When there is a
violent storm and the seas are turbulent, the occupants of the boat call out, ‘O
Allah!’
When disaster or
calamity occurs, the afflicted call out ‘O Allah!’
How humbled is a
slave who calls out to his Lord with humility,
Humbling himself
to the Creator of the universe,
‘Surely...’ he
says, ‘with every hardship comes ease.’
When the calamity
befalls, how patient he is,
Knowing that every
night brings a new morning.
The past has gone
by, like the speed of light,
The blink of an
eye.
How the believer
knows that he cannot return the sun to its rising,
Nor return tears
to the eye.
So he forgets the
past and the future,
Working on his
present life.
Occupied in the
delight of worshipping
Kneeling down,
praying.
Organizing his
hours in the day, to make years out of minutes,
Months out of
seconds.
Not worrying what
the future holds,
Do you think it’s
wise to pick fruits before they become ripe?
Or cross the
bridge of the future, before you even get there?
Leave tomorrow
until it comes.
Today he lives in,
Giving charity to
seek Allahs pleasure,
Like a perfume
that benefits the user, seller and buyer.
Help others and
you will achieve the happiness you desire,
To be happy in pleasing
your Lord.
Reward after
reward.
Paving your way to
the highest stations of Jannah,
Wherein you will
dwell with all the delights and bounties,
You sought in this
world for the next,
And with the Mercy
and company of Ar-Rahmaan,
You will dwell
forever in peace and tranquility.
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