Many are those who expected Morning, but didn’t live to see that day…

30 12 2007

One of my most favorite video. Worth every 4 minute and 38 seconds:

It reminds me of Surah 102, At-Takaathur:

In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

[أَلْهَـكُمُ التَّكَّاثُرُ – حَتَّى زُرْتُمُ الْمَقَابِرَ – كَلاَّ سَوْفَ تَعْلَمُونَ – ثُمَّ كَلاَّ سَوْفَ تَعْلَمُونَ – كَلاَّ لَوْ تَعْلَمُونَ عِلْمَ الْيَقِينِ – لَتَرَوُنَّ الْجَحِيمَ – ثُمَّ لَتَرَوُنَّهَا عَيْنَ الْيَقِينِ – ثُمَّ لَتُسْـَلُنَّ يَوْمَئِذٍ عَنِ النَّعِيمِ ]

(1. The mutual increase diverts you,) (2. Until you visit the graves.) (3. Nay! You shall come to know!) (4. Again nay! You shall come to know!) (4. Again nay! You shall come to know!) (5. Nay! If you knew with a sure knowledge.) (6. Verily, you shall see the blazing Fire!) (7. And again, you shall see it with certainty of sight!) (8. Then on that Day you shall be asked about the delights!)

Subhanallah…loss of words!

We all get preoccupied by the love of this world, its delight, and its adornment. This distracts us from seeking and desiring the Hereafter. Instead we have to fight our own desires and many times do things that we may not want to do but, that’s the RIGHT thing. Not be a slave of our own desires… Instead do what would please our Creator! But, how long will we do that for? That will too end soon. We have to be patient and give up temporary satisfaction for eternal satisfaction. Look to this world as a station we are just stopping at until our final abode…


The Son of Adam says, “My wealth, my wealth.” But do you get anything (of benefit) from your wealth except for that which you ate and you finished it, or that which you clothed yourself with and you wore it out, or that which you gave as charity and you have spent it)” Muslim, At-Tirmidhi and An-Nasa’i



29 12 2007

By, Ashmin Chowdhury

© December 29, 2007

They wrapped me in my white cloak,

Everything aches…please be gentle,

Tears flow endlessly as it clouds my vision,

I hear cries around me,

I can’t tell one from the other.

Who is that…that touches my face so gently?

I lay in silence as years, moments, sadness,

happiness flashes by in a split second.

Is that all I’ve done?

What could have I done differently?

Have they all forgiven me?

Before I could think twice, I feel a shake,

They are moving me,

The crowd fades away to a few.

I see bushes and grassy meadows.

My velvety-luxury blanket has been replaced,

Replaced with muddy-dirt.

My fancy clothes have been torn to white shrouds.

I fall into darkness as they close my eyes shut…