بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
In the Name of Allah, The Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu...
The reflection of life is nearly always opposite to what we have thought. Every side of it opposite to the other. The life is temporary, yet it seems to be long. It is short, yet it seems to be difficult. I wonder if we had power over our density, we would have filled our lives with happiness and deprived others of ,most probably, even their life. But the beauty of life is having no other option , you must not know, the magic of life is that we do not know what/who we will meet next? Sometimes we wish that somehow we know our destiny, to try and know what has been written for us? what will we achieve? How will we make our choices? But it is a clear possibility that if we know what's written for us, if we know our density , we wouldn't want to live. We wouldn't want to live more even for a moment. There would be no suspense. The mirage of life is in its *destiny*, its magic is that there is nothing in our hands. I wonder! Can we get a death like life by passing a life like death? Or is this just one of the many other unaccomplished wishes.Do you know O people!
what is sadness? what is sorrow? It is that which when comes on day, the day becomes night.
And do you know what is patience? to pick thorns with the lashes of our eyes and still smile. It is my belief that those who are pateint can see Allah. And those who can see Allah, how can their eyes wander anywhere else?
And what are our sorrows? What are we sad upon? Our problems? He scolded me! She beguiled me! He insulted me! My opinion is not valued! These mere issues! And we say we are patient! Do we think that the Jannah is this cheap? We will be able to get Jannah owing to these sorrows?
NO! having patience of a sea on the sorrows as big as mountains makes one truly deserve it!
How did this misconception make place in your mind that you will get Jannah only by asking for it and you won't have to do any AMAL-E-SALEH. You won't have to pass any trials or tribulations? you won't have to show patience on these trials ! And you will get Jannah? Even in this temporary world, you have to work hard even to get the cheapest of things and you think you will get into Jannah this easily ?
No! My brothers and sisters in deen, You will have to work for it! you will have to work HARD for it!
YOU WILL HAVE TO BUY THE JANNAH. And do you know what is the cost? The cost is nothing but YOU! YOU are the cost. And once you have paid the cost! Jannah will CALL YOU itself!
NOW do you agree ? Are you ready to pay its price? Then come, Let us know what sorrow really means! Let us go through the deals some pious souls made for jannah. But there is a condition! You have to feel it! You have to imagine that you are the one suffering! Because there are thorns ( difficulties ) ,not a few, but many in the Path of Jannah. And you have to pick these thorns with the lashes of your eyes.
Imagine the happiness, when after picking the thorns, you would get to the roses! Imagine How beautiful would it be to achieve THE FINAL DESTINATION.
Hopefully IN SHA ALLAH , we will be among those who will get the Jannah Ameen.
From the Bilal (RA) in the era of the Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم to each and every Bilah of this era, from Sumaiya RA to Aasia RA , and from the jails of Arab to the Jails of India, Faith Makes Its Place in the Heart! And when it does, then no Fir'on (Pharaoh) can stand it.
Yes, Come Let us suffer their pains , Let us see their sorrows.
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And now my imagination takes me to Makkah, A tall massive body, a rope around the neck, and the rope is held by mere childs, playing and making fun and dragging something. The thing being dragged like a stem of a date tree. Only when I hear *Ahad, Ahad* then i realize, its not a stem. Its a breathing mass, Its Hazrat Bilal RA. And suddenly, I watch myself converted into Bilal RA. And the pain starts
Sharp stones, hot burning sand slides against my back as i am being dragged, the rope strangling me around my neck. Pointy sharp rocks constantly peeling off my skin, the feeling of warm blood flowing. And now the only thing the atmosphere hears is *Ah, Ah * Every try i make to say *Ahad* is being converted into a mere *Ah* , I look to Bilal RA for help. Eyes stunned, Mind blank, tongue still , i see him. Being dragged but there is not a second he misses to say *Ahad*
My body cries in pain. I feel like any moment my body would crack and its pieces would scatter far away.
The pain inside me has reached its peak, But the condition of Bilal RA is as if he is doing some routine work! He has his Allah with him.
And in my imagination, i go through the sufferings of all pious souls. I don't want to write the names, you wouldn't remember them anyways. Some moments are like centuries, yes it seems as if you have lived centuries in that moment. A long journey.. A journey from earth to the Jannah and yes... it is tiring.
This journey has tired me! I see nothing, I hear nothing, I feel nothing BUT pain!
They are hammering nails in my legs, i see my skin burned with cigarette again and again, and then the scene changes, i am standing on a mountain of snow protecting my nation and my Feet .. they are snow too.. as i bend to touch them, i scream in agony, there is a hole in my back, they have probably drilled my back!
