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Saturday 8 December 2012

Friday Snow

The grit beneath this shoes grips
We are but footprints in the snow
They cannot recognize us from afar
So they seek that same paths as ours
They have seen our impressions but not
Our faces frostbitten and blue
Blood and living slow
They survive those whose
Finger tips moved to exercise the soul
The heart all blood but never bleeds
Remember me, remember me
The snow nearly always melts except
At poles where only the righteous dare to go
So we have left the world with little
We are water dripping into drains
If our belief varies like the seasons
Christmas cheer, Ramadan nights of hope and fear
Oh we believe, we believe
Yet we slip on our words
We have been forgotten
And forgotten ourselves too

Who were we trying to please?

It was said in Haashiyat al-Tahtaawi: “It is correct that he (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) used to count the tasbeeh on his right hand. It was reported that he said: ‘Count with your finger tips, for they will be asked and they will be made to speak.’ Ibn Hijr said: Counting the tasbeeh with the fingertips is better than using the subhah (prayer-beads or “rosary”).

 The hypocrite men and hypocrite women are of one another. They enjoin what is wrong and forbid what is right and close their hands. They have forgotten Allah , so He has forgotten them [accordingly]. Indeed, the hypocrites - it is they who are the defiantly disobedient.
Surah Tawbah

And the Day whereon We shall gather them all together, then We shall say to those who did set partners in worship with Us: "Stop at your place! You and your partners (whom you had worshipped in the worldly life)." then We shall separate them, and their (Allah's so-called) partners shall say: "It was not us that you used to worship."
Surah Yunus

2 comments:

  1. Beautiful, beautiful SubhanAllah.
    I would rather be frozen now then burning later.

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    1. What an interesting perspective...

      I was thinking more along the lines of who are we following? Our lives are just footsteps melting in the snow benefiting very few for an even shorter time and thats because we're not consistent in our faith (i.e the seasons)
      The prophets, the righteous the truthful their paths are carved at the poles of the earth, where it is coldest , where it is harshest, where the footprints don't melt. And to walk the same path as them is truly an expedition taken on only by the faithful.

      To be frozen in faith would be beautiful, preserved innocence just the way we were born. Alhamdulilah

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