So when the storm of Fitnah ascends,

Do not allow it to consume you with it's strength.
Shelter your heart,
And take a moment to step back;
To react is too easy,
But to remain silent whilst the devil whispers otherwise
That is true strength.





Each of us has beauty unique to ourselves,
Something that defines our own gracious ways.
Whether it be the nature of our soul,
Or the perfection of our physique,
Allah granted us all,
Beauty seen by those who know.





Offer a hand before you push another down,
It may be through your actions,
Hope is restored in a fragmented heart.
Be kind,
Knowing that it illuminates your heart,
And the hearts of others too.





The thoughts of people dictate our actions
Where our personal happiness become a source of sorrow.
Pleasing others in the hope we escape scrutiny,
Yet if more time was spent pleasing Allah,
We would come to find,
His beautiful Promise;
Secure His love, and the love of the people comes to be.







Did the devil deceive us,
Have we been fooled by our hearts?
Which path to take,
Remains so unclear.
One can only hope and pray,
Falling in prostration.
"Ya Rabb don't leave me,
I'm lost again,
So I seek your Help."
There we stand,
At the crossroads that lie before us,
Knowing, the next step will tell.





Foolish is the one who thinks life is without choice,
What we choose,
He knows,
But He has allowed us that choice.
We are able to form our destiny,
Change it with prayer,
And be granted the fulfilment of our hearts desire.
So how to get there?
Seek Him Alone.




To be a stranger amongst the most familiar,
Truly pains the heart and soul.
To be known, but so unknown
Deeply hurts the searching soul.
To be close, yet so far,
Well,
That breaks the heart into a million tiny pieces.

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