A Certainty

Life. Step by step moving with the gentle ticking of the intangible hands of the clockwork universe. And mankind tries to put to understanding this giant mechanism that rotates upon systems beyond his comprehension. Incapability to read the tales written within the seeming chaotic worldly journey makes man the most uncertain of creatures. What will be in tomorrow? What is written within today? replica watches What has been left in the past? All things change. All things remain the same. Deviation occurs. Tradition holds its course. And man is still unsure. Of all things, only 2 things are for certain. And one of them, is that all in this world that lives, must die.

Accountability

A person will call himself to account so that one day when he is sixty years old he will be counting his days and will find that they are twenty-one thousand and six-hundred in number. He lets out a scream and says: “Woe be to me, chanel handbags I will meet my Lord with twenty-one thousand sins. How will it be when there are thousands of sins in a day?!” Then he falls to the ground unconscious, and dies.

Thankfulness

And covet not a thing in which Allah hath made some of you excel others. Unto men a fortune from that which they have earned. (Envy not one another) but ask Allah of His bounty. Lo! Allah is ever Knower of all things - Al-Quran 4:32 In all fairness, none of us was created equal. To each person his/her own circumstance. The good and the bad that lay dormant in each of our persons may be clear as the brightness of daylight or as dim and unnoticeable as the swift transition of the day into twilight. Allah alone is the Knower of all things. Success and failure in our endeavors are a predetermined lot for each and every person. Blood, sweat and tears shed in the name of good or evil will reap its own reward. A fair share will be given to every man in its due time. No matter if plans fail or events proceed not as predicted. Fear not if disaster befalls or dark clouds overtake you. At the end of the day, what matters most is reason, not result. The why for every action is what elevates or degrades one person from another in the eyes of Allah. One who does good deeds in the name of fame is far different from one who does good for the sake of Allah or for the sake of others. A person may donate a million dollars from his multi-billion dollar share yet still be unable to match the kindness of a beggar who gives up his only loaf of bread to feed an orphan. And what is the difference between the two? A question worth reflecting. WE are all endowed with different degrees of material wealth and physical well-being. We can see around us if we scrutinize closely the society we are in. Be you among the poverty stricken or are you haunted by incurable illnesses? Are you socially stigmatized or trapped by the fashion of times? Envy not what others have which you have not. For envy and jealousy does aught more than simply hurt your heart and soul. In the temporary existence of this world, the distribution of good and bad in every person's life may appear to be imbalanced. Ever wondered why the life of another appears to be going so much smoother than yours? Or wished that your life were but a slight tad bit better than what it is now? Would that your life was blessed. How many times have you wished such? Riches. Wealth material or otherwise. Blessings of God that promise joy and satisfaction. How many of us yearn for them? How many among us have them? The real question we should be asking is, "How much of what I have do I deserve? And how much of what I have is a blessing?" More often than not, we are blind to the many blessings in our lives. The small infinitesimal signs of Allah's mercy that we so often fail to look out for. chanel handbags Much is there for us to be thankful for; if we but try to look out for it. Let not greed and envy overtake you. For such emotions will most definitely blind you. Narrated Abu Sa'id Al-Khudri: Allah's Apostle said, "The thing I am afraid of most for your sake, is the worldly blessings which Allah will bring forth to you." It was said, "What are the blessings of this world?" The Prophet said,"The pleasures of the world." A man said," Can the good bring forth evil?" The Prophet kept quiet for awhile till we thought that he was being inspired divinely. Then he started removing the sweat from his forehead and said,"Where is the questioner?" That man said, "I(am present)." Abu Sa'id added: We thanked the man when the result(of his question) was such. The Prophet said... "Good never brings forth but good. This wealth(of the world) is(like) green and sweet(fruit), and all the vegetation which grows on the bank of a stream either kills the animal that eats too much of it, except the animal that eats the Khadira(a kind of vegetation). Such an animal eats till its stomach is full and then it faces the sun and starts ruminating and then it passes out dung and urine and goes to eat again. This worldly wealth is (like) sweet (fruit), and if a person earns it (the wealth) in a legal way and spends it properly, then it is an excellent helper, and whoever earns it in illegal way, he will be like the one who eats but is never satisfied."

