BEYOND THE HAZE ~From An Illusion Towards Perfection~

Assalaamu alaikum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuhu.

'Raise you words and not your voice 'coz its the rain that grows the flowers and not the thunder! '

I write this to be a reminder for me and those of you who read it.

Remember me in ur duas...
مع السلامة..

               

In the world a new one...
A new soul, a new Imaan
Born as a muslim
Raised as one
Upon the kalimah, To Allah
There are partners none
No hardships she faced
In seeking the true religion.

To recite the Quran
She learnt before seven
And offered the Salah
Submitting to its obligation
The fasting, the charity
She offered with elation
Seeking the reward
From her Rabb as compensation.

Abstaining from music
From mingling of sexes
From gossip & slanders
And evil intentions.

Though a life seemingly
An epitome of perfection
Her heart yet remained
At unease & in dissatisfaction.

The fear of being astray
The worry of deviation
The heart usually led her
Into the depths of confusion
Accusing her of being unspiritual
But the mind rationalized
It's just an illusion.

Concurring with it
Letting down her guards
Unaware of the fact that
Beyond the haze
In reality lay
Her path towards perfection
The journey continued
Without any hesitation.

In others seeking excellence
Led her to realization
There's something amiss in her faith
Some fault in her conviction.

Deeds of worship though appreciable
Seldom they seemed to satisfy
The prayers 5 times a day
Which keeps immorality away
With her lord Alas!
Rarely formed a connection.

To miss a Salah or a sawm
Was something to never imagine
From a young age was taught
The severity of its obligation
The acts, their order, their methods
Were taught as lessons
But the blunder was
The omission of its essence
Which left her hollow from within.

The hijab she followed
Was more like a tradition
The manners & character
She received in inheritance
A life of ease
Living as she wished
Adhering to the obligations
The rituals and traditions
Accustomed to the routine
Unaware of the resolution
The deeds continued
Yielding no satisfaction.

The azkaar the duaas
A result of memorization
On the heart had no impact
As were they a mere recitation
A recitation,
To whose words
The heart showed no concentration.

The qiraat in Ramadan,
The charity, the qiyaam
Letting know everyone around them
Heedless of preserving them
Hastening in competition
The efforts continued
Devoid of reflection.

To please her lord, she had to
Was known to her
Yet something within her
Was the cause of prevention
Preventing her
From attaining the peace
The peace sought by
The people of understanding.

Dreading being punished
Fearful and anxious
Overtaken by depression
When her thoughts haunted her
She resorted to contemplation
Wondering at the unease
The querulousnesof of her self
Seeking an explanation
To the perturbing desolation.

But not too late
Did she realize
Living in an illusion, she was
The illusion of perfection
All the while.

The actions though perfect
Yet devoid of sincerity
Performed out of responsibility Was not something
Required for piety

To lead a life
Being conscious of the Creator
Carrying out the ibaadaats
Out of love, hope & fear
Evacuating the heart
Off the love of dunya
Treading the path
Abstaining from ma'siya
Knowing that what matters
Is one's sincerity
If achieved...
Then the path is cleared
Towards attaining the ultimate goal
The pleasure of Ar Rahmaan..
The deedaar of Ar Rahmaan..