Allahumma inni a’udhu bika minal-hammi wal-Huzni wal-‘ajazi wal-kasli wal-bukhli wal-jubni wa dala’id-dayni waghalabatir-rijal.
[O Allaah, I take refuge in You from anxiety and sorrow, weakness and laziness, miserliness and cowardice, the burden of debts and from being over powered by men]
[Sahih Al-Bukhari, 7/158]
After tadabbur (reflection) on (The Holy Qur’aan, Surah al Imraan 3:140): (كتبت هذا بعد تدبر الاية)
إِن يَمْسَسْكُمْ قَرْحٌ فَقَدْ مَسَّ الْقَوْمَ قَرْحٌ مِّثْلُهُ وَتِلْكَ الأيَّامُ نُدَاوِلُهَا بَيْنَ النَّاسِ وَلِيَعْلَمَ اللّهُ الَّذِينَ آمَنُواْ وَيَتَّخِذَ مِنكُمْ شُهَدَاء وَاللّهُ لاَ يُحِبُّ الظَّالِمِينَ
If a wound should touch you - there has already touched the [opposing] people a wound similar to it. And these days [of varying conditions] We alternate among the people so that Allah may make evident those who believe and [may] take to Himself from among you martyrs - and Allah does not like the wrongdoers.
Some are bright.
They shine through the night
peeking through to your dreams,
On a moonlit river you row,
the water is contentment,
in your hand is the oar
the waves come like a lulling routine,
Life and all the beauty it brings.
But, it rings true
That the days are scaling and
what goes up
must come down and
This time the waves will crash into the very cracks of your boat,
You struggle to keep afloat
The oar breaks
The boat shakes
The mind wakes
Focus on these days
that make up half of your life, maybe even more.
We treat it like tar on our skin, and try to scrape the bad feelings off of ourselves
We get restless
We get mad
We get angry, sad
And all because of this, and what the days bring, yet in this we forget the most important thing:
You’ve had these days before. You just made yourself forget. Some days you cried yourself to sleep,
and you asked Allah,
He gave you.
Some days you had, when you were deep in sin,
Or you were simply committed, addicted, persistent on one,
Your heart was covered, your eyes trapped shut,
He stirred life into you.
Some days you had where the string of life just snapped,
This was something really major. Whether you turned to Him, or whether you did not
He helped you.
Some days you felt empty,
He told you how to fill it.
Some days you felt happy,
He told you how to live it.
There was a day, where you sat by the crossroads crying,
People were passing you by, inviting you to come with them,
Most of them lying, promising false dreams, low desires
He guided you.
And yet we complain. We just love to complain. It’s simple:
The days will come at you and will hit you from every side,
but The Owner of Days is asking YOU to remember
That you were once lost, and He gave you the way.
So don’t sit on the roadside, or remain idle on the boat,
Don’t “cry” the pain away,
Move on the path He provided for you
Pray the pain away.
Gain closeness to Him, for it is the only thing that will help you
And leave behind the sins, for it is the only thing that will hurt you
On your very Last Day, the very Last Day of all the many many days
Some of which are hard
You struggle to keep afloat
Some of which are so bright
They peek through the night
Into your dreams…
Wa Alaykumussalam wa Rahmatullah,
May Allah make things easy for you and grant you what is best for your dunya and akhirah!