بسم الله الرحمان الريم

السلام عليكم و رحمة الله و بركاته
~May these personal reminders be of sincere beenfit to you and reach you in the best of unwavering emaan, exemplary taqwa and polished health always, ameen.~

Sunday, June 01, 2008

The destroyer of desires ... a lesson for us all.

A few months ago, a dear sister and companion of mine gave me some heart-breaking and unexpected news... her dad was very ill and had been given a few months to live.
I remember when she told me, I felt somewhat numb and disturbed - why? - only once before had I been aware of someone being told that their precious time was slowly drifitng away; and that person (may Allah have mercy upon them, ameen) passed away within months. Thus to hear this again, I didn't quite know how to handle it, but for sure I was not going to let it pass me by without taking heed.
She sent me a message, over a month ago; a simple and yet profound reminder on the reality of death and the uncertainty of life. I could sense through the undertone of the message that something was not quite right... and a few days later, she sent out a message asking sisters to make du'a for her abu - her beloved dad - for he had returned to The Beloved (Swt), The Creator of the Heavens and the Earth... our Lord (Swt).
I sent a message of condolence, trying very hard to be as careful as possile with my choice of words. Though she and her sister kindly accepted and thanked me for 'my continuous du'as (supplications)', 'love and support', I knew there was nothing I could have done or said to take away her pain. [sigh]
What we forget is that we're all in the same boat. Each and every one of us is nearing towards our death, but whether we choose to accept it or not is another matter. The difference between us is that some have been given a wonderful gift - 'the gift of anticipation'. Though terminally ill servants of Allah (Swt) do not know the exact time or place of their death (though they're given some sort of 'indication'), they naturally begin to prepare for it, as they are constantly awaiting the inevitable. All they are reminded of its death, and though we too know we must meet the same fate, we assume ours will take place when we'r good and ready.
So I ask you . . . who is most certainly better off? We or they?
I read my dear companion's message on dealing with the death of her dad and as much as I tried to hold back my tears, they gushed forth like a riverbank... and she states:
"My family and I knew that this day would come, we tried to prepare, but we made a mistake of preparing alone at first. Sometimes we need others to help prepare us, not just for death but the journey towards it. I read a quote, not sure where, it read “We are not living, but dying slowly”… how true, how simple yet how easy to forget.
"My non Muslim friend asked me if I was angry! Never did that emotion come into my heart, although you do feel a wave of emotions filling your heart and soul, anger is not one of them. I think one of the reasons why it didn’t is because I had comfort in knowing that he has gone to a better place, there were many good signs of his end, and till this day there is still a source of comfort when I think back on those signs. All of us have to go one day, Allah saw it fit to take my daddy at this time. He gave me the best thing in the world, Allah gave me the best dad, in ways which no one but me will understand. When the time was right, when Allah knew I was able to handle it, He took my dad to the next stage of his life. My mum says it feels like he’s gone somewhere and we will see him soon. I replied and said that’s exactly what it is, he’s gone to Allah, his journey in this life has ended, but as for us, we still have travelling to do, how long that will take, we don’t know. That’s why we must take as much provisions and prepare as much as we can for death."
I can't envisage what she and her family must be going through, not even an atoms weight. I have never experienced death in my family, and though sisters often think that's a great blessing - yes, masha'Allah most certainly. However, I just can't help but think "the longer you grow with people the harder it becomes to say goodbye". When that time comes, by Allah (Swt) it'll be nothing but an absolute test of faith... and one that I pray, like my dear comapnion, I'll have the courage and strength to accept for the sake of my Lord (Swt), ameen.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Only You Know . . . Your Love for me is Greater.

As I sit contemplating my current state, my situation and spiritual level, I recall a beneficial reminder, one that often goes forgotten and yet should always be recalled:
When Allah (Swt) wishes good for His servant,
He will test them with the very things they hold dear. . .
And suddenly it all begins to make sense. . . Do I hold my health dear to me? Well, to be honest I've never really thought about it until I started being tested with it. . . So maybe that's it! My lack of appreciation, gratitude and love for the health Allah (Swt) bestowed upon me is the cause of it being taken away. . . Allah Knows Best.
Whatever the situation may be, I won't let the shaytaan trick me into feeling pity for myself, no! And neither will I allow him to make me question my Lord (Swt)'s Decree, absolutely not!
For I know that Allah (Swt) ONLY tests those that He (Swt) Loves, thus how can I feel anything but pleasure and delight at suuch a thought.
My love for Allah (Swt) is more than words or even actions could possibly portray - this I know is known only to my Lord Alone.
So maybe, just maybe, this is my Lord's Way of telling me that He (The Creator of The Heavens and earth) Loves me too . . .
Wishful thinking? No . . . merely tawakkul - trust.
Ameen.

