Posts tagged ‘poem’

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 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. 

August 4, 2012

Ahad, Ahad …

by Khanum

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

March 14, 2012

The Flower’s Song by John Shuck

by Khanum

The humble flower swaying free,
Bent down in prayer as winds blow by.
No glimpse of greed or poverty,
Once again she stretches up beneath the sky.

Listen closely to the flower’s song,
As pedals play their part.
To turn Man’s eye for a moment long,
To God’s great work of art.

“See order in my rhythm,
See plan in my design.
See prayer in my precision.
’I’ve been sent here as a sign.

Ponder now, before I’m gone,
For winter here draws nigh.
Without knowledge of why we’re here,
Is not wisdom naught but a lie?

And as I sing my final song,
This is what we all will learn.
To God it is we all belong,
And to Him is our return.”

I found this pretty poem in fountain magazine, Hope it delights your heart.