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When My Lord Asks Me…

روى ابن الجوزي عن أبي حامد الخلفاني أنه قال لأحمد بن حنبل رحمه الله: يا أبا عبد الله هذه القصائد الرقاق التي في ذكر الجنة والنار أي شيء تقول فيها ؟

فقال : مثل أي شيء ؟ فسرد له الرجل تلك الأبيات

وهو يقول : إِذَا مَا قَــال لِـــي رَبِّي أَمَّا اسْتَحْيَيْت تَعْصِيْنِي

“فقال:”أعد علي”قال:فأعدت عليه،فقام ودخل بيته ورد الباب

واصبح له نحيباً من كثرة البكاء.
وقال تلامذته بكى الإمام حتى اصبح لهُ صوتاً
كبكاء الطفل حتى كادَ يهلك من كثرة البكاء.

Poem that made Imaam Ahmad cry

Ibn al-Jawzee mentions in his book that One of the students of Imaam Ahmad asked him: ‘Yaa Abaa 3AbdAllaah, what is your view about these odes (poem) which mention Paradise and Hell?’

He asked, ‘Like what?‘ He said, ‘They say:

When my Lord asks me..
Are you not ashamed to disobey Me?….

He asked him to repeat it & he did it again. Then Ahmad stood up and went into his house and closed the door behind him. The student said, ‘I could hear him from inside the house weeping like a child, it was as though he would die from crying:

This was what recited to him (1)

may Allaah subhaanahu wa ta3aala make my scale heavy with good deeds on the day of Judgement & enter me to Jannah without accounts. aameen

 أَتَيْــت إِلَيْك فَارْحَمْنِــي وَثقــّـل فِي مَوَازِيْنِي

I have come to you (in repentance) – so have mercy on me, and make heavy my scales (with good deeds)

وَخَـفَّف فِي جَزَائِــــي أَنْت أَرَجـى مِن يُجَازِيْنِي

And lighten my account – You are the best of who will bring me to account.

Download the poem (Arabic & English) pdf

(1) “Munaaqib of Imaam Ahmad by Ibn al-Jawzee, page: 205
(Dhayl Tabaqaat’l-Hanaabilah, 1/53)
 

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A Talk with the Self

Labbayk Allaahumma Labbayk


As I pack my belongings….. and get ready for this great Journey
I cry with gratitude..…once more You’ve blessed me
Tears flowing…..in ecstasy my heart flies
My soul sings….my whole being cries
Labbayk Allaahumma Labbayk

But what are these words….. what do they really mean?

Do I appreciate them?… Do I just repeat what I’ve seen?
Do I really understand….
Do I even comprehend….
Labbayk  Allaahumma Labbayk

Labbayk means I am here, Ya Rabbee…..I respond to Your call
With a heart full of hope….for that Mercy that envelops all
I’m here to serve You……I’m here to comply
To You I submit……until the day I die
Labbayk Allaahumma Labbayk

Labbayk means total devotion…..submission to Allaah Almighty
Labbayk means sincere obedience and commitment completely
Labbayk means surrender
…for now and for ever
Labbayk  Allaahumma Labbayk

Labbayk means I’m sorry…..so sorry for all my past
Sorry for my mistakes and my shortcomings of last
I beg You, ya Allaah…..please forgive me
I repent to you, O Maulaa……do accept me
Labbayk Allaahumma Labbayk

Labbayk means to change..…so that I live my life for You
Whatever I say and do, from now on will only be to please You
I will give up my evil ways
I will fix my nights and days
Labbayk  Allaahumma Labbayk

But Labbayk also means…….I love you, Ya Rabbee
Nothing else matters….but that You’re pleased with me
Its Your Pleasure that I seek
Though I’m so sinful and weak
Labbayk  Allaahumma Labbayk

Head bowed low…. remorseful, and so full of fear
I am ashamed of my life….repentant, as I stand here
Yearning your forgiveness
I cry out in wretchedness…..
Labbayk  Allaahumma Labbayk

Will I change for the better….will I turn my life around?
Or will I succumb to temptation, wherever it is found?
When will I even begin to see
The faults that are so obvious in me?
Labbayk  Allaahumma Labbayk

I’ll stop dealing in Ribaa….. I’ll give up my Haraam earning
I’ll wear the Hijaab…… no more lying , no backbiting
Never a single prayer will I neglect
My character, I’ll make…upright and erect
Labbayk  Allaahumma Labbayk

Don’t let me become heedless, I pray….Don’t let me forget
All the promises I’ve made, Ya Allaah….all the goals that I’ve set
Keep me strong, keep me steadfast
Let this feeling in me, forever last
Labbayk  Allaahumma Labbayk

For I don’t know when I’ll die and I don’t know where it will be
But I hope I am in Ihraam….when the Angel comes to me
‘Cos if I die so, the Prophet told you and me
when raised from the dead, my first words’ll be..…
Labbayk  Allaahumma Labbayk

written by Asma bint Shameem

May Allaah subhaanahu wa ta3alaa give us the opportunity to go for Hajj.  Ameen  

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3Eid is a day of happiness…but for who?

