ALMISKEENAH

 

A sharing…..

I invited some readers to share their responses to this photo. SubhanAllah! Heartfelt "JazakumuLlahu khairan" to you all for your time and precious thoughts.

“What to write, what to write? My heart aches at the sight of such a center of glowing Nur. It is as if the magnificent minarets are aglow seemingly feeding off the majestic power that must exist in that most blessed soil. As many Ulema have said time and time again; the most blessed soil, the most blessed piece of land anywhere in existence, is that piece of land housing Al Habib salallahualaihiwasalam. It is the city wherein the scout would go out daily, eagerly awaiting the arrival of The Beloved of Allah salallahualaihiwasalam and finally to the sounds of song and cheer were the Mercy to Mankind salallahualaihiwasalam and his companions from the hijrah to Medina, ushered in.

Now this is what those minarets seem to be, beacons, sending out signals generated from those hallowed grounds, calling out to all of mankind with the Hearts of the Believers replying to this call. Hearts yearning to walk those grounds, to sit in that mosque, to stand in reverence conveying salawaat and salams being in his proximity, salallahualaihiwasalam.

May Allah subhanawatala allow us to respond to this beacon and may He azawajal open up the avenues for us to all follow it back to the source, to our Beloved Rasul salallahualaihiwasalam. Ameen."

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Allahumma Salli ‘alaa Sayyidina Muhammadin wa anzilhul manzil-al muqarraba Yaum al Qiyaamah

O Allah! Bestow blessings upon Sayyidina Muhammad and give Him a place nearby on the Day of Judgement.

He attracts me because He wanted me to be attracted

He sought me because He wanted me to seek Him

He opened a way for me because He wanted me to pass through

He witnessed me because I could not witness Him

He found me to show me that I can never be lost

He is with me when I cannot be with Him

He loves me because He wants me to love Him

His love gave me felicity in my anonymity

He is the vision and I the horizon

I found Him everywhere without Him being there

 

I love Him

SallAllahu Alaihi Wasallam

….the photograph is overwhelming. Upon it slowly opening up on my screen, i saw the minarets i
havent seen in person for a long time, the maghrib sunset is
so beautiful, ALHAMDULILLAH!!!!!!!!!!

I pray a day will come when the tears i am experiencing now staring at the
photo in thinking of Habibullah will be ones i feel every second of every
day for then i am truly in love with Allah SWT and  His Beloved, ameen.

Shaykh Hamza on the weekend in Birmingham said how we should all strive to
read the seerah and learn everything about Mohammed SAW life and desire to
be sitting in his company, desire to see his smile, desire to follow his
every sunnah, ameen.

He SAW is the greatest gift to mankind, may we receive the true opening from
Allah the Kind, the Giver, the Generous to love His Beloved…………to
experience true mahabbah.

I love this feeling in my heart of love and heartache to be closer to the
best of Mankind, ameen.

they look very beautiful

when they shine.

 

Perfect

Pastel colored sentinels

calling all to peace.

Pure, shining, beautiful.

when will I be called to come

joining in the hum

of forth flowing love?

 

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Allahu akbar…..as the pic was downloading and bit by bit it appeared, sky first, on my screen, all that came to mind, without even thinking, (and goosebumps on my arms!) was ALLAHUMMA SALLI ‘ALAA SAYYIDINA MUHAMMED WA ‘ALA ALI SAYYIDINA MUHAMMED WA ASHABIHI ALFA ALFA MARRAH!! repeatedly….and that was all!  i just imagined what the original view, minus all these buildings might have been…the original masjidun nabawee sallallahu alayhiwasallam..roof of palm leaves etc..surrounded by the small houses of the azwaje mutahharaat??! the profound noor that must have emanated from this area, due to all its inhabitants with pure iman..breathtaking, mind boggling!  that always just floods my mind whenever i see any pic of Madinah or musjidun nabawee sallallahu alayhi wasallam….

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Maghrib Symphony in Taqwa Major!

Cymbals crash,

a thundery pulse booms from the percussion instruments

orchestrated to accompany the falling sins as thousands wash, wipe, gargle and snuff

in preparation for meeting the One and Only to Whom we lower our lowly heads. 

the strings hit notes of sublime majesty, coalescing with the celestial sounds of Angels’ wings

as they caress the Green Dome, dispatching Salam in numbers matching ocean bubbles,

to glide away with multifarious replies glittering as a concoction

of every shimmering dewdrop created, with the sparkle and twinkle

of the mass sum of constellations and the Milky Way.

thus is the lure of the Maghrib Symphony, played in Taqwa Major!

the lyrical grace notes suddenly slide into drums beating a marching, striding purposeful rhythm, mesmerizing and mobilizing feet of the devout.

wrinkled feet, white, black, brown feet. old, bare, painted, and stocking feet,

feet propelled;  dusty feet, cracked  feet, soft baby feet.

a maelstrom of patter, running, sauntering, shuffling magnetized momentum,

cymbals, timpani and tubular bells synchronize in surround sound.

the most blessed of earth records the identity of every present soul, witnessing.

every tiny pebble, every mote of dust, stretches of shiny marble, worn reflective concrete mirrors,

witnessing intentions of the reflective mirror of hearts protected in cages of ribs

as they beat on cue to an expected crescendo. 

souls dance in anticipation of the ultimate bow of humility,

the bow to the unfurling of all veils

accompanied by a human chorus exalting …submitting.

a massed praising; a choral refrain of hushed mumbled glorifications

interspersed with delicate clicks of wood, stone, seeds and plastic.

the climax is imminent as sunlight weaves into twilight

sun slipping off stage behind a dusk curtain.

The Conductors baton is raised,

 

the giant tuning forks vibrate

the Universe vibrates……..

ALLAAHU AKBAR   A -L -L –A-A–H- U    A -K –B- A- R     A -L -L –A-A –H- U    A -K –B- A- R.

Typical of the ummah today: dunya demands squeeze the Deen, the picture illustrates and conveys this meaning in an obvious way. The not so obvious is that the demands of dunya hide the objectives (the Green Dome) of our life, and we are deluded in calling what remains of Deen the whole Deen.

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I told you

I’m tired of this noise

Ambitions and choice

Of crime and deception

And participation

In a cold, everyday war

 

I’m homeless here!

I told you

I’m going HOME!

 

Home is with the white doves

Their freedom and dependence

I’m one of them

 

Home is on the off-white marble

A scorching fire

To burn my bare feet

A frozen iceberg

To numb my toes

A breath of Hellfire

A touch of Bliss

 

Home is at the Green Dome

That sparkles with the rays

Of the mid-day sun

 

I’m going HOME

To the golden chandeliers

The grey-white columns

The green Persian carpets

And empty walls

Cool, everlasting water for guests

 

I’m going HOME

Where my guardian

Rests at peace

A part of Paradise on earth

His grave is,

Full of musk, amber and rose petals

Smells that never cease

Tears of joy

A drum of a heart

To see again those minarets

Stand high

In the night

Radiant with light

 

I’m going HOME

Where it never rains

But MERCY,

Where I can only be at peace

 

Ahmad’s white palace

The sign of its gates reads.

The home of beggars and kings

 

Give me your hand

I’ll take you with me

As long as you promise

To REPENT

SUBMIT

OBEY and

DEFEND.

By a dear friend, sister Zaina Hafiz, and soon to return, Insha’Allah, Madania, check her recently published anthology.

Insha’Allah, I intend to repeat such a sharing regularly. Let me know if you would like to participate.

All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam.  May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.