Bismillah:

I peered at the rose petals that lead to a huge garden
I made sure every step I took mirrored the petals

I found myself in front of a massive gate
I can already smell the sweet scented roses

"Salaaaam...Can I come in?" "Hello..." I echoed.
I waited for full dreadful five minutes.

Suddenly, I could make out a silhouette of a gardener, the owner, I assumed.
He called out firmly but with undefined gentleness,
"Go away.. It's not the time yet."

Stunned, I backed away, almost in tears.

But, I felt the certainty that I would come here again.
Next time , I would be welcomed and touched the roses myself.
In Syaa Allah Taala...
Next time, I would hear, from the same voice,
"Waalaikumsalam, now the key (of the garden) is yours."

Bismillah:

To the Zionists who live across Jordan in the Blessed land of Palestine.

"You enter but I saw it as ambush.
Invasion to say the least.
Yet you scream the undefined word of self-defence
When one tries to stand up, 
Only for his basic right.

You enter but I saw it as ambush. 
Invasion to say the least. 
You kill those same people whose land gives you shelter
When one tries to say their share
You say its totally yours

You enter but I saw it as ambush
Invasion to say the least. 
You paraded your power that never came into existence
When one is screaming help
Running from bloody hands of yours
You slowly put the same hands covering the world's ears

You enter but I saw it as ambush
Invasion to say the least
Daylight robbery with no criminal charge
Your stare silenced the people
After all this genocide....You smile calling it a victory
Forgetting that its not the end
Without your end." #HandsoffAqsa
#HandsOffPalestine

Bismillah:

We steadily dance in the pouring rain. 
For long hours till the familiar glint of twilight appears. 
The thunder constantly shakes our eardrums, 
The lightning constantly blazing our pupils, 
The soaked clothes we are wearing. ..
Despite all that...
We steadily dance in the pouring rain. 
For long hours till the familiar glint of twilight appears. 
And he quietly stand there. 
Shaking his head. 
Silently whispers,
"If only they know...
The pouring rain are dark red, salty even.
A mixed of tears and cold blood.
The thunder is a shrieking cry of help.
The lightning is the opened scar..........
Of their own brothers. 
They are dancing and being laughed at."

He left. 
We steadily dance in the pouring rain.
For long hours till the familiar glint of twilight appears.

Bismillah:

Alhamdulillah Taala for everything in life.
We can never thank Allah Taala enough, can we?

History is something that everyone should consider reading and contemplating about it.
Sometimes the reason we are not able to identify with our ownselves is because we do not know our own history, our own beginning.
History was never a thing that was simply created and written.
With all the inks used to write it, a thousand folds more of perspiration and blood that came with it.
And a thousand more of silenced incidents and happenings that only Allah Taala Knows of its existence.
And a thousand more of unsung heroes who brought glory and victory, who carved hope and positive vibes to readers of history.
Behind every words written in the name of history, hidden many unknown feelings that only readers chose to feel and understand.
I was never familiar with history until I faced all these giant problems the world held.
I tried to find people with experience that could at least give me advice on what to do.
Until I met with my own history, the best kind, the history of Islam.
And only then, I realised that history is doing one of the things it is well known for.....

; History is repeating itself. And we never learn, never even take precaution.
The solutions are there. But we never give it a glance.
If history could speak, it will say , "I'm happening again, and I don't expect it to be my last time. You people are still the same."

Allahu Taala Mustaan.

Bismillah:

O Sun.. I admire you.
You've seen countless unjust acts and blood but still you stand tall shining, giving light unconditionally.

O Moon... I admire you.
You've met many paradise-promised men and women but still you shine our nights and bear with us , sinners.

Bismillah:

At the very end of the corner
the place where I stand
always the place where I stand
healing myself, comforting my soul

sometimes pieces of shrapnel miss me by an inch
sometimes some of it scrap the surface of my being

At the very end of the corner
the place where I contemplate
always the place where I contemplate
understanding things, wondering about everything

sometimes questions flood my whole mind
sometimes answers come when confusion takes it toll

At the very end of the corner
the place where I become human
always the place where I become human
becoming more aware, becoming more of myself

sometimes I shiver , drenching myself in tears
sometimes I shine, from the warmth of happiness

At the very end of the corner
the place where I supplicate
always the place where I supplicate
bowing myself to The Lord of the worlds, feeling the full breeze of liberty

always I become whole and free
always I am at home and in Him I let my soul be

Bismillah:

"When you have felt the pain of being mistreated , you have two choices:
1) "revenge" by mistreating others
2) make sure that no one feels the same pain you felt before.

