and just before your eyes,
you’ll see it
come to you.
and just before your eyes,
you’ll see it
come to you.
Sabr is knowing your value
And not giving up or giving in
It’s to believe that Allah is there for you
Regardless of what others claim your sin
Perhaps you have no control in this world
But you have the universe to call your friend
And those who have already reached their end
because although they are memories, you remember them.
So remember their efforts in turbulence
And how they waited for droughts to sprout the sea
Or for shackles to be removed only to become king on a throne
You are witness to their stories and you are witness to your own
you have paths to follow from the past
And knowledge to understand your own
So be patient and be free
And keep climbing until you reach the other side
Because your real treasure lies in the shadows, beyond what any human can see
Man the things that Allah swt teaches me with amazes me. I’m thankful for all the sour people that come in my life. It teaches me to stick up for myself, it teaches me morals, and it teaches me how to grow.
Based on a strange encounter I had with whom I had no idea was an Imam because of his lack of ethics, I decided to list out things I wish I was able to be treated with as a girl seeking help from a leader.
Please learn how to approach a broken person. Learn how to talk to someone, especially if they refuse to discuss confidential information with you. If you want to help them, RESPECT THEIR BOUNDARIES and keep it HALAL.
If you are an Imam, learn to be professional in social work rather than to start abusing a victim and forcing them into your advice.
First thing they told me is that I’m bitter. Why? Because I wasn’t giggling or sweet-talking. I wasn’t smiling. I’m a survivor and trying to get my work done. As a woman, I prefer to be straight-to-the point when talking to someone.
You don’t know your client. You don’t know what they went through. You don’t tell them they’re messed up for sticking to the rules and sharing their opinion
This shows your lack of understanding of Islam. Are you advising someone by threatening them? That’s a form of abuse in itself. It’s messed up and doesn’t ever help someone.
Truly listen to them. Emphasize with them. Imagine what their context is. Understand them. Open your heart to them. Be kind to them. Look at what they’re going through. Look at their struggles, their circumstances, give them credit for the effort they’ve put into.
When they tell you their crisis, don’t take it for granted. It’s not something to be taken lightly. Don’t slap them in their face and tell them their crisis is nothing, that people are going through worse things. Believe in what they’re saying. Help them get better, help them heal.
Allow them to choose their path. After-all, they’re the ones who are struggling, let them choose their struggles. Let them take their time in things. There’s no time-limit or deadline on how they should progress.
DO NOT FORCE your advice on someone. YOU COULD BE WRONG. You could be misunderstanding something. LET ALLAH CATER THEIR PATHS AND DESTINY. NOT YOU. YOU ARE NOT GOD.
HasbiyAllahu wa ni’mal wakil.
In the end, Allah swt is everyone’s Wali. Allah is everyone’s protector. Allah is the one who provides refuge. Let Allah be Allah and let you be the Imam.
nothing better than getting a healthy dose of the Masjid at times like this( Trump Era) This is what I have to share after listening to a lecture by some really awesome learned scholar phD dude, a brilliant educator of our young Imam. This isnt all what the lecturer said, rather it’s my reflection and way of relating it to myself.
1) change our focus from falling for our desires, trying to get more of everything we want. more of our distractions, more of the shiny things, more of excess -basically anything -that signifies wealth for you. the excess. the extravagance. the greed. Be real with yourself and what matters
2) dont let circumstances make you take away your consideration for others. care for others, help others, ponder about others and their pains and how you can be there for them, expand unity beyond your personal borders.
3) bare through it patiently. it’s gonna be hard, scary, and ugly but we have to be our best especially in this time. no matter how much you wanna go off on someone, you gotta play it cool bc that’s what will hit the hardest if you wanna win. cuz the point of this all is that you wanna win and you cant win without controlling yourself and being humble
Adjacent vulnerability welling up my throat.
