Sunday, April 26, 2020
Sujood
Peace to the one reading this.
This piece of write-up comes from a special place in my heart. It comes from the absolute knowledge that I am nothing and I belong to Ar-Rahman! This isn't merely an outburst of some emotion, but words that spill at the realisation and reflection of being conscious.
We all have written and read about the power and beauty of Sajdah/Sujood.To fall onto the ground, and desperately seeking from the one above the seven heavens. The one moment when our heart is above our heads, and we pour out our woes, worries, seeking for all that we think we need for us in this life and next. There is no form of seeking that is as humbling as that of sujood. For us, to bow down and whisper all that which Allah already knows of, is a lesson for man. To shred away any thought of arrogance and even the mere thought of 'I' or 'Mine'. It takes a lot of Taqwa in one to reach such a point.
The urge to grasp onto our musallah(praying mat) and cry about all that is disturbing us, also, out of happiness, we fall and let out a note of gratitude for the abundant mercy and blessings Allah showered upon us.
I have read somewhere that sujood is a love's tale, uttered on the lands, but heard up in the heavens and that itself describes the beauty of it.
Let's grasp onto each sajdah we have been blessed with, every sujood we do is the mercy of Allah, for Allah has put Allah's "will" that we do it. Let us pray for Allah's mercy to never stop, for Allah to decree upon more sujood so we talk to Allah till our heart's content.
This piece of write-up comes from a special place in my heart. It comes from the absolute knowledge that I am nothing and I belong to Ar-Rahman! This isn't merely an outburst of some emotion, but words that spill at the realisation and reflection of being conscious.
We all have written and read about the power and beauty of Sajdah/Sujood.To fall onto the ground, and desperately seeking from the one above the seven heavens. The one moment when our heart is above our heads, and we pour out our woes, worries, seeking for all that we think we need for us in this life and next. There is no form of seeking that is as humbling as that of sujood. For us, to bow down and whisper all that which Allah already knows of, is a lesson for man. To shred away any thought of arrogance and even the mere thought of 'I' or 'Mine'. It takes a lot of Taqwa in one to reach such a point.
The urge to grasp onto our musallah(praying mat) and cry about all that is disturbing us, also, out of happiness, we fall and let out a note of gratitude for the abundant mercy and blessings Allah showered upon us.
I have read somewhere that sujood is a love's tale, uttered on the lands, but heard up in the heavens and that itself describes the beauty of it.
Let's grasp onto each sajdah we have been blessed with, every sujood we do is the mercy of Allah, for Allah has put Allah's "will" that we do it. Let us pray for Allah's mercy to never stop, for Allah to decree upon more sujood so we talk to Allah till our heart's content.
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Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Beauty of Impermanence
To be lost in a journey is beautiful in its own way, most of us enjoy it a lifetime, finding the utterly prime meaning of this world, there is no possession nor is anything permanent. But then somewhere along the worldly journeys, we get back to souls that have been brought together in this world by blood or bond.
Airports are one such stop, wherein the number of emotions, the expression is birthed. Indeed a fine stage for an act of love, grief, of parting and meeting.
Sitting in one such airport, observing souls arriving at their loved ones, I find myself wanting to sit here every day, jotting down one moment of magic. Maybe a mother meeting her son after he migrated, a newlywed couple getting back after a year or two of parting. A father eagerly waiting to see his own little one for the first time.
Pausing smiles, tears of love, of kisses and warm hugs, I do feel I am intruding a little, but then the play goes on. From one scene to another, from one play to another.
This world and its beauty lie in the meaning of temporality. In finding imperfections and also enjoying the moment. It is only when a human seeks for something beyond this, in this world, they're consumed by fear. Possession is the worst, be it your child, your spouse, your friend, even your comb or butter knife, doesn't belong to you. There is nothing of ownership in this world.
And if one does find the essence of life in such matters, airports and such places bring in joy, there is an element of superficial that is so real. Impermanence and its beauty help us enjoy our journeys, while we live the moment.
Airports are one such stop, wherein the number of emotions, the expression is birthed. Indeed a fine stage for an act of love, grief, of parting and meeting.
Sitting in one such airport, observing souls arriving at their loved ones, I find myself wanting to sit here every day, jotting down one moment of magic. Maybe a mother meeting her son after he migrated, a newlywed couple getting back after a year or two of parting. A father eagerly waiting to see his own little one for the first time.
Pausing smiles, tears of love, of kisses and warm hugs, I do feel I am intruding a little, but then the play goes on. From one scene to another, from one play to another.
This world and its beauty lie in the meaning of temporality. In finding imperfections and also enjoying the moment. It is only when a human seeks for something beyond this, in this world, they're consumed by fear. Possession is the worst, be it your child, your spouse, your friend, even your comb or butter knife, doesn't belong to you. There is nothing of ownership in this world.
And if one does find the essence of life in such matters, airports and such places bring in joy, there is an element of superficial that is so real. Impermanence and its beauty help us enjoy our journeys, while we live the moment.
Monday, December 2, 2019
Light.
Sometimes you fall, because if you need to rise, the pit is the best place to start. Trembling and lost, you find yourself sitting there for a while. But then dear, don't find comfort in the darkness there, for if you look up there is a light that is seeking for you, a familiar ball of light. You look out to find a hopeless heart, beating at a pace, in which you'd conquer the world from east to west. You want to stop thoughts from barging in, but then the gate seem to have broke, for they flood in you.
So what do you do? You sit, find your self calm down. Don't push away the little light, stare at it, try to make a conversation. You'll find hope there, it may take a day, a year, a lifetime, but follow the light.
Let it take you through your journey. Let it teach you to live while you unlearn the world. It'll strip your mask and it's going to be painful. The bruises will leave scars for a lifetime, but then they will help you take a step. And finally, you'll see the light being shared, among your loved ones.
Insecurity will gush in, you will fail at making a lot of smiles. Trust the light, for there was a purpose you follow it.
Where did the light come you ask? Well it was inside you all along, but then your conscience ignored it, and it pushed you hard. So when you do rise, never let go of the light. That's the love you possess that has been granted to you, and as you breath last, your Lord will only ask for the light, for that's His.
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