Drink To The Prophet

Salâmu Allahi Äleykum

Just read this poem written by Muhammad Abu-Talib may his soul rest in peace, and I was fascinated by its honest-to-goodness! It is just so real and so true that I was rather taken aback by its beauty, honestly!
I have many things in common with this artist. Same native city, same languages we speak, same things we make, same ironical tones in what we write.. Suhbanal Malik! :)

Felt really blissful finding one with whom I share many goodies but he already quit this world to be in the barzakh one :)
Here the poem reads;

On the Prophet’s image I saw them stomp,
Laughing, brawling , mocking, in all the pomp.

“Ramadan belongs to no modern world
“In which the rocket replaced the sword.”

Cocktail parties shook our festive customs;
Alien habits invaded thoughts and homes.

“Whisky alone- no ice,” the Muslim ordered.
The Christian neighbour looked and pondered:

“An Oulmes for me , doctor’s orders,
“The rest gives nothing but stomach ulcers.”

Round and round …popcorns , peanuts and chips…
Till heathen words conquered tongues and lips.

“Gin-tonic!” Another fasting believer.
“Coca-cola!” Another rotten kafer.

“Dinner’s served !” Announced hostess to her guests.
“Wine for grown-ups, milk for children and pets.”

“More rosé for me!” _ a women Muslim.
“More white wine for me !” begged another Muslim.

“Pure water for me!” insisted one pagan.
“More natural juice !” requested another Christian.

“Tell me …” started the Muslim’s neighbour .
“I know what you’d like to know,” interrupted with fervour

The fasting-drinking-pork-eating Muslim ,
“ ‘Why drink in fasting time while a Muslim?’”

“’ Cause I do as I please !’ Cause all is false.
“Religion’s for the old and the poor folks.

“ Practice hypocrisy when faith’s inside?
“ Were the Prophet here he’d surely not mind!”

The listener smiled, lifted his glass to toast
As if he’d won a game of which to boast:

“ Here’s to you and your Prophet’s tolerance!”
“ Here's to you and my selfish ignorance!”

Muhammad Abu-Talib ( 1930 _ 2000)

La Segunda Parte: B-Being Life

Salaamu Äleykumu Warahmatullah,

Well some of you would certainly say that I'm not really sure about what I'mma write right now cause it's something related to the past so I can hardly remember what occured to let me get into this engagement.
No, no, no.. Ask every heedless after his guidance and he would just dive deep into the most banal details to tell you about his story. Feel like I'm being in a hostile world while writing this. Oh yea and I remeber the saying of our Prophet Muhammad peace and blessings be upon; " Islam started stangely and it will go back to be strange, so good tidings for the strangers" Sahih MUSLIM, Book 001 Number 0270 What this hadeeth has to do here? -I'd ask myself- Perhaps cause I feel really strange after my commitment. Yeah true!

Well, I used to be that wise hard-working girl, loved by all the teachers.Very respectful in terms of conduct. Teachers used to tell me that I don't really enjoy my childhood as other kids or teenagers do. Therefore, my classmates used to call me Mummy and rush to me each time they got into troubles. However my thoughts were as stiff as a ramrod, my way of dressing wasn't proper regarding the islamic teachings. I used to wear tight jeans, short-short shirts (Um.. My tummy would be showing sometimes o_O), up to knees skirts.. Well I would be kind of an anorak going through all sorts of clothes I used to wear. Briefly saying -shape's showing- clothes. Oh yes, I used to go to the beach, swimming pools and so on..

You'd ask me why they dare wearing a swiming costume on the beach and cover up in other places. Aren't beaches, swimming pools public places as well?

Listen, this is something that most of you don't know about the heedless girls; to their minds swimming pools, beaches or whatever are places where people can take their clothes off and put on beachwears..