I scream and scream and screamm ... But then i realize dead people don't scream.
My fingers are being cut off one by one, separated from my hands and i faint. Now i am gaining consciousness again. I see a sharp pointy object coming towards me. I can't remember what it's called. Something with a K. Now it is infornt of my eyes. A sharp pain shoots in my eyes. I can't see. My eyes are gone.
Oh! I remember it is a knife. They have stabbed me in the eyes with a knife. But i still don't remember my mistake, my crime? Where did I go wrong? Why am i being treated like this? Oh! I am a Muslim.
And now i see some people with faces full of noor. I have no eyes yet i see them. Maybe these are the angels of death. Maybe this is Malak-ul-moat.
I jerk. I am alive. I didn't scream, i didn't die or maybe i did. but i am alive. Breathing.
And i flip to another scene. Now i am in a vast plain. I look around and see a naked woman. I look away but I am forced to look again. I look again and i see what i cannot describe. The woman is wearing nothing at all. Lying on the hot desert floor, but she doesn't seem as if she is helpless. Her two legs tied with two ropes each tied to a separate camel facing away from each other.
Wait.! I know who this woman is. She is the wife of Yasir RA, she is the mother of Ammar RA. She is Sumaiya RA.
Ye zameen jin pe saari tang ho gayi The earth narrowed itself on those
jin ki fir'on walon se jang ho gayi They were in a war with fir'on
jin ko koi jhuka na saka Nobody could make them bend
unko jannat ke rastay chala Make them walk on the path to Jannah
Ae Khuda O Allah!
I feel like only due to this mental pain, this mental suffering , I would go mad. I would loose consciousness. I would loose my senses. I won't remember who I am, where I am. I wonder if i am still alive.
But I am amazed that i still remember the burning sand, i still remember being dragged in the desert, i still remember being made to lie on the burning coals, i still remember my back melting and extinguishing the coals with my blood. But they never completely were extinguished. Now they are burning in Burma, Now they are burning in syria.
And Now not only the back ,but the whole body has melted, burned, turned into nothing but ashes flying, scattering in different directions.
But I am still alive. Yes Alive.
Again my mind takes me to an unknown place. I can barely visualize anything. probably there are animals. Yes animals in cages. The animals are moving, they start to stand up. But how can the animals stand up? maybe i have lost my senses.
Animals? no? maybe they are humans. With cuffs in hands and chain in feet, they are ... praying. But i can't understand how.. But they are, or atleast trying to pray.
And still in a state of shock, my eyes wander to my feet;Chained? My hands ;Cuffed?
Before i try to think Why? Someone hits my me and my head strikes the floor. I can taste blood. And he keeps hitting and hitting where ever he can.
My eyes wander toward the cages again, to the animals like humans or maybe the humans like animals!
I keep screaming, I keep asking for help but nothing happens.
I see a chained person trying to read Quran. And then i see a dog has entered his cage. I try to reach him, i try to warn him but someone gets hold of my hair and pushes me to the floor.
He will die...
I scream. I look to other cages for help. But once again, my eyes stuck, my mind goes blank and my tongue still, unable to scream, unable to breathe. I see a person. He has his hand cuffed to his feet. With his back on the floor, he can't even move.
Pain is everywhere. But It doesn't stop them. I think everything will melt away, melt into nothingness, but they keep as strong as a mountain and spit on the faces of the fir'ons.
I feel like there is blood flowing from my eyes, from my heart. But then I hear a voice in my head.
No! Do not feel pity for those who made a deal with Allah. They made a deal of life for Jannah. These are the lucky people , the Jannah itself will call.
And my lips begin to tremble, and i feel like the whole universe is praying with me
Aey Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم ke Rab O Lord of Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم
Momino ke Ilaah O Lord of Momineen
Un ko jannat ke rastay chala Make them walk on the path of Jannah
ay khuda O Allah
haan unko jannat ke rastay chala Please, Make them walk towards Jannah
These are the people who pick the thorns so that they may not hurt others, do you think Jannah will not be waiting for them?
These are the people who are stabbed by the words of their own family, yet they keep looking to Allah. Do you think Allah will not look at them?
People who are in complete solitude, suffering from the oppression of the cruel leader, Can you think with how much intensity the Jannah will call them with?
The smell of Jannah followed Anas bin Nadhr RA to the earth! Do you think Hazrat Anas RA will be forgotten?
Do you think Allah will forget the count of the hot iron bars cutting the flesh of those who went in his path?
Do you think Allah will let those fall who died for the rise of Islam?
