X-Ray

Each day when the sun erases the darkness
I woke up with the hope of getting a better life
While the ozone restricts the sun to permeate X-rays to my body
I beams the x-rays of faith to evaluate my soul
It often stuck with the metals of sin
Sometimes stiffer like hard black iron
The othertimes tiny like a mild steel.
Each time I do find harborage with my Lord
Humbly, repentantly, with an unmatchable hope
Of getting forgiveness.
He is the One and Only
Have given me the strength for living
Then , now and ever will.
In the floating moments of life when
I ponder myself why I m on the earth?
It is from The Giver I often get the
Answer ,
Bounded but clear one.
The clear part is
The purpose of life is to Understand the creator
And worship Him in a way He taught us.
The limited part is the inner of the innermost
Reasoning behind it
The fact which Him only Knows.
The wisdom of The Wisest to decile the whistlers of wickedness.

Jostler

Walking through the woods of life

Jostling the grasses of evils

That helms to the door of soul

With a haste of furious owl ,

Which gleams the light of Islam,

Do the devils can harm?

Soul of an 'Abdullah'

Crystal clear the answer

Yet they strive to

Err the muslim, in deeds.

Indeed Eyeing , sharing their fruit

Which in real,

Hell, but mantled with

Forged fragile silk .

Diet

 Bowl of white rice awaiting

Blended with chicken gravy

Appeared on black, round, mica sticked  table

 We were three stomachs as the guest for lunch

Cholestroleans  seen grim

Coalesced with oil or not?

Dread they were of getting

Arrested by death

So dieting hard.

How long son

With this curbed grub

Why fear death  

The  inevitable of today or tomorrow.

Do spiritual diet along with your physical one

And Steam out your fear

Of death from mind

For now and ever.

Brained Data entry

 It was night , midnight

Sipping the orange squash

In white plastic glass , while ears are

Piercing the tick ticks of keystrokes

Of men and women

Yound and old

My head is loaded with

Insomniac grieve, And grief

Of doing thoughtless stroke

Pitied myself for my mediocrity

And made the global recession

As armour.

One similar tube lit night

I tipped the verna letters

Puttering it with medical form

Fingers are moving cunning fast

Eyes are fetching sinless letters

It read the people spans

Who lived and died

Between 1894-1955 then 1932-1992

And the list flows

Brain took the job of ciphering

On the epoch of age they lived

Their glorious life ,

But what I see is their birth and death

Between a hyphen of space

How silly is mankind

By turning into mire soil of minerals

Some were rich, some were poor,

Some were innocent , some were guilty

Some were happy , some were sad

Some were hard ,some were soft

Some were greed and some were mild

And now

No clues of their bragging charm

So much so that they weren’t inherited the globe

Aghast , they did not acknowledge

The purpose of their life

Lest they mesmerized by worldliness

Its now my turn

Not to stuck in number traffic

Without pondering

Like a donkey carrying 'The books'

No! I don’t want to be soh

O Lord let my conviction about truth

Spread my blood ,

Let it be my life, my breath

My thought.

O God, let it be as you commanded

I n the book, code of life,

'The Holy Quran'.

Dawn Dream

Was a guest to a poor hut

With single room and a living, but

Strange tribe was the host

Left me alone with an unclear mat.

Shining floor was full of dust

Found myself sweeping best

Movement was like elephant pinna

Result was tiny dingy villa .

Eyes hurled over quad corner nooks

A svelte broom lied there in one of the sees

Now dawn dream left me with a warn

Getting me the tool for my turn.

Men are in loss

I was walking  through the Salmiya streets the other  day. Mind get wandered over by seeing the legion of people and their affairs. Its saddening , an Arabic speaking Islamic country like Kuwait has drowned in to devil's hand of luxury and consumerism.

The lack of  lucidity about the religion Islam, the laziness to observe it , the greed to make money and fame makes  a considerable number of  'Ummah' in chaos .

Why didn’t   our mind take seriously the admonition in Quran ,chapter no:103. The Afternoon. ?

1. By the time.

2. Verily , man is in loss.

3. Except those who believe (in Islamic Monotheism)and do righteous good deeds, and recommend one another to the truth (i.e order one another to perform all kinds of good deeds which Allah has ordained, and abstain from all kinds of sins and evil deeds which Allah has forbidden), and recommend one another to patience (for the sufferings , harms and injuries which one may encounter in Allah's cause during preaching His religion of Islamic monotheism or Jihad).

Allah (swt) promises by testifying the time.  It has a profound significance as time will reach up to the last man in this universe no matter how much he advanced  technologically, physically or socially . It was there in the history witnessing each and every  seasons and shifts .  

Loss is nothing but the loosing of paradise and earning hell as substitute. Not the losing of  your  wealth, children ,job, academic degrees or renowned awards you got , Allah doesnot value you  counting  all that, never.   

In lieu He values, what you done with intelligence that Allah has given you to understand him, what you done with the wealth that Allah has given you, how you brought up your children that Allah has blessed on you, what you done with your knowledge that Allah has bestowed on you.
My dearest brethren understanding Allah(swt) and worship him is the most substantial aim behind our creation. If we fail to do that certainly it doesnot causes any harm to Allah(swt) but we will suffer desperately.

Holy Quan 3:176 says,

And do not be grieved (O muhammed) by those who hasten to disbelieve. Indeed they will never harm Allah at all. Allah intends that he should give them no share in the hereafter, and for them is a great punishment.

Rib of Men

 I came across these lines in one of my diving through the sites, I felt I should fetch it here for my bros & sistrs, It goes as,

Women was made from the rib of man,

She was not created from his head to top him,

Nor from his feet to be stepped upon,

She was made from his side to be close to him,

From beneath his harm to be protected by him,

Near his heart to be loved by him.

I quote this lines here up not for those premariage crooks but for those wedlocked ones.