- in the name of Allah -
Once I wrote that being in love for me was like stepping into a deep pool, with significant risk of drowning. I think this analogy was somewhat flawed. After considerable, slightly-related introspection, I have come to realize that I am the pool, and love the act of falling the soul intrinsically leans toward. It seems to me that falling twice, once in part and once completely, suffices one person for a lifetime. Or many lifetimes. 🙂
In any case, it's part of my nature that I try to delve deep into things, understanding them as well as I can, and so resonating echoes may be heard by those who reach those depths with me. Perhaps a better way to explain is that I tend to conceptually internalize everything, bringing it closer to where I am, in a sort of reverse-delving where the mind is a microscope for deeper examination of whatever is brought near. This fits my introvertive nature, letting me analyze what is external in a familiar setting.
No doubt this character trait has its flaws. Human perception will never be perfect, not in this life. Our ability to sense, understand, empathize, deduce, extrapolate, fill in gaps, finish sentences preemptively, predict futures just days or hours or even minutes, all of these are incomplete for us right now. It is ironic, in literal circumstances, the farther down one goes into the ocean, the more confined perception becomes to nearer and nearer proximity, light is scarce, darkness abounds except in those instances of bioluminescence (ie self-released light). Great, now I'm an angler fish looking for "prey", lol.
Regardless, alhamdulillah for this trait. It's enabled me to unearth reasons for shukr to Allah in all the events of life, decipher patterns and trends and potential pitfalls, and make u-turns when even warning and awareness didn't deter the nafs. Perhaps the most important side-effect of this depth is that it has a tendency to look at things long-term, and prefer the things that are stable, will last and be permanent, so much so that the eventual end-road is nothing but Jannah itself. There is no other alternate destination, no acceptable substitute. It is the place where one meets his Creator, finds his peace abundant in spades. For any that may know me, and those I wish to know, I'd figure Jannah-tul-Firdaus is truly the most worthwhile of meeting places. May Allah make it ever-easy for us to travel its road, ameen.
9.29.2017
9.25.2017
- in the name of Allah -
long are the days where the wind of the world blows in my face, but of the world I know it too must fade, like the bones and whims of men, back into dust from whence we all were made. no matter, I shall simply seek His shade against the winds of time and need and fate, that my Rabb may keep me safe from that which I cannot love or want or chase. the only ally in human raiment from now I'll ever truly seek, is only one with whom He'd be truly pleased, that my steps towards the Garden might be lighter made, and for us both easier to reach.
long are the days where the wind of the world blows in my face, but of the world I know it too must fade, like the bones and whims of men, back into dust from whence we all were made. no matter, I shall simply seek His shade against the winds of time and need and fate, that my Rabb may keep me safe from that which I cannot love or want or chase. the only ally in human raiment from now I'll ever truly seek, is only one with whom He'd be truly pleased, that my steps towards the Garden might be lighter made, and for us both easier to reach.
9.22.2017
- in the name of Allah -
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Beacon, the Second: Noor ush Shams
9.22.17
Every tale has a beginning, and that of my beacons is no different. Before there was the Moon to cast its pleasing shade, there was the Sun to open eyes with shining rays. This was no ordinary glow, unlaced by ultraviolet or any harmful frequencies, of instead a pattern firm but in its essence mellow. It never sought to overpower, nor let itself be dimmed, or cause another to fade, but always sought in reason a middle ground, remaining strong in purpose and in place.
Though it is true that the Sun did set, so fate may let rise the Moon, so it remains ever true, that the light from one makes the other more beautiful too. Like so is my sky perpetually lit, whether in day or at night, whether in sadness or in joyful grin, of all the blessings I've been given: I consider knowing these two, among my most treasured gifts.
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Beacon, the Second: Noor ush Shams
9.22.17
Every tale has a beginning, and that of my beacons is no different. Before there was the Moon to cast its pleasing shade, there was the Sun to open eyes with shining rays. This was no ordinary glow, unlaced by ultraviolet or any harmful frequencies, of instead a pattern firm but in its essence mellow. It never sought to overpower, nor let itself be dimmed, or cause another to fade, but always sought in reason a middle ground, remaining strong in purpose and in place.
Though it is true that the Sun did set, so fate may let rise the Moon, so it remains ever true, that the light from one makes the other more beautiful too. Like so is my sky perpetually lit, whether in day or at night, whether in sadness or in joyful grin, of all the blessings I've been given: I consider knowing these two, among my most treasured gifts.
9.20.2017
- in the name of Allah -
couldn't (quite) tell ya where we're going, couldn't quite tell ya how long it's gonna be, the road we've started takin, leads me beyond the end of all I've seen.
even on such nice and windy days at summer's close, that which seems to be so far off, traps me in the arms of sadness and its throes.
but alhamdulillah, quick as a sneeze, it fades from the present into memory, along with that which in this life we'll leave; going forward we carry only what we've done, that tomorrow might be one of ease.
on some days, the phantom is more solid than he knows, steeped into this life he was given, ever-yearning for more than what the eyes are shown.
couldn't (quite) tell ya where we're going, couldn't quite tell ya how long it's gonna be, the road we've started takin, leads me beyond the end of all I've seen.
even on such nice and windy days at summer's close, that which seems to be so far off, traps me in the arms of sadness and its throes.
but alhamdulillah, quick as a sneeze, it fades from the present into memory, along with that which in this life we'll leave; going forward we carry only what we've done, that tomorrow might be one of ease.
on some days, the phantom is more solid than he knows, steeped into this life he was given, ever-yearning for more than what the eyes are shown.
