Some days, I’m good. The sun is setting and the clouds are on fire, and it’s stunning, sublime. I suck in the air and let its coolness pierce me, I feel alive with the sense of my own insignificance - Ya Allah! The red bleeds into plum which bleeds into black and blue. Listen to the whisper of Jamal.
Other days, I wonder… Is that setting sun as melancholy for him as it is for me? I allow my mind to wander the wastelands, deep within. I never knew this side of the heart could feel so dark and ragged. Ya Latif…
I don’t linger long here. It still hurts and I grasp at the sun’s dying rays, longing to smooth those edges with warmth and hope.
Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t.
And when it doesn’t I remind myself that that’s ok. It might be painful but pain isn’t always a bad thing. Let me learn through Jalal.
So whilst winter nights are long, remember the dawn will always come.
I see you there, pulling along the heavy weight that is your self.
I see you trying to suck up the pain and hurt you feel at your perceived failings.
Don’t beat yourself up about it. Life is going on; it has and will continue to do so. Keep trying. Keep striving.
Do beat your self up though. Slay it with salawat.
Sure, ‘you’ keep slipping, stumbling along this path. Sure, ‘you’ thought this would be all sunshine, smiles and spiritual highs. Perhaps ‘you’ thought that they would help you along, that he would help you along. Good thing this isn’t about ‘you’ or ‘them’ or ‘him’.
Keep knocking at that door because those words are “the Opener of that which was closed”.
The skies are blue but there are storms within you. Lightning and thunder that shock and shudder your innermost being. It’s painful but you are growing, even if you feel you’re not.
But only by and with God’s grace.
Allahumma salli ‘ala Sayyidina Muhammad, al Fatihi lima ughliqa, wal Khatimi lima sabaq, Nassiril Haqqi bil Haqq, wal Hadi ila siraatikal mustaqeem, wa ‘ala aalihi haqqa qadrihi wa miqdarihil ‘adheem.
“Which one of us is the one who desires paradise? And which one of us does paradise desire? Like the great people that struggled in this fleeting life. Like the Messenger of Allah ﷺ said of the likes of Salman al-Farsi (ra) and Ali bin Abi Talib (ra), that Paradise yearns for them. In this month paradise yearns for its people. The great gates of paradise are flung open and paradise yearns for great souls, those that have struggled in this fleeting life.”—Shaykh Ibrahim Osi-Efa (via alivesonofawake)
“Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.”—"I want to get fit, I just don’t have time." -Everyone (via lanthorn)
Having forgotten their own names and from where they came.
Love can make the mildest amongst us
Lay awake at night plotting the demise
Of the one who took her love away
Leaving a raging hole where her heart…
"Love is the way Coltrane kissed his saxophone In that moment you would think they were all alone No band, no audience, no stage, no microphone Just the ‘Player’ and the ‘Played’ in a dreamy haze And then he awakes and realises everyone was watching them make love.”
Many are often enthralled by European Colonialism and its vast influence on often bastardizing, robbing, exploiting, and conquering large portions of the world and converting them to their sub-par ways of life in an attempt for their own “Superiority” Complexes and often developing inferiority…
You know, when people say to me, “So you’re Arab?”
“This separation of the North from the rest of Africa is done partly on the justification that the people in the region are Arab, and thus not African. It is true that Arabs invaded northern Africa in the 7th century C.E., and colonized parts of the continent, and those Arabs were not indigenous Africans, but the north of Africa is not, however, Arab, and speaking Arabic does not make a North African an Arab. As one commenter put it, to call North Africans Arabs “… would be like calling people from Hong Kong British, or Peruvians Spanish. You wouldn’t class the Greeks as Turks would you?”—Arab North and Black South: the False Separation that damages our identity as African by Nuunja Kahina (via imazighenstateofmind)
“Remember that a staggering number of people don’t know their fathers. A similar statistic could be mentioned for those who wish they never had. Be thankful for your blessings if this day brings you joy and be patient with those who tend to gloat about their perfect dads if it brings you pain.”—Imam Abdul Latif Finch for Father’s Day
Depersonalizing love for the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, is a common trick these days. People are encouraged to say “love of the Sunnah,” either by being told that or it being a common practice. But beware! Love of the Sunnah does not necessarily include love of the Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings upon him. But, love of the Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, does include love of his Sunnah.
The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, did not say “None of you truly believes until my sunnah is more beloved to him than his father, his child and all of mankind.”
He said, “None of you truly believes until *I* am more beloved to him than his father, his child and all of mankind.”