A PRY INTO HAPPINESS

Posted: April 26, 2014 in Uncategorized

A pry into happiness

Happiness is our most sort after goal and a thing we all wish to atleast have a glimpse of, at a point in time in our lives. It shows the reason why we always wish, as grown-ups to be returned to our childhood sometimes all in the quest to feel the air of that peaceful mind. Yet, most of us find it so hard to come by simply because we lack the knowledge of the origin of its true essence.
Verily, true happiness springs from believing in Allah. Believing firstly in His truism, His Oneness, His sovereignty and His might. Then, believing Him in the choices He makes for us in our affairs.
Often times, we are thrown into melancholy, depression, despondence and intense pain and fears on starring deeply into the eyes of the outcome of our life’s events, of our wishes which were short-lived or of our goals which though we had strived so hard but never reached, or that which we wished to be ours but never had a grasp of it. Yet, we are convinced that our affairs are in the hands of Allah, we forget that He (s.w.t), is aware of the end of our lives’ paths, the sand upon which our foot prints had not been made.
Sooner as we realize that He is the architect of our lives, the one that directs our ships on the heavily tided ocean of our lives and The most knowledgeable, The Wise, do our hearts sooth with an inexplicable light and peace, A tranquility beyond our reasoning and happiness that permeates through our veins. Hence, to adorn ourselves in the garment of happiness, we should first believe in Allah as our ilah and then peacefully trust Him and surrender to all His decrees in the events of our lives.

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FOR THOSE IN LOVE

Posted: March 24, 2014 in Uncategorized

FOR THOSE IN L♥VE
Comes nigh the morning sun with your eyes so bright.
Smiles upon smiles and you can’t say why.
Heart throbbing so loud, all sounds so right.
A toil through the day, yet you can’t say bye to the night.
‘Cos those rays of love has got your mind so alive.
To you and your beloved, you can’t explain why.
Through the dusk to another and all there is in your mind is their sight.
Oh love and the beloved! A connection so tight!!

If i may ask, oh you in love!
What is it that spells your beloved?
Is it that someone, whose thoughts you can’t dissolve?
You can’t even say why, yet u smile with wide curves?
Thoughts blossom in your heart and like they are your whole world?
A point apart, so near, yet so far. An equation you can’t solve?
Nay! You never thought of this of course.
How feign are the hopes you place on that someone?
When the traces of their weakness is glaring?
Is it for her beauty?
Soon would it be washed ashore by the tides of time.
Or for his sweet word?
Soon would it depart and leave behind not even the echo of a word.
Nay! Is this where all your love should lie
Till your end when your last sigh says bye?
Yet to your Lord, you never said Hi?
Oh lover of the beloved! Can’t you think twice?
Oh you in love!
What is it that spells your beloved?
Is it wealth and gathering of its likes?
The first morning breathe and your heart races fast to have it grasped?
And can go all the way to Mount Everest only to have a glimpse of its sight?
You care not how you get, neither how it is you spend it?
Yet you care not about the laws of your Lord?
Nay! How deceitful is all that you gather?
Soon is it to leave you or you to leave it.
Nay! Why then do you run fast to it and neglect its owner?

Oh you in love!!
What is it that spells you beloved?
Is it a hold on power?
You feel so in charge and no one dares ask why?
You trample on others and oppress without stress?
You sin against Allah and you don’t even fear?
Oh! Do you listen to the echoes of the past and those it has left in the pass?
Ask Fira’un. He is such an experienced dude.
Ask the graves of the tyrants.
Let the echoes of their painful end awaken your mind.
Verily, were they consumed by that which they flared.
How then would be your end if you turn away from Allah?

Oh you in love!
What is it that spells your beloved?
Is it your ego called self?
You care not about all laws but yours?
You follow what your heart desires even if the truth says otherwise?
You follow your desires while it drags you to fire?
You frown at Allah’s laws and from them you run.
Nay! Wake up! It’s such a pool of mirage.

Oh you in love!
What is it that spells your beloved?
Is it the Almighty Allah?
The Most High, The Sovereign, The One with all might?
He with the purest of names and beyond all fame?
How can i describe Him, when He is The “scribe”?
Oh Most merciful, how can i measure your mercy?
The only rope of hope you can hold and be bold!
Behold! He is Allah. Oh!
For the love you seek in that someone, He decides and could make it into a mirage
And you to say bye?
Or for the wealth you seek? Fleeting! Never were you the owner but Him.
Or for the power you posses?
Oh! How feeble you are. You can’t even create an ant or even fight not to sleep.
Or your own self, you are indeed nowhere to be found with a look at the universe.
What then should spell your beloved other than Him?
You refrain from His prohibition
And strive towards that which He loves.
A love never to be lost in the dust.
Verily, this is where all your love
Should lie and your love for others should only reflect that for Allah.

