Life happens to everyone. Whether we like it or not, whether we want it or not. It hits us hard sometimes and makes us laugh some other times. But the bottom line is, it happens to all of us regardless of how prepared we are to handle its strikes.
I’ll give ourselves some credit and say that we’re thankful when good things happen to us, but it’s when we’re thrown off track that we feel puzzled. Something wrong happens to us and we’re suddenly troubled, unaware how to act, how to talk, how to behave…How are we gonna get back on track? How did this happen? Why did this happen? Why me?
As if we DESERVE otherwise. As if we only deserve that which is good. Who defines what’s good anyways? Who said that everything tough is bad? Isn’t everything we go through for our best? How many times a day do we repeat “inshaAllah khair”? Do we not know what the implications of the phrase is? Whatever happens is KHAIR. Period! We go through life thinking we deserve the things we work and pray for. Ever heard that saying? “Work hard, pray harder”?
Well, say you did that, worked hard, prayed harder…then what? you believe you deserve what you want. You await for the fruits you believe you earned.
But, you forget one thing…you see, no one said you’d get what you wanted in this lifetime! No one said you’d get what you wanted for sure! So, what’s the point?
Point is, you’ll get what’s best for you inshaAllah. And you’ll be REWARDED…
You’re going through the pain either way. Whether you like it or not, a painful situation is painful. There’s no escape from the pain. So…you might as well be patient and earn some rewards while you’re at it instead of just feeling the pain without any reward or gain in the end! “No pain, no gain” right?…
Go through the pain. Either get the gain now or await it in Jannah. Or better yet, you’ll be lucky and get both gains in this life and the hereafter.
You deserve nothing but that which Allah has written for you. You are blessed with things not because you DESERVE them…but because Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala BLESSED you with them….TO TEST you…and to see how you’ll treat and go through those tests…
May Allah grant you your desires of this life and the hereafter inshaAllah.
P.S. If one only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier that others, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are
Nothing more lonely or solemn than prison.
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in the sound of rain and thunder.
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What if the ocean lost it’s blue?
Would people still hurry to its shores?
Would it still be the pool of calm?
Would anything about it ever be the same again?
He makes you feel
like life is alright.
Gets really protective
when your clothes are too tight.
Puts his hand on your shoulder
just when you want to collapse.
The world tells you worry
But he tells you to “chillax”
He sees what’s best for you
when Mommy’s blinded with love.
He sees the big picture,
And surveys from above.
He’s the ultimate backup,
when Mommy says “NO”
But he’s also the one
who always said so.
He’s the absolute best
for a drive in the car
He spills all the secrets
and dreams really far.
He puts money in his pocket
and never in his heart
Beating the system is his skill
enforcing it his art.
His cup is always half full
and it never goes empty
He teaches you to never generalize
and never know envy.
As a kid you slept soundly
only when Daddy was there
Because he can totally rip out
any trespasser’s hair.
Daddy’s the one for travel
He’s got the whole day planned.
Smiles at the world’s culture
and appreciates no-man’s-land.
He’s our ride to the masjid
Makes you love the Deen
For books and for knowledge
he makes you eager and keen
He’s Plato, He’s Darwin,
he’s Ibn Sina’s consutlant.
He’s Ibn Battuta’s travel guide
And Ibn Hazm’s Al-Andalusy’s editor…
No, he’s even better…
He’s My Daddy.
Sometimes you only mean to help
but instead everything goes wrong.
And you are the bad guy
or the bad girl in my case.
Sometimes the best of intentions
get you in the worst of situations
and you are left wondering why
and hoping for the best.
Sometimes you just don’t belong.
Like me now.
Bad kind of different.
And sometimes there is nothing you can do about that.
Sometimes you can’t understand,
how something so small,
could become such a big deal,
it sneaks up on you and slaps you. Hard.
Sometimes people don’t know
that all you wanted to do was help.
And you are left not only unappreciated,
but blamed and accused.
Sometimes you don’t know how to explain.
You don’t know how to fix what broke.
You don’t know how to restore your “default settings”
You just can’t start over.
Sometimes you just want to change your name
and change your identity…
and start over…
Maybe you will get it right-the second time.
Sometimes you just want to cry
but you know that it would solve nothing.
Trust me-I’ve tried.
Right in the middle of class-I couldn’t hold it in..
Wiped my tears as they fell so nobody would notice.
Nobody noticed, and nothing changed.
And sometimes you don’t know what to do.
You can’t imagine how tomorrow will flow.
How things will work out you don’t even know.
Sometimes you just want to run away and hide
itikaaf forever in the masjid sounds GREAT right now
well it sounds great everyday…
but if I could hide I would hide there…
in the Ka’bah maybe?! or Masjid Al-Aqsa…
Just get me out of this place!
I can’t think like these people do.
Nor can I calculate little details of life like them.
I can’t blend in or figure out my place.
But I guess those times are good too-
your realize how people you don’t even know can dissapoint you-
and the only one worth caring about,
the only one worth asking for help…
is The Creator of those people… Allah.
And sometimes with a sad sigh,
all you can say is Ya Rabb….
That satisfies me…
Wow…I’m such a…”Moslem”
I’ve spent an hour complaining..
and in the end: “alhamdulillah”
Shouldn’t I start with alhamdulillah?
So many things to work on….subhanAllah 🙂