Author Archives: Omer
Where are the people who will understand?
Who know that this world is like a castle made of Sand?
And with a single tide, it can all wash away
One moment it’s there, the next cast away
Where are the people who still value love?
Who realize all this is a blessing from above?
And those who don’t recommend over men
Their money and their cars, or how much they can spend
Where are the people who realize you’re sincere?
Who know that Allah has control of your affair?
And those who rely on HIM and HIM alone
Not depending on what’s apparent and what’s only shown
Where are the people who have insight?
Who are ready to take a leap from darkness to light?
And those who do deeds not be seen
Worried about hearts more than clothes to be clean
Where are the people who are your true friends?
Who are not afraid to walk with you against the false trends?
And those who, when you fall, will help you to rise
Hold your hand and walk with you on the path to Paradise
Sounds like the SIST 2014 theme? That’s because it is the same. I wrote this piece to participate in Spoken Word competition at SIST . Finished it 1 day before the event. Too bad couldn’t memorize it properly and forgot while reading. No position for me lol But Alhamdulillah everything happens for a reason so I’m happy :) I just noticed that now I have 27 pieces and if I reach 50 I might make them into a small book in sha Allah. Man I missed posting on this blog so much! Please do read the amazing Ahadith posted everyday.
Would you believe me if I said there’s an army coming?
Would you prepare to fight, or would you start running?
Or maybe you would laugh cuz you know I’m a liar…
And after a short while, I would just stop trying…
Maybe to you I’m like that shepherd who used to lie
Who had no real threat yet “A Lion, A Lion!” he used to cry…
But I’m confused because whatever I say is not even a lie…
I only try to correct you and tell you what is right
Remind you of the Hereafter; tell you about Allah’s Might
So you might come back to the path that is straight
But I’m getting impatient and now I really can’t wait
Cuz it’s late, and I have to go to the cinema with my friend
I really didn’t want to but it is the newest trend
So I spend what I can, to stay up to date
Now if you excuse me I have to leave for my date
But listen to me my mate, you should really fear Allah
Whenever you hear the call, just run for your Salah
And surely Allah will show you your way
The path of those who are guided and not of those who are astray
Man I don’t understand why you don’t listen to me!
I seem to be doing the Da’wah properly!!
So I guess it has something to do with that advice
My mother once gave me while cooking white rice
That if you want to change the world you would have to start from yourself!
That people wouldn’t trust me if I committed sins myself!
How I ignored the words that came straight from her heart
Thinking I had my cool ways, thinking I was really smart
But now I see what she said was indeed very right
It was my narrow thinking and my limited insight
And now I realize it after many long days
That I really have to stop, that I have to mend my ways
Cuz change, change and change!! We all want to see it!
The funny thing is that no one is ready to be it
So I gotta start from today and firmly decide
Make sincere Du’a that only to Allah I should confide
To revive the light inside and let the change begin…
Cuz “Allah does not change the condition of a people, unless they change what is within…” [Interpretation of the meaning – Surah Ar-Ra’d, verse 11]
It was considered something sacred
They named that feeling Love
Not knowing what purpose it served
They took it as a blessing from Above
Then they started guessing what it was
No one to guide them through the way
They didn’t look at the Manual they were given
And slowly started going astray
It was made for a mother to love her child
And a father so on his son he wouldn’t be harsh
And specially to recognize the One Who made it
So it would help heal people’s broken hearts
So it would make them kind, and loving, and gentle
So hate and jealousy would be despised
But how the cursed one tricked us to misuse it
On that, today, we’re all surprised
Now people take it for romance and lust
And we had to pay a terrible cost
That on it most have lost their trust
And the real meaning of Love was lost
I hadn’t prayed the whole day. I would just join my Zuhr with Asr because I’m travelling. At Asr I was at a place where I couldn’t find a place to pray. I could hear the Azaan echoing in the forest but didn’t know the way to the mosques. When I saw one it was a few miles below from the place where I stood watching. Didn’t see any washrooms either or a place where I could do Wudu. Plus I had to constantly move to keep up with my family. I felt a bit sad cuz I wished I could reach it but I can’t jump mountains. I came back the same way I had gone up, went from the cable car to the chair lift and back to Patriata. Then I sat in the car quietly after trying to raise the issue of praying a few times.