9.12.2017
- in the name of Allah -
Alhamdulillah. For every moment of troubles, there is its pair in moments of ease. The ones who look forward to meeting Allah should never let such reflection pass without some gratitude to go along with it, for shukr is the among the best things we can show to our Rabb of our servitude and connection to Him.
Sometimes in life you come across a thing, that places a certain piece of the past in such perfect context, one has no choice but to smile. There is a hadith I came across, "Learn a portion of your religion (deen) from this red-colored lady [Humayrah]". SubhanaAllah. I also know one who was 'colored red' :) . And so, instead of ever taking any other example from any where else, historical or literary or otherwise, I decided that the following should be stated for the record:
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The Ode of Forever
For as long as Allah places in my lungs, this breath,
So beats the heart, carrying on until its death,
For as long as my bones in grave remain,
Until that Trumpet's blown, the Day finally came,
For as long as Allah wills us to stand until we're judged,
And by His mercy, opens the gates of Firdaus above,
For as long as at those gates I need wait,
To say, when you found yourself at my side your place:
"If I wouldst be thy Muhammad, wouldst thou be my 'A'ishah?"
...by Allah's grace, a love outlasting all the ages, inspired of an Example ever pure and perfect.
_____
Alhamdulillah. For every moment of troubles, there is its pair in moments of ease. The ones who look forward to meeting Allah should never let such reflection pass without some gratitude to go along with it, for shukr is the among the best things we can show to our Rabb of our servitude and connection to Him.
Sometimes in life you come across a thing, that places a certain piece of the past in such perfect context, one has no choice but to smile. There is a hadith I came across, "Learn a portion of your religion (deen) from this red-colored lady [Humayrah]". SubhanaAllah. I also know one who was 'colored red' :) . And so, instead of ever taking any other example from any where else, historical or literary or otherwise, I decided that the following should be stated for the record:
_____
The Ode of Forever
For as long as Allah places in my lungs, this breath,
So beats the heart, carrying on until its death,
For as long as my bones in grave remain,
Until that Trumpet's blown, the Day finally came,
For as long as Allah wills us to stand until we're judged,
And by His mercy, opens the gates of Firdaus above,
For as long as at those gates I need wait,
To say, when you found yourself at my side your place:
"If I wouldst be thy Muhammad, wouldst thou be my 'A'ishah?"
...by Allah's grace, a love outlasting all the ages, inspired of an Example ever pure and perfect.
_____
9.04.2017
- in the name of Allah -
The 85th
Alhamdulillah another Eid nearly done. As the groundwork continues to be laid for tomorrow, looking towards akhirah, pieces of the intermediate puzzle seem to fall into place. A chance to help out a friend arises, correlating with the possibility of progress in worldly affairs. Rare are these kinds of opportunities where one can save two birds with one stone. inshaAllah it turns out well and remains ever in earnest for His sake.
This also happens to be post #85, marking the most I've ever written in any single year. 2006 will never be forgotten, bi ithniAllah, but it is true that it's become, like the rest of my past, an inspiration and reason and driving force behind seeking tomorrow. Many evolutions of the self have taken place over the years, no doubt many more still lie ahead. Alhamdulillah for every thing that's happened, every experience of both joy and sorrow, that brings me to now.
Hopes remain firm, while outlook and expectations and dreams continue to expand. Something my dad was fond of saying, "life is not a bed of roses". Nope, that it certainly is not. But perhaps we can use the prick of its thorns for our benefit, to be always reminded of Allah's favors and our need for Him. Realizing this, truly, the horizons are limitless.
The 85th
Alhamdulillah another Eid nearly done. As the groundwork continues to be laid for tomorrow, looking towards akhirah, pieces of the intermediate puzzle seem to fall into place. A chance to help out a friend arises, correlating with the possibility of progress in worldly affairs. Rare are these kinds of opportunities where one can save two birds with one stone. inshaAllah it turns out well and remains ever in earnest for His sake.
This also happens to be post #85, marking the most I've ever written in any single year. 2006 will never be forgotten, bi ithniAllah, but it is true that it's become, like the rest of my past, an inspiration and reason and driving force behind seeking tomorrow. Many evolutions of the self have taken place over the years, no doubt many more still lie ahead. Alhamdulillah for every thing that's happened, every experience of both joy and sorrow, that brings me to now.
Hopes remain firm, while outlook and expectations and dreams continue to expand. Something my dad was fond of saying, "life is not a bed of roses". Nope, that it certainly is not. But perhaps we can use the prick of its thorns for our benefit, to be always reminded of Allah's favors and our need for Him. Realizing this, truly, the horizons are limitless.