Judge yourself, advocate for others

“Be hard on yourself, easy on others.”

                                                                        — Imam Shafii Rahmatullahi Alaihi.

“I need to be a judge for my own self, and pass convictions on my own self. I need to be an advocate for my brother, and defend him in his presence, and his absence”

                                                            — The Strange Wayfarer



Children of Taif

A hot day in the month of Ramadan, in summer, in the heat of the blessed city of Makkah, just after Salat ul Dhur, i.e. mid afternoon. The month I was fortunately blessed by Allah to be on Omrah with my beautiful mother. In the heat, my mom is tired, we have been looking for Taxis to Aziziya, and after some time a cab stops over and we get in Alhamdulillah.

As I have always been, a curious person, I ask the cab driver, ” Ayna min anta” where are you from ?

The next thing, the cab driver starts crying and sobbing, and yes my mom is staring at me from the back seat (and I was afraid my mom would beat me up right there for making someone cry). However, I had not done anything at all. The cab driver then asks me, are you familiar with Quran, Seerah, and Hadeeth ? I respond by stating that yes I have some knowledge but I am not a scholar.

He then states, “I am from Taif. The city that threw stones on Rasoolullah (Sallu Allahu alaihi wa sallam), if he wanted the whole city would have been crushed between the mountains, if he wanted none of our generations would have even come into existence. It was my ancestors who stoned Rasoolullah (Sallu Allahu alaihi wa sallam), and I cry as it was my forefathers who did such a heinous act. However, Sallu Allahu alaihi wa Sallam made dua for us, that the offspring would be from muslimoon. Today if you look outside of Makkah and Madeenah, the only other city where you find every one being in submission to Allah is Taif. I am from Banu Thakeef.”

May Allah bless the cab driver for his reflection, and Allah is all praised for inspiring that thought in his heart, for making us witness over that thought process, and inshaa Allah unite us all on the sunnah of our habeeb.

It is this same creation of Allah, the mercy for all of creation, Rasoolullah (Sallu Allahu alaihi wa sallam), who have cried stating “Ummati, Ummati”.

Yaa Allah, give us ( the cab driver, our parents, siblings, wife, children, and all of offspring, and every other person) the company of Rasoolullah (Sallu Allahu alaihi wa sallam) in this dunya, and in jannah. In this dunya, by being able to imbibe his sunnah, by doing his idtibaa, and by frequently visiting him in Madeenah. In Jannah, by shading us under your arsh on yaum ul qiyaamah, granting us water from the fountain of Kauthar, from being in the the Jannah with our Habeeb (Sallu Allahu alaihi wa sallam) and the Rahmah of being able to see your beautiful face. Ameen ya Rabbul Aalameen.

“Who is a Stranger ?”

In a world filled with injustice,

the one who tries to stand up for justice even if it be against his own self

is a stranger.

In a world filled with cheating, lies, and debauchery,

the one who sticks to the truth,

is a stranger.

In a world filled with cowardice,

the one who is brave enough to stand for right and against wrong

is a stranger.

In a world filled with materialism,

the one who values principles, people, and relationships over things

is a stranger.

In a world filled with Corruption,

the one who stands by virtues,

is a stranger.

In a world filled with usury,

the one who cares about the quality of every morsel,

is a stranger.

In a world filled in hollow love, with idols in Taj Mahal’s and Kardashians,

the one who finds inspiration in people like Dashrath Manjhi

is a stranger.

In a world filled with seeking, taking, and hoarding,

the one who gives, gives until there is nothing left to give, and still gives,

is a stranger.

In a world filled with bullies,

the one who is humble,

is a stranger.

In a world filled with biases and social classes,

the one who treats everyone based on their principle, consciousness, and character,

is a stranger.

In a world filled with fears,

the one who fears no one except for The One,

is a stranger.

In a world of false heroes, demi-gods, and hollow inspirations,

the one who does the one who truly follows Abraham, Noah, Moses, Jesus, and Mohammad (Peace be on them all – alaihi salaam),

is a stranger.

The one onto whom it has been decreed ” Tooba lil Ghuraba”,

is a stranger.

The one, who on that day will be showered in the glad tidings,

is The Stranger.

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“Kullu man alayha faan”

A scholar or a man of Hikmah was tasked by the King of his time to provide a statement. The condition was, the statement should make the King sad if he is happy, and happy when he is sad. The beauty of concise articulation which very few posses 
                 ” This too shall pass

It is a Neymah and Rahmah upon the believer as our Rabb has declared 

                                “Kullu man alayha faan”

The ‘Ghuraba’

عَنْ أَنَسِ بْنِ مَالِكٍ قَالَ قَالَ رَسُولُ  الله -صلى الله عليه وسلم- « يَأْتِى عَلَى النَّاسِ زَمَانٌ الصَّابِرُ فِيهِمْ عَلَى دِينِهِ كَالْقَابِضِ عَلَى الْجَمْرِ

Anas ibn Malik(Radi Allahu anhu) narrated Allah’s Messenger (صلى الله عليه و سلم  ) said : “ There will come an era when a person patiently practicing his religion will be like holding on to hot coals.”[At-Tirmithi 2260]

Our Habeeb, Sallu Allahu alaihi wa sallam also stated that roughly translates in english to ” Islam started as something strange, and it will end as something strange, glad tidings to the strangers”.

The point is, are we among those who are holding onto the Deen of Allah, are we reviving the Sunnah of our Habeeb, are we holding onto those embers, are we?

I remind myself and every aspiring mumin that,

When the society makes it more fashionable to leave your old parents in some old age center’s, being the one who cares for their parents is a stranger.

When the society teaches to be ‘confident’ by losing the sense of shame, then being the one with Haya is a stranger.

When it is easier to earn rizq by engaging in Riba, being the one who accounts every morsel he eats is a Stranger.

