The song continues

Strong, but steady.
A constant pulse, his recitations were echoing inside the cell. Then it suddenly shook. The words had pierced his heart. His breath was caught short, choking on the words, that were coming out from his mouth. Heavy, hard, and direct. Words so beautiful, so perfect, no human can quote. Tears trickled. He was silent.

But something was still ringing.
A song, chanted dauntlessly outside, somewhere in the dark.
A weak and soft song, meaningless, limited..
But it was sung..by such a beautiful voice..

Poor voice, if it only knew..

He stood up, opened his door..
And began reciting again..
And he will keep going..

Until he hears, that the song has changed..
Until he hears, the voice reciting..


Ya Allah.I know this voice is weak, but let this song strike our hearts..
For it is the Truth.

Janam din

hm..
ntah la..
xtau nk ckap pape..

hm..

Ok so as you expected me to say..your age has increased,and so has your time,and so has your responsibilities,and so has your questions that will be asked by Allah..
And so has you come closer to death..

And so you are closer to death, but are you prepared..
Ah..i'm not..

Huh..how we really should celebrate birthdays..how we really should fear it.

No, im not that birthday spoiler, or that gloomy guy..

Im just remembering death.
Genius minds are those that remember death.

So janamdin mubarak ho bahn...Allah barak


Ya Allah make every breath that i take, every step that i make,For You.

And those small things

Small sins..

Abdullah ibn mas'ud once said..
A Faajir, sees a sin like seeing a fly, so small that he thinks he can swat it anytime with his hand..
Yet a Mu'min, sees a sin like a mountain, so huge that it might squash him, if it fell on him..

Sure, easily said, easily understood.
But the main point and problem is..
Who judges the action, and sees whether its a sin or not?
Whether its big or not?
Think.For a second.

...

Its us.
once done, and we say, its ok..its acceptable this time..a special case..then we've just thought it was a fly
once done, and we say, its NOT ok..its NOT acceptable forever..then we REGRET..we PRAY and ASK, Allah..forgive, guide, aid..then we've seen the mountain..


Ya Allah.Forgive me for my mistakes.Aid me with what I said.
For You are the Almighty

Istikharah.

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim

Today, i was in dilemma..again.
To stay or to leave.
It came like two months ago, and it never left. i mean the dilemma.

So i thought, and everytime i stopped thinking, i would think again, and again. A decision is so important, it would manipulate a future. My future. Their future. And so after considering all circumstances, all conditions, i decided.

And so using the reasons as assurance, i texted him. This is called isti'zan.
And the reply;
"In your night prayers? Have you asked Allah?. If so, then do proceed".

thud. my heart fell. literally..
The reply was simple, but it hurt that much.
I thought i had considered everything.
I thought I've thought of all thoughts. no. forget about thoughts.
I decided like i knew everything. Like the future was mine to see. I was so sure that all circumstances had been considered.

But did i ever consider the condition called future? Was the situation called reality in my reasonings? no way. those are over your limits dude..

Thats it!! Limits!! Since when were we ever over our limits!!
no. forget being over.
Since when were WE limitless!??
never.

And that's when it triggered. a comprehension for this ignorance. for this pride. for this post. and for this repentance.

our sight, our smell, our hearing, our touch, our feeling, our thoughts. us. is all limited.

So to say that something as limited as us can consider ALL..is stupid. barely stupid.

Think about a boat, floating beyond the sea. Heading your way. You can't see it (derr..the earth is round,don't be so colombus), so how the heck do you know its gonna show up?
~Err..hello..that's why we have R-A-D-A-R signals..stoneman.
So using that signal. You are sure that its gonna show up?
~Signals so.
And if suddenly it sinks. without a reason. without a forecast. suddenly. Would you know?
~Of course no. that is an unpredicted incident. UNPREDICTED. no man could know
No man could know..

That's the thing. We have been too reliable on our abilities. Mens abilities, that we have forgotten the true power.

We step into the car, and turn on our GPS's.
We take medication, and follow the prescriptions.
We forecast rain, and bring our umbrellas.
We close our eyes, and think of tomorrow.

Yet again my dear friend.
Have we ever thought that actually, really, nothing is in the power of ours to plan, nothing is in the power of ours to foresee, to predict, to expect, to assure.
That all this power, all this control, can only be yielded by one power.
One that has no weakness..
that never started..
that never ended..
that ever sustains..
that never dies..

So there. we never had any reason as assurance. ever.
So now. never plan?
No.
Plan, but never assure.
Plan, and ask for assurance.
Every second.
And that's where istikharah comes

Because He plans all, sees all, knows all, hears all..
ALMIGHTY IS ALLAH . ASSURANCE IS ALLAH

p/s: if you thought i'd mention about mariage..then sorry mate, you're on the wrong page..istikharah isn't just about marriage!!

Ya Allah.For what i plan, i hope. For what i heed, i ask.
For You are the Almighty

Life's but a walking shadow

And so he gazed long at the shifting clouds, creeping slowly across the sky. Stupid are men. When one starts to ponder on the ideology of men, its quite impossible to not see that it has turned out to be outlandish. How is it that clouds so greatly created by God can occur in everyday of everyone's life, yet no one would spend a second to stop, see, smile, and understand. Stupid are men.

He knew, to see the clouds, peacefully floating, not shaking, not falling, on that day was enough as a sign of the greatness of its creator. He stopped. Something shook deep inside his heart. Stupid are men.

Say that the clouds stopped listening, say that they wanted a rule of their own, instead of floating they chose to twist and roll, instead of being amorphous they chose to be solid, instead of carrying rain they chose to carry stone. Wouldn't then planes crash? How then can weather be forcasted? Where would water then come from? Stupid are men. 

And so clouds submit. To the rule and law of their creator, realising and obeying.Never did they complain, never did they ask, not that they ever wanted to, but because they never needed to. It never was a matter of request for them, it was a matter of submission. Total submission. To He who created them and surely would know whats best for them.What was written for them. Stupid are men. 

He stopped. People were staring. He smiled.
Oh yes.
I'm a fool, who speaks alone.
But im not stupid.


Ya Allah.Forgive me for my mistakes.Aid me with what I said.
For You are the Almighty