It's to me I speak

It's really hard to reach your potential
Without the support of a righteous, loving individual
Normally that entails your spouse
For they are aware of your weaknesses and your bouts
They're able to refute your retort
Before you become blameworthy for magnifying your worth
It's that time where we're barely making it
If we look deep we'd probably recognize that most of the time we're faking it
It a struggle to stay sincere, for the path of light is being blurred by our own darkness
Our own weakness
Where we succumb to the mentalities around us
And though it doesn't feel like it should be our fault, it really is
We've got guidance, but we're too selfish to acknowledge the truth
I speak to myself before I speak to you
I know I NEED to do better but I've got every excuse
Complaining instead of maintaining, whining instead of timing
It's no one to blame but ourselves
It's no one to fix but ourselves
Its start is from within and stays that way
If our focus drifts our hearts will sway
The message spreads like wild fire when the inside is not a liar
It's the toughest battle to be beat
An upright condition of our hearts we need to seek

.......... It's to me I speak
     .......... It's to me I speak

What's your objective?

What's your objective I wish you'd say
Understand your thoughts, I encourage you not to delay
We live wandering unsure of our moves
There's no point in doing it, if you don't know why you do what you do
So ask yourself, every 'lil while
What's the objective?
What am I trying to achieve , what I am I hoping to receive?
It's crucial that we keep ourselves in check
Everyday needs to be a day to reflect
If we don't, we leave an open door for Shaytaan to whisper
He's an open enemy to the believer
If you deny this reality you're denying the truth from the All Seer
Protect your heart and home from the evil creeper
Know your mind and purify your heart
"Successful is he who purifies himself" (1)
The Quran speaks wisdom; let's apply to self
"Woe to he who recites but does not contemplate" (2)
Even the Prophets used to meditate
We need to learn to condition ourselves to be reflective
So, I ask again... what's your objective?
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(1)
Indeed whosoever purifies himself shall achieve success" ( Quran 87:14)


(2)

Verily! In the creation of the heavens and the earth, and in the alternation of night and day, there are indeed signs for men of understanding.

Those who remember Allah (always, and in prayers) standing, sitting, and lying down on their sides, and think deeply about the creation of the heavens and the earth, (saying): "Our Lord! You have not created (all) this without purpose, glory to You! (Exalted be You above all that they associate with You as partners). Give us salvation from the torment of the Fire.

Surah al-Imran: 190-191

The below is extracted from ibn Katheer's tafseer of the above ayah.

وقال الحسن عن عامر بن عبد قيس، قال: سمعت غير واحد ولا اثنين ولا ثلاثة من أصحاب النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم يقولون: إن ضياء الإيمان أو نور الإيمان التفكر


Aamir ibn Abd Qais stated," I heard more than one, two or three of the Companions of the Prophet (SAW) say, "The lamp of faith or the light of faith is al-tafakkur (contemplation and reflection.)


Ibn Marduwyah recorded that `Ata' said, "I, Ibn `Umar and `Ubayd bin `Umayr went to `A'ishah and entered her room, and there was a screen between us and her. She said, `O `Ubayd! What prevents you from visiting us'

He said, `What the poet said, `Visit every once in a while, and you will be loved more.' Ibn `Umar said, `Tell us about the most unusual thing you witnessed from the Messenger of Allah .' She cried and said, `All his matters were amazing. On night, he came close to me until his skin touched my skin and said, `Let me worship my Lord.' I said, `By Allah I love your being close to me. I also love that you worship your Lord.' He used the water-skin and performed ablution, but did not use too much water. He then stood up in prayer and cried until his beard became wet. He prostrated and cried until he made the ground wet. He then laid down on his side and cried. When Bilal came to alert the Prophet for the Dawn prayer, he said, `O Messenger of Allah! What makes you cry, while Allah has forgiven you your previous and latter sins' He said,


«وَيْحَكَ يَا بِلَالُ، وَمَا يَمْنَعُنِي أَنْ أَبْكِيَ، وَقَدْ أُنْزِلَ عَلَيَّ فِي هذِهِ اللَّيْلَة»


(O Bilal! What prevents me from crying, when this night, this Ayah was revealed to me,)


[إِنَّ فِى خَلْقِ السَّمَـوَتِ وَالاٌّرْضِ وَاخْتِلَـفِ الَّيْلِ وَالنَّهَارِ لاّيَـتٍ لاٌّوْلِى الاٌّلْبَـبِ ]



(Verily, in the creation of the heavens and the earth, and in the alternation of night and day, there are indeed signs for men of understanding.)

