As salamu alykum! Ramadhan Mubarak! Alhamduleelah, today is the 15th day of fasting. We are at the half way mark. I always feel like it just zooms by. By now many of us who doubted ourselves because of the heat, work schedules, money issues, or children-husbands-wives-family issues have found that truly Allah is not only our Helper but that He also provides whatever we need. We can make it! We are knocking these days out, but more importantly we are fully submerged in that Ramadhan groove - soaring (enshallah). This is the part of Ramadhan that I love the most. Allah reveals your weaknesses, your uglies, your beauty and your strengths and it just makes you want to bow down even more. Muslims we are a praying people, but there is no praying like that middle of night standing during Ramadhan prayer. Even if you haven't prayed regularly during the year or haven't been to the masjid in years, have been engaged in things that you shouldn't have (we all do) --- this is OUR time to come back and seek Allah's forgiveness! He is waiting in these blessed days and nights to accept your prayers, repentance, your frustration, and disappointments because He Loves Me and You! Know that!
The Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said, “Allah the Most High said, ‘I am as My servant thinks (expects) I am. I am with him when he mentions Me. If he mentions Me to himself, I mention him to Myself; and if he mentions Me in an assembly, I mention him in an assembly greater than it. If he draws near to Me a hand’s length, I draw near to him an arm’s length. And if he comes to Me walking, I go to him at speed.’”
[Sahih Al-Bukhari]
That beautiful and power hadeeth qudsi put me in the mood of writing some poetry in my journal the other night. Let me know what you think and if you feel like sharing one of your entries, I'd love to read it. 15 days to go! Keep writing, beloveds.
He loves me
This
I know
Every
struggle, every fight, every tear to fall throughout this life
He’s been
there
The Most High
His Grace is
so ripe
Even when I
fall, get lost, turned the other way
It’s never been in vain
He always
softens the pain
He
loves me
This I know
They’ve
called me horrible names
Picked on my
faults and thrown flames
Hoping to
dim my faith
Break my
resolve
Scare my
soul
His Mercy
Is always prevailing
His rope
Is always extending
His Love
Is true and
So fulfilling
And I
I can’t even
bow my head low enough for His praise
I can’t do
anything
perfectly
Weak and
sinful
Prone to
error yet
He
Chose me
To believe
to pray
to fast
to give
His names
Inspires and strengthens me
Closer than
the jugular vein
Where would
I be
Without His
guidance in my life
It’s not a
thought
It’s a Nightmare on Elm Street fear
Wudu –
that’s purification for the sincere
Seeking it
five times a day because
It nourishes
It humbles
It shields me
He hears
and loves when I call on Him
And No one
gives to me like Him
No one listens to me like Him
No one has ever befriended me like Him
No one has ever befriended me like Him
No one Loves me
like Him
like Him
The Most High
He Loves Me
This I know
Alhamduleelah.
Alhamduleelah.
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