The meticulous emotions dripping with high viscosity from his honey glazed eyes proved to mesmerize all her arcane devotion. Perhaps, he possessed that spirit which is eminently innocent, a spirit of decorum and piousness always having a tint of careless satire. Strolling on a narrow street a scintilla of thought swiftly came dashing the waves of her curls leaving a selcouth memory on the walls of severed heart. Where he muttered teasingly in the hours of darkness; "Turn thine lashes behind." Her eyes cracked open with a zizz sound saying; "Oh darling, let me sleep." He caressed her cheeks extending forwards gazing at her temple and whispered, "Let me catch a glimpse of thy eyes, so I can dream of stars tonight." -Siddiqua
Though I never wanted to return here, idk what made me post this:/ Hope y'all are doing well. Thank you soo very much for asking about my whereabouts, I'll surely reply to everyone of you. Have a great day ahead!
I've absorbed Z I L C H - The very first attempt was a succulent cowping out of a cerulean blue pot that I kept in the bathroom window. It drew a finger across the rosa salmon tiles on the walls of lavatory and cuddled itself to the fog on the glass, like it pecked the cosy dawn and the sunglare was a blush that whispered the leaves it was al right. At every feeding I saw the risqué intimacy that absorbed the water provided into the leaves, the stems and the coquettish flare of the petals cupped to feel. The roots in reaching and a vine crept down the windowsill to draw a finger along the entire vibrant plant, while the crown I was wearing slipped behind, my tongue held to the brightness of sunrise, tasting the prism of morning filled in my room. I open the cabinet of clothes and the light reflecting off the mirror cuts the plant down the centre. I can see a brown vein choking the stems neck. I noticed the petals withering slowly in a hush. I watched it until my lease is up, not realising to close the cabinet. Grabbing the plant, I move outside, clenched it's carcass by the nape, shouldered by the dirt and the water gushing outside the vase. I feel the brittle roots which are now still, broken at the touch, I hurl the plant off the porch and kept it near the street, where the light rain tries to make a spilling into the sewer gate, where this succulent might catch a fleeting breath, where it may be trampled till it crumbles and washes away, no longer RECOGNISED.
Well, I'm here with some spiritual talks after a longgg time. Forget about poetries, I think I lost that privilege, lol. Yeah, I've tried but all I came up with is really crappy. Nonetheless, I'll try to ink after writer's block, In Sha Allah let's see what happens.
Okay, sooo today I'll share something related with our spiritual heart and the feelings that come from the qalb.
...But those who believe are stronger in love for Allah." (Surah Baqarah i.e Chapter no. 2, Verse number 165)
Al right, so starting with aql (a place where we think from) indeed, a blessing from Allah Subhan wa ta'ala, nafs (place of our desires) it can also be a gift if it becomes nafs-e-mutmainnah. Qalb is our spiritual heart, similar to the physical body that contains heart. The heart of the rooh (soul) is called qalb!
I hope I'm not making this very difficult to understand.
So, let's say this, somebody may die from a heart disease, yet they can still go to Jannah. Somebody may die with a perfect physical heart, yet they may go to Hell. It is not connected with our physical heart. Our spiritual heart is our most critical organ, some make nafs the imam of their life.. they follow their desires. But always following such desires will only make us go astray in this ephemeral pleasures of life.
For lot of us, our relationship with Qur'an is just at the level of wordings-we only recite, we don't feel! The real love with Allah is to have feelings, like we have for our beau. We should test ourselves-most of us knows the words and meanings, but how many times do we feel it? Does our heart burst with praise when we recite the first ayah? When we pray the second verse, does our heart melt when we think about the countless mercy of Allah - do we know the difference between Ar-Rahmaan and Ar-Rahim? When we recite the third verse, do we think about Allah being the Master?
So how many people can say, they feel this? Is our relationship of surah fatiha with the wordings, or with the feelings? The feelings come from the qalb and that demonstrate the love we have for Allah!
I'm getting high on nerves writing this, anyway tell me How many of you believe in afterlife?
Also, I would love to know any of the surah or a long verse you know with translation and complete tafseer.
I love this quote, so thought of sharing it with you guys:)
Let not your remembrance of Allah be limited only to the periods of your rosary bead circumambulates your fingers but remember Him many times as possible, for in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find tranquil.( Abdul Rahmaan Niass T)
One fine day when a strangely subdued girl among the throng will see herself with no predicaments prolong, One fine day when a dream possessing alate will fly high along the moist galaxies and the uncertain nightmares will turn into fallacies, One fine day when the agony will shift into abditory like a reaction engulfing chemicals in laboratory, One fine day a smile will let all the wound heal leaving the scars of earliest memories conceal,
A STAR WILL SHINE A STAR WILL SHINE
And one fine day when the enigmas of cosmos reveal, I'll stand before you all and hear this universe call In the quiddity of glittery stars, I'll read the seer's rune In the silvery shadows of moon I'll survive absorbing yugen And see the fiery illusion, of how
A STAR WILL SHINE
I know this is absolutely senseless and crap. I forgot how to jot down posies, I sware I did. Nonetheless, I tried to opt my old style of writing again.