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Stop Envying

We always look at the people who have more then us.

We look and we envy.

And we wish we had all of that.
We wish we had more money

We wish we had a closet full of designer shoes and bags.

Or kitchen counters full of the most beautiful and up to date appliances.

We wish we could go for holiday whenever we wanted.

We wish we could do up our houses in the most exquisite fashion.

Oh how we look and wish.

Because in our minds we think that having all that will make us happy.
We think that because they have all of that they are happy.

We think that money will buy us happiness.

And maybe it will, to a certain extent.
A temporary happiness.
Until we get tired of whatever we bought.

We think and wonder, how did they get so rich, and keep getting richer?

We work so hard and we don't get rich.

Well what you need to do is change your thoughts, and change your point of view.

And you will realize that you too are rich. In so many ways besides money and fancy things.

Start looking at those below…

Barricade

We all fighting some sort of battle on the inside.

We all trying to get through life without breaking.

But sometimes we dont make it, and halfway through we sit and cry.

But know that no one is perfect and there's a limit to the amount of inner torture we can take.

Know that sometimes you don't have to be the only strong one, sometimes you just need  someone else to be strong too.

Sometimes you need someone to see through your facade, someone who will listen while you talk, someone who will understand.

We try to drown our sorrows in anything we can find.

Books, Movies, Sport and Shopping.

But these only help temporarily and soon we find ourselves back where we started.

We try to cover up our flaws with make up and fancy clothes.

We try to make ourselves believe that we don't need anyone to worry of us.

We're strong we'll get through on our own.

This is a lie we keep telling ourselves, and eventually we start to believe it.

And we push people away.

When all we reall…

A Journey

She stares at all the broken hopes and dreams at her feet.

Wondering if she will ever be able to fix any of them.

Tears stain her cheeks,
And the pain in her heart seems to get worst with each passing day.

But she doesn't notice it anymore.
She's become so used to the disappointments.

She's used to putting on a brave face and bright smile.
Pretending like words can't hurt her.

She won't break. She won't let anyone see the turmoil within her.

It doesn't matter how many times she is pushed down.
She will stand back up and dust herself of.
She will carry on.

She is stronger then she looks.
She's hiding more then you will ever know.

She will not let these setbacks affect her.

She will remain positive.
There is ALWAYS hope.

She will not give up.
She will not let people define who she can and cannot be.

She will build a bridge with all of these broken dreams and hopes,

A bridge that will lead her to a happy place hopefully.

A place that will be free of heartb…

A World of Problems

I look around me, at My brothers and sisters around the world.

And i see Destruction.

I see them in Syria, Palestine, Myanmar and Kashmir (among others) being butchered and chased off their land.

I see them in Egypt, Libya and Yemen fighting for a just rule.

I see them in Somalia and other countries, without food and water.

I see them in Afghanistan, trying to live there lives whilst war is going on all around them.

I see them in other countries crying because they have lost everything due to a tsunami, hurricane or earthquake.

I see them dying because of horrible diseases, and no one is able to stop it.

I see them being harassed for practicing Islam.

This is just some of the things i see.
There is so much that i don't see.
So much that i do not know.

I look at all of this and i thank Allah for letting me live in a country that is free of all these kind of major problems.
Alhamdulillah.

Yes, we have load shedding,
and a corrupt government,
And yes we have crime
(which is very scar…

Toxic Temptations

I'm trying to stay away from every temptation.

I'm trying to quiet my Nafs.

But the whisperings won't stop.

Its driving me insane,
Its pushing me towards actions I am trying so hard to abstain from.

My heart has turned black from all of these sins that i have committed, its become hard and unfeeling.

Its been seduced by the world and its toxic pleasures.

I need to wash away the darkness with light.

I havto obliterate this evil that has taken root in my heart and I have to return it to its original pure state.

My haraam desires shriek, telling me to fulfil them just one more time.

And i am so close to giving in and committing the same mistakes.

I'm so weak, I cannot control myself.

I find myself wanting to slip back into this pit of sweet venom.

Oh what harm can it do, one day i will repent and become righteous,

One day when i am older.

This is the lie i keep telling myself.

And its working, i am deceiving myself, and i am repeatedly falling into Shaytans trap.

Even tho…

Ghuraba(Strangers)

We do everything society tells us so we can "fit in" and so we won't be the "odd ones out."

