Archive for April, 2011

The choice is ours.

In the name of Allah.

يَوۡمَ يَتَذَكَّرُ ٱلۡإِنسَـٰنُ مَا سَعَىٰ (٣٥) وَبُرِّزَتِ ٱلۡجَحِيمُ لِمَن يَرَىٰ (٣٦) فَأَمَّا مَن طَغَىٰ (٣٧) وَءَاثَرَ ٱلۡحَيَوٰةَ ٱلدُّنۡيَا (٣٨) فَإِنَّ ٱلۡجَحِيمَ هِىَ ٱلۡمَأۡوَىٰ (٣٩) وَأَمَّا مَنۡ خَافَ مَقَامَ رَبِّهِۦ وَنَهَى ٱلنَّفۡسَ عَنِ ٱلۡهَوَىٰ (٤٠) فَإِنَّ ٱلۡجَنَّةَ هِىَ ٱلۡمَأۡوَىٰ (٤١)

The day when man shall remember all that he strove for, and Hell-fire shall be placed in full view for him who sees. Then, for such as had transgressed all bounds, and had preferred the life of this world, the abode will be Hell-fire; and for such as had entertained the fear of standing before their Lord and had restrained their sould from lower desires, their abode will be the Garden. [An0Nazi’at: 35]

Let us remember:

We cannot get to the high ground by taking the low road. We cannot win our Creator’s pleasure by disobeying Him. We cannot enter paradise by being ambivalent about it. The clash between the two lifestyles here is actually the clash between two afterlives. And the choice is ours.


Looking for Dad

Whenever Mum and Dad
were full of glomm
they always yelled;

Just because my comics were
scattered here and
everywhere and
because I did not care
where I left my underwear

Then one day they
could not care less
about the room’s awful mess.
They seemed more intent on having a domestic argument.
They both looked glum
and instead of me Dad
screeched at Mum.

One day when I
went to bed he
simply vanished.

I had not tidied
up my room because
I too was
full of gloom.

That night I dreamt
Dad was hidden
beneath the things
I’d been given.

In my dream
I was in despair
and flung about
my underwear
but could not find
him anywhere.

I looked for Dad
lots and lots
beneath crumpled sheets
and old robots.

I looked in the cupboards
and in shoes,
I looked up all
the chimney flues.

I remembered how
he’d seemed to be
unhappier than
even me. When I woke I knew
it was not my room
that filled Mum and Dad
with so much gloom.

Now I stare at all old toy cars
and carpets stained’with old Mars bards
and hope he will
come back soon
and admire my very tidy room.

Brian Patten

i’m home here.

In the name of Allah.

I praise Allah for His bountiful rizq He has presented me with, the 21 years I’ve lived in this world and insyAllah moving into my 22nd years of living, alhamdulillah 🙂

I had a great birthday yesterday, despite the fact that I am away from home. Friends, who have easily become family, came to share my special day. Home is no longer where the heart is, but also when I am with you girls 🙂

Thanks so much gfs!

yesterday on my birthday