You’re trapped within yourself you know,
It’s this world you fear, don’t let it grow.
What they think or say, does it matter?
Is it important when there are issues much greater?
Free yourself from the shackles of trend,
They’ve enslaved you, won’t leave you till the end.
Can’t you see through the camouflaged scheme?
A well devised plan of the devil’s team.
Dreaming away in the warmth of the womb,
A miniature bud was about to bloom.
This little life lived, without a care,
Nothing could scare her, no one would dare.
Restlessly waiting for that loving stroke,
Assuming attention, she would gently poke.
When I was a child, I remember adults often asking me “What do you want to be when you grow up?” The interrogator would then offer answers for me to choose from, such as doctor or engineer, as if it was inconceivable to have any other ambition.
Throughout our lives, we are made to believe that to be worthwhile we must have materialistic aspirations. I feel this constant conditioning transforms an intellectual into a programmed dummy, making a person a slave to stereotypical thinking, fed by the worthless and ignorant trendsetters of society.
A glimpse of Allah’s limitless mercy is that He sends the right people at the right time with the right words or gestures to remind you that you are not alone, to reinforce that you are not forsaken, to repair your weak faith so that you can resolve your life with hikmah (wisdom) and to restore your complete tawakkal (trust) in Him so that you rely on Him alone.
Blessed are those who are able to pull themselves out of self pity and depression because they eventually realise the intensity of being taken care of by Ar Rahman, Himself.
One of the most hurtful experiences in life is to watch a loved one go through a trial. When this happens what we fail to realise is that we have been distanced from them for a reason and the strength and relief that our sincere and truly heart felt dua can bring them.
We forget that we have been put in the situation of witnessing their pain to provide them with the emotional and moral care that will heal their wounds, the love that will mend their broken heart, the compassion that will hold them up and the reassurance that will help them believe that Allah will never forsake them and every thing will be alright eventually, in sha Allah.
Last night I came to know about the death of one of my classmates. He had a heart attack and died in his sleep. May Allah (subhanahu wa ta’alaa) bestow His Mercy upon him.
I was saddened by the news but worse was when I got to know that he had died while sleeping. SubhanAllah, once again I was slapped by this bitter reality of life.
We hear such news and somehow secretly assume that it’s not going to happen to me. Something deludes us in to believing that calamities, tests, diseases or death are for others. Why? Simply, because I like to think that since I’m blessed now, it will always remain the same? What deludes me? My own self and Shaitan.
It gives me a sense of relief to realise that I am not the only one juggling various roles. From being a mummy to a wife to a nanny to a driver to a cook to a baby sitter to a tutor to a janitor to a nurse to a teacher to a student and what not…the list seems endless.Being a mother of three proactive children of different ages my hands (and er… feet) have always been full, Alhamdulillah but I’ve always felt the need to do something that would have a lasting impact on them and would leave them with something substantial even after I’m gone. I realised that could only be the knowledge of deen and its practical application.However, as I was already on a roller coaster ride with the kind of eventful life I had, it seemed almost impossible for me to even think of finding time to pursue my ambitious plans. So despite still being naïve and ignorant about the importance of having a significant purpose in life and being clueless about how to fit it all in within my already crazy routine, I felt the urge to embark on a promising journey for my family and myself, so I did.
