Tuesday, 23 June 2009
بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
We are here for a short time only,
And we walk a Path so lonely.
A man and his wife is Allah's sign.
Their love an echo of His Design.
Such love so deep, comes once in your life,
Once found, only she could ever be your wife.
Like Andromache and Helikaon.
Once she was lost, he could not go on.
Every Lover has only one heart to live,
Echo of the Divine Love, one to give.
And when that is lost, beyond all hope,
God truly knows the Man cannot cope.
That is truly our anchor in this world.
When that is lost, it will all unfurl.
What is left is the Eternal Sleep,
The only cure for pain so deep.
Is the pain of the heart, the sin of the soul?
The tears are so hot, the heart is so cold.
The nights so long and lonely.
Without the Divine Echo's only.
And may Allah (s.w.t.) not Turn the Divine Face from me on the Day the Trumpets have sounded. May He Remember me kindly for what I did try. And may He have Mercy on me for when I ultimately failed. And may He Remember that I never did turn to any but Him even when the nights were longest and Shaythan sat by my right side and Death sat on my left. Amin.
It is said that a man went to Allah (s.w.t.) on the Day of Judgement and demanded admittance to
on the strength of his amal. Allah (s.w.t.)
Ordered the mizan to weigh all his ‘ibadah against a single eye that Allah
(s.w.t.) Gave him.
If we had worshipped Allah (s.w.t.) from the moment we are Created until Judgement Day, we cannot pay the price of a single eye. Such are His Gifts, such is His Generosity. We do not gain anything by our capacity to ask but by His Capacity to Give. Our amal is not our own. Our ‘ibadah is not our own. It is by His Capacity that we do it. Never ours. And for such arrogance and for the worship of his amal, that man was dragged to the Fire.