Sisters dont wear Hijab, Niqab, Abaya or Modest clothing.

Brothers shave off their beards and let their pants fall over their ankles.
All because we think the western way of dressing looks smarter.

We want to follow the fashion trends. Because everyone is wearing a certain brand or style of pants or top we have to wear it as well

Because we think our dressing  doesn't matter, as long as we read our 5 daily salaah and Recite the Kalimah we can dress how we want.

The minute you tell a sister to don hijab or to wear modest clothing she will tell you
"Don't judge me. You don't know whats in my heart."

This has become so common, and it saddens me.

I am not judging you sister,
I am simply trying to help you.

And if you truly had fear of Allah and love for Islam in your heart you would definitely be wearing the Hijab.

We will go to any length to please soc…

A Bird In The Blue Sky

How wonderful would it be if I was a bird, even if it was just for a day.

I would spread my wings wide and soar in the bright sunlight.

I would go explore the trees and venture wherever i wished.

I would let the wind give momentum to my wings, letting it carry me higher and higher until the things on earth looked as small as ants.

I would forget every worry and every problem i have.

I would breath in the fresh unpolluted air high up in the glorious blue sky.

How wonderful would it be.
If i could perch on a tree,
singing a beautiful song
with the rest of the birds all around me.

Imagine taking a bath in a fresh puddle of rain, how cool and refreshing would that be.

Or watching the sunset while flying across the sea.

I would build a nest on a branch high up in a beautiful tree, so that i could watch the world down below go by me.

I might even take a late night flight, up, up towards the moon which is shining so bright.

Oh!
My mind cannot fathom how Absolutely Amazing it would be if i co…

Light Of The Skies

I look out my window, and I see the Full moon shining in all its glory.

Oh what a wonderful spectacle it is, its light so bright and so beautiful .

I see the stars, shining beside it, they are so small in comparison, yet they do not let its light overshadow them.

Each star is unique,
Each one different.
Each one so beautiful.

I look at the black sky all around, and i marvel at the perfection of Allah's creation.

Had the sky been any other colour the Moon and Stars would have lost there splendour.

I turn away from my window and go to bed.

When I peep through the curtains after Fajr prayer, the view has changed, the moon & stars are no longer visible, the sky is changing colour.

Its is soft grey, tinted with orange and pink. The sun is about to rise.

I open the curtains wide in the morning and I am blinded by the dazzling Sun light.

I see the blue sky and puffy white clouds floating around.

I hear the birds chirping and i feel the cool breeze when i open the window.

I am absolut…

Be Patient : Written By Maseeha Ebrahim

Nowadays we all lose our temper too quick, and we are easily irritated.

Sometimes it is the wife towards the husband because he did not take her somewhere, or he might have forgotten a request of hers.

Or the husband might get angry and irritated towards his wife because of her nagging and complaining.

Sometimes it's the teenage kids who will be grumbling and moody because of something their parents might have done that they did not like.

Or you find a daughter-in-law complaining about her in laws interfering or telling her something she did not like.

Or sometimes it is a mother shouting at her toddler for nagging, or at her teenage child for disobeying her.

Often whatever makes us angry and irritable are small and petty, but because of the anger and irritability we don't see this.
Our emotions blind us.

At these times when you are losing your patience, remember how patient Allah is with you and me.
We disobey Him countless times every single day, yet he still shows us mercy, …

Thoughts of A United Ummah

Have you ever thought what it would be like if we united as an Ummah?

If we all upheld the sunnah of our beloved Prophet ﷺ without complaining .

If every one of us read our five daily Salaah on time .

If we followed the Qur'aan without questioning it.

How wonderful would it be if every Muslim female donned the Hijab & Niqab and every Muslim Male had a sunnah beard.

How wonderful would it be to live in a perfect world, where Muslims followed Islam without feeling ashamed, shy or restricted .

The world would be rid of its problems if only we followed the path shown to us by Muhammad ﷺ and his beloved companions رصي الله عنه.

When will we take heed to the messages and warnings sent to us by Allah in the Qur'aan?

We have fallen in love with dunya and the ways of the west.
We want to walk and talk like the non_muslims, we want to live like them in every espect of our life.

But that life leads only to destruction and you will find no real joy in it.

Oh Ummah of Muhammad Mustafa …