dilek
OntheWayOf ALLAH
Assalam Alaykum Wa Rahmatullah Wa Barakatuh
This is written for my dear sister AllahisWithMe I hope she likes it...
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
“ ‘Mama, are you still sleeping?’ Do I have to start my day always with these words…” was the first thing that Shazia thought whenever she woke up. Each day was the same, or worse than the day before. Shazia was sleeping early, and getting up early but there wasn’t any dream in her sleeps. Where had gone the dreams, weren’t they the friend of her? She took her name from dreams, because she was the dream of her mother. When her mother saw Shazia for the first time in her arms, she said “Ya my beautiful you are my dream, my Shazia.”
While preparing breakfast Shazia was thinking how her family became like that, what was the breaking point? She couldn’t find any answer, everything got worse slowly, and stealthily… no one realized that they were being far from each other… Her mother was always so beautiful; she was singing while combing her hair, always smiling when she looked at Shazia. Her mind was still so fresh about the day that her mother taught her how to read Quran. She was saying “Look my dear; this is س , soft like you. This is ص strong sound like your brother and father.” What about her family now? They couldn’t be a ص but they turned into a ْ sukoun, so silent and swallowed by the life. When her mother gave up speaking, when she turned into a walking corpse nobody could remember.
“Yeah, everything is ready! Mama are you still sleeping?” she said her fixed sentenced with a pain in her throat. She was about to cry again… Why me! Why my parents! Why my family! No answer… Or there was an answer but she wasn’t ready to hear it. Her mother entered the kitchen without a salam or even a word. She took her seat, and only ate whatever she had in front of her. No speech, no smile, even no look… Shazia watched her mother while she was eating. How she missed her, there wasn’t any word or any language to describe it. She felt something coming from her heart; it was a hard pain, an unbearable suffer… She felt the burning in her throat again…Ah tears… why they were coming too easy. She had to do something to stop it. Then quickly she turned to the radio and opened a channel with a hope to hear a savior. Alhamdullah there was a nice melody there which put a smile in the face. Shazia smiled and turned her mother, “Mom can you hear how beautiful is this nasheed?”…Silence… She didn’t care, she went on speaking. “Yes, yes so beautiful!” She was getting relaxed with the melody. At those moments her mom finished her breakfast and Shazia started to clean the table. While putting the plates away, she touched the radio by mistake and the melody changed. This time the voice was belonged to a sheikh, he was reading the Quran. Which was that surah?Ahh Al-Inshirah… Sheikh voice was so touching and beautiful. He was saying “In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful
Have We not opened your breast for you (O Muhammad (SAW))? And removed from you your burden, Which weighed down your back? And have We not raised high your fame? Verily, along with every hardship is relief, Verily, along with hardship is relief (i.e. there is one hardship with two reliefs, so one hardship cannot overcome two reliefs) So when you have finished (your occupation), devote yourself for Allâh’s worship. And to your Lord (Alone) turn (all your) intentions and hopes.”
Suddenly Shazia heard a move behind. She glimpsed at her mother. There was nothing changed with her. She turned back and continued washing and listening. Then again a moving and a slight noise from behind. She looked over her shoulders and she couldn’t believe to her eyes. Her mother! Her mother was crying! After all those times, the tears were the first sign of her mother’s living. She dropped the plate from her hand; the plate got broken into many many pieces. She ran near to her mother in one second. “Mama, are you crying? Are you really crying?” Her mother looked at Shazia. Ahh her eyes... She saw those olive eyes for the last time nearly hundred years ago. They were so black, like hers. Her mother started to speak… Ya Allah, was that her voice? Was she really speaking? And first words were coming… “Shazia” … Ahh It was her name, her own name from her mother’s mouth. Her mother was crying and saying her name. Her mother was alive. “Shazia, where is your father?” Shazia embraced her mother tightly and touched her hairs slowly as if they had changed the roles and she became a mom. She whispered “He has gone mommy.” Her mother shook her head. Then silently she said “Because of me, I remember, he has gone because of me… But Allah says we will have two reliefs for one hardship.” “Yes, mom yes right!”… “So everything will be beautiful again together.” “Yes, mom together, me and you.” “ Right you and me! Allah will open our breast for us. He will remove burdens from us”. “Right, mama only believe in Allah and trust Him. He will never let us alone.”