haROon™

VIA THE EYES OF LIFE’S TRAILS

Posted: October 31, 2013 in Uncategorized

VIA THE EYES OF LIFE’S TRAILS

Every morning I wake up, I look deeply into life and it’s make-up. But most of those of times, I feel carried away or feel that my eyes and heart are somewhat covered in the deep fog of uncertainties. Like I’m all stocked somewhere far away. Not until I began to tread its paths then i began to pull together its meanings, linking them part by part. Then i began to realize where they all lie and understood its realities from its lies.
I’ve come to see life as it is. Full of deception and sometimes, it’s like a dream. It takes its turn. Sometimes pleasant and other times otherwise. The contrast between dreams and life lies between accountability and time space. Where with life we are taken into account, a dream only comes and leaves behind its face. Dreams sway away swiftly in the arms of seconds while life takes it turn in journeying through the years. Yet, both ends up in an awakening much certain and filled with more realities. From Dreams to life and from life to death.
Life o life!!
A fleeing sphere made of hard curved balls of events rolling on bumped roads of certainties that are tied within uncertainties yet with an end filled with realities. Just as it’s been described by Allah, it is an enjoyment of delusion, a mirage soon to disappear. Oh! Where then are we going?

Again, I’ve come to see life as it is. People o people!! A network of minds, complex and hard to understand. Each node hardwired to another yet with a node sometimes more complex than a faction of its own network. Adhere to their plight and soon would they find faults in you and throw stones at you. Stand against them and you are to be stamped to the dust. They would shrink your accolades and drum you to conundrums. How then are we going to live when yet as complex as the network is, we stand as nodes completing its building blocks. People o people!! An endowed race, raised. Yet racing swiftly to its perdition on tracks marked with banana peels and hurdles of thorns pilled in this tracks by its own hands. Oh! Where then are going?

Yet again, I’ve come to see life as it is. The very ingredient of bond that glues the entities of humanity and harmonizes mankind has been torn down and has severely melted away. Love o love!! The rays of truism emanating from the depth of hearts and reflecting into other hearts to lighten up the dark sphere of life. A fountain of peace and mercy that unbelievably gushes forth from the hardest of hearts causing the red and white roses in its surrounding to blossom and leave behind a sight filled with beauty. The great feeling of affection and affectation that makes a hard heart passionate and a weak heart strong. Yet, this is now depleting and its essence is dwindling. Smiles that where meant to be the only curve that put things straight are now meant for ills and behind them are daggers of hatred and deceit. I’ve since seen love as a priceless precious gem owned by a person but buried in the hearts of other persons. But it appears either that they are sometimes not really buried in those hearts but left floating loosely on the tip of the tongue or the owners have got them buried in their own hearts and have become egocentric. The supposed selflessness has become selfishness. Oh! Where then are we going?

Now, I have come to understand life as it really should be. Life is but a mirage. Enjoy the fantasy of marvelling at its make up from afar but never be caught in its snare to run after it. Turn to Allah. There lies the true spring of life. People o people!! They are meant to be who they are, People. Please them or otherwise, the result is the same, Scorn. But please The Most High and they would all fall to your feet. Love o love! A golden chariot speeding towards two paths, one path flourished with rose beds to an ultimate end and the other, towards a steep cliff. The former, rolls towards Allah while the later leads to other than Him. The essence of life and its true happiness lies nowhere else except in turning to Allah. TURN TO HIM NOW!!

haROonTM
http://www.harun4is.wordpress.com

The cry of a submitter

Born into the world with my subtle tears,
To face this life, so weird & fierce.
Oh! A life long journey to travel in my years.
From a toddler till i began to hear with my ears.
What’s my purpose in life & my propelling gears?
This on my mind & i nursed in pairs,
Till the book of light showed me this true verse.
Created no man & no jinn but to worship He that hears.
My Allah!! The All-Hearer & He cares.
I took this reality and threw away all my fears.
Living my life for this, even in my wears.
This is me, A submitter.
Submitting to the will of Allah, The All-Hearer, He hears.

With this real name,
Yet my tears untamed.
Living at a time with minds so lame.
Trying to tread this straight path of my aim.
But all i see are obstacles trying to pull me away with swaying feign.
Oh! They are so filled with acts of shame.
Never relenting, they even throw at me their evil chains.
To pull me away from my only aim.
Oh Allah! Save me!! Don’t wanna meet You in shame.
I only want to please You, not to live in vein.
Am a submitter,
Submitting to the will of my Allah, The Bearer of fame.

Yet, my tears still rolling down my cheek.
Oh! How would i make it to my life’s peak?
Looking at my path, the chains & my end is so bleak.
Awake every morning to see fitnah at every eye blink.
A walk on the streets & nudity all around makes me sick!!
Lowering my gaze, fighting to keep alive,the light of my imaan’s wick.
Fleeing from the calls of shaitan, even his whispers & squeaks.
Yet, to the world, i’m a thing to be kicked.
Kicked far away & not to be seeked.
Right to the left, throwing at me their sharp beaks.
Trampling upon me wishing that i should never be picked.
Call me several odd names, just to make me weak.
Yet, no one cares to hear me speak.
At least to give me a chance for a NIKEy tick(√).
What’s my sin peeps?
Only that i’m a submitter,& to my deen i stick.
Like i’m a stranger & grasping a burning coal to burn me & leave behind its streaks.
Even my sisters too. Oh! Can’t hold these tears off my cheek.
Cladded in her gament of piety & beauty & they scorn at her with an erk.
Chanting fake freedom for her, while she never asked for it or have it seeked.
They hate to see her pure, and to her tender heart they make needle pricks.
Whats her sin peeps?
Like me, she is a submitter,
Submitting to the will of Allah, The Most High beyond all peaks.

