“A heart at rest reciprocally beautifies the recitation of Qurʼān.”
Photo Credit: Muhammed Muheisen
It’s a two way experience. When the heart is at rest, spiritually speaking, it beautifies the recitation of the Noble Qurʼān. Such that the recitation becomes very harmonious when recited. The tune, the pace, the pauses, the breath etc. Everything is working together as one. Now reciprocally speaking, if you attempt at beautifying the recitation of the Qurʼān it tends the heart of a person towards calmness, making it come to rest. A divine consequence of the Qurʼān.
Earlier this morning, I awoke to my brothers recitation of this verse:
“Exalted is He who took His servant by night from al-Masjid al-Haram to al-Masjid al-Aqsa, whose surroundings We have blessed, to show him of Our signs. Indeed, He is the all-Hearing, the all-Seeing.“
― al-Qurʼān al-Karīm [17:1]
Its recitation and meaning like the journey, was very magical. Very beautiful to hear.
I wondered. It is a captivating verse to look at from many different angles. How one would imagine how it was revealed to the Prophet (sa) by Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala at that moment. How then it was heard by the companions (who had no doubt that he indeed went on this miraculous journey) but were ridiculed by those who did not believe what they have just heard. Thus denying concept of ‘Kun Fayakūn’ ultimately. And in the end how we, centuries later, those who claim to believe in Allah and the Prophet (sa) would hear it, how we would understand it.
Deluded are those who rage, the red light will always hit you.”
I was driving this morning when all of a sudden I looked behind me to see what was happening. There was a lady who was making a lane change towards ours. Obviously she was obstructing the way, but just a bit. Now there was a person behind her in the other lane honking, who then took off zoomingly like a coward! With his finger up out his window, he yelled and swore at her. In the end alluding to nothing, no gain, because to his surprise he ran straight into the red traffic light!
That was it? That was all? Couldn’t you have waited for 5-10 sec for her to make a proper lane change?
It’s a bit late, but I really wanted to share this.
We sometime come home very late and tired, either from work or school. But nothing completes the day and nothing fills the heart of a man other than by the voice of the very woman who gave him birth saying, “Don’t forget to drink milk before you go to sleep”. Even at this age. It is a ni3ma over a ni3ma, you are indeed blessed. No doubt. May Allah truly give our mothers well-being and may He have mercy upon them, ameen.
I remember at the Rihla after taraweh when we met with Shaykh Hamza Yusuf. We were heading out to our soccer game at a field close by, at around 1am just before suhoor. So we gathered at the hotel lobby, and were ready in our sports attire. He came by and said to a friend beside me, “I hope you did not go to the masjid like that (for taraweh)!”. He was wearing a t-shirt. I quickly replied, “No, no we are going for soccer”. He nodded and left. We sighed.
SubhnaAllah. I was speechless. I was shy and of course afraid of uttering even more than what I could. But the conviction he had about dress code and that of respect for the House of Allah really represented his high caliber of faith. His determination. His love. Him being so real about it. The fact that we belong to the ummah of the beloved Prophet (sa) and to the honoured religion of Allah (sw), why shouldn’t we dress properly? Why not?
One Friday during Jummuah, he sat beside me for the entirety of the khutbah. I did not budge or looked in his direction for fear of disturbing him or even being a nuisance. Even though I knew, he would not mind it at all. But I realized the beautiful thobe he was wearing, and the amamah along with it. Really, it was beautiful! Clothes especially reserved for yawmul-jummuah! May Allah preserve him and the likes like him, ameen.
Freedom. It’s all about perception. You don’t need to run away to a beautiful place, and jump on a horse and never return! Find that escape deep down within your ‘self’.
Your God-given right (freedom) can be sought by responding properly to the Qadr of Allah, according to Quran and Sunnah. You will cultivate, and create a blissful garden in you. A place to run to. A place to rest at.
People seek freedom to escape from the problems of this world because they don’t know how to respond to destiny.
[It's been a long long time I haven't blogged anything yet. But inshaAllah, I am back! I was in Konya, Turkey for this year's Rihla (which I will share my exp. in the upcoming blog post inshaAllah!) and now just ended Ramadhan.]
Yesterday was our last day of Ramadhan. Our Imam at our local masjid recited the following in the first rakaa of maghrib prayer:
“Fasting is prescribed to you as it was prescribed to those before you, that you may attain piety and righteousness.” -[2:183]
In the second rakaa, he recited Suratul-Qadr .
Ramadhan was summarized, and time wise, it was like those 2 rakaa. A month gone by just like that. We ended Ramadhan with those beautiful verses, verses that made our hearts yearn for the next blessed month to pass by again. Mixed feelings, mixed emotions. But in the end where to?
Let your moments of silence, your moments of khidma, your moments of Quran, your moments of Qiyam, and your moments of hopeful tears lead you to a stable life as a better Muslim.
So I leave you with a smile and many duas :) EID MUBARAK to you and your family! May Allah accept it from you and I! Taqaballahu minna wa minkum. Ameen. And until you hit training grounds again in Ramadhan, know that life is not easy. Learn and grow.
I met a brother at our local mosque the other day. He is one of those special brothers who helps out during iftaar/taraweh and suhoor. Always there and ready to run around with a big lovely smile. That day when I met him we exchanged greetings, smiles, and names. Brother Yousuf was unlike anyone I met. I did not show up to taraweh yesterday, and already when I met him today he smiled and questioned my absence yesterday. It was a moment I could not take in. I froze.
I met this brother just like you would meet a random brother on Jummuah, you offer salaam and nothing more than casual greetings “Hey, how are you doing?”. A min or 2, or even less.
The fact that he was so aware, so God-conscious made me reflect upon some of our own state, subhanAllah. “I did not see you yesterday”, he said.
I posted a status two days ago on Facebook about remembering people’s name:
But Allah, some people like him are just so amazing. So real! They will remember your name, but on top of that they will show concern about your state, about your well-being. People of khidma.
A mother is someone who we naturally cry to in times of agony and pain, especially during a hardship or a severe sickness. And whether tears starts falling or not at the moment, our complaining is enough for our hearts to melt at her instantaneous reaction. One of worry, concern, and motherly care. She is troubled, distressed, and almost on the edge just like you.
We end up crying for her.
Their likeness to us is like the likeness of one soul, but two hearts. Distant, but never apart. Felt, but never understood by us.
May Allah bless them and give them ease! May we LEARN to appreciate our mothers love and to PRESENT it in a manner most befitting and most appropriate. Ameen, thumma ameen. What we can give back, really.