Girl with a Pearl Drum

This teardrop that falls down my cheek.
Originated from an image.
That filled my vision.
Which sped fast to my heart.
Which went to my mind for a check-up.

Alas! It failed my intellect!
My heart longs for what my mind avoids!
This inner tug-of-war has resulted.
In a heart that aches, a mind that thinks.
And tears that fall.

Then a wise man on the road,
His glasses shimmering in the heat of thought
Said to me with concern on his brow
The burning you feel in your heart…
Target it to God!  To God!
Whatever beauty you see in temporal forms, is within God…
And He is reachable to all!
Ache for what you can have!  Aim for Eternal Meaning!

My heart, dumbfounded and amazed,
Slowly gave in to the wise man.
Yes! She cried, to the mind and to God.

Though the heart promised to change.
The struggle persists.
“It may be that this temporal form
Is a path to God.”

Time is running out, uncertainty prevails.
But in the end, If I lose out on the form.
I can never lose out on finding Him,
Unless death takes me by surprise.

God is my companion
Whether I gain the form or not.
I will never be alone.
The heart smiles.  The mind meditates.
Peace.

If you are unfortunate enough to have come across this post, I apologize for the weirdness. This is what happens during finals week. :)

Posted in: General, Pain & Tribulations, Poetry by Hifzin114 / Tags: heart, intellect

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I love my mom.

You know how they say, a child brings light into a family?

Not in my house.        

My mom is the light of our family, she is happiness during a time of grief, excitement during a time of boredom.  Sometimes I wake up and get excited to just go into the kitchen, watch my mom, and talk.  We can talk for hours, and I will never get bored.  My mom is 50, but she acts like she is my age.  She is bubbly, energetic, and filled with spirit.  It’s funny, because sometimes she can REALLY yell at me, but I let it slip.  If it were from any other person however, I would be hurt for weeks.  But I can’t take my mom’s yells seriously.  I do sometimes, but I get amused most of the time.  One moment we may be upset with each other, but half an hour later, either she or I will apologize, and we will return to normal.  My mom is so young at heart that she has her own facebook profile and cell-phone texts me when I am at school.  One time we had an argument before I left to come to school, and while walking to class she texted me and said sorry.  I was like, SubhanAllah.  I am so blessed to have a mom like the one I do.

I can tell my mom ANYTHING.

She is my sister, my best friend, my confidante, my advisor, and my support base.

It’s funny, because people say that women depend on men for moral support and advice, but in my house, my mom is the source of all comfort.  Everyone depends on her.  I have only seen my mom cry once or twice in my life.  My dad, however, is pretty emotional.  My dad even asks her for permission if he should go to the masjid or to the store!  He does this almost every day!  And this is not because my mom is domineering, this is because my mom is so supportive and nurturing.  Getting her blessing is like, receiving a bouquet of love and appreciation.

Whenever my mom is out of the house for too long, my dad will call her to find out what’s happening.  Yes, he does this for me too, but I think he does it more for my mom.  My dad is retired, thus he gets bored often.  He calls my mom like 2-5 times a day because he is bored.  He doesn’t call me.  He doesn’t call my brother.  He calls my mom.  My mom is the bomb.  You may think that this post is corny, but you have no idea how much love I have for her.  In fact, I am starting to tear at this very moment.  If my mom were to pass away, my house would fall apart within months.  She is the heart of our home.  After God and his Last Prophet (pbuh), I love my mom next.

I know my mom comes to my site once in a while, lol, I can’t imagine how awkward it will be for her to read this.

But mommy, I really love you.
I look forward to seeing you every day.
I appreciate what you do for us, even though I often tell you that you do too much!

You have such a jovial, funny personality.  Sometimes I feel like the serious, boring mom while you are the exciting child.  Lol.

May Allah increase our love and friendship to one another.  May both He and you forgive me for the endless amount of wrongs I have committed against you.  You (mom) embody selflessness, and all I do is take advantage of it.  May God enable me to show more gratitude and appreciation.  May He unite us in Heaven and increase us both in our devotion to Him. Ameen.

Love,

Your daughter.

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Wow…I was feeling upset today…and then about an hour later I received this e-mail from Ustadha Shamira:

It’s a beautiful and cute story. It makes one realize that there is wisdom behind every pain and suffering, although we may not see it.

Bismillah (In the Name of God)…

A story is told about a King in Africa who had a close friend that he grew up with. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) by remarking, “This is good, Allah Almighty knows best.”

One day the King and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the King. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the King fired it and his thumb was blown off.  Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, “This is good! Allah Almighty knows best.”  To which the King replied, “No, this is NOT good!” and ordered his soldiers to put his friend into jail.

About a year later, the King was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured the King and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake.

As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the King was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone who was less than whole. So after untying the King, they chased him out of the village.  When the King reached his Palace, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend.

“You were right” the King said, “It was good that my thumb was blown off.” And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened. “I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this.”

“No,” his friend replied, “this is good…Allah Almighty knows best.”

“What do you mean, ‘this is good’! How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?”

The King’s friend replied: “Remember that the Almighty knows best and if I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you on that hunting trip.”

 “He knows what is before them and what is behind them: And to Allah go back all questions (for decision)”
Qur’an: Surah Al Hajj 22:76

Do Not Judge Things or Events by its Immediate Outcome!

Although the decisions of Allah Ta’alah (The Most High) may seem harsh to us, they are full of wisdom.

Source: Qisas.com

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Alhamdulilah-Praise be to God, my blog is finally up!  Thanks to my brother for helping me out. :) 

I have so much to share with others, and so much to learn from the blog world.  I remember about 3-4 years back, my brother told me to start a blog, and I pointed to the bookshelf in my room and said, “When I finish reading all those books, I will start a blog.”  Unfortunately I still haven’t finished, due to the fact that I love to collect books more than I do reading them.  (I’m working on that)

I actually had a xanga when I was in Junior High School, but I closed it once I realized that the xanga world was becoming a virtual, online high school complete with all the drama.  I think I ended it in the ninth grade.

Now I am a junior in university about to enter my second semester, and I have learnt so much in the time that has passed that I just had to share it with others.  I am pursuing a double major in Health Science and Religious Studies, and I often leave my classes bounding with gems of wisdom in my head that I immediately want to relay onto paper or laptop.  Considering that I usually do not have a laptop with me, some of my reflections are scattered across random bits of paper and notebooks.  Also considering the fact that I type faster than I write, I usually try to retain my thoughts in my head until I get home.  Last semester I was home each day late in the evening, enabling me only enough time to eat, shower, pray, and bounce into bed.  (Must I also mention the obvious, typical g-mail/facebook checkup?)  However I managed to save some on my laptop.  Yet sadly, most of my epiphanies are scattered throughout my brain, coming up only when someone mentions something in a conversation that is remotely similar in theme.

Anyway, now I have a blog and I’m excited to share my experiences and thoughts onto a central and easier accessible location.  The fact that others can read it is also a great motivation to keep posting.  However, my aim is not pretentious and I’m going to “keep it real” as much as possible.

There is still more I have to learn about making a blog, such as editing and changing colors and theme.  Once I think I got it down I will delve deep into my “Soulstorm”, inshAllah (God-willing).

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