That day was the first day of their new life together. "
With my love dear sister.
Dilek
This is written for my dear sister AllahisWithMe I hope she likes it...
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
“ ‘Mama, are you still sleeping?’ Do I have to start my day always with these words…” was the first thing that Shazia thought whenever she woke up. Each day was the same, or worse than the day before. Shazia was sleeping early, and getting up early but there wasn’t any dream in her sleeps. Where had gone the dreams, weren’t they the friend of her? She took her name from dreams, because she was the dream of her mother. When her mother saw Shazia for the first time in her arms, she said “Ya my beautiful you are my dream, my Shazia.”
While preparing breakfast Shazia was thinking how her family became like that, what was the breaking point? She couldn’t find any answer, everything got worse slowly, and stealthily… no one realized that they were being far from each other… Her mother was always so beautiful; she was singing while combing her hair, always smiling when she looked at Shazia. Her mind was still so fresh about the day that her mother taught her how to read Quran. She was saying “Look my dear; this is س , soft like you. This is ص strong sound like your brother and father.” What about her family now? They couldn’t be a ص but they turned into a ْ sukoun, so silent and swallowed by the life. When her mother gave up speaking, when she turned into a walking corpse nobody could remember.
“Yeah, everything is ready! Mama are you still sleeping?” she said her fixed sentenced with a pain in her throat. She was about to cry again… Why me! Why my parents! Why my family! No answer… Or there was an answer but she wasn’t ready to hear it. Her mother entered the kitchen without a salam or even a word. She took her seat, and only ate whatever she had in front of her. No speech, no smile, even no look… Shazia watched her mother while she was eating. How she missed her, there wasn’t any word or any language to describe it. She felt something coming from her heart; it was a hard pain, an unbearable suffer… She felt the burning in her throat again…Ah tears… why they were coming too easy. She had to do something to stop it. Then quickly she turned to the radio and opened a channel with a hope to hear a savior. Alhamdullah there was a nice melody there which put a smile in the face. Shazia smiled and turned her mother, “Mom can you hear how beautiful is this nasheed?”…Silence… She didn’t care, she went on speaking. “Yes, yes so beautiful!” She was getting relaxed with the melody. At those moments her mom finished her breakfast and Shazia started to clean the table. While putting the plates away, she touched the radio by mistake and the melody changed. This time the voice was belonged to a sheikh, he was reading the Quran. Which was that surah?Ahh Al-Inshirah… Sheikh voice was so touching and beautiful. He was saying “In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful
Have We not opened your breast for you (O Muhammad (SAW))? And removed from you your burden, Which weighed down your back? And have We not raised high your fame? Verily, along with every hardship is relief, Verily, along with hardship is relief (i.e. there is one hardship with two reliefs, so one hardship cannot overcome two reliefs) So when you have finished (your occupation), devote yourself for Allâh’s worship. And to your Lord (Alone) turn (all your) intentions and hopes.”
Suddenly Shazia heard a move behind. She glimpsed at her mother. There was nothing changed with her. She turned back and continued washing and listening. Then again a moving and a slight noise from behind. She looked over her shoulders and she couldn’t believe to her eyes. Her mother! Her mother was crying! After all those times, the tears were the first sign of her mother’s living. She dropped the plate from her hand; the plate got broken into many many pieces. She ran near to her mother in one second. “Mama, are you crying? Are you really crying?” Her mother looked at Shazia. Ahh her eyes... She saw those olive eyes for the last time nearly hundred years ago. They were so black, like hers. Her mother started to speak… Ya Allah, was that her voice? Was she really speaking? And first words were coming… “Shazia” … Ahh It was her name, her own name from her mother’s mouth. Her mother was crying and saying her name. Her mother was alive. “Shazia, where is your father?” Shazia embraced her mother tightly and touched her hairs slowly as if they had changed the roles and she became a mom. She whispered “He has gone mommy.” Her mother shook her head. Then silently she said “Because of me, I remember, he has gone because of me… But Allah says we will have two reliefs for one hardship.” “Yes, mom yes right!”… “So everything will be beautiful again together.” “Yes, mom together, me and you.” “ Right you and me! Allah will open our breast for us. He will remove burdens from us”. “Right, mama only believe in Allah and trust Him. He will never let us alone.”
That day was the first day of their new life together. "
With my love dear sister.
Dilek
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