Change

Imagine that you’re going to have a very important exam tomorrow and the result will be announced right after. Today is the only day you have to prepare for it. You’re studying and you don’t know when you will fall asleep. You don’t want to study as you want to play games/ hangout/ do stuff other than studying so there’s a power that’s keeping you from it. But you know that if you didn’t study you’re going to fail that exam badly. You’re like, “Oh I’ll study when I care” but, suddenly, you fall asleep. You didn’t know that, but you fell asleep. What next? You didn’t know a word and you failed the exam. Studying was hard, it was a test itself but after you failed while all of your friends passed you realized that had you been patient for a little while, you would have been successful.
So, sisters in faith, this temporary life is that one day before exam. And how is it so insignificant yet important for us. It’s our choice, how do we spend it. Indulge in the world and shaytan is already keeping you from turning to Allah. And you don’t know when you’ll die. What if you die tonight and all your tawbahs and astaghfirullahs that you planned for your 60s or 70s when you’ll be sitting there handicapped, watching your grandchildren eat sand, will be in vain. WAllahi, Allah says to us that there will be people that if all of the angels were brought to them and they talked to them live, they will not turn to Allah. So are you waiting for ALLAH to come down and say ‘hey, you better turn’? Allah Hu Akbar!
This life you’re chasing will always make you sad and you will never succeed. You’ll only be successful when on the Day of Judgment you will be handed the book of your deeds in your right hand! ALLAH HU AKBAR!

Reaching Jannah is not as easy as you think it is. Only being born as a muslim ain’t gonna shield you from the flames. You have to work for it. All of us who’re struggling to please Allah in one way or the other, we’re not mentally retarded to adopt this way of life. It’s what Allah has made obligatory for every muslim. Neither of us is perfect. Writing this doesn’t make me perfect. This is just a reminder for all of us, including me. Think! And whosoever relies upon Allah, then Allah us sufficient for him. And Allah knows best.

May we all party at Jannah ;)) Ameen.

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Know your salah

Just something that I think would help a lot of us. I’m truly truly proud of all my sisters who have started praying regularly. :”) And when I said we’re sisters that means on this path of Allah you advise me and I advise you. None surpasses the other. SO, khayr, a couple of weeks back I read in a book the translation of all that we recite in salah except the surahs and I got to learn a lot Alhamdulillah. I thought of sharing this with all of you because Ibn Qayyim said,

“The servant exists between the Hands of Allah at two times–while standing during performing prayer, and while standing on the Day of Resurrection. Whoever fulfills the rights of the first standing will in fact be facilitating the second one. And whoever considers this easy and does not pay due attention to it, he will making the other one difficult for himself.”
Check on if you’re reciting, you’re reciting it properly and also know the little things you say so the next time you say them, you say them with a lot more expression and devotion in sha Allah.

1) Sanaa: سُبْحَا نَكَ اللَّهُمَّ وَ بِحَمْدِكَ وَتَبَارَكَ اسْمُكَ وَتَعَالَى جَدُّكَ وَلاَ إِلَهَ غَيْرُكَ

Pronunciation:
“Subhaana Kal-Laahumma wa Bi-Hamdika wa Tabaarakasmuka wa Ta’ala Jadduka Walaa Ilaaha Ghaie-ruk”

Translation:
“Glory be to you, (O Allah), and all praises are due unto you, and blessed is your name and high is your majesty and none is worthy of worship but you”.

2) Ruku’ : سُبْحَانَ رَبِّىَ الْعَظِيْمِ

Pronunciation:
“Subhaana Rabbiyal Azeem”

Translation:
“Glory to my Master, the Exalted”

3)Tasmee: سَمِعَ اللَّهُ لِمَنْ حَمِدَه

Pronunciation:
“Saami ‘Allahu Liman Hamedah”

Translation:
“Allah listens to him who Praises Him”.

4) Tamheed, so now you stand straight and praise by: رَبَّنَـا لَكَ الْحَمْدُ

Pronunciation:
“Rabbana Lakal-Hamd”

Translation:
“Oh our Master, all praise is to you”.

