Sometimes I wonder if I were a butterfly, with flaming shades on my wings,
Fluttering here and resting there, hopping and flitting from leaves to twigs,
I would live in gardens green with trees and bushes plentiful,
Wild flowers would be my haven, their scents would make my tummy full
Oh what a life would that be to lead, with nature all around my feet
But then what about that place of which no ear has heard nor eye has seen?
To earn which, the worst of pains and bitter sorrows you have to endure,
The price is high, the pennies worth it but every step makes you sore,
Would it be legit for me to make it my residence eternal, my resting place?
Where everlasting blessings tempt one, but oh for the pleasure of seeing His Face!
I gaze at the moonless sky, covered with black clouds
The darkness piercing my eyes, I close them with a frown
I hear the cry of jackals, oh what an eerie sound!
Rest is as still as death, I sit there as if spellbound
Staring at the shadows of trees, hopelessness grips me
Innocent eyes brimming with tears, in my memory, I can see
Small hands, rough and dirty, plead for just one meal
This is not the story of a single child, it’s of millions in my country
There are those who talk of change yet their walk remains the same
With a fake face, they help society, but their hearts are in plague
The ones who persist in evil, corruption and bad fame
Are no good either from those who play the game without a name
Tired of failing to earn an honest penny is the young man who ends his life
Same goes for the pretty damsel, through whose broken heart pierces the knife
This depression, is it due to a lack of purpose, among the youth, rife?
Is all the education and those degrees really not worth the strife?
Thinking such desolate thoughts, with a heavy head, I fall asleep
Only to be waken by a ray of light, that through the windows peeped
The next day had come and the sun had risen, looking strong and sweet
Despite the darkness every night, resolute to spread the light, through every crack and creep
Suddenly I felt the hopelessness seeping out of my very soul
It’s true that our situation is bad, but certain things we can control
The sun rises every day, determined to fulfill its role
Nature stares in our face all the time, meant to inspire, so we too set firm goals
After all, darkness and evil prevailed even worse in the Prophet’s times
But in a few years, the picture displayed peace and conquests, with hardly any crimes
It was one man who became the agent of change, with only a few people by his side
Allah’s Word, the Glorious Quran, was what helped them spread the light
So my dear brothers and sisters, pay heed to these signs in nature therein
This Quran has been called An-Nur by the Lord, so it will revive the light within
The depression and frustration will end only if you turn to Him
So understand His Words with an open heart, enlighten yourself and let the change begin!
Narrated Abu Huraira:
That once Allah’s Apostle (p.b.u.h) said, “Your brother, i.e. ‘Abdullah bin Rawaha does not say obscene (referring to his verses): Amongst us is Allah’s Apostle, who recites His Book when it dawns. He showed us the guidance, after we were blind. We believe that whatever he says will come true. And he spends his nights in such a way as his sides do not touch his bed. While the pagans were deeply asleep.“
The text in maroon/brown is from a poem by Abdullah ibn Rawaha, which he wrote about the Prophet (SAW). The original verses in Arabic:
وَفِينَا رَسُولُ اللَّهِ يَتْلُو كِتَابَهُ إِذَا انْشَقَّ مَعْرُوفٌ مِنَ الْفَجْرِ سَاطِعُ أَرَانَا الْهُدَى بَعْدَ الْعَمَى فَقُلُوبُنَا بِهِ مُوقِنَاتٌ أَنَّ مَا قَالَ وَاقِعُ يَبِيتُ يُجَافِي جَنْبَهُ عَنْ فِرَاشِهِ إِذَا اسْتَثْقَلَتْ بِالْمُشْرِكِينَ الْمَضَاجِعُ
They’re beautiful, no? Describing the Prophet (SAW) so perfectly. It also shows us the sort of observations Companions used to make, the things they would notice about him. Like:
And he spends his nights in such a way as his sides do not touch his bed,
While the pagans were deeply asleep.
