September 29, 2009

The Vagus Nerve.
The Trigeminal Nerve.
This nerve. That nerve.

That artery…this vein…

this bone…that muscle…

I’m mesmerized. I’m lost. I’m tired.

Mesmerized at the creation of Allah. Al-Khaliq, Al-Musawwir…

قال تعالى:

(لقد خلقنا الإنسان في أحسن تقويم) (التين:4)، (ما ترى في خلق الرحمن من تفاوت) (الملك: من الآية3)، (الذي أحسن كل شيء خلقه) (السجدة: من الآية7)

(يا أيها الإنسان ما غرك بربك الكريم * الذي خلقك فسواك فعدلك * في أي صورة ما شاء ركبك) (الانفطار الآيات 8،7،6)

وقال ـ عز وجل ـ (وصوركم فأحسن صوركم) (غافر: من الآية64)

I’m lost in the pages of a colored book…following the lines of ink trying to outline the workings of a marvelous creation.

I’m tired of memorizing names. I’ve appreciated it all…I believe.
Now can I just leave the worries of creation for The Creator and live in peace?


هذَا خَلْقُ اللَّهِ فَأَرُونِي مَاذَا خَلَقَ الَّذِينَ مِنْ دُونِهِ بَلِ الظَّالِمُونَ فِي ضَلَالٍ مُبِينٍ
لقمان 11

Never too Young…

September 25, 2009

I have no idea if you guys will enjoy this as much as I did, maybe I’m just a loser who is amazed by kids and reading….But subhanAllah this girl is so smart…and the best part is she doesn’t break a sweat reading-she makes it look as if its easy for kids her age…

And this report..

SubhanAllah if all Muslim parents could learn to give their children tons of care and attention wallah they would get so far…But I personally see so many parents (arabs at least) that underestimate kids and would rather just put them in a corner and act as if they don’t exist….And discipline them when necessary…Some are just too lazy to sit down and give their kids quality care…even though wallah it doesn’t take all the effort in the world!

May Allah make us all righteous, devoted parents, grant us righteous children, and give us the strength, willpower, and niyah to give them the care they deserve…

The World is a Message

September 13, 2009

The world is a message,
every message loud and clear.
Some messages you see,
some messages you hear.

The world is a message,
a mix of beliefs and thoughts.
The advice and the commands,
The DO’s and DO NOT’s.

Lyrics, poems, conversations
posters, pictures, photographs.
Silent winks, huge smiles,
books, texts, a newspaper rack.

Everyone has their own idea,
their share of what they know.
Some words you ponder through,
some words you must let go.

Some keep you in constant doubt,
others get you curious.
Some messages get you hopeful,
others make you furious.

Am I making sense to you?
Do you know what messages I mean?
Have you felt their weight upon you yet?
Messages heard and seen?

It’s not about the influence,
and it’s not that you follow along.
It’s not that it really matters,
when everyone sings their own song.

But sometimes it gets loud,
and you no longer want to listen.
Sometimes you just don’t want,
any preconceptions given.

I don’t want to know sometimes,
so kindly erase this slate.
To no message at all,
do I want to rely on or relate.


September 5, 2009

تفاءلت دوما برب قدير
برب عطوف لطيف خبير
طريق الله أحياني
من الأحزان أنجاني
ويأخذني إلى عفو
وفوز بعد خسران
إلهي أنت ذو فضل
بكل العطف تلقاني
إلهي انت لا تخفى
عليك فعال إنسان
أنا عبد أنا عاصي
ودرب الشر أغراني
وبادلت العطايا منك
في بعد ونكران
أعود إليك في صدق
وخوفي منك أبكاني
وما من تائب إلا
غفرتَ له برضوان
هناء العيش لا يهدى
ولا يشرى بأثمان
فيا سعدي برحمته
ويا سعدي بإيماني
أيا رباه بلغني المنى
واغفر لي زلاتي
وخذ بيدي من الدنيا
إلى نور وجنات