5) Sajdah: سُبْحَانَ رَبِّىَ الأَ عْلَى

Pronunciation:
“Subhaana Rabbiyal ‘Alaa”

Translation:
“Oh Master, (Allah) glory be to you, the most high.”

6) Tasha-hud : اَلتَّحِيَّاتُ لِلَّهِ وَالصَّلَوَاتُ وَالطَّيِبَاتُ اَلسَّلاَمُ عَلَيْكَ اَيُّهَاالنَّبِيُّ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ
وَبَرَكَاتُهُ اَلسَّلاَمُ عَلَيْنَا وَ عَلَى عِبَادِ اللهِ الصَّالِحِيْنَ اَشْهَدُ اَنْ لاَّ اِلَهَ اِلاَّ اللَّهُ وَاَشْهَدُ اَنَّ مُحَمَّدًا عَبْدُهُ وَرَسُوْلُهُ

Pronunciation:
“Attta-hee-yaatu Lillaahi was-Salawaatu wat-Tai-yi-baatu
As-Salaamu ‘Alaika Aie-yu-han Nabeeyu wa Rahmatul Laahi wa Barakaatu
As-Salaamu ‘Alaienaa wa ‘Alaa ‘Ibaadil Laahis-Saaleheen Aashhadu Allaa Ilaaha Illal-Laahu wa Aashhadu Aanna Muhammadan ‘Abduhu wa Rasulu”

Translation:
“All compliments, all physical prayer and all monetary worship are for Allah.
Peace be upon you, Oh Prophet, and Allah’s mercy and blessings.
Peace be on us and on all righteous slaves of Allah.
I bear witness that no one is worthy of worship except Allah
And I bear witness that Muhammad is His slave and Messenger

7) Durood-e-Ibrahimi:
اللَّهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلَى مُحَمَّدٍ وَّعَلَى آلِ مُحَمَّدٍ كَمَـا صَلَّيْتَ عَلَى اِبْرَاهِيْمَ وَعَلَى آلِ اِبْرَاهِيْمَ اِنَّكَ حَمِيْدٌ مَّجِيْ

اَللَّهُمَّ بَـارِكْ عَلَى مُحَمَّدٍ وَّعَلَى آلِ مُحَمَّدٍ كَمَـا بَـاَرَكْتَ عَلَى اِبْرَاهِيْمَ وَعَلَى آلِ اِبْرَاهِيْمَ اِنَّكَ حَمِيْدٌ مَّجِيْدٌ

Pronunciation:
“Allahuumma Saalle ‘Alaa Muhammadin wa ‘Alaa Aale Muhammadin Kamaa Sallaietaa ‘Alaa Ibraaheema wa ‘Alaa Aale Ibraahema Innaka Hamee-dum Maajiid

Allahumma Barek ‘Alaa Muhammadin wa ‘Alaa Aale Muhammadin Kamaa Baarakata ‘Alaa Ibraaheema wa ‘Alaa Aale Ibraaheema Innaka Hamee-dum Maajiid”

Translation:
“Oh Allah, send grace and honour on Muhammad and
On the family and true followers of Muhammad
just as you sent Grace and Honour on Ibrahim
and on the family and true followers of Ibrahim
Surely, you are praiseworthy, the Great.

Oh Allah, send your blessing on Muhammad and
the true followers of Muhammad, just
as you sent blessings on Ibrahim
and his true followers
Surely, you are praiseworthy, the Great”.

8) Dua-e-Qunoot (Witr prayer)
اَللَّهُمَّ اِناَّ نَسْتَعِيْنُكَ وَنَسْتَغْفِرُكَ وَنُؤْمِنُ بِكَ وَنَتَوَكَّلُ عَلَيْكَ وَنُشْنِىْ عَلَيْكَ الْخَيْرَ وَنَشْكُرُكَ وَلاَنَكْفُرُكَ وَنَخْلَعُ وَنَتْرُكُ مَنْ يَّفْجُرُكَ

اَللّهُمَّ اِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَلَكَ نُصَلِّىْ وَنَسْجُدُ وَاِلَيْكَ نَسْعَى وَنَحْفِدُ وَنَرْجُوْارَحْمَتَكَ وَنَخْشَى عَذَابَكَ اِنَّ عَذَابَكَ بِالْكُفَّارِمُلْحِقً

