To the one that is in control of my heart,
I don’t think I have ever come to a (100%) realisation before, that all the feelings I have ever had is one of the proofs of your existence, your control and power over my very being.
إِنَّا لله Truly! To Allah we belong
For the love I have for people and things for absolutely no reason: it strengthens my belief that there is a much greater power that is in control of me. And with that I asked of You, the one that had filled my heart with these love, to make me love those beloved to You, to make me love actions that will draw me closer to You and to grant me Your love.
For the hatred I have for people and things with valid reasons, I asked of You to help me to remember and act upon the verse ‘Do good as Allah has been good to you’. (أحسن كما أحسن الله إليك). Indeed you have only been good to me despite all the disobedience I have done to You.
Maybe that is all is there to it. Falling in love made you wonder where this feeling came from, and only to realise that it came from God.
And when this ‘love’ had left you broken, the only way to mend yourself is to ask the one that had put that ‘love’ to remove it from you, and to mend your heart, caress it and cure it.
And during the process of all that, perhaps that is when you truly fall in love, with the purest form of love, with the one that gives love- God.
Maybe that is all is there to it, to love God.
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
“Ummi (mother), I asked ustaz (teacher) that day about my friends. How come they sin but I don’t see Allah punishing them…”
“What did he reply you?”
“He asked me to ask them whether they pray tahajjud. Why?”
“Uwais, what kind of punishment do you expect? Isn’t it enough of a punishment for a believer that Allah did not honour them with His remembrance? When he did not invite you by waking you up in the middle of the night to be in His presence when everyone is asleep?
Uwais, you complained about not being able to be consistent in reading the Quran, review what you have done. Look at your deeds.”
I was at the second last row for taraawiih prayers and I was thinking to myself :
You know what. It was too hard for you to join the jemaah for the past few years.
You’ll be anywhere at the back for now.
But maybe, just maaybe, one day He’ll make it easy for you to be at the front row. Allahumma aamiin.
I can know you from your writings
Essays or poetries
Straightforward or longwinded
Simple or complicated
But we are not only papers or pens
Blogs or instagrams
Tumblrs or twitters
Ones or zeros
I understand you with the language of the heart
Unwritten and unheard of
Silent but loud
Subtle yet obvious
The way your cheeks flustered
The watery eyes that you tried to hide
The jumpy shadows following you
And even from your silent stares
Language of the heart
Is the language I understand you with
Secretly reading your pieces
Pieces of your writings
Showing pieces of your heart
I hope You’ll never find out
So I can know you better
Without you knowing that I actually knew
All those dark nights
Yeah I knew