Posts tagged ‘peace’

June 22, 2018

The Sherbat You and I need 5 times a day.

by Khanum
Here’s something interesting:
Allah swt has mentioned (sea) water in Quran nearly 32 times. And the Arabic word ‘Ma’ for water 63 times. Amazingly, every time water is mentioned, it has an important story or implication with it. In simple sense, water is referred as something essential that sustains life.
In metaphorical sense, however, water is mentioned to speak about guidance and provision. 🙂 Kabhi note karain tarjummah parh ke, what does it signal toward?
According to scholars, Guidance is like a drink. Like we need water daily, we need guidance daily and constantly to sustain good levels of emaan
The hikmah behind establishing salah, is that it serves as a crucial drink (water) for our emaan, our guidance. Because the heart is something that turns, so to keep the heart guided, it needs to stay connected to it’s Maker, else it fails to function. The fluids it needs, the water it requires, the drink, the sherbet it asks for, is face-time conversation with Allah swt, The Sweetest and One and Only Lord. And اهدِنَــــا الصِّرَاطَ المُستَقِيمَ is that Sherbat mixed with other duas and given to us as a complete drink in the form of Namaz.
The bottom line? Hang onto اهدِنَــــا الصِّرَاطَ المُستَقِيمَ
Buy it with your time. Buy 1 drink first. Sip more. Hold onto it. Kuch hojaye, jahan bhi hon, tamam kaam chor denge, pause kardenge sab kuch, pehle ye drink piyenge, esa wada karlen khud se. And phir ahista ahista, 5 waqt drink per ajayen. Apka dil khud hi le ayega apko. 🙂
اهدِنَــــا الصِّرَاطَ المُستَقِيمَ
We say this over and over again because we are forgetful and we really need it. We need this drink, this elixir for guidance, 5 times a day. Less than that hurts the heart, more than that, we could not bear, which is why 50 salahs were reduced to 5 only. 🙂
I honestly think, praying salah 5 times, and slowly developing adat for Tahajjud, can do miracles for your life. Your heart and your mind. I cannot say it will change the things around you overnight, it may if Allah wills. But it definitely, inshaAllah, works wonders on your inner world. You begin to see life through a fresh and new lens. Things begin to look unique and like never before. Allah speaks to you through different things, people, messages, epiphanies. And did not Allah say, He is near? He really is.
Say: Have you considered if your water should go down, who is it then that will bring you flowing water? Surah Mulk Verse 30.
Assalamo Alaikum. 🙂
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May 15, 2018

How does it feel like?

by Khanum

How does it feel like?

It feels like coming home.

How does it feel like?

It feels like anything I’ve never felt before..

How does it feel like?

It feels calm, light and familiar

How does it feel like?

It feels like tranquil and sober.

How does it feel like?

It feels like putting down my bags, smiling and looking at the walls of my own comfortable home

How does it feel like?

It feels like God really knows.

How does it feel like?

A long walk back to myself

How does it feel like?

It feels like I finally understand.

And the windows? The neighbours. Where are they, have they moved back or moved on?

How does it feel like?

It feels like, empty rooms next door

How does it feel like?

Like everyone is on a journey. But I’m back home.

How does it feel like?

It feels like going on a sweet bicycle ride, on my own

How does it feel like?

It feels like a happy rainy storm

How does it feel like?

It feels really light on my feet

How does it feel like?

 Like contentment seeping into me.

How does it feel like?

It feels like, looking at a familiar moon.

How does it feel like?

Like I’m me again,

yet renewed.

 

 

Dedicated to my old wordpress blog, and renewal of faith. When you are you again, and also new. That feeling, of having wings, and being at peace with your choices, to draw closer to simple things in life, and God. How does that feel like? … It feels like, coming home.

And the neighbors? Almost every other blog I used to know on word press, is either set to private, abandoned or refurnished and then abandoned. I guess they are still on their journey. How does that feel like? Perhaps, they too are looking for their homes. 

September 7, 2012

A story Unpredictable – Of Pain with Love.

by Khanum

Dreams.

Why do we dream of them?

Goals.

Why do we hope for them?

And damn, Peace.

Why do we so maddeningly seek for that? I wouldn’t know it all. Maybe or maybe not. Its all so unpredictable.

I woke up yesterday evening from a deep slumber, with a hole in my chest. An uneasy feeling that suffocated. It lingered on and on until I called up a friend online to keep me company so I could let it go. All in vain, I laughed for awhile n then it all began to crumble down once more. Knowing what caused it I tried to recall what had I been experiencing all the while I was gone from this world? What was it that I was dreaming.

It faded away. I couldn’t recall it proper it all faded away in a blink of an eye and I was left restless once again-  for the feeling that it left behind,  the pieces I repeatedly pick up, was as  painful as always and maddeningly something that I had grown accustomed to. And So there and then I finally came to realise and accept the unpredictable destiny for it all , That Dreams are of two kinds for me.The reality is of two dimensions . I have to get along with it somehow.

One that I seek.

One that seeks me.

Former is my wish.

Latter is His command.

And so the chase begins.

First stage, Pain. The pain’s a double fold when you find yourself in a maze, a puzzle, where you’re seeking a Dream, your dream of Him.  Surprisingly, He’s seeking you too, reaching out to you too but in a twisted way. He’s Haunting you. You’re striving back towards Him. He’s haunting You  more and more that you scream out to Him in extreme agony sometimes ,Why? but never do you easily come to meet at a point where the chase ends, or The pain stops or you reach That point,  that beloved , long long awaited last stage, always and always , so damn unpredictable.

And so it goes on. Dreams that we hunt. Dreams that haunt us.

Those damned hard days, while we are seeking the dreams we so much love, from somewhere, somehow, He sends us a jolt. Another dream comes back haunting us. Another hope comes down crashing it all . You are torn between the two dimensions once more. It’s the same equation all over again. Its always a story unpredictable.

And so it is, We never know what dreams may come true. What dreams may haunt us. And what dreams may leave us shattered. Nonetheless, we keep on burning … in pursuit of them, we keep on learning. And we surrender our souls upto them, cause by now, we have grown accustomed to it, to always stay ready to take the strange bullet of  tis sweet pain with love.

I am dedicating this post to a dear friend, Mahlaqa. Keep holding the Dream. No matter how twisted it may seem.