Monthly Archives: October 2008

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“Jahannam”

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/10/the_sun.html

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Wal ‘Asr…

Story about the man in the hospital waiting room…

Since last night my young son has been unwell. When I got back from Work this evening I decided to take him to hospital despite my exhaustion.

There were many waiting; perhaps we will be delayed by more than an hour. I took my number and sat down in the waiting room. There were many faces, young and old, but all silent. Some brothers  made use of the many booklets available in the waiting room. Some of those waiting had their eyes closed, while others were looking around. Most were bored. Once in a while the long silence was broken by a nurse calling out a number. Happiness appears on the one whose turn it is, and he gets up quickly; then silence returns.

A young man grabbed my attention. Continue reading →

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The Two Wolves

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said: “My son, the battle is between ‘two wolves’ inside us all.

One is Evil: It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good: It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute, and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”

which wolf wins? the one you feed

The old Cherokee simply replied: “The one you feed.”

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Until We Finally Meet…inshaa’Allah

Abu Hurayrah (may Allaah be pleased with him) reported that the Prophet (SAWS) said: “Hardships continue to befall a believing man and woman in their body, family, and property, until they meet Allah burdened with no sins.” [Tirmidhi]

“O you who believe! seek assistance through patience and prayer; surely Allah is with the patient.” (2:153)

*…wAllahu ma’as-saabireen*

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I complain to the Creator and not the creation…

Following in Ya’qub (AS)’s footsteps, when he said: “I only complain of my distraction and anguish to Allah, and I know from Allah that which ye know not.” (Surah Yusuf, 12:86)

There are some things in life that just don’t need explaining. But other times, you feel left alone in the dark without slightest hint of hope. There is an ‘un’written code of ethics, of morals, that must come into play when a tragedy occurs. There is a norm that is followed, not only from custom and tradition, but from common sense and sensibility.

That code has been grossly violated.

For those that actually know me and have seen past my guise of alleged anonymity, you might know that something happened to me a few weeks ago that would normally evoke the natural, human, sympathetic reaction by others – family, friends, and the like.

Or so I thought.

How silly of me to assume humanity in others. I begin to question the origins of the word “human” – for there are some who rear their ugly and inhumane visages in the face of calamity. Those that pretend camaraderie in the light but practice hypocrisy in the dark. Those that claim to be family through so-called blood ties but sever them through their malicious actions.

These words are not unbefittingly harsh or maligningly satiric in the slightest. They are a mere glimpse of the raw and unhealed wound that lies beneath the shoddy bandage, temporarily and hastily placed in the midst of all the emotion and hurt.

This could be a general message to anyone or a specific one to somebody. Either way, it doesn’t matter. As expected, the ticking of the clock has ensured the damage to be complete, as if the glass bottle were welded shut forevermore, the message contained inside of it never to be held or read.

What do the lowly complaints of this amatullah matter in the grand scheme of life? I walk but mere footprints on the sands of time…waiting only to be erased from this ephemeral existence…