Saturday, December 17, 2016

Yes, I'm that lady whom you saw evolving.


Perspectiveness and judgments aside, I welcome you to the Manhaj of the Salaf us Saalih.

I remember the room I stayed in my third year of college. Mysore was always a beauty with its less traffic and happy winds. The gripe I go through though, reviving the moments spent fruitlessly is real. My bed was parallel to the window sill. I used to keep my double pillows slanted across the wall and watch the green leaves dance in the breeze. When four in the evening approach, that's when Fatty used to lit up in joy. The place where she would place her Prayer mat would have drawings of these leaves from outside. She would sometimes sit on the floor, baking their shadow into her soul. Happiness.

Yes, this is the lady whom who saw evolving. I can't fathom the things I took for granted- free time and health would make the top list. Human nature by default doesn't welcome advices- especially when it is something for which we have gone slaves. Zero is the effort taken to take the naseeha- those who do are my kind of beauties, بارك الله فىكم
 
 


Today, dated 17th of December, I understood that the ones who commit the worst injustice (31:13) can never accept the changes you undergo; they would though if you step out of your clothes- of Haya. I learnt that "friendship" is a heavy coin that I can't just lend to any Sophie or Sarah. That it is an honour you give and take in the name of wishing for good in this life and the next- for abiding to the good and forbidding the evil. I derived from the rains that created the puddle that being proverbial is beautiful- come what may the questions and boos. That for you to be accepted in this Dunya of fitna and fasaad, you need to surf by the tide, if not welcome the accusal of "you are selfish". That the index of their hands would not harm you for your initiations taken for the sake of Allah. That going shapeless and black is hard only with these naïve comments, else it is easy- why would you want to let the world guess the shape of your chest and the curve of your hip anyways? That, fast are the days moving, and those who would matter will remind anyways (as reminders benefits the believers).

I take this course of action, to invite every reader to a religion that tells you, "Every son of Adam sins and the best of the sinners are those who repent".  I invite you to learn this Deen from people who have let their hair grey with seeking knowledge. I insist that if you had reached so far with this article, that you learn The Conditions of La Ilaaha Illallaah (شروط  لا الاه الله) from authentic sites- or better travel to a scholar and learn ( the xx chromosomes could leave a message to me if you are clueless about this sentence). The very few years that you went through has taught you enough to believe that you are mortal- that you will die- that you will be food for the worms one day. How many more reminders would you need to make you think over what you are doing with this 60+ odd years that you are standing perpendicular to this earth?

I know, I don't presume you will have a change over with this article, but I can hope that you don't stay dipped in Ghaflah. That you don't be of those whom Allah subhanawatala has mentioned in Surah Al Baqara of having a disease, of having a barrier for their eyes so that they don't see the Haqq, for their ears so that they don't hear the Haqq and for their hearts, so that they don't understand the Haqq. You did get the call to follow the truth and remember Allah is Al Adl, The Just.

Rectify what is left of your life and Allah will forgive you for your past.

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