«وَيْلٌ لِمَنْ قَرَأَهَا وَلَمْ يَتَفَكَّرْ فِيهَا»


(Woe to he who recites it but does not contemplate it.).''

Ah how I miss you

The greenery of your warm embrace

The sweet smell upon your every resting place

The time we kicked it together

In the company of the likes of each other

No animosity or hatred

In truth we were bound together, submitted; it was sacred

How I miss you..

Your beauty none can surpass

The comfort and peace that no amount of wealth can ever amass

I know we aren't meant to be separated for so long

I know we'll be united again; in your warmth I belong

It's going to take an effort or I'd risk losing out on the opportunity

Prayers, charity, duty - submitting, faithful and willing

Seeking the reward of the All Knowing

How I miss you

My first home ... P-A-R-A-D-I-S-E pray for my return

Your perfection, your Promise of Allah's Protection ; you, how I yearn!

 

I got burned enough times to start feelin' heat before the fire
I heard enough lies to start sensing the tongue from the unsuspected liar
I fallen one too many times to put my trust in any other than my Protector
I've seen how falsehood destroys to come to cherish and love truth
I've watched how selfish deploys to come to resent its abuse
But despite all life has taught
And that knowledge is experience before it's sought
I realize that my confidence is a disguise
And in trying to let go, the more I don't know
My mind rests, assured, and knowing
That I know nothing of anything
Truly learning the beauty of placing my trust in Him
Trying, though not free from faulting
Submitting, though ever in need of Forgiving

If you ask me my standing know that I am a ...

Servant of my Master

Laborer for my children

Queen of my thoughts
Owner of nothing
Stranger to the world
Solider for the hereafter
Shield for my soul
Dagger for my heart
Controlled by He Alone
In His Name I begin, in His name I part (Insha'Allah)

It's Not Enough!

It's not enough to love it if you don't hate the reverse of it ...

I'm not talking about the people for we are all ever changing
I'm talking about values, their worth is never degressing

    You can't claim to love honesty and not want know the truth

    You can't claim to love integrity and be one to let loose

    You can't claim to love consideration when you're selfish in your relations

    You can't claim to love modesty when your actions are in arrogance

It's not enough to hate if you don't love the reverse of it ...

I'm not talking about the people for we are all ever changing

I'm talking about honor, it's value established at our hardest hour

    You can't claim to hate slander when you choose to do it in your anger

    You can't claim to hate showing off when you choose to do it when people scoff

    You can't claim to hate anger when you choose release for a false sense of power

    You can't claim to hate a liar when you use it to justify actions or avoid your self inflicted fire(s)

It's the hypocrisy within us all; that constantly needs to be checked. We aren't void of error but our wrongs aren't justified by blaming one another. It's upon us to dig within us, and go deeper. Correct our wrongs and not allow lessons in life to break us but make us stronger! Insha'Allah

Everything in life has a lesson ...

Don't allow another to justify their disrespect towards you by acting in a similar manner or worse. Rise above and teach the ignorant through kindness. Or turn away and ignore the arrogant with dignity.

 - me

(taken from the example of Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him)

