Posts Tagged ‘Death’

So Little Time, So Much Change

// August 24th, 2008 // 6 Comments » // Blog

I was reminded of an old entry today, that I wrote approximately 18 months ago. So much has happened to me in the time that has since passed; too much to list here.

Reading over it, I saw a person whom I recognised, but was now distanced from. A young woman who had such high hopes for herself. Whose speech was clearer, intentions purer, heart brighter.

It is more than time that separates us now. A chasm filled with darkness. Desires that make the higher path more thorny to the sight. Good and evil intertwined within a knotted gut of emotion. How to release one, and retain the other?

It is never too late to change. To reclimb the mountain, and rise higher still. Only death is truly the end. May Allāh take my soul as a believer, worthy of the title “Muslim”. Āmīn.


Image Credit: Caucas

Heart Softeners

// June 26th, 2008 // 4 Comments » // Blog

Two heart softeners from my feed reader this week…
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Organ Donation: Something to think about?

// January 20th, 2008 // No Comments » // Blog

My latest entry for MuslimMatters, discussing the issue of organ donation:

Discovering this “common ground” between five very different religions, made me realise that, as a Muslim, I've never really thought much about the idea of becoming an organ donor before. I had some inkling that it was permissible in Islam, but had not yet embarked upon a serious quest to decide whether or not I should carry a donor card. In light of this recent debate, and the fact that I don't know how long I have left on this Earth, I think it is about time that I did.

Benazir Bhutto: RIP

// December 27th, 2007 // 9 Comments » // Blog

I didn't believe what I was reading when I clicked on the MuslimMatters bookmark in my feedreader: Benazir Bhutto has been murdered in a savage terrorist attack. This is a tragedy for the entire country; not due to the loss of a controversial political leader, but due to the destruction of civil diplomacy, liberty and justice.

May Allāh have mercy on the soul of our sister in Islam; may Allāh have mercy on the citizens of Pakistan.

MM: Benazir Bhutto killed in Terrorist Attack

From a Slave to Her Master

// October 11th, 2007 // No Comments » // Blog

Ramadan, this could be our final night.
Angels may descendeth as i write.
For sure, parting is such sweet sorrow.
Allāh alone knows what brings the morrow.
But let this heart, worn and rusted
be cleansed by Him, alone is trusted,
with prayers, and fasts and charity,
and tears; istighfaar with sincerity.
Why do i turn to the creation,
when Al-Khaliq is He who grants elation?
Mistakes i made return to haunt,
sins and errors, they do taunt
a heart laid bare before its Master.
And though I walk to Him, He runs here faster.
I'm weak, i'm tired, i miss my home,
yet never – not once – has He left me alone.
Confusion, delusion, illusion, deceit,
this fickle dunya wants me at its feet.
I won't listen, no! I won't give in,
until i die Muslim, Mu'min, and Muhsin.
Ya Allāh, the goal is so far ahead,
and failure so close; this i dread.
And with all the eloquence and poetry,
i still wonder: what will become of me?
A soul that's chained, wanting to be free
through submission to the One, and only He.
Can i do it, will i make it?
Will i try, or will i fake it?
God, i am not sure i can take it
anymore, relieve me before i break it.
Please – sweet release;
let it all just cease.
In Your pleasure let me live,
let me die, and please forgive,
every moment not spent seeking You,
every moment vile and untrue.
Oh Allāh, i don't know what to do
anymore, my good deeds are so few.
Guidance, please, a shining light,
send it forth, let me delight
in it, and never stray from the straight path.
Only Your mercy, never Your wrath
upon me place, until we meet again.
And i will try my best to refrain
from all the ugliness that You hate,
while i patiently wait
for that moment of certainty,
when at last, my soul is set free.
I testify to Your oneness,
so please be my witness.
Save me from the duress
of the grave, Al-Qiyamah, An-Nar; and grant me no less
than Al-Firdos. To be close to You here,
and after death. To have true fear,
and true hope, and true love
of You, in You and for You, far above
that what i have for any other:
for myself, my father, my mother,
my husband, my children, for anyone;
how could they even compete with the One?
The only One worthy of praise.
Now to end, these words to You, i raise:
Ashadu anla ilaha illalah
Ashadu anha Muhammadur-rasulallah – sallalahu 'alayhi wa salam.

