The Impending

You're an illusion, refusing to grasp the impending,in-varnishing certainty.

Appreciating the minutes of love and kindness.

Bear no malice for one another,no assurance of gratitude in return.

Set yourself free.

Foresee the earthly,God is seen in us no more.

Take with you the heartaches,till your perishing light sustains.

The relief is near.

The relief is near.

Our women and the society

I strongly condemn and protest against it on my behalf. Please read. Thankyou 

In our society if you see a GIRL with a NORMAL "human behavior" she might be deemed as a woman of low character. 

By normal human behavior I mean interacting with the opposite gender when seemed necessary, smiling to the opposite gender when breaking a good news and laughing if accidentally coming across a joke! Letting alone partially covering themselves, even the fully covered ones are modest only if they abide by a certain rule of covering otherwise they maybe considered as the lowest form of women adding to plague in the society. 

If a woman due to her late working hours is arriving home late she's an insult to the family and might raise questions about her character setting aside her determination and hardwork she's putting day and night that should be definitely ignored because she comes home late. 

Some of the parents of broad vision try to educate their daughters and teach them their value and sense of independence then marry them happily in a family where the man asks you not to work and abide by a 'YES' to your husband and mother/father in law and the other bunch of around hundred relatives without sharing her personal opinion and views because that will be too liberal and broad minded for a woman and can be lead to questioning her character. 

Now a days your father will be scared if you laugh around a gathering having boys just to avoid dropping any wrong hints , really? I mean really? Laughing.  👏🏻

Oh and not to miss, if she mistakingly adds color to her hair that is considered too bold for the culture she is definitely not the girl for you,same goes with extra kohl in your eyes or added piercings on any other part of your face than you ears! 

A woman mustn't share anything that's too explicit while briefing someone for the rights and wrong for she's too young and people might take the wrong signals. 

What standard of forming an opinion is this? 

What exactly is this ? 

I would like to take out 5 mins and applaud to this society we're following ,torturing the daughters and the women and oppressing them and their rightful independence and liberalism just because a NO for a boy is a YES? Just because their opinion matters more than the word of your own woman?  

Every individual on their behalf have to bring a change for possibly a woman cannot be judged on any of this since a man never is.

I Fatima Malik found this extremely important to share to spread awareness and spark a sense of realization among the masses.

Please share the word

My Odd Cascade

MY ODD CASCADE

My future is so blur,my present is so vague

Thriving for happiness

Striving for acceptance

A little girl at the corner of the street 

Struggling with all the norms 

Forsaking her charms

Compromising her soul 

No real feelings flow through her anymore

No assurance for her esteem,

No more fire within her core 

A broken scattered vase of her own.

A damning spark

Ah!long ago the seeds of uncertainty were sown

She would just loose herself in the mystics of her heart 

Odd cascade of emotions of her own 

She screams within

A never fulfilling vacant space.

Thorns are what she saw in the roses she grown

But maybe that's foolishness and theories of her own

Drained within her self.

She's not so colorful anymore.

I will relive, i will recreate

A new story of my own

Filling in my canvas of life with the colors I've known

I'll fall and I'll rise

BUT

Life is filled with welcomes and goodbyes

My future is so blur,my present is so vague

Thriving for happiness

Striving for acceptance

A little girl at the corner of the street 

Fatimah

6-Jan-17

Endless Stream of infinite love from the Divine

                        My Quest for Love

“IT IS ONLY IN THE RUINS THAT YOU FIND TREASURES, IT IS ONLY IN THE HEARTS OF THE BROKEN THAT YOU FIND GOD...”
 

