Reflections

As Salamu Alaikum

Masha Allah a very informative article. Something to really reflect upon.

It reminds me of this Hadith of the Prophet (Sallallahu 'Alayhi wa Sallam)

Narrated By Anas (Radhi Allahu Anhu): I will narrate to you a Hadith and none other than I will tell you about after it. I heard Allah's Apostle (Sallallahu 'Alayhi wa Sallam) saying: From among the portents of the Hour are (the following):

1. Religious knowledge will decrease (by the death of religious learned men).

2. Religious ignorance will prevail.

3. There will be prevalence of open illegal sexual intercourse.

4. Women will increase in number and men will decrease in number so much so that fifty women will be looked after by one man.

(Al-Bukhari Book 003, Hadith Number 081)

May Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala guide us to the Straight Path Ameen!

Auzubillahi minash shaitan ir rajeem,

Bismillah ir rahman ir rahim,

Tears of Life

There is surely magic
in our capacity
to articulate thought,
but beyond that country
of words lies an ocean
of tears where unchartered
depths give birth to currents
of great complexity
to which language only
can allude through concept-
heavy crafts that skim the
surface across life�s sea
where emotional tides
run heavily in all
directions. Intensely,
we feel disparity
between what can be said
and that which silently
flows through inner paths
that mark boundaries of
vulnerability.
We stand before Being
clothed in asymmetry,
like a homeless pauper
in a city of the
powerful and wealthy.
Feeling a dynamic
electricity in
Being�s presence, we are
overwhelmed with a sense
of inadequacy,
and tears begin to spill
as theory�s levee springs
leaks in efficacy
by which we wall away
painful realities.
Or, beauty rises in
our souls like a harvest
moon that illumines night
fall so brilliantly
we can do nothing but
shed tears of gratitude
for being given leave
to see Divinity
in action through landscapes
of conscious alchemy.
Transcendent realms project
shadows which weave illusions
that form this worldly space,
and, intuitively,
we cry in response to
the mystery which plays
hide and seek with our
lives. A variety
of inclinations form
the sluicegates from which tears
flow � from: anxiety,
to: joyous jubilee;
from: death�s finality,
to: creativity.
Tears are indemnity
for the limitations
of language and reason.

Poet: Unknown

As Salamu Alaikum  

"Say: "Tell me! If Allah made the night continuous for you till the Day of Resurrection, which god besides Allah could bring you light? Will you not then hear?

Say" Tell me! If Allah made the day continuous for you till the Day of Resurrection, which god besides Allah could bring you night wherein you rest? Will you not then see?

It is out of His Mercy that He has made for you the night and the day that you may rest therein and that you may seek of His Bounty � and in order that you may be grateful."

Al-Qur'an Surah Al-Qasas 28: 71-73

O Allah, only Your Kindness and Compassion can restore  my brokeness.  My poverty nothing can enrich but Your Gentleness and Goodness.

Only Grace from You can calm my agitation.  My frailty Your Power alone can strengthen.  My longings, nothing but Your Bounty will ever satisfy.

My destitution will be made good by Your Wealth alone.  My need of You none other can fulfil.  Only Your Mercy can gladden my distress.

My sorrow of heart only Your Compassion will relieve.  My thirst will not be slaked unless You reach to me, nor my fearing soul be set at rest except I find You.

Only the sight of Your Countenance of Grace can meet my deepest yearning.  It is only in drawing near to You that rest is truly mine.

Your Spirit only will restore my broken heart: my sickness, only Your Medicine will heal.  It is only when You are near that my grief is lifted.

Only Your Pardon laves my wound.  The stain in my heart only Your Forgiveness can take away.  It is Your Command alone that stills the whispering in my bosom.

For You are the Utmost Hope of the hopeful, the Goal of the Quest of the questioners, the Ultimate that petitioners seek, the crown of all that men desire.

You are the Guardian of the well-doers, the Security of the timorous, the Treasure of the deprived, the Wealth of the destitute, the Succour of those who cry for help, the Satisfier of the needs of the poor and the wretched.

On You I call, O Most Merciful and Gracious.  I humble myself before You and make my plea.  My cry and my yearning are that You would refresh me with Your Kindly Spirit and continue to me Your Good Pleasure.

For here I am standing at the door of Your Goodness, setting myself in the way of Your Righteousness to breathe upon me, and taking firm hold of the strong rope - the sure grasp of one who clings to You.

O Allah, do Mercy to Your unworthy servant, whose word is faint, whose deed is scant.  In Your Rich Forbearance do well to her.  Shelter her under Your shade, You who are Lord of all the Merciful, Kingly, Glorious and Mighty.

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I do not remember where I found this beautiful prayer but I know it was not marked by any author.  Does anyone know who the author is?

Peace, ummziba.