What is the Price of Shuhada?

// October 9th, 2007 // 2 Comments » // Blog

A mobile phone, apparently.

I know the victim's family. I met the boy once at a neighbour's wedding; he was one of the waiting staff. Didn't realize he was so young, though. He was very kind to my mother, and took extra care of her during the function, calling her “grandma” (which i teased her about endlessly at the time). Naturally the family are quite distraught, especially as his body was not released immediately, due to forensic investigation.

I pray he died a shaheed (martyr). He died defending the property of his friends (he gave up his phone, but refused to give up his friends' phones). That's when the knife was pulled, and in the struggle he was stabbed. He died of a heart attack, caused by massive blood loss; the wound was not actually that deep to cause serious injury in itself, according to the attending doctor.

He died in the holiest month of the Islamic calendar; when the gates of Paradise are open, and the gates of Hell are closed. He died after having prayed the Asr salaat. A shaheed in Ramadan – he has been honoured by Allāh, Ar-Rahman.

Please remember his family in your prayers. I can't imagine their pain, nor do i ever want to be in their shoes.

The Muslim Jesus

// August 20th, 2007 // 3 Comments » // Blog

One of the British terrestial channels, ITV1, broadcast a programme called “The Muslim Jesus”, last night. It contains interviews with lots of notables from the UK Muslim community, as well as Shaykh Hamza Yusuf. One of the few TV programmes i have watched about Islam that did not make me wince once! māshā’Allāh. Shame it was shown so late (11.15pm). The only “negative” was that it contains depictions of Jesus Christ and his blessed mother, Mary (peace be upon them both), but overall, it is an excellent production, and highly recommended viewing.

And some lovely person has already put it up on YouTube, so you haven't missed out:

The Muslim Jesus – Part 1

The Muslim Jesus – Part 2

The Muslim Jesus – Part 3

The Muslim Jesus – Part 4

The Muslim Jesus – Part 5

Update: the full-length version of The Muslim Jesus has been uploaded to Google Video – jazakallah Manas for the heads up.

I was amazed by one piece of information that i learnt through the film – that there is a space reserved next to the grave of Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon, for the burial of Jesus Christ, when he eventually returns to Earth. That gave me goosebumps! Had no idea! It reminded me of how families and couples reserve plots of land so they can be buried side by side. Some would think this morbid, but to me, it is such a loving statement: I want to be near you in life and in death, and on the Day of Resurrection, yours is the first face i was to see. Alhamdulillah.

Abu Huraira reported from Allāh's Messenger (peace be upon him): I am most close to Jesus, son of Mary, among the whole of mankind, in this worldly life and the next life. They said: Allāh's Messenger, how is it? Thereupon he said: Prophets are brothers in faith, having different mothers. Their religion is, however, one, and there is no Apostle between us (between I and Jesus Christ). [Bukhari]

To My Little Sister

// August 6th, 2007 // 2 Comments » // Blog

Inspired by this article.

To My Little Sister

How much you are missed
by those who have never met you?
How many tears have been shed
by eyes that have not seen your face?
How many hearts wring with pain
of those who only love you for the sake of Allāh?
How many fists slam in anger
of those left behind to question: why?

Abeer; your name means fragrance.

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Spooky Kitty

// July 26th, 2007 // No Comments » // Blog

Can cats see Malikul Maut (the Angel of Death)?!

BBC News: US cat 'predicts patient death'

A US cat that is reportedly able to sense when a nursing home's residents are about to die is baffling doctors. Oscar has a habit of curling up next to patients at the home in Providence, Rhode Island, in their final hours. According to the author of a study in the New England Journal of Medicine, the two-year-old cat has been observed to be correct in 25 cases so far.

Hmm…. Is anyone else suspicious that this kitty is more than a casual observer to these tragic events? I mean, if he had been a (human) nurse, he'd have been arrested by now! Could this be the first documented case of a feline serial killer, preying on the old and infirm? Only in America, people – only in America!

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