As he took his seat, on 3Eid morning for prayer

he began to think….. he started to despair

The month of Ramadaan, it just slipped away

A whole month that passed by, as if only a day

He sat, going o’er the days, that were no more

And the blessed nights, that were gone for sure

Searching …through the pages of his life….to find

any good deeds so as to console, his restless mind

He knew there was not much, for him to see

but he was hoping for some thing, that just might be

He looked at his record of Qur’aanic recitation

But alas, there was not even one whole completion

His eyes filled with tears, as it dawned upon him

Whatever little he read, was without comprehending

What good is that reading, if he didn’t understand?

How then, could he follow Allaah’s Rules and Command?

He read like a parrot, without stopping to contemplate

how he wasted, this golden, perfect chance to educate

With grief, he turned to his record of giving and charity

but he realized how severely he lacked in generosity

He didn’t give enough, except for just a little bit

Though Allaah has blessed him, he didn’t part with it

Even the obligatory zakaat…such a big burden it seemed

I wish I had given more….how his aching heart screamed

Then sadly he turned….to look at his daily fasting

It was simply a ritual…. there was no implementing

Though he controlled his hunger, he didn’t control his tongue

He cursed, he swore…. he lashed out at all, old ‘n young

O how he looked at the haraam and listened to the forbidden!

How could he forget…from Allaah there’s nothing that’s hidden?

Even in the last ten nights, he made a half-hearted attempt

How he preferred his bed and its warm comfort instead!

And then an awful voice, started screaming inside him

as the reality of his dire situation, dawned upon him

Why didn’t he exert himself…..why didn’t he do more?

Why did he succumb to temptation? Is that what he’s really here for?

As he looked around, at all those around him

Smiling and happy, with new clothes upon them

He thought to himself…. his clothes were new too

But that’s not why they were happy, that much he knew

Then a question appeared in his mind…. a question so true

That surely, 3Eid is a day of happiness, but for who?

Is it for those wearing new clothes or for those of you

Who strive hard in Ramadaan, as best as they can do

For those who do good deeds, hoping for Allaah’s Pleasure

And for those who are saved, from His Torment and Displeasure

New clothes is not the reason why they’re so elated

Rather, it’s the prayers and fasting, the taqwa unabated

Big tears of distress rolled down his sorrowful eyes

He cried regretfully as he stifled his weary sighs

I wish I had done more, he said. I wish I had been stronger

I wish I had worshipped Allaah each night, just a bit longer

I wish I had taken advantage, of this great opportunity

to have my sins forgiven, and a chance to earn felicity

With pain so severe, it would split his inside

It broke his heart….as he suddenly realized

This beautiful month is gone….and gone is its beauty

Gone are its fragrant nights….full of Allaah’s Mercy

Yet he also knows, that he should never despair

even if he’s missed a chance, even if he’s been unfair

He knows even after all this, it’s not too late

If he turns to his Lord, He will never repudiate

He will not turn him back, if he repents sincerely

He will forgive him even now, after failing so severely

Thus, a ray of hope appeared, in his heart suddenly

 A desperate prayer rose, to his lips spontaneously

I beg of your Mercy, yaa Rabb, please forgive me

You are the Most Beneficent…so don’t deprive me.

O Allaah I promise, from now on I’ll be good

I will do my best, to please You as I should

I know I didn’t do enough…..even close to what I should have

But whatever little I did….please accept it, on my behalf.

“3Eid isn’t happiness for those that wear new clothes, but it is for those whom Allaah is pleased with of His slaves, and those that were rescued from the great torment.”

by Asma bint Shameem

Ahad, Ahad !!

Ahad, Ahad !!


Why shed these tears of sorrow?
Why shed these tears of grief?
Yaa nafsy how soon you forget,
After trials come sweet relief

Why turn you from Ar-Rahmaan?
Why yearn for a listening friend?
Yaa nafsy, do you not remember,
On Allaah, you must depend?

Have you not read those stories,
Of the trials in days gone by,
Of the Sahaabah beloved by Allaah,
Who for Allaah’s cause did strive?

Why loosen your hold upon Him?
Why fling away, His outstretched Hand?
Ya nafsy, do you not remember,
Bilal’s Sabr on the blazing sand? “

“Ahad! Ahad!” He cried,
While his flesh did drip and burn.
“Ahad! Ahad!” He cried,
To Allaah alone he turned.

Have you forgotten the firmness of Hamzah,
As the gleaming swords did fall?
With Sabr he turned to Allaah,
As the Quraysh did slice and maul.

Why drown in salty tear drops?
How can you dare compare your pain?
To that of Yasir and Summayah,
As they lay tortured on the scorching plain?

Have you forgotten the charring of Khabbab,
As on burning coals he lay?
Yaa nafsy how meager your suffering,
Wherefore do you lose your way?

Why befriend you not Al-Wali?
Why not in Salaah to Him complain?
Like Job who only to Allaah,
Turned in all his grief and pain?

Forget you that trials in this life,
Cleanse your heart and make it clean?
Yaa nafsy, why all this sadness?
Do you not wish your heart to gleam?

Be patient in all your hardships,
Allaah hears your cries of woe.
So trust Him and His Hikmah,
For He knows best and not you.

So tighten your hold upon Him,
Lest He withdraw His outstretched Hand!
And remember the example of Bilal,
As he lay anchored on the blazing sand.

“Ahad! Ahad!” he cried,
While his flesh did drip and burn.
“Ahad! Ahad!” he cried,
To Allaah alone he turned.


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