- in the name of Allah -
Eid Mubarak! :)
Beacon, the First: Noor ul Qamar
For any weary traveler, taking the road at night,
There are few things more precious,
Than when the skies are clear,
And upon the path he walks,
Shines his moon with its light.
To describe this glow, one might call it sweet,
Never bitter to the senses,
Or one might call it vibrant,
A kaleidoscope of joy from guidance,
Or one might call it soft,
Never blinding his eyes, or leaving him sightless.
For such a lamp, to keep its place in one's cosmos,
While all around galaxies are born, or fade to dust in smoke,
Needs only our Creator, He Who made them both.
Were it not for Allah's mercy, were it not for His generosity,
If left to my own devices, without Him, myself alone,
Without any question or doubt, I'd destroy my deeds,
And leave my heart in pieces, without a home.
So it is, that when I recall this moon of mine,
I cannot help but be grateful to my Rahim,
Who placed in my horizon, that which always shines:
A beacon towards Firdaus, with one's hopes brought to life.
- Ya Allah, forgive me and my ummah of all our sins, guide us always on Siratul Mustaqeem, accept from us all of our good deeds, and join me in Firdaus with my beacons, ameen ya Rabbal-'aalamin.