I miss the nights in Ramadan. When the night falls deep into a sleep and you are alone with your Lord. I miss the feeling of completely serving my Lord with the intentions to only please Him.
It saddens my heart that for each year it seems like we lose more and more people to this dunya. Don’t feel tempted to follow the footsteps of Shaytan. He only sits on the Straight Path to send you astray. And his whispers are only filled with lies and deception.
Hold on to that last string of faith and recharge your imaan. Trust me, I know it can be hard. How tempting isn’t this world, with all it’s beautifications. But one thing is for sure; it will end and everything you have left are your deeds. So make them many and make them good. God willing, the good will overweight the bad on the day of Judgement and our faces will be shinning bright.
Make your purpose to strive for success
Paradise where you’ll rest
And make the Angels know your name
Prayer is the only thing separating a believer from a disbeliever
Fight the urge to fall in love with this worldly life
Because it will end for each and everyone of us
No one can escape it, so you tell me; what are we striving for?
Success and recognition from strangers?
Or the supreme goal with our Creator?
Faith can be the anchor to our core belief
But often invisible to the outside world
But I carry my faith on my head every single day
And I’m never going to do it for anybody else –
– than for the purpose of saving myself from this worldly life.
These words are for you
As long as I can remember I’ve wanted to meet you
I don’t ever want you to think you’re not meant to be
Because this was planned by the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Wondering who you’ll become
Thinking about our time together
Hoping I can live up to your expectations
Wishing we’ll never fight –
Knowing fully that there will be days
were I’m not going to be your favourite
I pray you’ll never feel restrained by our religion
And grow up to love Islam & Allah
Knowing what our goal is
Because I want to meet you again in Paradise
I hope I can be the one you look up to –
The one you can turn to
I’m going to try my best
but so scared I’ll disappoint you,
that I’ll disappoint myself
Scared of the world you’ll grow up in
Knowing I won’t be able to protect you
The deep, dark thoughts suddenly surface again.
And I wonder if it’s shaytan whispering in my ear repeatedly.
Or is this from my own self?
I feel bruised and beaten on the inside.
Why do I self destructed every good thing in my life?
But just know that Shaytan doesn’t attack the lost ones.
Their case is done.
He sits on the straight path to mislead the believers.
So don’t give up dear one.
The end is near and so is your reward, in sha Allah.
My baby boy
My pride and joy
How could I ever imagine a life without you
If I could I would protect you from any harm that could affect you
Your smile lights up my day
Even bad days you get me through
My light, my sunshine
What would I do without you
I could never imagine a life without you now
And I pray that I can get a life long with you by my side
noun | self-re·spect | self-ri-ˈspekt |
a proper respect for oneself as a human being
Don’t dress up to seek the admiration of other people.
The glances and looks or even stares.
Do you really want this?
You say you want respect but how can you get it,
when all you do is showing your beauty to the outside world for recognition.
You say you want to fall in love with your mind but you only display our body.
I can’t even feel the pain because I’ve buried it so far down
Every inch of my being is torn and I want to scream out crying.
Feeling like a disappointment to everyone around me.
Silently crying because I don’t want anyone to hear me.
With the door unlocked because I want someone to find me.
Being happy and miserable at the same time.
My birthday was this weekend and I turned 22. I never really gave much thought to the year when I turn 22. I guess it never crossed my mind fully.
My numbers start to feel empty. Years fly by like the wind, hardly even touching me. Leaving a cold shiver and then 365 days have gone by again.
When I look back it’s all just a blur. How is it that my childhood years went by so slow? And now it’s like life is running a marathon. Can’t it all just stop for a second? Let me live so that I can breath in all my memories.
A year will feel like a month
A month will feel like a week
A week will feel like a day
A day will feel like an hour
An hour will feel like a minute
And a minute will feel like a second