Well happened to me as well, believe it or not, this is the case of the all these girls. It's all about education, they have been raised this way, I have been raised in the same way. Never heard from my parents "It's not okay in Islam to wear kinda clothes" or well without mentioning religious issues, they would at least say "You shouldn't wear these clothes they are too showing".. The sense of open-mindedness takes a different aspect for them..

You'd find it so contradictory if I tell you that they were teasing me for each cloth I used to wear in elsewhere than beach or swimming pool; this is showing.. this is tight.. this is short.. they used to do it even at home :S ! And it's okay out on the beach where everybody can see you.. ODD ain't it?!

I was a carefree girl, diving into the world of music. Music was my life, I used to play piano and guitar. I used to spend hours learning scores and tabs. Until the time I ...

To Be Continued...

La Primera Parte: Flash-back

Salaamu Äleykumu Warahmatullah,

Glory be to Allah and peace and blessings be upon his prophet Muhammad,

Many of my friends are, those who asked me about my turning point. And loads are those who asked me to write about it. I must confess that I sort of neglected it. But when it comes to my dearest sister UmFahr request, I would not react thus. Actually it brings tears to my eyes each time I remember this holy engagement -I would call it- holding back myself this time, I would write it down with Allah's help.

My best friends, those who have known me for more than 5 years would call it a Metamorphose. Some of you don't know how old I am; well I am 18. Then it has been 2 years since I engaged myself into Islam Commitment. The beginning was pretty hard. But let's jet a flash back on my life how was it like before.

As any other girl, I had chums. Carefree chums as I used to be. I don't blame them for my disguidance. No, I had been just like them before I met them. Alhamdulillah, at that time I never cut off praying. But which praying? I would say working out not performing prayer. Going up, going down, kneeling, bending.. La ilaaha illa Llah! For sure that my way of praying was wrongly wrong. But the best thing -is meant to be the worst- is that I was making some slips in the easiest sûrah in Qur'aan. I would just curl up and die rather than giving more details about my old times prayers. Never done my prayers on time, never got up for Al-fajr prayer. Praying was like a burden to me.

Don't even ask! I can guess what you thinking about right now.. Oh yes I was a believer, I knew about the two shahada. I was saying I bear witness that there's no God but Allah and Muhammad is his messenger. Saying it but heedless of its deepest meaning. ~_~''

I don't blame my parents for not teaching me about my deen. Cause they have been raised in a non-religious environment as well. So they are not meant to carry the can! Islam became over the decades a tradition for their parents, their ancestors after all. Without mentioning fasting, I was just doing the ritual.

Ramadan for me and my relatives had been a month of special and delicious dishes but nothing else. I don't recall if I ever read Qur'aan in Ramadan. And if I did, that would be hardly ever. But never prayed taraweeh or salatul qiyam before, absolutely not. Was the case for the other members of my family as well.
They used to wake up before Al-fajr prayer to eat (suhur) but not to pray and some still. Yes some still wake up to eat and then go back to sleep without praying. Subhana'ALLAH. I didn't use to wake up just not to break my sleeping. ''_''

Well, going back to catch some z's then waking up late in the morning, spending the whole day in preparing those dishes, watching ridiculous soap operas and the absurd cooking tv shows. That's how I used to spend the holy month of Ramadan. Oh yeah, I forgot to talk about the eid's prayer. There was nothing called eid prayer at home. No body used to go. The eid's day was again special but with what then? Guess.. A special dish as ever. =_='

Would die of shame telling you about my ignoble deeds!

*Muy pronto que pensaba está hecha la primera parte, aúnque sea poco. Dejenme un ratito más de tiempo y vais a ver (:

Whisper Of Frustration

Going through some hassles these times cause of the purest thing, the blessing Allah granted me and that I've been deprived of, I would like to share with you this nasheed called The Veil by the Soft Voice Dawud Ali Warnsby.

Actually, I wanted to apologize to some brothers and sisters who asked me to write about my Islam Commitment; I could not make it early and I didn't want to get cracking with it. However, I'll be posting the first part sooner insha'ALLAH.