I saw in a full clear jug of milk
fresh grass pile up and float
It was the mourning of my past
and my heart’s ill hope
that something for his future might just slope
This was the fresh grass, like a fresh cut
that polluted my jug
for my mourning and my cut would always rise up fresh
and ruin my morning drink
my afternoon drink
and my evening drink
and my night drink
to the point- that I would not think.
the sadness in my desires
for wholesome love to light my fires
spoiled my every drink
depriving me of pure happiness
and the pure willingness
to focus on God
thus leaving me flawed
Just like the grass in my milk
Oh angels, I’ve given in
Your guiding whispers were never misguiding
It was me who always chose my own decisions
You were always right, voice of Iman.
I wish it were easier to abide by what you’d say
But you’d only speak once- or I’d only hear you once- for my own distractions and fervor would blur your song away.
Without you, my heart would be dead
and leave no goodness to plan ahead
If only I can take your hand when you lend it
and accept the offer to see what you see
But I guess it’s a matter of a leap of faith
from my own stubborn emotions
to actually make the will to further into your world
of patience and peace
It’s my lack of courage
to escape from my confusion-
afraid to face my very own delusion,
So angels, I’ve given in
because all the same- it never made a difference in the pain
except that with you I actually had something to gain!
I’ve come to your doors
to give you my message
that I actually
want to listen this time.
Iman- Islamic term for faith and belief
Today, I pondered about Taqwa. I was praying to Allah swt to increase it and help my be stable on it. To stay strong with it. With that, I began wondering, are there times that I absolutely do not have Taqwa? I realized I do have taqwa every now and then, but most of the time, I bury it under the blackness of my sins, mishaps, and fog of misclarity on things.
When a difficulty in my life comes in, my little nafs inside my heart frantically digs out Taqwa, hangs it up like a chandelier and lights it with the light of iman. Thus enlightening my vision to make decisions and think accordingly to surah fatiha. (ihdina assiraatal mustaqeem)
And so my chandelier is lit, and I can see all that lies inside my heart. Or at least whatever is apparent amongst the buried memories, aspirations, secrets, prayers, personal contracts claiming I won’t do this again, promises, and past accounts of repentance.
My nafs looks to see what it can dig out to fit the puzzle in decision making. Unfortunately, the nafs is entirely self-centered and selfish. It only desires what benefits it NOW. Immaturity is my nafs’ bestfriend, because Immaturity is kind of obsessed with emotions and feelings. Inexperience is lazy and is always sleeping in the back, but my nafs knows how to take advantage of it. It uses it as an excuse to shape the puzzle in such a way so that I depend on surprises and earn the currency of new experience, whether it be good or bad. Cuz that’s what nafs does. It bribes Inexperience with the currency of Experience so it can meal on fudge brownie sundaes and be fat, lazy, and hide under the bed from Courage.
Now that my hearts lit with Iman and Taqwa is hanging tight and securely, nafs ravages through my heart, looking for the perfect pieces that make it seem like the decision is 100% for the akhira, despite whatever instant gratification or schemes it’s trying to get by. However, it’s always a challenge for Nafs because the light that Iman gives doesn’t show what black lights show. Black lights show the clever whispers scribed in invisible ink by the ever so well-meaning shaytan.
Iman highlights all that is good, guiding me to what I’ve learned before and how to take control of my emotions, steer them into the right direction and make the niyyat of serving Allah swt.
My nafs however, cherry picks through the different options and tries to trick me into taking the rigid path rather than the straight path. Sometimes it’s a war inside that vesicle and Courage and Hope come to the rescue. They stun nafs with the image of Jannah just enough to get by with making the perfect decision, helping my win.
I have no idea on how I’m going with this and I feel like I can go on and on because these daily occurrences are always so unique and rich and always provide new seeds for growth and self-development.
Footnotes- Taqwa is arabic for god-consciousness and love and humility towards Him Iman- adamant faith in God for His justice, love, recompense, and the Unseen that is under His control. It's something so overbearing that it affects everything you do and becomes your goal, your conscience, and your purpose. Nafs- conscience, ego