Volume 8, Book 76, Number 435 Sahih Bukhari

Go To Him

Had you known The words writ In my heart alone In dreams that flit Of pastel hurts Unsaid loves Unseen flirts And wanted treasures In hearing Of your voice My feeling To see you rejoice No sacrifice All to give Hurts are a price Too little to be missed Anything for you Heart and soul Long as for you In heat or cold Let go Hold back All I know chanel handbags What you want you have I won't keep you Nor chase you away That which is good Let it not fade Fear not The light is nigh Risk though fraught I'll be but a thread shy Worry little my dear Take the jump You know I'll be here If you come ever to harm Take him Accept Follow your whim If you fall, I'll intercept InsyaAllah

Al-Zalzala

The voice of a day
That in silence follows
The misdirections of clay
Watching it play to its woes

Vibrant warnings hang
A message pinned all around
In ignorance bite they their hand
Rather than listen to truth expound

Would that she could cry
And they hear her voice
Quit her her silent spy
Awaken her lost boys

Older she grow
Wretched bent three
Spinning to age old
Unheard her silent weep

Al-Zalzala
Will come the day
Your speech heard near and far
As witness to mankind's sway

Deeds unveiled
Virtuous or otherwise
An atom's weight
Your word would suffice

Patience
The promised day arrives
Written is the covenant
As sure as the sun will rise

Beauty Blind

Splashes of color
Upon the white winter
That runs icy chill
Blotting out human feels

The wonderland lived
By freedom's weave
Put in blatant sight
By reflections bright

Thrust in and drugged
Dulled by weights lugged
None could have noticed
How slipped away peace

Paleness is gone
Left the colorful morn
A multitude hues
From red all to blues

In the dreamy spray
Of butterfly splay
Forgotten is whiteness
That once marked pureness

That cold winter chill
Of emptiness' hill
Carpeted by grass
A heaven meant not to last

Run through the fields
Up and down hills
Lost in the joy
Of temporary ploy

Till comes darkness' end
In the grip of one hand
To rip you back
To the white winter black

Giving

In giving is there much to be received. The most important of which is peace of mind.

The material world we live in is by nature fluid and ever changing. All of it is in a constant state of motion and phasement. Money earned is then spent. Favors made later repaid. Work done rewarded.

Yet how much of our material possessions do we carry to our graves? Will that car be useful for travel when you're dead? Are cosmetics and adornments any good in that grave? Will all your money pay for your afterlife? Does our insurance extend past our point of death? Obviously much of what we use and chase after now will one day be useless when we pass on from this life into the next.

Our wordly life is much like circus tokens; only worthwhile as long as we stay in that circus. Once you leave it'll all be for naught.

Matters not how much treasures you've gathered; It will all leave someday. Hoarding it will do little good for you. There is little use in wealth unspent and treasures sealed away.

Dare you keep all the gifts of God hoarded up for yourself when you need them not?

Many are the poor in this world. But a small amount of your wealth would be enough to make them happy. Enough for a loaf of bread to silence their rumbling stomachs; of a bottle of water to quench parched throats.

Yet...You need a new handphone because your current one is out of date? Or a new dress because the old is out of fashion? New shoes simply because there's a new design out in stores?

Do we really need all these things?

Then comes the question of what you gain from giving. Would you accept it if you gain absolutely nothing in return for giving to others?

If no, why not?

Again comes the question of how much we earn that follows us to our graves. Of the material absolutely nothing.

Then again, why give it when they themselves cannot bring the material to their graves either right? All that you give will be but a material and temporary joy for them too.

If you agree to the above said statement, then perhaps you know not the true meaning of thankfulness and gratefulness.

Starve yourself for a day or two, then break your fast with a slice of bread and a cup of water. Savor each bite and sip.

When you've realized how great a blessing each bite and sip is, you'll understand. And if you remember how it feels to be deprived of those gifts, you'll understand why you need to give.

Aisha(r.a) recounted that someone had presented the gift of a lamb to the Messenger of Allah(s.a.w). He distributed the meat. Aisha(r.a) said, "Only the neck is left for us."

The Prophet(s.a.w) replied "No. All of it is left for us except the neck."

What did he mean by that? Haply it is time for us to reflect.

It is the nature of existence to move on in its cycles. If we stop the flow of things by hoarding the gifts of God to the world, we merely cause chaos with our greed and selfishness.

It is about time that we begin to give. Is it not?