Do you think that with a bleeding wound and a sad heart, when from the lips there will be "Allah" instead of "ah" , Allah will ignore it?
When the own family, the own country will not accept those who sacrificed their life in the Raah of Allah, Do you think they will be left alone?
Do you think they will regret choosing that path?
Do you think Allah will make those regret who are nearest to Him?
And when you close the eyes of those who have sacrificed their life in the way of Allah, and you see a smile on thier face, do you not think they would have had a meeting with their Creator already?
I wiped the tears from my face,and i tried to catch the vastness of the sky in my eyes. But i couldn't , Jannah is bigger, vaster then this. There was only one question on my mind then,
Hopefully IN SHA ALLAH , we will be among those who will get the Jannah Ameen.
From the Bilal (RA) in the era of the Prophet صلى الله عليه وسلم to each and every Bilah of this era, from Sumaiya RA to Aasia RA , and from the jails of Arab to the Jails of India, Faith Makes Its Place in the Heart! And when it does, then no Fir'on (Pharaoh) can stand it.
Yes, Come Let us suffer their pains , Let us see their sorrows.
****
And now my imagination takes me to Makkah, A tall massive body, a rope around the neck, and the rope is held by mere childs, playing and making fun and dragging something. The thing being dragged like a stem of a date tree. Only when I hear *Ahad, Ahad* then i realize, its not a stem. Its a breathing mass, Its Hazrat Bilal RA. And suddenly, I watch myself converted into Bilal RA. And the pain starts
Sharp stones, hot burning sand slides against my back as i am being dragged, the rope strangling me around my neck. Pointy sharp rocks constantly peeling off my skin, the feeling of warm blood flowing. And now the only thing the atmosphere hears is *Ah, Ah * Every try i make to say *Ahad* is being converted into a mere *Ah* , I look to Bilal RA for help. Eyes stunned, Mind blank, tongue still , i see him. Being dragged but there is not a second he misses to say *Ahad*
My body cries in pain. I feel like any moment my body would crack and its pieces would scatter far away.
*O Bilal RA ! How do you have so much patience? How do you gather so much courage? ? *But he doesn't hear me. He Just keeps repeating Ahad. And them i remember
Jab rab nazar ata hai , tab kuch nazar ni ataAnd then I scream *AHAD ,Ah , Ahad ... *
When you are seeing Allah, there is nothing else you can see.
The pain inside me has reached its peak, But the condition of Bilal RA is as if he is doing some routine work! He has his Allah with him.
And in my imagination, i go through the sufferings of all pious souls. I don't want to write the names, you wouldn't remember them anyways. Some moments are like centuries, yes it seems as if you have lived centuries in that moment. A long journey.. A journey from earth to the Jannah and yes... it is tiring.
This journey has tired me! I see nothing, I hear nothing, I feel nothing BUT pain!
They are hammering nails in my legs, i see my skin burned with cigarette again and again, and then the scene changes, i am standing on a mountain of snow protecting my nation and my Feet .. they are snow too.. as i bend to touch them, i scream in agony, there is a hole in my back, they have probably drilled my back!
I scream and scream and screamm ... But then i realize dead people don't scream.
My fingers are being cut off one by one, separated from my hands and i faint. Now i am gaining consciousness again. I see a sharp pointy object coming towards me. I can't remember what it's called. Something with a K. Now it is infornt of my eyes. A sharp pain shoots in my eyes. I can't see. My eyes are gone.
Oh! I remember it is a knife. They have stabbed me in the eyes with a knife. But i still don't remember my mistake, my crime? Where did I go wrong? Why am i being treated like this? Oh! I am a Muslim.
And now i see some people with faces full of noor. I have no eyes yet i see them. Maybe these are the angels of death. Maybe this is Malak-ul-moat.
I jerk. I am alive. I didn't scream, i didn't die or maybe i did. but i am alive. Breathing.
And i flip to another scene. Now i am in a vast plain. I look around and see a naked woman. I look away but I am forced to look again. I look again and i see what i cannot describe. The woman is wearing nothing at all. Lying on the hot desert floor, but she doesn't seem as if she is helpless. Her two legs tied with two ropes each tied to a separate camel facing away from each other.
Wait.! I know who this woman is. She is the wife of Yasir RA, she is the mother of Ammar RA. She is Sumaiya RA.
*Make the camels run in the opposite direction!*I spin to look at the source from which the voice came. And i see him. I see Abu Jahal , laughing heinously and his spear has already landed between the legs of the woman. The camels start to walk.And Now i am in the place of Sumaiya RA. My legs are tied to the camels instead of hers. I look around and I see Sumaiya RA being divided into two pieces. I start to scream. I feel as if my screams would make the sky fall. My body is tearing apart. And the only thing i do is scream!
