(Source: nonchalante, via kernel-with-no-shell)
Please don’t let it be too late for me to change. I am constantly trying to grow and become the servant You’ve asked me to be but You know that I’m only human and it will take time. I have bad habits, I think things I shouldn’t and I allow shaytan to trick me from time to time but I am still…
ameen
I stand in this line, but I can’t help but be honest.
In solitude I cease to pray, today I’ll empty my conscience; I suppose it’s for the eyes of these persons, because as the days pass, my connection worsens.
I claim that it’s hard to explain, but the truth is that my uneducated brain lacks that of which a true Muslim contains.
My Salaat is not maintained. It has become but a social gesture. I mean… it helps combat the pressures of two contrasting societies; one, that puts its faith in the economy, and the other through means of peace.
I’ve come to the belief that, I can’t keep both worlds intact. Give me a minute and I’ll be right back. This self-criticism feels like attack.
Each mirror I pass, I stand and reflect, because I know this life has a greenhouse effect.
It’s hard to believe truth that we cannot feel, but my conscience eats at me and leaves scars that are real.
He whispers “Gone are Fajr and Dhuhr, anyway”. By Shaitaan I sway… I comfort myself and say “Tomorrow’s another day”.
A shame it is that this is so easy to admit, yet, consequently a task to digest: that man gets and so easily he forgets.
And I preach to my children that Islam is their Deen, but ahead of that comes A+’s and big money dreams $$$
My name is Muhammad, but I don’t deserve the title. Because what that man did for our history was vital.
Colorblind I am to the beauties of this Quran, black and white it seems as I barely understand.
And isn’t it just grand, how we live on common land? In the pot were melting, we begin to taste bland.
Can you pass the salt and pepper please? This is not who I want to be.
MARIAM HALABI ©
I came from one of the leading Jesuit Universities in New York City; after New York University (NYU), it was my second leading choice. I was put on the waiting list during the summer of 2010, and a few weeks before the summer actually started, they called me in and told me I…
Ali Moaddel
“Freedom”
Al Hujjah Retreat 2012
Ali spittin it like it is. What an amazing, inspiring piece mashaAllah!
I don’t care what you look like, or how you dress. Promise me you’ll take me closer to God, and my heart is yours.
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السلامُ عليكم و رحمة الله و بركة
I'm a firm believer that Allah SWT put us on this earth for a reason.
Discover God.
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Wa Alaikumussalam wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh.
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