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|beloved, trust, just wait|
|08/14/00 at 03:53:22|
|I'm posting some of my older stuff, by request.|
The music filtered through the thin walls, flowing and cascading around her straining ears. The tempo increased and crashed in a dramatic climax of sound and emotion.
Her eyes closed and memories flew through her mind. Images and sounds from her life, made their way, marching from the deep recesses of her memory. The music softened, and in it she heard despair that rang parallel to her own. The voice called to her, left her with her throat strained and her heart beating fast. She felt hollow, empty, void of true emotion. Deaf and sheltered from the deep pain and emotion one could feel, in searching for another. She contemplated her limited interaction with those she loved, and wondered what it would be like to love someone so much it brought such agony. Her eyes closed tight to her surroundings, she focused on what it would be like to love, and to yearn.
The music began to fade, into a soft dramatic ending with a glimpse at living a life haunted by one's memories of love. She opened her eyes wide, and allowed herself once again to grasp her surroundings. Her heart welled up, and tears began to drift slowly from her eyes down her cheeks, as realization came. She had encountered love that moved far beyond attraction and chemistry. She had loved, and desired love more strongly than any star-crossed lover ever could. Because her beloved was not one who would die, or who was unjust. And her life was devoted to attaining His love. Her love was Almighty Allah, and nothing could compare to that.
The music was gone. Forgotten in the acknowledgemant of something better. In its place she heard the adhaan, calling her to her beloved, to success. And she rose to answer it.
She waited no more.
"Ah! woe is me! Would that I had never taken such a one for a friend!" [25:28]
The dim glow of mid day reflected off the deep shadows of his room. The rain fell. In it was heard the whisper of a threat, the reminder of something powerful. His eyes burned, from too much sleep. He walked outside, letting the chilled droplets leave indentations in his clothes, his eyes fixed to the ground. He walked for a long time, unaware of his surroundings, of the noise, of the people giving him curious glances. He walked, eyes remaining steady, hearing only his own footsteps and his hollow thoughts echoing in the silence.
Man has the innate need to trust.
But why is it that the ones we trust always betray us?
Because they are human as well, and weak.
Suddenly he looked up, letting his eyes adjust to the immense gray that was the sky.
So we are weak. But I have never convinced others to sin. I have never convinced others to disobey Allah. I have never betrayed someone. I have earned trust.
The sky opened up, and lightning flashed. A memory flooded his mind, as the sidewalk around him began to flood with water, lapping at his feet, moving in a swirling pattern. He spoke, murmuring to himself, " No authority has he (shaytan, the rejected one) over those who believe and put their trust in their Lord." His eyes filled with tears, as the world around him filled with water.
I have earned no trust. I deserve nothing. This pain which I have gone through, this hurt that I feel, is nothing but a purification from sin. My purification, as the world is purified by rain. This difficulty, this trial is nothing but a rahmaa, from Allah, Lord of the Worlds.
And I am grateful for it.
His gaze lowered, he made his way home.
You live your life in darkness
We struggle toward the light
We strive for purification of the heart
You hide your sins under the darkness of night
Behind your charming smile
lies a heart darkened with sin
behind that gleaming surface
You're really dying within
Your lust and greed consume you
Your lies and deception prevail
but on that day, when you will be judged
on that day you will be the ones that fail
you see whats going on around you
murder, rape, hypocricy and sin
think you're gonna get away with it
you may plot, but Allah always wins
Your lies will be brought to light
your deeds will be exposed to all
you thought you were gonna live forever
Now we're gonna watch you fall
On that day your heart will be examined
your deeds exposed, all your joys, your strife
By the one who created you and caused you to die
He will be the one who will judge your life
Your dark oppression, the pain you caused
the pain and bloodshed you deny
all that which you caused to suffer on earth
will bear witness against you, all your lies
your shiny little world will be broken
with the harsh reality of that which is true
all that you have done and forgotten
on that day you'll receive that which you are due
You thought you'd turn into dust,
That life was just a game
you forgot to think about your actions
and now your excuses just sound lame
We lived our life struggling for good
You lived your life in wrong and sin
On that day we'll watch you lose
on that day we will win
we are the ones who strove for Allah
Fisabilillah we've prayed and fought
You think we'd let you do what you do
Not knowing you'd get caught?
Live your life the way you do
don't think or reflect at all
I fulfilled my duty, told you truth
now its on you, whether you pass or fail
Be of the strangers, Rasul (S) said
this life is nothing but a test
You think you are the winner
but we are the successful, of the best
This life is but goods and chattels of deception
the true life is the world in the next
and thats the life I'm preparing for
May Allah keep me among the blessed.
|Re: beloved, trust, just wait|
|08/14/00 at 15:38:35|
|Masha'Allah Se7en, keep it up - you have a great talent for words.|
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