Friday, September 25, 2009

Imam Zain ul-Abidin (may Allah have mercy on him)

From Ahl-i-Bayt, successor of Prophet, candle of the Ummah and Autad, the afflicted, Imam of the deprived is Abu al-Hasan Ali b. al-Hussein b. Ali (may Allah be pleased with them). He was the most honored and ascetic personality of his time and is famous for unveiling and narrating the truth and subtleties. In reply to a question about who was the most blessed, he said:

من اذارضی لم یحملھ رضاء علی اللباطل واذاسخط لم یخرجھ سخطھ من الحق

“The man when he is pleased, it is not on wrong, and when he
is angry, is not carried by his anger beyond the bounds of
right.”

This is the character of those who have attained perfect rectitude, because to get satisfied with fictitious is also wrong and to quit the truth in anger is also immoral and pious does not like incorrect.

He was also known as ‘Alī ibn Ḥusayn and Imām al-Sajjad. When Hussein and his children were martyred at Karbala, there were none left alive except Ali (Hazram Imam Zain ul-Abideen) who was sick. The women were brought unveiled on camels to Yazid (may Allah curse him), at Damascus. Someone asked Ali that how was he and members of the house? Ali replied:

“We have been treated in the same way as Pharaoh did with
people of Moses who slaughtered their sons and took their
women alive. We are under so many afflictions that we do not
know when day has arisen and when night has fallen. We are
still thankful to Allah for His bounties and praise Him for the
trial in which He has put us.”

Once, Caliph Hisham b. Abd al-Malik during Hajj while performing circumambulation of Kaba tried to kiss the Black Stone (Hajr-i Aswad) but due to rush of pilgrims was unable to reach to it. At that time Ali (Hazrat Imam Zain ul-Abidin) was also circumambulating. When he approached Hajr-i Aswad to kiss it, all pilgrims withdrew from his way and he peacefully kissed it. One of the Syrian courtiers tauntingly pointed out to Hisham that he was not offered the chance to reach to the sacred stone, are you the King or that beautiful youth, for whom everybody made the way. Hisham, ignorantly and arrogantly, said that he did not know the youth. At that time famous poet Farzoaq was also present there. He got up and said in a loud voice that he knew the youth. People asked him to tell them who was he? The poet Farzoaq stepped forward and recited the splendid encomium:

This is he whose footprint is known to the valley of Mecca,
Whom the Kaba knows, the unhallowed territory, the holy ground.

He is the son of the best of the entire creature,
He is the pious, the elect, the pure, and the eminent.

Know that he is the darling child of Fatima,
He is on whose ancestor Prophethood is sealed.

Whenever Quraish have a look on him, everyone exclaim,
No one can surpass him in commendable qualities.

He occupies such an exalted position that
Arabs and non Arabs are incapable to reach there.

His ancestor was the possessor of qualities of all the prophets,
And whose Ummah possesses the virtues of all the Ummah

The Nur (light) of their forehead lightened the hearts,
As with the rise of sun darkness perishes.

Hajr-i Aswad recognizes him from his odor, so that, when
he comes to touch Hajr-i Aswad, it kisses his hands.

Modesty keeps his gaze low, but people low their gaze because of
his awe,
No one dare to talk with him except when he has a smiley face.

His hands hold stick of musk willow which spreads pleasant odor,
His palm is emitting fragrance; he is a leader of high repute.

His qualities are blessed from the qualities of the Prophet,
His conscious, habits and virtues are all praiseworthy

The heavy shower of his graciousness is common to all,
He is ever generous, material paucity never stops him.

His beneficence is open to the creature, who because of him,
Got deliverance from immorality, poverty and tyranny.

No one can match him in generosity, and neither
Any nation can show equality, may their men be very generous.

He is like rain of mercy in famine, and
Lion of the jungle at the time of fear and calamity.

It is that family whose love is faith, and enmity is infidelity, and
Nearness to them is the shelter for peace and deliverance.

