MorninG..

November 18, 2011

Do you wonder why you have to,
feel the things that hurt you,
if there’s a God who loves you,
where is He now?

Maybe, there are things you can’t see
and all those things are happening
to bring a better ending
some day, some how, you’ll see, you’ll see

Chorus:
Would dare you, would you dare, to believe,
that you still have a reason to sing,
’cause the pain you’ve been feeling,
can’t compare to the joy that’s coming

so hold on, you got to wait for the light
press on, just fight the good fight
because the pain you’ve been feeling,
it’s just the dark before the morning

My friend, you know how this all ends
and you know where you’re going,
you just don’t know how you get there
so just say a prayer.
and hold on, cause there’s good who love God,
life is not a snapshot, it might take a little time,
but you’ll see the bigger picture

Would dare you, would you dare, to believe,
that you still have a reason to sing,
’cause the pain you’ve been feeling,
can’t compare to the joy that’s coming

so hold on, you got to wait for the light
press on, just fight the good fight
because the pain you’ve been feeling,
it’s just the dark before the morning
yeah, yeah,
before the morning,
yeah, yeah

Once you feel the way of glory,
all your pain will fade to memory
once you feel the way of glory,
all your pain will fade to memory
memory, memory, yeah

Would dare you, would you dare, to believe,
that you still have a reason to sing,
’cause the pain you’ve been feeling,
can’t compare to the joy that’s coming

Would dare you, would you dare, to believe,
that you still have a reason to sing,
’cause the pain you’ve been feeling,
can’t compare to the joy that’s coming

com’n, you got to wait for the light
press on, just fight the good fight
because the pain you’ve been feeling,
it’s just the hurt before the healing
the pain you’ve been feeling,
just the dark before the morning
before the morning, yeah, yeah.

Eshq’e Janaan

May 10, 2011

Tarigh’e

Sanama

Shams o Qamar

Khomar e Mastaan.

April 18, 2010

Khomar e mastaan kateh Ishqe bahaar myayad. Ishqe bahaar..

Oh yeah, I´ll tell you something
I think you’ll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

Oh, please, say to me
You’ll let me be your man
and please, say to me

You’ll let me hold your hand
Now let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you i feel happy, inside
It’s such a feeling
That my love
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
I can’t hide

Yeah you, got that something
I think you’ll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand

And when I touch you I feel happy, inside
It’s such a feeling
That my love
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
I can’t hide

Yeah you, got that something
I think you’ll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your haaaaaaaand

🙂

You suffice..

September 22, 2009

A Most Exquisite Poem by Imam Al-Haddad, rahimahullah..

Translation :

My Lord’s knowledge has sufficed me
from asking or choosing

For my du’a and my agonising supplication
is a witness to my poverty.

For this secret (reason) I make supplication
in times of ease and times of difficulty

I am a slave whose pride
is in his poverty and obligation.

O my Lord and my King
You know my state.

And what has settled in my heart
of agonies and preoccupations.

Save me with a gentleness
from You, O Lord of Lords.

Oh save me, Most Generous
before I run out of patience (with myself)

My Lord’s knowledge has sufficed me
from asking or choosing

O One who is swift in sending aid
I ask for aid that will arrive to me swiftly

It will defeat all difficulty
and it will bring all that I hope for

O Near One Who answers
and All-Knowing and All-Hearing

I have attained realisation through my incapacity,
my submission and my brokenness

My Lord’s knowledge has sufficed me
from asking or choosing

I am still standing by the door, so please my Lord
have mercy on my standing.

And in the valley of generosity, I am in i’tikaf (solitary retreat)
So, Allah, make my retreat here permanent.

And I’m abiding by good opinion (of You)
For it is my friend and ally.

And it is the one that sits by me and keeps me company
All day and night.

My Lord’s knowledge has sufficed me
from asking or choosing

There is a need in my soul, O Allah
so please fulfil it, O Best of Fulfillers

And comfort my secret and my heart
from its burning and its shrapnel

In pleasure and in happiness
and as long as You are pleased with me

For joy and expansion is my state
and my motto and my cover.

My Lord’s knowledge has sufficed me
from asking or choosing

(source : http://fazilmunir.com/Qad.html)

ps : thank you again, dearest you.

Qiraaht

August 26, 2009

– Two of the best qiraaht worldwide, do enjoy.

Chronicles of Akhirah.

August 15, 2009

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Daniel Abdul-Hayy Moore

THEY CAME DOWN FROM THE HIGH AND LOW PLACES,
they threaded themselves along
through the intricate threadings,
the ancient ones and the new ones,
all the famous were among them,
all the shining stars,
all the historical glory-grabbers, the great thieves,
all the inventors with their psychological quirks,
the nobodies came as well, the flowing multitudes of the anonymous,
the endless dissatisfied housewives, authoritative bureaucrats,
gas-station attendants and couples with no children,
philanthropists and the workaholics,

they came through the sandy pass,
faces were indistinguishable, differences unnoticed,
naked they came and assembled,
fear for their own state kept their eyes on the ground,

they came and made ranks,
the noble and notable next to the hardened criminal,
the saint in his glow next to the shrew in her darkness,
all the Chinese came, all the Australian Aborigines,
some who had never been clothed came,
and some who had never been out of them,

important socialites were bereft of their diamonds,
the scholar with references bereft of his briefcase,
the policeman with his beer-belly pitched on his heels,
the priest with his miter now gone, lost in a haze,

well-known faces recognized in the earthly crowd
were lost in the mass now, shaded by the one standing next to it,

no Rolls-Royce stood ready for the king,
his feet made dust-prints with the rest,
no helicopter hovered to take the millionaire away,
he felt the weight of his reconstituted body now with the rest,

as they awaited the setting-up of the scales,
as humanity assembled on the plain under a blinding sun
and awaited the judgment to fall

that would decide each one’s place.

