Note: the following is fiction and merely a reminder.
I remind you
O one who slumbers away from his kin,
And feels as if there is no one to love.
Your place of dwelling is common for believers,
Imprisoned within walls like a cage with a dove.
O one who resides without seeing his son,
Prosper from a boy and into a man.
Lend me your ears and lend me your eyes,
And lend me your heart for a momentary span.
I remember the words that you used to say,
About persevering when one would fall.
By Allah why do you say and you do not do?
Why don’t you remain like the time you stood tall?
Would the sadness that swallows you give you hope,
In a Lord Who is Just and a Lord Who is kind?
Would the sadness that swallows you keep you guided,
On a path unoccupied by those who are blind?
Would your tears that fall unlock your chamber,
And relinquish the claw that has grasped your heart?
Would the tears that fall re-honour your status,
As a man whose heart and desire were apart?
Would the sadness that swallows you give you hope,
In a Lord Who is Just and a Lord Who is kind?
Would the sadness that swallows you keep you guided,
On a path unoccupied by those who are blind?
Where have the times of your melodies gone?
Singing of martyrdom and how to cope.
Where have the rhymes of your poetry gone?
As they inspired the fighters and inspired their hope.
Don’t you remember the likes of the companions,
Who shed their blood to honour Tawheed?
Don’t you remember the likes of Ja’far,
Who strove in His way in the ultimate deed?
For do not forget that you are not alone,
And others have passed who faced the same.
And do not forget the verse of your Lord,
When hardship hit then ease soon came.
And even if your away from happiness,
Of being among your family and friends.
Do not cease in your path of striving,
For indeed your loneliness is a veiled cleanse.
Know that your Lord has tested before,
In times of strife and in times of demise.
For indeed He tests those Who He truly loves,
It is a mercy in a different disguise.
So perfect your supplication and perfect your prayer,
And stand in the night and call upon your Lord.
Increase in remembrance and increase in patience,
For the call of the oppressed is surely not flawed.
Humiliation may have besieged your soul,
But continue to hope and you’ll be crowned on the Day.
In front of a Lord Who has selected a few,
To hope for martyrdom when in the night they’d pray.
So do not forget the speech you gave,
And do not forget the melodies you sung.
And do not forget the verses you recited,
In a time when the strangers continue to be hung.
A garden awaits full of fruits and maidens,
And those before will be waiting for you.
A pair of wings will be attached to your body,
For you to fly among a few.
Rivers of milk and rivers of honey,
Stream beneath your palace of gold.
Trees with shades that would last for years,
And light in the gardens that fails to fold.
So do not lose hope in a Lord full of Mercy,
And seek His refuge when your blood is shed.
Hold high the banner that you once had waved,
And on the path of the Sunnah – continue to tread.
So do not lose hope in a Lord full of Mercy,
And seek His refuge when your blood is shed.
Hold high the banner that you once had waved,
And on the path of the Sunnah – continue to tread.
Do not be fazed by the beatings and torture,
I say again – you are not the first.
Do not cringe when they make you starve,
Because in the Fire they’ll be suffering thirst.
My brother do not think that I’ve forgotten you,
And I await the hug you have promised me.
It may not be in the dwellings of the world,
But eventually it is you that again I’ll see.
I shall smile like a mother gazing upon her child,
As I gaze upon my brother who was temporarily away.
And I shall fly beside you when the time is right,
When our souls through the sky will begin to sway.
Towards a Lord Who has brought us together,
In His Kingdom of beauty and Kingdom of bliss.
Where I shall visit you while you reside with joy,
Until my maiden informs me she longs for a kiss.
And together we’ll fly to the river of Kowthar,
And meet the man who owns its banks.
Peace be upon him, Muhammad he is,
For my Lord is the praise and all the thanks!
And together we’ll fly to the river of Kowthar,
And meet the man who owns its banks.
Peace be upon him, Muhammad he is,
For my Lord is the praise and all the thanks!
Your son would like me to speak about you,
So allow me to tell him about a man of strength.
Strength in certainty in what His Lord has decreed,
With patience that extends to the longest lengths.
Your wife still longs for the days of joy,
When you’d walk together forgetting this life.
She washes the clothes that reside in your cupboard,
In hope you’ll return to cease her strife.
Your mother still calls upon her Lord,
To see you before she passes from here.
As a man whose established like roots in the earth,
Against oppression without any fear.
And I still hope that I may get that hug,
That you have promised to give me one day.
Either in this world or in the gardens above,
It is that hug that I wish you to pay.
So I end my speech with a few simple words,
And I hope you have lent me your heavy heart.