When Farzoaq read these lyrics, Hisham got enraged and ordered for him to be imprisoned. When Ali came to know about it, he sent to him 12,000 dirham with a message that we only possessed that much which was too less to your affliction. Farzoaq returned it, with the message that he had uttered many lies in the panegyrics on princes and governors which he was accustomed to compose for money, and that he had addressed verses to Ali as a partial expiation for his sins in that respect, and as a proof of his affection towards Ahl-i-Bayt. Ali, once again sent the money back with the message that if Farzoaq loved him, he must retain the money and he begged to be excused from taking it back what he had already given away; Farzoaq at last consented to receive the money.

There are so many virtues and merits of this eminent Imam that these cannot be encompassed in writing.

~ Revelation of the Veiled (mysteries)
(Kashf Al-Mahjub)
by Syed Ali B. Uthman Al-Jullabi Al-Hujwiri (Hazrat Data Ganj Baksh)
English translation by Lieutenant Colonel (R) Muhammad Ashraf Javed

Monday, August 10, 2009

Success

There is one thing I am sure about; each step that we take is filled completely with the perfectly randomized,natural,unnatural or supernatural,uncertainties of life which triggers the events that force us to chose the path we take and consequently become our history.
Success depends on how well we mange to sail the boat of our lives, in these winds of uncertainty, on the sea of destiny, the shores of which can only be reached by rowing with complete faith in the existence of final destination.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

I don't want to be me

I don't want to be me
but I guess someone else do
knowing through what I am going
He still wants me to be what I am

I don't know why I am here
I don't know the reason for me
but I guess someone else do
I don't know the purpose for me
I don know the need for me
but I guess someone else do
I guess someone wants me
to be what I am where I am

no one would like to be me
I cant change myself, though I wanted,
because He likes me to be what I am
and He wont let me know the secret
behind the creation of my self
I guess if that is unveiled
my self would witness Him!
and if the truth is revealed
what is behind the veil
won't get a chance to heal
I guess someone hates to see me burn

I don't want to be me
but I guess someone else do
want me to be what I am

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Egyption Muslim woman Dr. Marwa El Sherbiny martyred by german racists

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lmAx8VW9pM

http://www.aimislam.com/categoryblog/1290-pregnant-muslim-woman-killed-in-german-court.html

If they define terrorism as any rightful act of a Muslim individual in pursuit of his/her religion then I am proud to be a terrorist.

And amazingly this news was so volatile that it evaporated before reaching Mass Media, and to be specific, our country's numerous news channels.

They can give airtime to a false video showing women beaten by Taliban but they cant give airtime to such acts or to defend our cause, our religion and our rights!

I believe that its time that we should wake up and make some clarifications to the definition of terrorism on urgent basis.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Your wish, my Command . . .

What can I do to change
What can I do to express
what is deep within me
hidden from the world around

when my life is your desire
what can I do to be heard
my vital signs are like strings
in Your divine hand I am selfless

I find my self tired trying
for what I want,I love
You made me lost trying,now
I turn me towards what You want

I have left my desires and my self
I turn my back towards the world
I make Your wish my command
throwing away what I had in me

Nothing but dust . . .

I am nothing but dust
You may blow me away with your might and will
You may make me the content of the fertile soil
make me lie in the sun with the dunes,taking me where you wish
a part of rock,a piece of stone, forming me as you wish
make me lie on a river bed tasting the water from it
You may mold me as You wish,O my Lord make me strong
like the bricks of the kiln that
I might withstand the fire of Your love

I am nothing but dust
I am not what I am but what You wish me to be
I am what You made me, I am the sign of your love
I am what You liked me to be till You want me to be
I am nothing but the sign of Your perfection
I am for You and for You is my work
I am in a state undefined , fallen for You
I am Your creation and towards You is my return
I am the sign of Your love

I am nothing but dust
You create what You desire and perfect Your creations
I am Your creation, just as You wanted me
I am the sign of Your desire, why should I be sorrow
I am where You want me to be, carried by the wind
at Your command, I fly and swim across the seas
at Your will, I have reached where I am now
I am the sign of Your love
It is Your love that makes me live and die
I am nothing but dust