Next stop: Mall Road, Murree. We reached there and the azan for Maghrib was going on. Don’t know where from but I could hear it clearly for sure. We found a restaurant to have dinner in. On the way inside I saw a man sitting there with torn and dirty clothes, messed up hair and having a poker face. He seemed a beggar to me or a guy who would claim to be a “Peer Sahab” and fool people to take money from them. I asked the waiter for the prayer place and he said it’s on the floor above but the Jamaat is going on and there’s no more space so you pray later. I sat there again quietly. Had food and then went upstairs to pray. I prayed in that little dark attic whose floor was moving as I walked on it. I felt peace and sadness inside. I knew I was very late. I went out of the restaurant after praying Isha as I knew I would miss that too if I delayed it till I went back home.
As I stepped out of the restaurant I uttered a deep sigh seeing people roam so aimlessly on Mall Road. No Pardah, no manners (talking about the group of boys that you see there only for the purpose of staring at girls or passing comments), and everyone just lost in the delusionary enjoyment of this worldly life.
“And what is the worldly life except the enjoyment of delusion?” [Surah Al-Hadeed, last part of verse 20]
But I was no different. I was the same. I wasted my day too. I could have tried harder to find a place to pray. Surely I would’ve found it. I could’ve asked my family to wait for me!!
I had seen an ice cream parlour beside the restaurant on my way in so I went there and bought ice cream. As I started moving back towards my car I passed by that guy again who was sitting there outside the restaurant. I went close to him as he was reciting Quran. I wanted to hear him recite as it seemed so beautiful! I had an idea before that it was Surah Yaseen, and as I crossed him I noticed he cannot see and the verse that I heard while I had just started eating that sweet ice cream was
أَلَمْ أَعْهَدْ إِلَيْكُمْ يَا بَنِي آدَمَ أَن لَّا تَعْبُدُوا الشَّيْطَانَ ۖ إِنَّهُ لَكُمْ عَدُوٌّ مُّبِينٌ ﴿٦٠
“Did I not enjoin upon you, O children of Adam, that you not worship Satan – [for] indeed, he is to you a clear enemy.”
[Surah Yaseen, verse 60]
It had never been so hard to eat ice cream before….
So I was about to go to sleep and tell my friends to wake me up at Fajr when the electricity went. This doesn’t happen usually at GIKI so most of us came out of the rooms. I turned off the light and fan switches, wore my sandals, turned the torch on in my awesome Nokia mobile having a torch that works, picked up a packet of Catty Chins (Cheese) by Super Crisp (man they’re yummy) and went out of my room.
I sat for a while outside on the hostel stairs looking towards the sky (crazy about stargazing). It was quite dark and it seemed really nice, so calm and serene. And I thought to myself that what would it like be at the time of the Prophet (SallAllaahu Alaiyhi Wasallam)? They would have this peace everyday. No pollution, clear sky, no internet to keep them distracted, all connected to nature you know. It must have been amazing. So I finished my snack and went to the mosque. There was no one there at that time. After a while a junior came and we talked a bit and the Azaan started in different mosques around us. So we decided since the guy who usually gives it is not here yet we should go ahead. So for the first time in 4 years of my stay in GIKI, I gave the Azaan. It felt good Alhamdulillah except for the fact that there was no electricity!
Anyway, I lied down there for a while and that guy went out. I could feel that there were mosquitoes gathering around me. I started feeling itchy and knew they were biting. Then the light came and I saw them close to me. First my expression was:
And I then I saw 3-4 sitting on my foot and I’m like
But I realized they must be a lot so I stood up and to no surprise there were quite a lot roaming around me. So I ran like crazy (not literally of course)…
After Namaz now I came back to my room and started counting the red spots that I could see on my hands and feet. To my surprise I have 67 (THREE LESS THAN SEVENTY) mosquito bites on my hands and feet alone (these are the ones I can see and count). Wonder what they did to the rest of me.
But there was only one conclusion this could lead to…. THEY LOVE ME!
Now I better get ready to leave for Rawalpindi. But first, gotta have those parathay…
Have a blessed day. Assalam u alaikum :)