• ·         How often do you sit to ponder over your conscience?
• ·         How often do you indulge yourself in the quest for a deeper intuitive understanding about yourself?
• ·         How often do you see a reflection of God in your heart?
• ·         Are you a shallow swimmer or did you ever think of diving in the deep currents of the river and forming the ocean?
• ·         Has your heart ever questioned the capacity of the container you carry within yourself to fill with the knowledge of God, you and your love for God?
• ·         Is HE just a God who created you or a God you long to see, to love to feel His presence in your heart?
• ·         Have you felt Him with you lately or are you just too drifted and deluded in the worldly affairs that you fail to recall “ Remember me and I will remember you” and how unlucky are we that we prefer being part of the memories of His creation and not the Creator Himself?
• ·         Have you dived into the ocean of love that the words unspoken reach out to Him?
• ·         Have you thought of mending your soul by mending your relation with God?
• ·         Have you stepped in the zone of Divine love where the language we know becomes obsolete?
• ·         Have you felt your heart and mind in a constant battle to form an accord and your words are only grasped through silence by your Lord?
• ·         Have you called upon Him with the same love and hope when you have no patience, little time and no light that you can see?
• ·         Have you fallen in Sujood after surfing the noble currents of your little walk of life?
• ·         Have you ever tried finding him in the hearts of His creation?
• ·         Have you loved His creation for the love of Allah?
• ·         Have you ever loved HIM?

Now ask yourself has he ever:

Loved you less?

Abandoned you?

Been any less forgiving?

Been any less merciful?

In everything you do, it is your heart that matters to Him. Close your eyes and open a third eye that sees the inner realm for yourself and the person ahead of you not the outer appearance matters if your heart is stoned. Learn to make peace with yourself in solitude, it is only then will you find your true self. Awaken your insight, your third eye. 

Real love begins when nothing is expected in return, no heaven no hell, it’s you and your                                                                      Lord.

Quest to find your Lord.

Struggle to find Him in your hearts and in the hearts of His creation, we are His reflection, every human is a bit of Him, His light, His love.

I’d like to conclude with these beautiful words:

It's easy to love a perfect God, unblemished and infallible that He is. What is far more difficult is to love fellow human beings with all their imperfections and defects. Remember one can only know what one is capable of loving. There is no wisdom without Love. Unless we learn to love God's creation, we can neither truly love nor can truly know God❤

- 40 Rules of Religious Love

Our way to success

The chirping birds,the mowing cattle
The rising sun,just then the stars settle

The imaam is up and its time for Fajar
When we say Bismillah,the skies pour down Ajar
Rushing to the mosque,spraying the atar
Come to the mosque,Salah is better than slumber

There is no time for the 40 winks
Cuz' that is when the devil kicks
"Sleep some more,Sleep some more,the way is long,the water is cold"

Oh man,Oh man! Do not be fooled
Ask Allah for His shade for Salah can only pave your way.

Laillaha IllAllah ♡

Bling

Click Click Scroll
That's how the youth rolls

Ignoring the house chores
Hashtagging the food bowls

Too bored to explore
Just dating by the shore

An aim,to cling?
Naah,that's not their bling.

Mother? I'm suppressed
Teacher? I'm depressed
Escaping the work,off the go.

Exams are near? Man,why to care
Thinking about the Akhirah and their very souls

Then the clock strucks 12
And suddenly you're 24
Sitting in a profession, according to the score.

Writing off the memories,into the delusional notes
Lessons of the time and hardwork were jotted as quotes

Life is too short,for us to waste
Then why not to act rather procrastinate?

Let us be the eagle in the Books of Iqbal
For in that is our victory, today and far

Click Click Scroll
That's how the youth rolls

The Shimmer got Dimmer

It was never just a piece of cloth
It is my belief,my vision,my thought.

The Hijaab I wore,was to please my Lord
To shatter the very trend of being a rack for all

He stared ,liked and followed what he saw
It was never love ,just a temporary awe

He praised and admired something so temporary
So delusional it was ,escaped in a hurry

The freckles veiled all that once was shimmer
The beauty he admired ,was now way too dimmer.

As the time eloped,thought came to trigger
He couldn't bear the woman ,now with a low figure.

Now she knew, he had gone for her beauty
Not the soul,traits and righteous duties.

Her looks were like a rent to exist
Down they go ,failed to persist.

Now I'll say,
Hijab taught me to embrace my skin
Going with the flow is a dead fish whim

A Muslimah is much more than a face
Hey!Hijab is for all,regardless of the race.

Dress to impress the Lord, and you shall succeed
Wear your Hijab,my sisters its the basic seed.

It was never just of piece of cloth
It is my belief ,my vision, my thought.