked my angel.
"When it is time," said my angel.
 
It has now been many days
since I left the waters.
There is so much to see,
and much to learn.
I like many things.
 
Sometimes...
when I am in my bath,
I remember the waters, and swimming.
 
 
And my angel is always there...
 
~*~
 
MashaAllaah, I love this story... jazakillah khaer  for sister Kim who kindly sent this book pages to me.
These gentle illustrations and wise words tell the story of that baby and the angel in the waters... a stroy that's sure to delight all young children, because the journey from conception to birth is their story, too.
 
[islam_peace_&_understanding]

 


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CIRCLE OF LIFE

Where there is life
There is suffering

Where there is suffering
There are always lessons

Where there is lesson
There is always growth

Where there is growth
There is always hope

Where there is hope
There is always strength

Where there is strength
There is always Love

Where There is Love
There are always miracles

Where there are miracles
There is always God

Where there is God
There is always life anew

Never lose hope!
Many beautiful things await

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Muslim duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Allah to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"


[muslim_youth_club


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The Tears Didn't Stop...

"The Tears Didn't Stop...
I thought about Yawm ul Qiyaamah,
and the tears began to fall,
I thought about the terrible Reckoning,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the rape of the Ummah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how we had failed to fulfil the obligations central to this Deen of Allah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how we slept at night, while they were butchered,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the Mujahid, tortured to death for attempting to escape Kufr captivity,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the Hundreds and thousands of Mujahideen in torturous captivity,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about those of my sincere Brothers, who had to stay behind patiently,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about limbless orphans, the worst victims of war,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the baby girl who had been dehumanised while we watched,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how I would manage on the bridge of Siraat on Qiyaamah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the man, who had answered the lone cry of one girl in Afghanistaan,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about my desire to see the beautiful and Noble face of the beloved Rasoolallah (SAW),
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about Jahannam and burning fires of hell we were to be fuel for,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I turned to my Creator in Forgiveness, and in a state of helplessness and utter dependency,
I Cried and I Cried and I Cried...
I begged Allah to bestow his Mercy on Me, and My Brothers, and He Mercifully answered My prayers.
He Granted me Sleep.
But then I awoke and the tears within never did stop."

 source: muslim_youth_club


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Monday, November 08, 2004
The Holy Qura;an

Side by  Side

  They lie  on the table side by side

    The Holy  Quran and the T.V. Guide.

 One is  well worn and cherished with pride.

  Not the  Quran, but the T.V. Guide.

  One is  used daily to help folks decide.

 Not the  Quran, but the T.V. Guide.

  As the  pages are turned, what shall they see?

 Oh, what  does it matter, turn on the T.V.

 
  So they  open the book in which they confide.

  No, not  the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.

 The Word  of Allah is seldom read.

 Maybe a  verse before they fall into bed.

 Exhausted  and sleepy and tired as can be.

 Not from  reading the Quran, from watching T.V.

  So then  back to the table side by side,

 Lie the  Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.
 
  No time  for prayer, no time for the Word,

  The plan  of Istiqama is seldom heard.
 
  But  forgiveness of sin, so full and free,

  Is found  in the Quran, not on T.V.

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