The pages of my book drew dust
That nothing passed in my absence
If life was to freeze on peace
Are my hands too numb to read
All the things I've written
So tell me about my departure
Oh but how could it be
When you were on my lips
My hands cupped
Towards a Lord of all the Lords
Upon a throne,
Within a night
Amongst the rain
I hope that some things
Would never change
If I was an ice sculpture
In that moment
All I am in need of
is shade
Jabbir reported :I heard Allah's Apostle (ﷺ) as saying. Every servant would be raised (in the same very state) in which he dies
Sahih Muslim 2878
Sahih Muslim 2878
There are seven whom Allah ill shade in His Shade on the Day when there is no shade except His Shade: a just ruler; a youth who grew up in the worship of Allah, the Mighty and Majestic; a man whose heart is attached to the mosques; two men who love each other for Allah's sake, meeting for that and parting upon that; a man who is called by a woman of beauty and position [for illegal intercourse], but be says: 'I fear Allah', a man who gives in charity and hides it, such that his left hand does not know what his right hand gives in charity; and a man who remembered Allah in private and so his eyes shed tears.'
Narrated by Abu Hurairah
Narrated by Abu Hurairah
Sahih al-Bukhari & Sahih Muslim
I seriously had a bout of joy when I saw a new post by you.
ReplyDeleteWelcome back sis, you've been missed greatly. <3
Hi. I just found your blog. I don't share your religion (I'm a Christian), but I am a writer and your poems appeal to me. Nice to meet you :)
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