Asja
Pearl of Islaam
*It is Sajda on which I would like to die*
Strong wind blows and crashes the branches of trees, I thought that they would break, but they are still there because they praise the Lord together ... I saw a flood how it makes a cliff, wearing stones, branches and ground, but I did not saw they object, the rebellion is not heard, SubhanAllah they repeat. Freezing morning dawned strongly embraceing the grass and I thought in myselfe“poor grass how does she feels, she must be in pain“, but the grass does not show that it is in pain, she is cheerful and happy, together with the frost Allah she is praseing.
I saw them and I saw me, on my sajda You were still waiting. I felt ashamed becouse You were waiting me for all this time, while all others were there every time You called for them. I started to walk, going toward You, heart was alive again it was waiting for me so long. I did not knew untill then, it has passed so much time, I did not knew how much my eyes have cryed every time when I said“I will come later", and they still were waiting for me, becouse they wanted to see You one day together with me.
I was walking slowely, but with every new step I felt like I was flying, for the first time I was free, for the first time my soul was pleased with me. My tired soul, tired of the looks so heavy and only sometimes pure, looks that would capture your soul so that she never be free and happy again, from them saved. And the soul knows to who she belongs, she knows who calls her in the sillence of the night while the world is sleaping that she falls on sajda to Him, clean and free, becouse she belongs to Him.
My Allah here I am falling on sajda to You. I bow down my head on the ground , and heart whispers :“Glory belongs to the Lord of all worlds". Eyes looking but not seeing anything except the tips of my fingers. But soul can see the heart, the one that beats for the One whom it loves the most, for The One for whom it makes sajda. It is sajda on which I would like to die while my lips are recitateing final request for forgiveness. Lord of my life, praise be to you, only to you, becouse only You are worthy of the Praise. And then "La ilaha ilaAllah". My heart will stop beating the last. And my soul will stop crying because it goes to a better world, to her Lord.
Written by ; Asja