This is now my glad tiding.
Tearing no more, less for my wrong doings.
Sticking to this right path & i ain’t derailing.
Bring ’em on obstacles!! Am gonna wrestle you till you go drowning.
My aim is jannah! I’m gonna keeping aiming.
‘Cos am a submitter, plead not to die, unless with my name.
I only submit to my Allah, Who granted us this deen as a blessing.

haROon™
http://www.harun4is.wordpress.com

Aside  —  Posted: September 29, 2013 in Uncategorized

The cry of a submitter

Born into the world with my subtle tears,
To face this life, so weird & fierce.
Oh! A life long journey to travel in my years.
From a toddler till i began to hear with my ears.
What’s my purpose in life & my propelling gears?
This on my mind & i nursed in pairs,
Till the book of light showed me this true verse.
Created no man & no jinn but to worship He that hears.
My Allah!! The All-Hearer & He cares.
I took this reality and threw away all my fears.
Living my life for this, even in my wears.
This is me, A submitter.
Submitting to the will of Allah, The All-Hearer, He hears.

With this real name,
Yet my tears untamed.
Living at a time with minds so lame.
Trying to tread this straight path of my aim.
But all i see are obstacles trying to pull me away with swaying feign.
Oh! They are so filled with acts of shame.
Never relenting, they even throw at me their evil chains.
To pull me away from my only aim.
Oh Allah! Save me!! Don’t wanna meet You in shame.
I only want to please You, not to live in vein.
Am a submitter,
Submitting to the will of my Allah, The Bearer of fame.

Yet, my tears still rolling down my cheek.
Oh! How would i make it to my life’s peak?
Looking at my path, the chains & my end is so bleak.
Awake every morning to see fitnah at every eye blink.
A walk on the streets & nudity all around makes me sick!!
Lowering my gaze, fighting to keep alive,the light of my imaan’s wick.
Fleeing from the calls of shaitan, even his whispers & squeaks.
Yet, to the world, i’m a thing to be kicked.
Kicked far away & not to be seeked.
Right to the left, throwing at me their sharp beaks.
Trampling upon me wishing that i should never be picked.
Call me several odd names, just to make me weak.
Yet, no one cares to hear me speak.
At least to give me a chance for a NIKEy tick(√).
What’s my sin peeps?
Only that i’m a submitter,& to my deen i stick.
Like i’m a stranger & grasping a burning coal to burn me & leave behind its streaks.
Even my sisters too. Oh! Can’t hold these tears off my cheek.
Cladded in her gament of piety & beauty & they scorn at her with an erk.
Chanting fake freedom for her, while she never asked for it or have it seeked.
They hate to see her pure, and to her tender heart they make needle pricks.
Whats her sin peeps?
Like me, she is a submitter,
Submitting to the will of Allah, The Most High beyond all peaks.

This is now my glad tiding.
Tearing no more, less for my wrong doings.
Sticking to this right path & i ain’t derailing.
Bring ’em on obstacles!! Am gonna wrestle you till you go drowning.
My aim is jannah! I’m gonna keeping aiming.
‘Cos am a submitter, plead not to die, unless with my name.
I only submit to my Allah, Who granted us this deen as a blessing.

haROon™
http://www.harun4is.wordpress.com

Aside  —  Posted: September 29, 2013 in Uncategorized

~~♥THE PEACE, NOT THE FAKE CHEESE♥~~.

THE PEACE, NOT THE FAKE CHEESE.

Like dreams, dreamt in illusion.
Like sight, spelt without vision.
Like drowning in the wild tides of an ocean.
And like gasping for an air while in constriction.
Ya Allah! What a life!! Can’t figure out the definition.

Oh! Fleeing like flies
For all is like lies.
Neck tied with its huge tie
Hanging the head while its stupor comes nigh.
Ya Allah! What a life!! Can’t ask why.

Just a second& another, and it all fades away.
A strive for a life time only to be thrown away.
Oh! This is mine & that is mine and with time to pull it away.
Ya Allah! What a life!! Can’t live it this way.

What a fleeting phase,
Don’t wanna play its Ace.
Counting my own pace.
Before i wear my death lace.
And to be put in my earth’s space.
Ya Allah! What a life!! Can’t, but rest with You my case.

Like those chosen slaves of His,
Grasped peace & left this life’s fake cheese.
Divorced the world for fears of this evil cheese.
Looked deeply & saw what it actually is.
A mirage!! Oh with eyes ceased.
Saw the life as a fierce ocean with no ease.
And to sail through, they grabbed righteous deeds as their ship’s keys.
Ya Allah! Unto You I turn!! Grant me jannah & peace.
Amin!!

haROon™

Aside  —  Posted: July 18, 2013 in Uncategorized