The Mute

They jeered and reprimanded him. Making faces and rude gestures at him. And all he did was smile and walk away.

Crazy they called him. His only answer to them was that same silent smile.

His life was simple. Routine. Work, eat, pray, sleep. And in the midst of it, be maltreated by each and every single person in the village.

He did it all with a smile.

His presence was to them an abomination. The sight of him irked them. Roused their anger and made them sick to their stomachs. He was disgusting; to them at least.

One day, their patience wore out and his presence finally became unbearable. They ran him out of the village.

This too, he did with a smile.

Months passed and he lived out in the wild alone, building a small garden for food and cottage for shelter.

There-in he lived, with birds for company and animals for friends. His smile received by the creatures of the woods with warmth and joy.

One fine afternoon, while he was busy preparing a meal for himself and the little squirrel that lived in the tree nearby, there came a knock on the door.

Opening the cottage door, he was greeted by the sight of a ragged, starved, teary-eyed little girl.

"Oh please, please sir could you let me in? I'm hungry and I'm lost. I've been in the woods a very long time and I'm tired." said the little girl in between her sobbing.

The man smiled and nodded, ushering her in. She rushed in happily, taking a quick glance around the little cottage and setting herself down swiftly by the cosy little fire at the corner of the hut.

Beaming as he always did, he walked over to the fire and took the ready porridge and poured it into a clay bowl, then setting it in front of the girl.

Not a second was lost as she pounced on the meal and gobbled it up greedily. Such a mess she made as she stuffed herself with as much food as her mouth would allow without choking.

As he made his way for the door, she turned to him and said, "Can I have the rest?"

Smiling once more, he simply nodded before leaving the cottage to go to the tree nearby; nuts in hand.

Years passed and the lost little girl chose to stay with him. They worked to build a separate room for her.

Time flew by, him with his constant smiles and nods, and she with her endless talks and laughter.

A number of times she asked, "Why don't you talk? Are you mute?" He would shake his head in answer and smile each time.

The question plagued her and she continued to badger him till he finally gave in and said only one word.

"God."

His answer puzzled her even more. "You're God?" she asked.

He shook his head and smiled. As she had done before, she pestered him till he finally gave in.

He brought her to a huge lake deep in the woods. Sparkling waters surrounded by lush greenery and decorated by the flight of beautiful parakeets and jaysand their endless songs. It was a serenity like she had never seen before.

He pointed at the birds and smiled. Then he said it again.

"God."

The birds continued their singing and flew.

"That's God?" asked the little girl.

"No." He answered.

"That's what they're singing. Praises to God for His Mercy and His Kindness. Praises to the Almighty Lord of the Worlds." Continued the man smiling from ear to ear.

The answer stunned her. Before she could think up a reply, he continued. "I have nothing more to say. Only that."

With that, he smiled and walked away. Leaving a very stunned girl to listen to the tweeting of the birds.

Water

Water. Three quarters of the world is covered in it. A considerable portion of the human body is made up of it. The sky rains of it and tears are composed of it. It is the purest bringer of life. We drink it, bathe it, wash and clean using it and apply it to a thousand other everyday activities around us.

Water. We can't live without it.

H2O. A simple small molecule made of two different elements. Hydrogen and oxygen. What is so special about it? How did it first bring about life? How does it sustain life?

Do you not think it strange that such a simple compound consisting of only two different elements can be such an important figure in the generation of life and sustenance itself?

How much do we know of the true nature of water? Is there any other compound like it?

Water. A liquid that's one of a kind. A liquid with many strange surprises.

It is a liquid that clumps together. A substance that attracts itself and gathers together. This is due to the polar nature of water molecules. Water molecules are positively charged on one end and negatively charged on the other. If not for gravity, water droplets left on their own would form perfect spheres.

It is a universal solvent that is capable of dissolving more substances than any other liquid known to man. A trait which has made it a most effective substance for cleaning and washing.

Water, a substance capable of perfection, yet flawed due to the pull of earthly influence. A substance capable of purifying yet just as easily tainted. A most highly respected creation of God that has been so greatly blessed with gifts so easily overlooked. A weakly creation of God bestowed with greatness.

Man, God's creations made of earth blessed with the waters of heaven. When will we be thankful for it?

Family

Salman told Abu Ad-Darda', "Your Lord has a right on you, your soul has a right on you, and your family has a right on you; so you should give the rights of all those who has a right on you."