Pronunciation:
“Allahumma Inna Nastaeenuka wa Nastaghfiruka wa Numinu Bika wa Naataawakkalu ‘Alaika wa Nusnee ‘Alaikal Khaier wa Nashkuruka walaa Nakfuruka wa Nakhlau wa Nauth’rukuu My’yaf Zuruka

Allahumma Ei-yaaka Nabudu wa Lakaa Nusallee wa Nasjudu wa Ilaika Nas’aa wa Nahfidu wa Narju Rahmataka wa Nuqsha ‘Azabaka Innaa ‘Azabaka Bil-Quffaari Mulhiq”

Translation:
“Oh Allah, we ask you for help and seek your forgiveness, and we believe in You and have trust in You, and we praise you in the best way and we thank You and we are not ungrateful to you, and we forsake and turn away from the one who disobeys you. O Allah, we worship You only and pray to You and prostrate ourselves before You, and we run towards You and serve You, and we hope to receive your mercy, and we fear your punishment. Surely, the disbelievers will receive your punishment”.
And, Allah knows best.18765741_1385635751491965_2132205375727596789_n.jpg

“Don’t be sad”

          Alhamdulillah I have been trying to put this to words and I hope it does its job the way I have wanted it to. I have observed the way people get suddenly personal and bashing away with fury when somebody tries to console them or counsel them in sadness.
“What do you know about my pain”
“Don’t write me paragraphs”
“Don’t talk to me about harmony or love that’s left, I’ve seen none”
SubhanAllah I can write more and I know because I have been this way before. I have been isolating myself, I have been hardly making way for myself through the chaotic bloodshed of sanity and I have been nursing my disparaging thoughts about people who fixed the world. As much as I have tried to fix myself, I have wanted to convey them to all those suffering around me. It is a misconception that bad people suffer the most or if you are sad you must be sinful. This looks like a superstition from an uneducated land far away yet is the first thought that comes to our minds when we get sad.
            We start thinking about all the bad things we’ve done. We start blaming ourselves for all the pain that’s caused to us. We start cursing ourselves, the world, the ones who caused the pains and even the ones who fixed. It is a state and when you’re overthinking at that hour -after 12AM, you undeniably feel the weakest. You want somebody to come to you and talk about the realities of the world, the other side of love. How love is not the fantasy you always thought it was. How love causes you more trouble than it soothes. You want to talk about painful things, heartbreaks, broken dreams, harshness, bloodshed, mess and aches. And guess what, you are not to blame.
              I have been one of those who fixed. And truthfully, it aches more to be the one who fixed than to be the one who is to be fixed. When I have asked people to “not be sad” I have not meant to get away with the pain that was there in their hearts, however they may. I have always thought it’s totally, without a doubt, okay to be sad. Yes, that might sound crazy but it’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to feel this way. It’s okay to well up a little bit. It’s okay to make the pain sit on the other side of the table and talk to it after 12 AM. It might give you discomfort and it might be the most difficult thing you have to do. But it’s okay to learn to live with your pain. It’s okay to take a day or two off from your daily routine. It’s okay to figure yourself out first. It’s okay to feel human. Allah created you with the tendency to feel it. You do not have to feel that if you’re sad you must have been sinful. If Allah wanted to see you without pain, He would have created robots. Prophets had to suffer the most, they also cried, they also felt the pain, they also became sad. When people console you giving the example of how they got back up after every fall, you silently accept you will never be like them because they were the chosen people and you’re not. Adding another item to the list you’re gonna cry about at night, you choose isolation. Maybe, I and all the “fixers” are wrong in choosing our words.
           When I said “don’t be sad”, I have meant to say don’t let the pain take you over. “Takeovers” are the most hostile forms of mergers, I’ve studied in Business Studies. If it was a merger, God bless but takeovers were not nice things. It was never a friendly takeover. If a business was taking over another business, it was ruining it. Destroying it completely, to its roots, to the profitable future the owners had dreamed of, to the very core of all the possible ways the owner would come back from the trauma. The owner would fake a smile and tell the stakeholders it was a ‘friendly takeover’ but it was never one. It feels awful when somebody else tries to tell you they’re the boss. And when you’re sad, pain tells you that like a thousand times a day. That’s why it feels so hard to get out of it. Sitting at a table with your mind and the pain being both the bosses, the way it happens in mergers, is what I have always wanted to tell people. Accept it, but rule with it. Don’t deny your power that would always be there just like the sun is always there in day even if clouds hide it. It is not a takeover of the clouds, but a merger. And you would know, the clouds might seem invincible but they would go away and the sun would shine one day. That, my folks, is the work of nature. Just like yourself.
              So when Islam tells you to ‘not be sad’, it means Allah SWT does not want to see you weaker than He created you. He does not want you to lay down your weapons. He does not want you to accept your defeat and go to the traumatic state. Allah wants you to talk to your pain and tell Allah what it says. Tell Allah all. He knows you, man. He knows every bit of why you’re feeling this way. He wants you to tell it to Him. Only He can understand you. That’s one of the ways you get to trust Him. Allah created you with the power to control your mind, the power to voice your demands to the pain, the power to sit on the chair with it and discuss the new mission statement and the power to declare it a joint venture only, if not suited with the terms. (Joint venture is a temporary business merger, you come back to being your own business after some time). So before you deny what you need, you need to know what exactly is it that you need. Before you shoo away the one who has plenty of kind words to write in a paragraph; you need to know how hard it is to cause the pain, the way they caused you, but very hard to fix it. That one annoying person isn’t trying to push the pain away from you, just making you realize you’re powerful enough to combat it yourself and you cannot deny it. Kindness is rare and the world needs more healers. Don’t shush the healers.
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Expectation

