LAWHUL MAHFOODH UNCHANGED


Oh Qodar,

You are so sweet but hard to comprehend 

You take your cause leaving one bewildered.

You leave some happy 

You leave some dignified 

You leave some honoured 

You leave some joyous 

Yet, at the same time you leave some broken and chattered.

You follow the will of Allaah, 'Azza wa Jal, so who are we to question you?

You are a mystery that can never be solved.

You leave one with lots of questions, which would forever remain unanswered.

I know not how to expect you not the dimension you would take but know that,

I am learning to accept you.

In whatever way you come 

The blissful ones are surely a blessing from my Lord, the Ever-Considerate

The rough ones are surely a test for me to test how strong I am in my Deen; my Eeman

The pens have been raised and the pages have dried

Why then are we brooding over whatever you left us on?

The afflictions are surely a Mercy from Allaah as an expiation of our sins.

Why the sorrow?

Preparation breeds courage.

Why not prepare now for whatever battle is ahead for you?
Unpreparedness leaves you stumbling and falling in your Deen

He said, no one would be burdened beyond his capacity 

I believe in you

I accept you

I embrace you

I welcome you 

Take your cause but leave me not stranded in a way my Eeman would depreciate 

Leave me not fragile

Leave me not broken

Leave me more stronger than before

Oh Qodar, The Will of Allaah 

We ask Allaah 'Azza wa Jal to guide us all and make us steadfast in the ocean of trials 

Aamiin 

©️ Lens of Muneerah 


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