Posts tagged ‘hope’

May 19, 2018

A Woman’s Dua for her Future Husband – Top Viewed Post of All Times

by Khanum

بسم الله

It comes as a pleasant surprise that the seeds we sow unknowingly, give fruits in time, and we get to see them grow into beautiful things. Alhamdulillah. I noticed a very positive occurrence on my blog recently.  A woman’s dua for her future husband has remained the top most viewed post since the date of its publication in 2012. I didn’t know I’m sowing a seed. The total views it has gained so far are 16,585 on wordpress alone. I haven’t even counted the views it received on my independent domain.

16,585. Though I’m not the original author of the poem, but the fact that it has touched so many hearts, humbles me.

I would like to take this moment to revitalize our memories and post it, once again, making it the second post on khanumsays, to be shared twice.

Please note: A dua in Islam does not include rhyme, therefore, the content is more like a poem (creative writing) but whoever has written it, poured out the emotions of someone asking Allah for a loving Muslim spouse, and made an effort to capture the heart aptly. How sweet is that.

A Woman’s Dua for her future Husband

O Allah! Please grant me the one

Who will be the garment for my soul

Who will satisfy half of my deen

And in doing so make me whole

Make him righteous and on your path

In all he’ll do and say

And sprinkle water on me at Fajr (Early Morning Prayer)

Reminding me to pray

May he earn from halal sources

And spend within his means

May he seek Allah’s guidance always

To fulfill all his dreams

May he always refer to Qur’an

and the Sunnah as his moral guide

May he thank and appreciate Allah

For the woman at his side

May he be conscious of his anger

And often fast and pray

Be charitable and sensitive

In every possible way

May he honor and protect me

And guide me in this life

And please Allah! Make me worthy

to be his loving wife

And finally, O Allah!

Make him abundant in love and laughter

In taqwa and sincerity

In striving for the hereafter!

May Allah grant all the Muslim sisters with such husbands… Ameen ya rabbel alameen”

 

Text from original post in 2012: I came across this beautiful dua somewhere on internet and really wished to share it with my readers.  it actually teared me a bit. It reminded me of the song by Maher zain, “For the Rest of  My Life”.  May Allah swt bless my sisters /correct lost souls all by granting such an honest and virtuous spouse who may lead my sisters and brothers even In Islam to the path of  Jannah and help them prepare for the akhirah as they walk in this world hand in hand. Ameen!

I wanted to write down a poem/dua in reply to this myself from a man’s perspective but since m not on writing mode these days I thought of sharing this one. JazakAllah for reading!

I do not own the pictures or the text.

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May 14, 2018

The Tree in my Courtyard

by Khanum

Have you ever looked at something not in its best shape, thought to yourself sadly how it will never be whole again and then when you looked at it again after sometime, you were amazed by it’s revival and beauty?

It happened to me few days back. While noticing a lifeless small tree in our courtyard, early in the morning. I paused by it and said to myself, we shouldn’t have cut it down. It was lifeless. No leaf survived. Just a stick, a bamboo, a pole of wood was standing before my eyes, with no sign of the once heavy bushes and greens on it.

A week passed by, and just like that as I roamed in the courtyard, looking at the plants and thinking about my own dilemmas in life. My eyes went towards that corner. There! It was green again. I swear, just like that, there were leaves that were not there before. How Allah how? I was so much surprised that I had to take a closer look. Just one week had passed by hardly, and really? So much had changed? Life was brought back to it. Whereas I had looked at it as something dead now, taken it merely as a piece of wood, it was looking back at me as something new and alive.

And Allah sends down rain from the skies, and gives therewith life to the earth after its death: verily in this is a Sign for those who listen. – 16:65

SubhanAllah, my heart recited. It was Allah’s way of telling me, He is In-Charge of creating and destroying. He is in control of giving life after death and creating something back again from the ashes. It was Allah, telling me, my problems, too shall pass, and the weakness that I felt inside, was soon to be turned into strength. All we have to do in such times, is have faith in the Creator for Whom, nothing is impossible and keep walking towards Him.

I remember inspecting every plant that morning and the next morning and even till-date, every rose that dies, I swear to you, it blooms again. In our courtyard, it is a like a cycle of life and death, and then life again. I look at a flower worn out one day, and in the next few days, it smiles at me once more with a new bud, new colors, new form and more beauty.

What is it if not a Sign of Allah’s Majesty and Glory?

It is He Who brings out the living from the dead, and brings out the dead from the living, and Who gives life to the earth after it is dead: and thus shall ye be brought out (from the dead). – 30:19

If you are feeling your emaan has faded or died, and needs revival. Have faith, for it will bloom again. Just like the tree in my courtyard. Exactly like that tree in my courtyard, with Allah’s fine work on you and His Fine infinite Mercy. For it is His supreme ability to create the finest of things.

May 14, 2018

Ahad Ahad …

by Khanum

Bismillah. It is 2:13 AM here, and what in the name of Allah am I doing here?

