This new year bring a hope

To have a better life

The past never return

But the memory always return

The mind keep the best

But the sadness never be the best

It will remain a wounded heart

Only a sincere affection will touch the heart

To remove the sorrow

Is the happiness come tomorrow?

No one know that’s the misery of life.

Abdullah ibn Al-Mu'taz,

The knowledge of a hypocrite is in his speech, while the knowledge of a believer is in his actions

The best knowledge is knowledge of the deen. The Prophet sal Allahu alayhi wa sallam said, “Verily, Allāh the Exalted does not like one who is knowledgeable of the worldly life, but ignorant of the Hereafter.” [Saheeh al Jaami']

Abu Abdillah Ar-Rudhabaari,

Whoever goes out towards knowledge, intending (just to obtain) the knowledge, knowledge does not benefit him. And whoever goes out towards knowledge, intending to act upon the knowledge, knowledge benefits him – even if it's a little.

Just close your eyes and imagine,
Finally,
Your silence breaks away;
You tell the angels you believe in Allah,
And for him, you did pray;
You say as tears are pouring down your face
Please, Allah, forgive me,
For the sins that I committed,
Have mercy is my plea!

Just close your eyes and imagine,
That the smell of musk surrounds you,
From your head down to your feet;
You realize Allah forgave you,
Hell fire you did defeat;


But we all know as Muslims,
When it's time for you to die;
You'll not be given a second chance,
To say a last goodbye;

So live each day as If it's your last,
And never forget to pray;
So when the angels come to ask,

You'll know the words to say.

Allah created time and space
You'll find a Muslim of every race
The limits I always try to chase
But there's always an obstacle I must face
I try but they're hard to ace
When I look at everyone else,
There's no sweat on their face
Then I look up,see that pretty vase
I get close, trip over my own shoelace
When I get up, I'm back in last place
Back a first base
Somebody must have hit the backspace
cause all my hard work's been erased
In that case............
I must exceed my pace
I got to hurry cause there's no time to waste
Let's see who's going to win to Adam's home place

Rasulullah once said that the smartest person is the one who always remember death. In other words, the smartest person is the one who has vision far into the future. By always remembering his vision and the purpose of his life, he will always be passionate in stepping ahead. The vision of a Muslim is not only limited to the life in this world but more than that, his vision is far away crossing the boundary of the life in this world. The vision of a Muslim is to return and meet with Allah. For him, the moments of death are the beautiful moments because he will soon meet with the beloved who has been sorely missed.

The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can't know
by reasoning

When Islam rose up in arms in self-defence, Ibn Rawahah provided his service in all the battles: Badr, Uhud, Al-Khandaq, Al Hudaibiyyah, and Khaibar.

His perpetual slogan was these lines of poetry,

"O my soul, death is inevitable,

so it is better for you to be martyred."

He shouted at the disbelievers in every battle,

"O disbelievers, get out of my way.

My Prophet has all the excellent qualities".

The Battle of Mu’tah started, and, as we have mentioned, he was the third of the Commanders after Zaid and Ja’far. Ibn Rawaahah (May Allah be pleased with him) stood there as the army was about to leave Al- Madiinah and recited:

I truly ask the Most Beneficient’s forgiveness

and a mortal stroke of a sword

that will strike me down

foaming or a mortal stab

with a spear by a stubborn disbeliever

that will make my liver and intestine

show out of my body. So that

when people pass by my grave,

they will say: By Allah, you are

the most righteous warrior.

If the Prophet visited you

(Peace and blessings be upon him)

I wonder........................

If Prophet Muhammad visited you

Just for a day or two,

If he came unexpectedly,

I wonder what you would do.

Oh I know you would give your nicest room,

To such an honored guest,

And you would serve him your very best.

You would be the very best,

Because you're glad to have him there,

That serving him in your home

Would be a joy without compare.

But...when you see him coming,

Would you meet him at the door?

With your arms outstretched in welcome,

To your visitor?

Or...would you have to change your clothes

Before you let him in?

Or hide some magazines and put

The Quran where they had been?

Would you still watch those movies?

Or your T.V. set?

Or would you switch it off,

Before he gets upset.

Would you turn off the radio?

And hope he had not heard?

And wish that you did not utter

Your last loud hasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music?

And instead take out Hadith books?

Could you let him walk right in?

Or would you rush about?

And I wonder...if the Prophet spent, a day or two with you,

Would you go on doing the things you always do?

Would you go right on and say the things you always say?

Would life for you continue?

As it does from day to day?

Would your family conversations,

Keep up their usual pace?

And would you find it hard each meal,

To say a table grace?

Would you keep up each and every prayer?

Without putting on a frown?

And would you always jump up early,

For Fajr at dawn?

Would you sing the songs you always sing?

And read the book you read?

And let him know the things on which,

Your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take the Prophet with you?

Everywhere you plan to go?

Or, would you maybe change your plans,

Just for a day or so?

Would you be glad to have him meet?

Your very closest friends?

Or, would you hope they stay away,

Until his visit ends?

Would you be glad to have him stay?

Forever on and on?

Or would you sigh with great relief,

When he at last was gone?

It might be interesting to know,

The things that you would do.

If Prophet Muhammad, came,

To spend some time with you.

“Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For thir souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the make upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness.
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable.”
― Kahlil Gibran

You are like clear water
In a dusty container
Eventually that dirt will visible
Despite the purity is protected

Love is not just in the eyes
Love is present in the soul
Let go the mistake in their eyes
Let go the visible difference between us

*(I hope you will accept
Despite you will be contempt
Provided that we feel
the truth of our love

**Someday
certainly it will radiant
Door will open
we will stride together

There we see
The truth shines
Dust becomes diamond
Humiliation becomes glory)**

This isn't illusion that I give
But a real believe
although our love is like the ocean depths
certainly I will swim in it nevertheless*

God made the illusion look real
and the real an illusion.
He concealed the sea
and made the foam visible,
the wind invisible,
and the dust manifest.
you see the dust whirling,
but how can the dust rise by itself?
you see the foam,but not the ocean.
invoke Him with deeds, not words;
for deeds are real
and will save you in the infinite-life.

 M O T H E R

I see the peace on your face

The light of your eyes full of love

The ablution water dripping on your face, it is like a string of pearls

You educated me since I was a child until grew up with the wisdom pearls

Your prayer enlighten my way of life to jannah

You gave me the whole life.

Mother, when I look at you

Tears accompany of your departure

Mom I love you Mom.

The road ahead

I expect to pass through this world but once;

any good thing therefore that I can do, or any

kindness that I can show to any fellow-creature,

let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it,

for I shall not pass this way again.