The honour is within the struggle we face,
Because happiness and struggle are never apart…
I remind you
O one who slumbers away from his kin,
And feels as if there is no one to love.
Your place of dwelling is common for believers,
Imprisoned within walls like a cage with a dove.
O one who resides without seeing his son,
Prosper from a boy and into a man.
Lend me your ears and lend me your eyes,
And lend me your heart for a momentary span.
I remember the words that you used to say,
About persevering when one would fall.
By Allah why do you say and you do not do?
Why don’t you remain like the time you stood tall?
Would the sadness that swallows you give you hope,
In a Lord Who is Just and a Lord Who is kind?
Would the sadness that swallows you keep you guided,
On a path unoccupied by those who are blind?
Would your tears that fall unlock your chamber,
And relinquish the claw that has grasped your heart?
Would the tears that fall re-honour your status,
As a man whose heart and desire were apart?
Would the sadness that swallows you give you hope,
In a Lord Who is Just and a Lord Who is kind?
Would the sadness that swallows you keep you guided,
On a path unoccupied by those who are blind?
Where have the times of your melodies gone?
Singing of martyrdom and how to cope.
Where have the rhymes of your poetry gone?
As they inspired the fighters and inspired their hope.
Don’t you remember the likes of the companions,
Who shed their blood to honour Tawheed?
Don’t you remember the likes of Ja’far,
Who strove in His way in the ultimate deed?
For do not forget that you are not alone,
And others have passed who faced the same.
And do not forget the verse of your Lord,
When hardship hit then ease soon came.
And even if your away from happiness,
Of being among your family and friends.
Do not cease in your path of striving,
For indeed your loneliness is a veiled cleanse.
Know that your Lord has tested before,
In times of strife and in times of demise.
For indeed He tests those Who He truly loves,
It is a mercy in a different disguise.
So perfect your supplication and perfect your prayer,
And stand in the night and call upon your Lord.
Increase in remembrance and increase in patience,
For the call of the oppressed is surely not flawed.
Humiliation may have besieged your soul,
But continue to hope and you’ll be crowned on the Day.
In front of a Lord Who has selected a few,
To hope for martyrdom when in the night they’d pray.
So do not forget the speech you gave,
And do not forget the melodies you sung.
And do not forget the verses you recited,
In a time when the strangers continue to be hung.
A garden awaits full of fruits and maidens,
And those before will be waiting for you.
A pair of wings will be attached to your body,
For you to fly among a few.
Rivers of milk and rivers of honey,
Stream beneath your palace of gold.
Trees with shades that would last for years,
And light in the gardens that fails to fold.
So do not lose hope in a Lord full of Mercy,
And seek His refuge when your blood is shed.
Hold high the banner that you once had waved,
And on the path of the Sunnah – continue to tread.
So do not lose hope in a Lord full of Mercy,
And seek His refuge when your blood is shed.
Hold high the banner that you once had waved,
And on the path of the Sunnah – continue to tread.
Do not be fazed by the beatings and torture,
I say again – you are not the first.
Do not cringe when they make you starve,
Because in the Fire they’ll be suffering thirst.
My brother do not think that I’ve forgotten you,
And I await the hug you have promised me.
It may not be in the dwellings of the world,
But eventually it is you that again I’ll see.
I shall smile like a mother gazing upon her child,
As I gaze upon my brother who was temporarily away.
And I shall fly beside you when the time is right,
When our souls through the sky will begin to sway.
Towards a Lord Who has brought us together,
In His Kingdom of beauty and Kingdom of bliss.
Where I shall visit you while you reside with joy,
Until my maiden informs me she longs for a kiss.
And together we’ll fly to the river of Kowthar,
And meet the man who owns its banks.
Peace be upon him, Muhammad he is,
For my Lord is the praise and all the thanks!
And together we’ll fly to the river of Kowthar,
And meet the man who owns its banks.
Peace be upon him, Muhammad he is,
For my Lord is the praise and all the thanks!
Your son would like me to speak about you,
So allow me to tell him about a man of strength.
Strength in certainty in what His Lord has decreed,
With patience that extends to the longest lengths.
Your wife still longs for the days of joy,
When you’d walk together forgetting this life.
She washes the clothes that reside in your cupboard,
In hope you’ll return to cease her strife.
Your mother still calls upon her Lord,
To see you before she passes from here.
As a man whose established like roots in the earth,
Against oppression without any fear.
And I still hope that I may get that hug,
That you have promised to give me one day.
Either in this world or in the gardens above,
It is that hug that I wish you to pay.
So I end my speech with a few simple words,
And I hope you have lent me your heavy heart.
The honour is within the struggle we face,
Because happiness and struggle are never apart…
and Keep writing!
