
All black.
But how these streaks enfold.
There is light!
It’s a heart of gold.
God, is this where you meet?
All black.
But how these streaks enfold.
There is light!
It’s a heart of gold.
God, is this where you meet?
‘میں جانے کے لئے تیار ہوں۔’
‘تم نے خود کو ہلکا کرلیا ہے ناں؟’
‘ہاں! اور میں نے خود بھی سب کو معاف کردیا یے۔۔۔ سب، سوائے ایک ’
‘ایسا مت کہو!۔۔۔ اسے عذاب ہوگا’
‘پہلی بات تو یہ کہ وہ عذاب سے نہیں ڈرتا! اور اسے صرف بدلہ ملے گا، عذاب نہیں’
‘تم پھر سوچ لو’
‘میں اللہ جی سے بات کر چکی ہوں۔ صرف اسے ہی نہیں کرسکتی۔ ایک بوجھ اٹھا لونگی’
‘لیکن’
‘آپ کو اللہ جی نے اسکی وکالت کے لئے بھیجا ہے ناں؟ مجھے سمجھ نہیں آتا وہ اس سے اتنی محبت کیسے کرسکتے ہیں جب وہ ہی نہیں کرتا؟’
‘وہ تم سے محبت کرتے ہیں!۔’
‘انہیں میں منا لونگی۔ یا پھر آپ انہیں کہیں وہ ہی مجھے منا لیں’
I belong to these veins
this skin covers my world
I see infinity inside
each capillary of my being.
I see infinity outside:
beyond the borders of my skin
and borders of my country.
It baffles me, sir, at how importantly huge
and still so insignificant
is this picture you and I
are oh so busy painting!
What color is death?
And what color are regrets?
How would you paint life
and how do you draw strife?
If death is black
life should be a glaring white
but if life is white
where do you find bright?
If moments like grey stones
hurled in a calming blue,
create ripples and regrets
what color do they finally set?
If life is a scenic beauty
where do miseries come from?
what colors do they make when
a hungry child murders men?
how do you define an odor,
like that of coal or incense?
how do you distil two paints,
those of sinners and saints?
Where do I mend my canvas
or a palette if it breaks?
what if all colors disappear
of fantasy, dreams, and fear?
Is confusion a diffusion
of black with white?
Is illusion the same
as reality set aflame?
If hope is a bright silver
and glittering desires gold,
what color are expectations
shattering without justification?
Pray tell if I find this out
what help will that be?
To all creation his own creator
and no color greater than He.
~ Randomly Abstract.
Sitting by the window, eyes busy wandering from here to there and
there to here; and thoughts running wildly between fields and hills and
mountains. A deep dive into that ocean and another swim into that other.
All wet.
Soaked outside, yet torn, parched, unmoist lips show no signs to reflect.
Tears! Tears fill up those sea-blue eyes and obscure vision, lumps gather
in throat, yet none of the divine drop falls, not a single sound escapes.
Nothing happens, and ‘nothingness’ is attained. In those split seconds of grief,
of utmost grief, and of those supreme painful moments does God appears.
And when God appears, peace takes charge. Or when ‘nothingness’ seeps,
Nothing Else Remains.
BELOW is what a friend Yamna Farrukh responded with, after she read A Rotten Rose. She says she felt the same way:
Sometimes..
He really surprises me.
I know I’ve been bad..
I am even afraid to read His book!
Wondering If He’ll tell me about
The kuffaar!
About the Munafiqeen..
About hell..
I’m afraid to read it.
But then,
He surprises me!
He knows my weaknesses..
How I always fall for it..
He knows I’m scared, ashamed..
Yet still he wants to guide me..
He tells me, ‘You can always repent’
He says He knows I’m just a human.
I make sins, I repent.
And sin, and repent.
He tells me, that He loves me.
That He can forgive me.
He is Al-Wadood, Al-Ghafoor
Al-Rehmaan, Al-Raheem..
He finally says that every rose counts!
Even a wilting rose can blossom again!
I think of you in darkness,
I think of you in light.
I think of you all day,
I think of you all night!
♥♥♥
Let The Light Shine (betweenthedash.wordpress.com)
Hey all!
Today I feel the urge to write about an issue which holds importance for me, and which in my view, needs to be solved fast because it’s already too late.
I have experienced a lot of cases, where a person is harassing, embarrassing, and hurting other person. And why? Because he doesn’t like another person’s RELIGION!!
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Is religion really something to fight about? I have my religion, you have yours. I will surely call you for accepting my religion, that is because I believe it is RIGHT. You too, have freedom to call people for your religion, and this freedom is blessed to you by your religion.
What I see:
1. There was a post on some website help.com. The purpose of which was to HELP find SOLUTIONS and not CREATE more problems.
The post was about religion where a Muslim girl had shared how she was losing her faith and needed strength, and needed comfort. (or perhaps by ANYONE who could HELP.) You know how she was helped? Her religion and her Prophet were insulted and the thread was used to comment stupid remarks about how intolerable some thought her religion was.
http://help.com/post/273848-please-help-im-losing-my-faith-i-a#myLast
Of course this angered me, and it should annoy you too. That is, if you believe in peaceful coexistence.
And then, there is a page on facebook…I don’t feel like pasting it’s URL here, although I really wish I could show what it contained. It is created by a hindu who has made fun of the most sacred place of Muslims. Not only he, but a lot of people have had their say about it.
Burn Quran Day, Draw Muhammad (SAW) Day, these pages on facebook, these posts on help.com, on all other sites: WHAT DO THEY SHOW?
WHY THE HELL IS THIS HAPPENING?
No body is allowed to disgrace ANYONE.
Why are all these ‘International Celebrations’ targeting Islam?
Is peace ImpoSSible? And why Islam? Why on Earth do you think your only responsibility here is to uproot a religion and not find a way to live peacefully?
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Respect Universal Religions. TOLERATE THEM IF YOU MUST.