Well, I’m sitting on my bed, smiling to my adult self like a child, who is extremely and thoroughly pleased with herself for coming home. 🙂 Before me is my first baby blog, where I have moved back. Did I not tell you I am closing down khanumsays.com the domain? What a relief it has been to come to this decision. Yes, yes,! I cannot explain the happiness and lightness I am feeling in my being for embracing my simple wordpress blog and leaving the giant domain that I had purchased for God knows what reasons. It will be gone by May next year as the package expires. And you know what? After going through such lovely old posts on my original blog, there’s something I would love to share, once again, to commemorate the essence of Khanumsays.

Ahad Ahad… Now posted for the second time. The only post, to be shared twice on Khanumsays.


Why shed these tears of sorrow?

Why shed these tears of grief? Ya nafsy how soon you forget, After trials come sweet relief

Why turn you from Ar-Rahman? Why yearn for a listening friend? Ya nafsy, do you not remember, On ALLAH (SWT), you must depend?

Have you not read those stories, Of the trials in days gone by, Of the Sahaba beloved by ALLAH (SWT), Who for ALLAH (SWT)’s cause did strive?

Why loosen your hold upon Him? Why fling away, His outstretched Hand? Ya nafsy, do you not remember, Bilal’s Sabr on the blazing sand? “

“Ahad! Ahad!” He cried, While his flesh did drip and burn. “Ahad! Ahad!” He cried, To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned.

Have you forgotten the firmness of Hamza, As the gleaming swords did fall? With Sabr he turned to ALLAH (SWT), As the Quraish did slice and maul.

Why drown in salty tear drops? How can you dare compare your pain? To that of Yasir and Summayah, As they lay tortured on the scorching plain?

Have you forgotten the charring of Khabbab, As on burning coals he lay? Ya nafsy how meager your suffering, Wherefore do you lose your way?

Why befriend you not Al-Wali? Why not in Salaah to Him complain? Like Job who only to Allah, Turned in all his grief and pain?

Forget you that trials in this life, Cleanse your heart and make it clean? Ya nafsy, why all this sadness? Do you not wish your heart to gleam?

Be patient in all your hardships, ALLAH (SWT) hears your cries of woe. So trust Him and His Hikmah, For He knows best and not you.

So tighten your hold upon Him, Lest He withdraw His outstretched Hand! And remember the example of Bilal, As he lay anchored on the blazing sand.

“Ahad! Ahad!” he cried, While his flesh did drip and burn. “Ahad! Ahad!” he cried, To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned.

Author unknown

 

October 11, 2011

When it hurts , it hurts! When it stops, it’s a blessing!

by Khanum

I am thinking about the guy who is sitting, somewhere on the dirt. His one hand holding the poisonous needle, ready to insert it into his system. I see him struggling, as his hand trembles.  No matter how hard his mind is telling him to do it just go for it and end this aching pain. His heart is telling him the otherwise.

I’m thinking about him.  Alone. Lost and completey unaware that someone’s watching over him.

I’m remicinsing about the girl I see everyday on Facebook.  She’s wails on her wall everyday. Each day with the heightened ache. Sometimes her picture says Where are you? You left me….sometimes its nothing but a woman cutting her wrists.

I think about her. Shattered, betrayed, lost  and completely unaware that someone’s watching over her.

How far we are from reaching the truth sometimes i wonder and how naive we are. There are wrong ways wrong  things we know will hurt us if we go on with them but we don’t stop. We dwell more into darkness.

The guy who is addicted to drugs and knows this sweet addiction just kills him , destroys him bit by bit each day , can’t find the courage to let it go…

The girl who is left alone by her lover knows she has been played, waiting after him wouldn’t fix her heart the whole , but can’t find the strength to move on… I see everyone and I see it everyday. I feel the hurt as my own I feel it strong , scaring me as I grow old with my own problems in life but you know what’s more scarier and troublesome ? The thought that I can’t find the way to help them all.

What can anyone do for anyone ? What can we possibly do when we ourselves are fighting our wars each day from dawn till dusk.  Maybe someone’s watching over us too? Someone who is free from all these infliction…free of all the biased behavior. Someone who doesn’t charge 100$ an hour to listen to our problems. Someone who doesn’t hang up the phone when we stop just in the middle of our sentence , thinking how to go on. Someone who is constanly just there somehow , not pretending  not playing not even  afraid to be seen with us.

Someone who is always , and always watching over me…

That Someone I know as …God. I promise him each day I’ll be good this time. he fixes everything up and I find myself making another mistake. Could it be my human nature? i don’t know.

He helps me forgive my own errors, then he helps me forgive others. And now I know, the least I can do for Him in return  and His other beloved ones is that – I can take care of my own Heart from getting hurt, my tongue from hurting others and my own conscious from failing His trust.  It’s the least we can do for the guy and the girl I mentioned. We can learn to take better care of our own actions.

The least and perhaps the most we can do for everyone is that we watch ourselves better when we can’t watch over others…   Be good. Be a good member of this world. The rest of the virtue , the rest of the blessings will automatically follow.