O Sumaiya RA ! Please guide me! how do you keep patient!But Sumaiya RA , with a serene smile , on her face is already on her way to Jannah, already on her way to meet her Allah.
Ye zameen jin pe saari tang ho gayi The earth narrowed itself on those
jin ki fir'on walon se jang ho gayi They were in a war with fir'on
jin ko koi jhuka na saka Nobody could make them bend
unko jannat ke rastay chala Make them walk on the path to Jannah
Ae Khuda O Allah!
I feel like only due to this mental pain, this mental suffering , I would go mad. I would loose consciousness. I would loose my senses. I won't remember who I am, where I am. I wonder if i am still alive.
But I am amazed that i still remember the burning sand, i still remember being dragged in the desert, i still remember being made to lie on the burning coals, i still remember my back melting and extinguishing the coals with my blood. But they never completely were extinguished. Now they are burning in Burma, Now they are burning in syria.
And Now not only the back ,but the whole body has melted, burned, turned into nothing but ashes flying, scattering in different directions.
But I am still alive. Yes Alive.
Again my mind takes me to an unknown place. I can barely visualize anything. probably there are animals. Yes animals in cages. The animals are moving, they start to stand up. But how can the animals stand up? maybe i have lost my senses.
Animals? no? maybe they are humans. With cuffs in hands and chain in feet, they are ... praying. But i can't understand how.. But they are, or atleast trying to pray.
And still in a state of shock, my eyes wander to my feet;Chained? My hands ;Cuffed?
Before i try to think Why? Someone hits my me and my head strikes the floor. I can taste blood. And he keeps hitting and hitting where ever he can.
My eyes wander toward the cages again, to the animals like humans or maybe the humans like animals!
I keep screaming, I keep asking for help but nothing happens.
I see a chained person trying to read Quran. And then i see a dog has entered his cage. I try to reach him, i try to warn him but someone gets hold of my hair and pushes me to the floor.
He will die...
I scream. I look to other cages for help. But once again, my eyes stuck, my mind goes blank and my tongue still, unable to scream, unable to breathe. I see a person. He has his hand cuffed to his feet. With his back on the floor, he can't even move.
Pain is everywhere. But It doesn't stop them. I think everything will melt away, melt into nothingness, but they keep as strong as a mountain and spit on the faces of the fir'ons.
I feel like there is blood flowing from my eyes, from my heart. But then I hear a voice in my head.
No! Do not feel pity for those who made a deal with Allah. They made a deal of life for Jannah. These are the lucky people , the Jannah itself will call.
And my lips begin to tremble, and i feel like the whole universe is praying with me
Aey Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم ke Rab O Lord of Muhammad صلى الله عليه وسلم
Momino ke Ilaah O Lord of Momineen
Un ko jannat ke rastay chala Make them walk on the path of Jannah
ay khuda O Allah
haan unko jannat ke rastay chala Please, Make them walk towards Jannah
These are the people who pick the thorns so that they may not hurt others, do you think Jannah will not be waiting for them?
These are the people who are stabbed by the words of their own family, yet they keep looking to Allah. Do you think Allah will not look at them?
People who are in complete solitude, suffering from the oppression of the cruel leader, Can you think with how much intensity the Jannah will call them with?
The smell of Jannah followed Anas bin Nadhr RA to the earth! Do you think Hazrat Anas RA will be forgotten?
Do you think Allah will forget the count of the hot iron bars cutting the flesh of those who went in his path?
Do you think Allah will let those fall who died for the rise of Islam?
Do you think that with a bleeding wound and a sad heart, when from the lips there will be "Allah" instead of "ah" , Allah will ignore it?
When the own family, the own country will not accept those who sacrificed their life in the Raah of Allah, Do you think they will be left alone?
Do you think they will regret choosing that path?
Do you think Allah will make those regret who are nearest to Him?
An unknown grave in an unknown area, DO NOT ever feel pity for them, for it seems like an insult.We, inhabitants of earth feel pity for the inhabitants of Jannah?
And when you close the eyes of those who have sacrificed their life in the way of Allah, and you see a smile on thier face, do you not think they would have had a meeting with their Creator already?
I wiped the tears from my face,and i tried to catch the vastness of the sky in my eyes. But i couldn't , Jannah is bigger, vaster then this. There was only one question on my mind then,
how will we get Jannah for such ordinary sorrows as ours?
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