If you choose 1, you are no different from the one who mistreats you and this will become a cycle in the society which leads to many negative things.

If you choose 2, you don't just make a favor for your own good, but you are also performing Ihsaan , a high quality of manner, to others. We need more people like you in the society. 

Bismillah:

In my Seerah Nabawiyah SAW class, Duktur talked about the actual role of mosques; it not being a place for worship only but also a place where Muslims meet and discuss, a community place, place for learning, a place where warfare is discussed, a place where a strong Ummah build their foundations there and so much more.

Everyone is welcomed in the mosque.

Then, one of the students said jokingly, "But now the only one who come in and out of a mosque is the jenazah (the deceased)."

Many of us laughed but we could not ignore the bitter and sad truth behind those words.

Bismillah:

The person that we least talk to is....... ourselves!

When is the last time we say "Thank you" to ourselves?
When is the last time we say "You're beautiful" to ourselves?
When is the last time we say "You can do it in Syaa Allah Taala !" to ourselves?
When is the last time we say "I love you" to ourselves?

Sometimes, we appreciate others more than we do to ourselves, don't we?
Sometimes, the person that need us the most is our own selves. 
Loving and appreciating ourselves are ways to show our gratitude to Allah Taala. Why don't we do that often?

Bismillah: 
’Why do you not write about love?’ she asked, as though she yearned for a poetic romance to unfold right before her. Hoping for a glimpse at how his mind would scribble in the deepest of colour, and paint its picture of love.

‘To protect you and I’ he replied. ‘To protect us from falling for beautiful empty dreams shaped into words, from a man who is yet to learn what it truly means to love. To respect love, until I am worthy of it in the eyes of a woman that is rightfully mine’.

— Mobeen Hakeem

And my reply/continuation:

"I stopped to look by...
Once .
That's the limit.
And I ponder..
You're too good.
To even be in my mind. 
I erase all the thoughts and feelings.
In the hope, 
I would get it back. One day.
In the best way. 
In the best way of His. "

And this is totally random and I am really in awe with the brother's words. But still.. May Allah Taala Protect us all. Aameen. 

"Learn to say I love you not just to your spouses, but to those you love for Allah:

Anas reported that a man was with the Prophet, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, when a man passed by him and said, "O Messenger of Allah, I love this man." The Prophet said to him, "Have you informed him?" He said, "No." He said, "Inform him," and he caught up with him and said, "I love you for the sake of Allah." He said, "The One for whom you love me has made me love you." [Abu Dawud]"

-Sheikh Omar Suleiman

"But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah knows while you know not." (Al Baqarah, 216)

‪#‎Boycott‬ mode on!

#Sollu3alanNabiy

 

Bismillah:

I asked the Sun and the Moon, "What have you learnt from each other?"
They looked at each other, smiled and replied , "Never judge someone easily."
I asked curious, "How so?"

The Sun, seem not surprised at all by my question, answered ," You see, there was this one man I hated! Please take note the past tense. Every day he would do something so bad that I did not approve he enjoying my light. One day, late evening, I told the Moon about him."

The Moon joined the conversation ," I, on the other hand, saw otherwise. The same man stood late at night and prostrated crying for his sins. It made me wonder why until Sun told me. I, on the other hand, love his company."

I was confused and the Sun noticed it and said ," I judged too quickly without knowing the bigger situation. I judged too quickly without knowing his status in Allah's eyes, is he forgiven or not. If the One who saw his sinning 24/7 would give him the chance every night to stand before Him, breathe His air and live another day, it means something, and I am in no position to judge."

The Moon added, "One more thing. He became better actually. But the Sun just would not see that with all the hatred, then. And if you look closely, his tired eyes, as though it cried "I tried and I am too week. But I will keep trying as long as You keep these eyes open, My Lord."

"I have to go and don't thank us, thank He who created us,"said the Sun and the call for Maghrib prayer was heard.