Moving down, the descending heart beats faster,
The surge, flow of blood to the head overwhelms.
To cope, the breathing deepens and slows.
First breath, smell of floor fills the nostrils.
Eyes open, seeing becomes limited to the mind.
Thud thud, in a moment the hearing returns.
Palms down, supporting the body weight.
Feeling pressure, the knees and forehead accompany.
Complete surrender, of the heart, mind and limbs
As salaam alaykum,
well Ive done it again. I got excited over a possible proposal which in its very early stages has been suspended.Probably ended.
Ive forgotten how many times this has happened. It is the will ofAllah and surely there is wisdom behind it. I need to learn something else before Allah blesses me with a husband. But what it is Im not sure.
Ive contemplated what is it I need to know? What is it that Allah wants me to learn? But still nothing.
There is a lot of self reflection.
One of the many things Ive thought is that I have thought that so many of my problems would be lifted through nikkah. I would be able to live comfortably with the support of another muslim. Someone who I can share my problems with, my thoughts and feelings, feel safe. But then again shouldnt I feel like that with Allah. I should call out to Allah about my problems. Seek refuge in Allah from the evil of this world. Put my entire trust in Allah.
There is wisdom behind everything Allah does.If Allah doesnt grant me the dua of a spouse Allah saves me from something else that would of harmed me. I have to have sabr and trust in Allah.
I pray that Shaytan will not bother me over this topic as he always does.
May Allah curse Shaytan.Ameen
The silence and the darkness come hand in hand,
For many lengths of the passing sand.
Enshrouding all and everything, dead or alive,
Those peacefully sleeping and those striving to survive.
In the last part of that long and lonely time,
The Lord listens out for prayers from those that moan and whine.
My Lord, forgive me my sins, and keep me on the path steadfast,
Let me not return to that confusing, lonely,lost past.
Let me die in belief,a state of imaan.
Give me opportunities to repent, do what I can.
Do not let me in Jannaham, time and time again burn.
You surely are the creator and to You we will return.
Ameen
The impounding loud beat,
From many hooves and feet.
Adrenaline in circulation,
From the holy migration.
My love to meet my Lord,
Draws me closer even more.
To fulfill one of the most holiest rights,
The sheer thought gives restless nights.
The act that brings me to the holiest place,
And will testify for me when you I come to face.
When, my Lord, will you bestow upon me that act.
To revive my imaan and keep it intact
A sister poem to the breaking night.
The Ending Day
The daylight turns to a orange haze,
Setting everything onto a fiery blaze.
Loud noises, flapping and scrapping echo aloud,
As the market closes down all around.
The humid heat beats off the baked clay,
Customers and sellers haggle to a final say,
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, the adhan calls,
Bouncing off the still buzzing market street walls.
The daylight turns to a red haze,
Setting everything onto a fiery blaze.
Loud noises,flapping and scrapping echo aloud,
Response from a large crowd to that echoing sound.
The humid heat no longer beats off the baked clay,
Walking to the masjid worshippers recall events of the day.
Haya alas Salah, Haya alas Salah, the adhan calls,
Bouncing off the now empty market street walls.
The daylight turns to a small white haze,
Everything no longer appears to be ablaze.
Loud noises, flapping and scrapping echo aloud,
From the masjid, from the praying,now the only sound.