Abu Ad-Darda' came to the Prophet(pbuh) and narrated the whole story. The Prophet said,"Salman has spoken the truth."

- Hadith Al-Bukhari 3.189 - Abu Juhaifa

Living as you do within a family, all you say or do will have an impact upon them be it good or ill. As much as you have the right to treat yourself as you please, so do you have to take into account their rights to care for you as they see fit.

Judge not yourself independant or alone unless your parents have left you and your siblings lost to you beyond retrieving. The ties of blood cannot be broken by time or space.

We walk this life carrying the burdens of our own existence together with the responsibility of being part of a family. Thus have we been given a greater weight. Thus too have we been given a place to turn to to lighten the load of our lonely lives. Cherish it.

Your family is truly a gift. Forget them not.

Forgotten

Death. A sacred rite or a mere passage; A rebirth or a final stage; The closing of a book or simply turning of another page.

It has always fascinated us. Mystical yet natural. Feared and inevitable. A frightening prospect yet truly a blessing in disguise.

The most clear end that each and every person will undoubtedly face and yet, most easily forgotten in the coming days.

Remember it.

Devil's Call

Bouncing bodies and tapping feet
Feel my rythmic beats
Swaying to and fro
To tunes that feed the human soul

Come one come all
Frivolous joy has made its call
Upon strings pulled taught
Accompanied by the drummer's bop

To the sound of singing and screaming
That bares the soul and emotional quaking
I call you down to join the play
Of bodies wild in trancelike sway

And say not no to my creed
To set you free with pumping beats
The clash of cymbals to fill my song
And chorus that calls to sing along

Roll my lyrics on your tongue
Sing to me the tales I've sung
To plaster stories of favored youth
Drawing life within my groove

Do you not feel it
Coursing through body in heat
The magic I weave in my song
Reaching out to the gyrating throng

Guitars thrumming shrill
Playing smoke high as hills
The call of the musical lords
The summons of mortal gods

To me dancing queens
Harken breakers and moshing teens
Gather round the voice of youths
Carve your breaks in time in grooves

Beloved

There are things in this world that we can never give up. Objects of passion, love and desire that we can never give in.

What is your one and only love and desire?

What would you do if you lose it?

I am

I am
Fret me
Creation
The spark

Certainty is
As it always has been
Move on
For I am

Look on
You'll never find it
Each step taken
Only proves one thing

Inevitable
It's clocked in
tap.Tap.Tap.
It's all brown. No. Black

Fret not
You know very well
We'll meet
I am

No sympathies
Misgivings
Luck
Absolute

Winds of Change

The winds of change that sweeeps through our lives never ceases to blow over. Day in day out, the sun rises and sets. Our world continues to spin on an ever slowing, repetitive gait of never-ending night and day. Amid the pseudo-regular ecents of everyday life is a myriad of changes.

Trickling streams that carve the way for the grat rivers to grow into. They meander upon stoic earth letting the land set their paths toward the great sea. As the salty giant eats away at the never-ending river, he feeds the skies with an endless supply of vapors. Ingredients with which to make their smoky blankets. The cycle repeats as the clouds bring the moisture back to the mountains where the rivers spring forth. Always a constant flow of regulated movement.

These cycles mask within them changes unnoticed lest one pays attention to them. Changes rarely make themselves known lest you make the effort to look out for them. A flower in bloom does not make any noise. Only those who look out for it will see. Changes are just like the rose; silent actors in life.

Change is the only constant that stays true in this rhythm filled universe we live in. All things repeat, yet nothing happens twice. Latch on as hard as you can to the passing breeze. For those who remain stationary may as well find themselves stranded in confusion. Left behind by the rest of the world in time.

Complain not of storms, droughts and loss. These agents of clear change are perhaps the kindest and most honest. Learn from them. They will pass.

Our Home

The smoke that poisons the earth threatens to suffocate. A deadly blanket of thermal beauty beyond description, wielding as it does promises of mankind's undoing. A shadow so dark it is invisible. So terrifying it becomes captivating. It is a sea of clouds thick, invisible yet distantly tangible.

Each day grows warmer. EAch night treats itself to a growth of gases. The smog invisible, grows. It weighs itself down upon the skies. Onlookers only wonder, when will it be too much?