Maybe the first person to ever use this word was a hurt complicated contradiction who had little idea of belief. Maybe this word originated among the throes of negativity, ruthlessness and distress. Because nothing positive can ever come out of it. Because we can never not say “Don’t expect anything from anybody” and despite all the wars that this world has faced, all the heartbreaks that have shaped people into what they are, all the religious, cultural, regional differences; the whole human race agrees on one thing: Never expect that people would give you anything. And the irony awaits; it still expects.

We expect loyalty from people who don’t know what loyalty is. We expect love from people who don’t know the meaning of it. We expect a positive change from people who have never cared for what pleases others. We expect trust, friendship, help from all those people who we have never seen giving all these things to anybody. But somewhere inside us, there is a bizarre wish that we can be unique. An unheard-before voice inside us utters, ‘Believe in miracles’ and then fades away. Where does this voice go afterwards? I have seen people flatter themselves by swaying past the eyes liquefied with loyalty. I have seen people smashing the shining glass windows of love. I have seen people deliberately trying to break the cemented walls of trust. Does everybody lie in the start?

I sometimes think how do people believe each other? How does the customer believe in the salesperson’s words? How does the judge believe in the lawyer’s claims? How does the lover believe in his love? How does the patient believe in a doctor’s prescriptions? How does a person believe himself when he’s about to die? How does the mother believe in her son’s actions? How do the bride and the groom believe in each other’s feelings? All of this happens because someone somewhere is expecting something from someone. The customer expects quality from the salesperson. The judge expects truth from the lawyer. The lover expects trust from his love. The patient expects treatment and cure from the doctor’s prescriptions. The person expects denial from himself. The mother expects return from her son. The bride and the groom; oh well they just have to be together because their parents would kill them if they aren’t. But in the end, this expectation thing goes all wrong.

‘Expectation from them has failed you, Miss Mehma Kunwar’ another unheard-before voice appears.

There is this voice, ah. So that is how it ends. All of it being the game of voices inside our heads; no matter how many times you’re fed up and you no longer want to play, you always tap on the ‘Play again’ button.

Infinity

‘Oh’, she said, ‘Nothing races faster than my heart when they come around’. The bus she was in dinned and said, ‘You bet’. Suddenly the wind slapped her, almost ruining the new hijab style, and claimed, ‘Oh really?’

She had not even overcome the perplexity that the light in her eyes kissed the sunlight to make sense of her own presence.

‘All of you leave me dumfounded’, accepted she, ‘but you rove temporary physicality’. ‘My heart?’, she smirked, ‘My heart travels to their mind’.y