We were raised with the ideal even if we came from a home which wasn't that. Hard lessons teach us to keep it real, even though society is still chasing after that. I've learned to understand that even if I bought the whole world I cannot make the wrongs inflicted upon the wronged right. I cannot fix the mistakes that leave others in a difficult place, because I am not the one in control. At one point I thought I could at least try to make it better, attempt for the "next best thing" but this I also realized isn't in firm standing. Just as you cannot make a wolf eat a flower instead of the little rabbit shivering beneath it's power, you cannot make the blind see his reflection or the deaf hear his voice.....it's not in my control. For some reason I was born with this fire to make right what seems wrong, this yearning desire that if I try, if I really really try it'll be alright. But ...it's not in my control. What might appear good may not be and so really I don't own true reality, I just submit knowing the All Knowing is taking care of me. My duty is where I land, if I'm pardoned early for death to take my hand, I welcome that stand provided HE is Pleased with me. At one point I wasn't sure if I'd like to go Home, leaving behind those that I thought I own. Though I carried them for 9 months and a scar remains forever upon me they remain a duty. And so when I'm called back to the Almighty, I know they'll be safe, and He'll appoint for them a better place even if it isn't the ideal. And it'd be a lie if I said that I'd cry from my depth if they parted from me to a blissful eternity because that's a dream come true. That's the objective to have my babies for eternity, peacefully, so what's the true reality of the love of a mother? And if God willed for them to die later, I pray it's only to increase them in honor. The ideal of being the sole source of joy or affection to one man, is not even up for discussion. The concept is beyond me now, I don't even see how that can be ideal even in fiction it remains a contradiction. But I remain with the reality of my duty, so yes a single mother I'll always be. There's no making that "right" or fixing the wrong, it's just strength God will send down (Insha'Allah). Though I have a lot to learn in this vast world, the touch of knowledge that has caressed me is one that I hold on to firmly. I've held enough doors open to know a woman is her own Queen. I've let go of enough friendships to know that by attaching yourself you'll only suffer the glitch. I've thrown enough fits and spoken enough words to know that I don't control the heart of any being. I've walked enough roads to know what you're told isn't worth a gram of gold. I've looked in enough eyes of a child to realize that I have three that's my primary responsiblity and that I will not let any human dare take that from me; regardless of where they stand in position to me. I remain answerable to ONE, duty bound to some but never at the expense of what God has left within my hands, within my control. There will come a time I must let go, the results unknown....not in my control. So I trek through life.....duty bound and no more. That's the objective, the goal, the path, my role, and if I'm graced with the opportunity to be a wife that's the stance I take. Until I get HOME, where the "ideal" is mine, I'm gonna keep it real, and know in the end Insha'Allah with His Guidance, I'll be fine!

The epitome of love, for either oneself or others is to sincerely be concerned for your or their hereafter; even to the extent of scarificing oneself in attempts to acheive the best of it.

- me

What's happening to the world that we're livin'
Open prostitution and ain't nobody blinkin'
Worse than a whore
Now it's about keepin' score
I cannot imagine the Creator being Pleased with His Creation
Challenging His every command in the name of 'liberation'
All it is now is just "religion"
When you're "ready" then go be a pigeon
What happened to submission?
How did this all turn upside down, making obedience an option
What was sent as a purification, a guidance for creation
Is no longer viewed as its perfection
Good made to be evil, and evil made to be good
It's like the Dajjal is already upon us, deceiving us, making us a fool
And it's all good 'cause society makes us feel "cool"
It's a deceptive reality
What is, isn't actuality
We're just getting worse
Days are numbered, we're living the last years ...
... I ain't got the words
Let's just open the Quran and contemplate a verse


May Allah bestow is infinite Mercy upon us, may He Forgive us ALL, strengthen us , guide us, protect us, show us the straight way, the way on which He has bestowed His Grace not of whose portion is wrath...... AMEEN.. AMEEN.. AMEEN YA RABI!!

O ' Enemy of Mine

I write to you O'enemy
For I don't want you to have any part of me
So I begin, O'Shaytaan
What have you done now that you spend eternity trying to inflict harm?
Was it too much, you had to give in to your ego?
Was it worth it spending your life's work tryin' to be your own hero?
Really though, look at how you chose to go
Been gifted by He, Graced in a land of eternity
But it wasn't enough, you've given up your serenity
Aimin' in trying to breed animosity
Spreading evil through a society by making good seem an atrocity
And I ask myself, what's become of us?
Entwined within our hearts is jealousy and nafs
"Want for your brother what you want for yourself"
Successful is he saved from his own greed, his own needs
Shaytaan missed this one and its results are thus
Empty in the soul for it's sold to hold the world's gold
Knowing full well though, there isn't anything in comparison to what's been told
The Paradise an unimaginable site, yah I'd hate to miss out on that too
So I get why you do what you feel gotta do
If you gonna be a hate'a you're doing a fine job of it
Spinning whispers of anger, the attention hungry, stolen wealthy; desires plenty
Limitations are upon the believers for this life isn't what's to grieve over
What you're offering Shaytaan, ain't seem much when you actually review the cover
It's like a pretty picture, and nothing else when you turn it over
An image embedded in the mind, a lottery card telling you what you'll win
And if you give in?
You'll keep turning it over 'n over again
To find the same thing, looking, to find nothing, forgetting ...
Tricked into the devils lesson
Class 101, take away the ability to think
By this Shaytaan, you guarantee your win to sink
To the pit of the hell
For the lesson is in the devil's wail........it comes in truth ...
Words of the Almighty, plant our roots -"Woe to he to recites but does not contemplate"
Make it your goal, make it your fate.
O' enemy of mine, you can't touch me for Power belongs entirely to the Almighty
Your mirage is a broken glass
For it's truth remains and falsehood will never last!