The seas it feeds. The mountains it drains. Lakes suffer under the weight of droughts it brings about. Rainstorms it sends spawning in some of the most unlikely of places during the least likely of times.

Its bane are the trees. The lush greenery of mother earth are the only form of defense against the oncoming onslaught of this most dangerous of foes. Yet, mother nature's guardians are being slain by the thousands for the greed of mankind.

What will happen to us?

The Bottle

Once upon a time, there was a bottle created of glass. And a beautiful bottle was he. Sleek and curvaceous, tall and slim. A container so lovely he could be only a dream.

The hands that created him gave him a purpose. His purpose was to contain.

What was his name? He called himself, Orange bottle. Orange bottle dedicated himself to the containment of orange juice and orange juice alone. He refused to hold anything else within him. So proud was he of being the only bottle to hold orange juice alone, unlike the other bottles around.

Yet one day, he found himself without any more orange juice to hold. He was empty. Orange juice bottle waited and waited. Yet not a single drop of orange juice even came close to him.

Day by day passed till a month was over. Months turned into years. Still nothing. Orange juice bottle remained dry as the desert. Till he could no longer take it anymore and he finally cried.

"What has happened to me? I can no longer serve my purpose in life anymore. Look at me oh great hands! What have I become? Not a single drop of orange juice have I found no matter where I look! Instead, you have left me with nothing but dust and cobwebs to hold!"

And he cried and cried for so long that all the other bottles gathered around him and asked what was the matter.

"The great hands have left me without a purpose to live with! Look at me! I am an Orange bottle. But I have no orang juice to hold! I feel empty. I have no reason to live anymore."

The other bottles, seeing truth in the words of Orange bottle and his presently empty state, set out in search of oranges. High and low did they search, exploring every nook and cranny imaginable. All to no avail. They all returned empty handed.

Seeing the hopelessness of his situation, Orange bottle cried even more. Until a small bottle spoke up from amid the throng of bottles that were there to comfort him.

A squeaky voice broke through the throngs. "But you aren't empty Orange bottle. Look at you. You are home to a spider. I'd think that you hold a life within you. One that is more precious than any amounts of Orange juice you could possibly hold."

The words of the tiny bottle struck a chord in Orange bottle and made him stop to think.

"A life?"

Again the little bottle spoke. "Why yes. That spider's chosen you to be his home. Is that not a worthy purpose to live by Orange bottle?"

For the first time in years, Orange bottle found himself no longer empty.

Nova

There once was a child
Born from the sun
Youth set aflame
Amid the roaring fires of time

Stood he did proudly
Chest apuff in glory
To none would he bow
Stranded by ego unsavory

Unknowingly he consumed
Rotting away in fumes
Yet none saw him fading
In invisible shadows of his making

For like stars from whence he came
He was deteriorating just the same
A mortal flash of limited quantity
Approaching death in every tick

We all shine and bathe in the light of our own lives. Carry our hands high trying to impress those around us with brilliance only we could possibly emanate before our time is up. Yet the harder we strive, the bigger the obstacles that loom before our path. And the more we strain to achieve our dreams, the closer we bring ourselves to the brink of uncertainty. But pride keeps us from falling. Our self-induced strength of certainty keeps us moving forwards. All the pan in the world could not stop us unless the source of our pride and ego is stomped out first.

And thus we've built for each and every person a bubble. Looking outwards in each individual light, and living a life haunted by shadows born off the essence of our lives.

Time will pass us by, and the bubbles we build will shrink bit by bit, till the end.

And all we can do is merely wear out the storm till we arrive at an ending, eating away at ourselves. Fighting a lonely battle at our own expensce. Combatting self-insecurities while trying to shine like a supernova.

Why?

Angels among us

There are those among us who hide in the shadows, unnoticed. Friends whose love bring bliss at times of great need. Whose support brought us to greater heights. Were these guardians given due thanks? Or did we forget them amid our hustle and bustle of everyday life?

It is easy to overlook silence. Sad to say the best of friends you could possibly hope for never ask for much. They'd shelter you under their wing and watch you grow.

What happens when you forget these invisible angels? Will you notice them when they're gone?

Three Questions...

Question 1:
Do you believe in God?

Question 2:
Why do you believe or disbelieve in God?

Question 3:
What have you done as proof of your belief or disbelief in His existence?

THINK.