When it is easier to commit Zina than to get married, the one who holds onto his chastity, his haya is a stranger.

When it is easier to live a life of self indulgence, the one who feels the pain for another muslim and tries his best to help those in need is a stranger.

When it is easier to find role models and inspirations in hollow TV stars, celebrities, and politicians, the one who models himself after Abu Bakr, Umar, Othsman, Ali, Mussab Ibn Umayr, Abu Dharr al Ghifari is a stranger.

When the society spreads mistrust, poverty, hunger, and self indulgence, the one who is inspired by “Yaa ayyunhan naas afshus salaam wa atimut’ta’aam wa sallu bil layli wan niyaam udqulul jannata bis salaam” is a stranger.

When the competition is for this dunya, the one who who reminds himself “Al haakum ut takaathur hatta zurtum ul maqaabir” is a stranger.

When everything seems heedless, the one who remembers “Qaleelam maa tazakkaroon” is a stranger.

When it seems like is standing alone in this vast world, the one whom Allah reminds “Qaleelam ma ta’qiloon” is a stranger.

The one is whom Allah has given the bashaarah of being able to be thankful through all of these trials by reminding of “Qaleelam maa tashkuroon” is a stranger.

So, yes holding onto Sunnah is a test, a tough test,

Its a test when you decide to wear an Abaya, follow the Hijaab, act in a state of Hayaa,

Its a test when you grow a beard, lower your gaze, and act in a state of Hayaa,

Its a test when you deem it better to starve than to devour Riba,

Its a test when you deem it better to fast than to approach Zina,

Its a test when you place other before your own self,

Its a test when you please your parents after pleasing Allah,

While we can lets hold onto these embers,

as a time will come,

When the Rooh (alaihi salaam) and other angels will stand in rows,

the day of haqq,

There will be those who wish they were mere dust,

Inshaa Allah for the strangers, the one’s who held onto embers, there will be recompense and reward as accounted by his lord.

Yaa Rabb make us among the ‘few’, make us among the ‘ghurabaa’, make us among the ‘ahlul jannah’, make us among the ‘iqwatur rasoolullah sallu Allahu alaihi wa sallam’, make us among the one’s whom you stated ”

make us among those who have followed the muhajireen and ansaar. Ameen ya rabbul aa’lameen.



Fajr – Day Break Supplications

By the brightness of the day, and by the darkness of the night,

You promised your beloved, my Sayyid, that you haven’t forsaken him from your merciful sight.

By the brightness of the day, And by the darkness of the night,

You ensured your beloved, my Sayyid, that which comes ahead is better than the forgone light.

Ya Rabb, we are destitutes, seeking mercy from your majestic flair,

Ya Rabb, we are paupers, who without your mercy will be lost in despair,

Ya Rabb, guide us over to what you please,

Ya Rabb, render over us your mercy, and fill our hearts with ease,

Ya Rabb, in this journey, through this world,

       through the heart breaks, and trials hurled,

we seek strength and we seek solace,

To be in your Ridhaa, in your Rahmah, to be in your grace.

– Ameen




When the Parallels met…


When the Parallels met,

They met at known point defined as ‘infinity’

Defying the concept that they remain equidistant,

Equidistant for a naïve eye, for their life and into unknown eternity.


Just as the Moon split,

Split as a sign of ‘The Magnificent’s” mercy, through his Majesty,

Removing the rust on the hearts of the ignorant,

For ignorant’s, who turned to light and strove for clemency.


Just as the ‘Companion of the Whale’,

Delivered from darknesses of belly, night, and the sea,

Returning the companion to heal, and to show people who hale,

Turning the decreed punishment, into an eternal sign of ‘The Most Merciful’s’ Leniency.


Just as the ships sailed, in a fluid that you can’t see,

Allowing us to explore and search for ‘The Bountiful’s’ bounty,

A reminder for those who search for signs and through hearts they see,

Creating the signs to return to the creator of air, land, and sea.


When the parallels met,

By the decree of the one who stated his punishment is shadowed by his mercy,

Only if it’s decreed by the one whose punishment is shadowed by his mercy,

In his decree is Sakeenah, Mawaddah, and Rahmah i.e. Mercy.


The Re-Learners

December 2014 was quite turbulent a time, with the attack at the school in Pakistan where innocent children were killed, then attack in Australia around Boxing day, and also an incident a little earlier when a sportsperson in one of the sports that I have been involved in passed away while playing.

With all of these emotions forming the context, here is how they were expressed


The Re-Learners

Feeble toes and fearless falls, to the perfect gait and elegant stall,

From a nestling learning to fly, to a hawk circling the cloudy sky, 

A Cub trying to discover and explore, to a Tiger with a royal roar,

It’s the transformation of age and transformation of time, only the youthful, the juvenile, feels it is sublime

Feeble toes have still to walk in the heat, in the winter grey,

Circling hawk has to glide through in the winter, in the morbid weather,  and still hunt its prey,

Roaring Tiger has to retain the territory from rivals and men with a quest to slay,

It’s at this moment they fall away,

The strengths that weakened, wither away,

 The victories that defeated clear away ,

making the prodigies that turned prodigal fall away,

Yet among those prodigies, are those that persevere, that master, and eventually stay,

The ReLearners

Those that wander deep into their souls,

 those that await sunrise after the storm,

those that see the sunrays shine through the snow flakes,

those that see water gush through the formation of rock,

those that didn’t just fall, but fell the best of mates, yet rose again to bounce on the grassiest pitches,

The ReLearners

Those that remain true to their love,

Those that preach peace even after doves are splattered with children’s blood,

Those that state #Illridewithyou any given day,

The ReLearners

Those that mutate and those that reorient,

to be the buds that blossom in a storm,

The ReLearners