Reminds me of the verses from Surah al-Furqan about the Slaves of the Compassionate (`Ibaad-ur-Rahman). From them:
وَالَّذِينَ يَبِيتُونَ لِرَبِّهِمْ سُجَّدًا وَقِيَامًا
And those who spend the night in worship of their Lord, prostrate and standing. [Al-Furqan: 64]
تَتَجَافَىٰ جُنُوبُهُمْ عَنِ الْمَضَاجِعِ يَدْعُونَ رَبَّهُمْ خَوْفًا وَطَمَعًا
Their sides forsake their beds, to invoke their Lord in fear and hope.. [As-Sajdah: 16]
Prophet (SAW) approved of this sort of poetry by saying “your brother does not say obscene”. Meaning, he’s not doing anything wrong, or being immoral by saying these poetic verses.
Ruling on Poetry:
The ruling on poetry is the same as the ruling on speech or words, of which it is a part. The well known, general principle is that which is narrated in Mursal ‘Urwah ibn al-Zubayr:
Poetry is like speech: what is good is good, and what is bad is bad.
If the poetry involves words of love to a specific woman who is not permissible for the poet, or encourages sin, then it is haraam poetry.
But if it includes remembrance of Allah, blessings upon the Messenger of Allah, encouraging good qualities and good conduct, then it is poetry that is mustahabb and recommended.
If it includes material that is neither makrooh nor mustahabb, rather it includes permissible matters, then it is permissible poetry, and this is the basic, original ruling concerning it, that it is permissible.
Ibn Qudaamah (may Allah have mercy on him) said:
There is no difference of opinion concerning the permissibility of poetry. This was stated by the Sahaabah and the scholars. End quote.
Everyday as I wake up at dawn
My mind start working the moment I yawn
There were many things to do, o dear!
…That’s why I hastily did my Subuh prayer
I didn’t have the time to sit longer to praise the Lord
To me rushing out after prayer is nothing odd…
Since school, I had been busy every minute
Completing my tutorials and handing it in
My ECAs took up most of my time always
No time did I have to Allah to pray
Too many things to do and zikir is rare
For Allah, I really had no time to spare..
When I grew up and started my career
Working all day to secure my future
When I reached home, I prefered to have fun
I chatted on the phone but i didn’t read the Quran
I spent too much time surfing the Internet
Sad to say, my faith was falling flat…
The only time I have left is weekends
During which I prefer window shopping with friends
I couldn’t spare time to go to the Masjid
I’m too busy, that’s the BIG EXCUSE…
I did my five prayers but did so quickly
After prayer, I didn’t sit longer to reflect quietly
I didn’t have time to help the needy ones
I was loaded with work as my precious time runs
No time at all to visit a sick Muslim friend
To orphans and elderly, I hardly lent a hand
I’m too busy to do community service
When there were gatherings, I helped the least
My life was already full of stress
So I didn’t counsel a Muslim in distress
I didn’t spend much time with my family
B’coz i thought, doing so is a waste of time…
No time to share with non-Muslim about Islam
Even though I know, inviting causes no harm
No time to do Sunnah prayers at all
All these contribute to my imaan’s fall..
I’m busy here and busy there
I’ve no time at all, that’s all I care
I went for religious lessons, just once in awhile
Coz i’m too busy making a pile…
I worked all day and i slept all night
Too tired for Tahajjud and it seemed not right
To me, earning a living was already tough
so i only did basic deeds but that’s not enough..
No time at all, to admire God’s creation
No time to praise Allah and seek His Compassion
Although I know how short is my life
For Islam, I really didn’t strive..
Finally the day comes, when the Lord calls for me
And I stood before Him with my Life’s History
I feel so guilty b’coz i should have prayed more
Isn’t that what a Muslim lives for?
To thank Allah and do more good deeds
And the Quran is for us all to read..
Now at Judgement Day, I’m starting to fret
I’ve wasted my life but it’s too late to regret
My entry to Paradise depend on my good behaviour
But i’ve not done enough nor did proper prayer
My “good deed book” is given from my right
An angel opened my “book” and read out my plight.
Then the angel chided me….
“O You Muslim servant, you are the one,
Who is given enough time, yet not much is done
Do you know that your faith is loose?
saying “no time” is only an excuse.
Your “good deed book” should be filled up more
with all the good work you stood up for..
Hence, I only recorded those little good deeds
As I say this, I know your eyes will mist..
I was about to write some more, you see
But i did not have, THE TIME to list”……