Even the sainted were afraid, the ones whose hearts
glowed like a sunrise
through the transparency of their rib-cages,
even they were covered in sweat to their eyebrows,
the camel-drivers of the edge,
the caravan-leaders at the margins of the earth,
the destitute, delicate, daring hearts who
stayed up nights calling out in hope
and spiritual derangement,

they took their places in this place of no-place
and awaited the click that would tell all,
the sinking or rising of the pan
with the light or heavy scales registering
the forever of their moments
lengthened out now along a line

visible from the beginning to the end of each life
like a straight narrative, or a string with knots in it.

No flaws in the universe,
and the universal memory has no lapses.

Each dwarf or giant of sensibility and care
came to the jamboree

at the beginning of Eternity
and wondered in its echoes

what its final fate would be

Grace

April 1, 2008

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The desire has been reborn,

The passion nourished,

The perception blown in by the winds,

Enlightenment on the shores of rocky beaches,

It hasn’t been an easy swim, no, never….

The waters dark, cold, and entrapping.

The only hope was the shore in sight, the color of the sands hitting my eyes from time to time,

Assuring me that I will reach it, just a bit more, just a bit more,

And finally, I have arrived, at my destination.

And Oh! What a precious place I have come to…

The waters green like Emerald,

The Emerald of Mikayels wings, broad and expanding, as the Beloved described.

The sands pink like the pearls and rubies my mother would adorn on her beloved hands,

As I would look on in young age hoping to comprise such gems of my own one day, and finally,

I have reached the destination. The length of the journey has only added to the sweetness of coming to its close.

Now, now that I have secured myself upon the sandy hills, I wonder…

I wonder, why is no one else in sight? Where has everyone gone?

How can such beauty and exotic wonders be forsaken? Could anywhere else be nearly as fulfilling?

No, certainly not. I want to call to the world, to the far shores in the distance,

Come! Come! See what has been promised, see what can be found no where else!

It’s truly unforgettable, the feeling of being back, Home.

Home, the Home of my Heart…

Yes, I have had the honour of being invited back, Home.

What a place I have yearned for, missed in every minute of seperation, longed for in every waking second,

And what could I have done to deserve the honour of this invitation? I am only at a loss of words, I could not know,

Even if I tried. And it is not for me to question, I know little, I see little,  I could not understand,

Even if I tried. All I know is, the swim is not swift, stroke after stroke, with the mirage of the sands as my last hope…

My mind aching, my body exhausted, my heart yearning! Oh what a painful yearning! I have never seen such pain as that of

The heart aching for its Home. For its breath, for its drink.

In a sea of water, and none to drink!

In lands massed with lovers, and my own love not adequate.

 What a disturbed knowing.

How can I recompense for this gift of being let in to my home again? I cannot.

Even if I were to try for the next thousand years, prostrate, sun in and sun out, I could not. 

Praise be, Glory be, to only…only, the Greatest!

Who has given the beat of my heart back to me….

Most exqusitely!

In the reach of deep lovers, of the truly devoted, the hearts of shining, stark White Light,

I have been pulling in, and being pulled in, by the tide of high lovers!

Finally, with the passing of the birth of the Beloved, and the birth of the Azure, of the Sapphire,

Of true heat of the Golden orb. Not of the falsely yellow sun, utterly insincere in the winter whiteness.

Color has finally been let in to my being, and what a joy it has been!

The Earth shouting with pleasure, with Birth!

The trees as pink as the budding mother!

The horizon of meadows as green as the Emerald seas. What a sight!

Truly, the Master has been Merciful once again…

For if it wasn’t for His Benevolence…

Oh I wouldn’t defy to think of where I would be…where we would be…

Nothing but at a loss, lost in the bold lie of the winter sun.

Time…?

March 9, 2008

Subhan’Allaah, as I am sitting in my room after a long day, reflecting on the day, on my life as I know it, on my understanding of the world, and the expectations for tomorrow, I can’t help but try to plan for the future, no matter it be for next week or for years to come. I sit here thinking and contemplating on life as it is, and how it might turn out in the end, and that’s when I make the realization, maybe today was my last day, maybe I just am not meant to see another sunrise or sunset, and that these past 24 hours really were my last hours in this world, could I know? Could you know? No. We cannot. Alhamdulillah, my life is good, I haven’t seen disease, and I haven’t experienced loss, I am healthy, secure, and on the threshold to the rest of my life, walhamdulillah! But I- like you- do not know what is to come in the next five minutes, or the next 5 years, so I think, has my purpose been fulfilled? Has my job been done, my real job? Is my Creator happy with me? I really do not think so, not only am I not successful, but I am far from it, and this is what has scared me the most in these moments…perhaps you can sympathize in someway or another, but all I’m asking is for you to take a look at this video, and I’m sure you’ll be somewhere along the same lines… 


 
When we are placed in our graves, having to suffice with our white shrouds and 6 feet of dirt, we will yearn, we will implore, if only we could come back, to make one more Istighfar, make one more Salaat, just one, just one more La Ilaha Illalah…! And Allaah, the All Mighty will be waiting with his response; “Kalah!”  No!
 
Subhan’Allaah.

Shaykh Mishary…

March 4, 2008

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