Alhamdoelillah

الأضلاع

how can i not love Him it is He who holds my fragile heart in his hands after the world has broken it it is He who reassures my tired soul with His words after the world has shattered it it is He who brings peace to my life with His love after the world has taken it away how can i not love Him

one night you will breathe out the most silent ‘alhamdulillah’ into the wind, almost voiceless yet loud enough for even the furthest of nightingales to listen and sing its praise all along. this night i promise you would hear from the entire world only that and understand that each voice had always been encompassed by Him.

if I could share with you only one lesson worthy your lifetime then it would be: take the dunya a bit lighter, for not even the weight of wings is needed for your rooh to follow its life’s Giver and Taker.

Trials reveals the jewels among men.

My dear, when I tell you about hope, I want you to imagine the sweat dropping off Hajra’s skin as she insistently runs for water in the midst of the desert. I want you to feel the pain and the strength of a father like Ibrahim when he looked into his son’s eyes as a sacrifice to God; Feel the betrayal in Yusuf’s heart when his own flesh and blood tossed him away like garbage and the thick darkness inside a whale where Yunus resided, alone. I want you to picture the wide sea in front of your feet as Musa fled from the pharaoh and how terrified Asiyah must’ve been as she resisted her violent husband. Scream, as Bilal’s bones get crushed while his mouth uttered the shahada and wonder how Rasulullah could still continue his path as blood was flowing down his head and soiled meat was thrown at him. And maybe then when you see it all, feel it all, imagine it all, you would learn that thirst didn’t win over Hajra and Ismael, and Ismael wasn’t slayed. Neither did Yusuf end up unsuccessful and Yunus forgotten. Musa and his people still crossed the sea, Bilal saved out of nowhere and Muhammad’s mission is blooming like never before - because my dear hope means not seeing an escape yourself, but knowing that Allah always does.

“If the pains of this world tire you, do not grieve. For it may be that Allah wishes to hear your voice by way of duaa. So pour out your desires in prostration and forget about it and know; that verily Allah does not forget it.”

عن ابن جريج قال : أخبرني عطاء أنه سمع عبيد بن عمير يأثر عن عمر بن الخطاب في القنوت أنه كان يقول : “ اللهم اغفر للمؤمنين والمؤمنات والمسلمين والمسلمات وألف بين قلوبهم وأصلح ذات بينهم •

لَا تَباغَضُوا ولا تَحاسَدُوا ولَا تَدَابَرُوا وكُونُوا عِبادَ اللهِ إِخْوَانًا Do not hate each other, do not envy each other, do not turn away from each other, but rather be servants of Allah as brothers.

لَيْسَ مِنَّا مَنْ لَمْ يُحَاسِبْ نَفْسَهُ فِي كُلِّ يَوْمٍ The one who does not take account of himself every single day is not one of us

اللَّهُمَّ بِكَ أَصْبَحْنَا، وَبِكَ أَمْسَيْنَا، وَبِكَ نَحْيَا، وَبِكَ نَمُوتُ وَإِلَيْكَ النُّشُورُ