Monday, February 25, 2008

'Soul - ly You' (a poem)

As comfortable as I may have appeared in the past
The images seen were merely facades.
The mirrors an object, the truths never told
So by the grace of my Lord I begin to unfold.
Many things in my life play significant roles
I've striven to save others, and now need to save my soul.
Thus, receiving contentment, peace, joy and love
Are truly great blessings, solely granted from Above.
© Feb 08 Umm Thameenah

Monday, January 28, 2008

Just because . . . (a poem)

Just because I choose not to discuss my tests with others, doesn’t mean my tests do not exist…
Just because it appears as though I have ease, doesn’t mean that pain fails to persist…
Just because I try to enquire about others, and take it upon myself to be one with whom they can confide…
By Allah, it doesn’t mean that the smile plastered upon my face, prevents me from crying deep inside…

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Love and hate... in moderation

I take great comfort in the words of my Beloved (Swt). Whose Words never fail to touch the core of my heart, nor the depths of my soul:

"And it may be that you hate a thing though it is good for you,

And love a thing though it is bad for you.
Allah (Swt) Knows and you know not." [2:216]
Thus, do not love a thing too much,
for the thing which you so love,
you may one day grow to hate.
And do not hate a thing too much,
for the thing which you so hate,
you may one day grow to love.
Rather have moderation in all that you do,
and remember that Allah (Swt) is Ever-Watchful over you.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Companions Fillah

Yesterday morning, a little after salatul Fajr I proceeded with my weekend routine; reading and responding to emails and messages. All praise truly belongs to Allah (Swt), for He (Swt) was fully Aware, of the gift that was about to be bestowed upon me; a powerful reminder for the start of (what I pray will be) a blessed new Islamic year: Muharram, 1429.
A dear sister had sent me a video clip of a footage retrieved from a traffic light camera... Who could possibly have imagined that a man merely crossing the road would, in a split second, lose his life? Those that have seen the footage, will know exactly what I'm talking about: The road appears to be clear, for the light has just turned red. However, a driver that decides to continue going, causes an accident that every driver dreads and every pedestrian fears. SubhaanAllahi wa bihamdih, subhaanAllahil-Adheem.
By Allah (Swt), I couldn't have asked for a more powerful reminder . . .
How ironic? It has almost been a year, just a little under, that my Lord (Swt) blessed me with yet another powerful reminder. I use to sit in the rare company of two companions; two dear companions, with whom, I would remind and be reminded of the purpose of our existence and the reality of our world, with our conversations often streaming to what our Prophet (saw) described as: "the destroyer of desires" - the remembrance of death.
And as I sit reminiscing the beautiful and profound experiences, the three desperate companions yearning for the pleasure of their Lord shared with one another, I can't help but feel a sincere lump in my throat. Truly the distance of time and the absence of things once rendered dear, can either lose its significance or be strengthened even more. Alhamdulillah, for I've only come to experience the latter.
So, I dedicate this reminder to those of you that have been blessed enough to experience the true beauty of companionship for the sake of Allah (Swt); those of you that are awaiting such companionship; but especially, to the dear and beloved Companions Fillah with whom I experienced one of my most profound reminders to date. . .
"With tears in our eyes we passed by the graves of the dear Muslimuun, Mu'minuun and Muhsinuun, reminding ourselves that we too would one day return to our Beloved (Swt). Side-by-side we walked, exchanging unspoken words of truth and silent promises, that will never be forgotten".
© Umm Thameenah Feb 2007
[An extract from Umm Thameenah's work in progress: "A road less travelled".]

Sunday, December 30, 2007

'Whithering thoughts'

The world is filled with metaphors;
For metaphors is all she sees.
She steals a glance of silence
Pondering over what she once longed to be.
Her thoughts, striving hard to fight memories
Such memories that could have eaten her alive.
So she retreats to a comforting reality;
'All that seems real cannot fulfill
Thus it must one day die'.
© Jan 2007 Umm Thameenah