Heart Quake
The black and white of day and night push the soul
To temptations or revelations the good bad and foul
Light brings not the good one would wish for
But extinguishes darkness playing its evil role
Clot My Veins
Tawbah is like morphine when coupled with ikhlaas seeping from my soul
Are we as dedicated as Sohaila and Farookh?
One day in the days of Bani Ummayah, rahimahumullah, after the Khulafaa’ ar-Raashideen, when Islaam used to be the dominant power in the whole Earth, when the Muslim country was the biggest country amongst all the others, and specifically in the city of the Prophet Sallallaahu `alaihi wa sallam, in Al-Madinah Al-Munawwarah, there was a gathering, a Muslim gathering, of some sahaba and some….
My Deen in words
The sins which drip from my finger tips often haunt and taunt me. If Tawbah could take form of rain I could not bathe my pain enough to cure me of regret and fear. Only deeds that bleed from our desires can cause such distress its clear. My Deen shows me the cures and offers […]