Posts tagged islam.
There’s something so beautiful I read, and I can’t remember where.
But it talked of the value of the Holy Mosque and the Kaa’ba in Mecca, compared to a human life. Every Muslim reveres the House of God; every Muslim would value the dignity and sanctity of the Holy House over their own life. But what’s funny is, when you really contemplate, what worth is the Holy House? It is stone and cement, and it in itself holds no value. We acknowledge that it is not really the Abode of God, rather a representation, a direction to which we pray which symbolizes our unity. The bricks nor the wood it is built with are holy. The dark black covering is not divine. So why then are we so ready to defend the House, when we would not otherwise defend a human?
Think about it. We would defend the sanctity of a building, but pay no respect to the sanctity of a human life. Try as hard as you must, even if the whole world could come together and attempt to bring a dead man back to life, you would fail. But, time has proven again and again, the Kaa’ba has been damaged, destroyed, and rebuilt by human hands. It is but a building. The blood of a human is worth much more. Think about that next time you have an excess of wealth or time - what are you doing with each? Where do your priorities lie? and where do you chose to show respect?
It’s odd how uncomfortable people get when I try to talk about this. We’re so used to revering a building, that we get confused when we realized that even saving a single life would be greater than the worth of the entire mosque. The sanctity of life is holy, the gift of breath is God’s alone. Remember that.
P.S. By no means am I saying that the Kaa’ba and the holy mosque are no longer holy, nor that reverence of them is incorrect. I just wanted to point out that respect should be given where respect is due, in ALL cases.
"He creates you in the wombs of your mothers, creation after creation, within three darknesses. That is Allah, your Lord; to Him belongs dominion. There is no deity except Him, so how are you turned away?" (Qur’an 39:6)
اللَّهُ لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا هُوَ الْحَيُّ الْقَيُّوم ُ لَا تَأْخُذُهُ سِنَةٌ وَلَا نَوْمٌ لَهُ مَا فِي السَّمَاوَاتِ وَمَا فِي الْأَرْضِ مَنْ ذَا الَّذِي يَشْفَعُ عِنْدَهُ إِلَّا بِإِذْنِهِ يَعْلَمُ مَا بَيْنَ أَيْدِيهِمْ وَمَا خَلْفَهُمْ وَلَا يُحِيطُونَ بِشَيْءٍ مِنْ عِلْمِهِ إِلَّا بِمَا شَاءَ وَسِعَ كُرْسِيُّهُ السَّمَاوَاتِوَالْأَرْضَ وَلَا يَئُودُهُ حِفْظُهُمَا وَهُوَ الْعَلِيُّ الْعَظِيمُGod: There is no god besides Him, the Everliving, the Self-subsisting by Whom all subsist; slumber does not overtake Him nor sleep; whatever is in the heavens and whatever is in the earth is His; who is he that can intercede with Him but by His permission? He knows what is before them and what is behind them, and they cannot comprehend anything out of His knowledge except what He pleases, His knowledge extends over the heavens and the earth, and the preservation of them both tires Him not, and He is the Most High, the Great. (Quran 2:255)
This has gotten me through everything… In my most lyrical voice, I recite this verse every morning before I leave my house. Before every test. After submitting every test. And assignment. Before every interview. Before traveling long distances or even short ones. I bless my friends and family with this for safety - and strangers who look like they need a prayer. When I’m sad I recite to sooth my self. When I’m angry I recite to keep my ego in check, to give myself self-awareness and serenity. When I’m panicking or worried I recite this to still my senses. And when I am enshrouded with feelings of happiness and love, I recite this to praise the Being who gave me everything I have.
Love is… <3
I am so amazed at how intricately simple and exhaustively beautiful the human body is. I use exhaustive because no matter how much you study, how much you understand, it’s magnificent perfection will always be out of your grasp.
My god, we’re amazed at the sun, stars and heavenly bodies but this, this is something else. The neural and blood system running through your body is so ravishing. Absolutely breath-taking.
I sound like a madman but truly. These systems, everything, conglomerates in us. Bones so carefully placed, our faces sculpted to pin-point perfection - able to express a myriad of expressions in mere nanoseconds. Our skin, wrapping everything in such a glorious manner. Radiant. Simply, awe-inspiring.
I mean, work of nature or God himself (whatever you believe, and both even), you have to appreciate such a work of art. Subhan’allah. Masha’allah. We take forgranted what beautiful machines our souls are housed in. Just - Subhan’allah. Lord, you are truly al-Musawwir (the Fashioner, the Designer, the Shaper). and we are truly ignorant of your perfection.
And despite all this, despite all this beauty, you know what I can’t stop thinking? For such petty things as race, as skin color, as language - we destroy and defile these magnificent works of art. The things that deepen our beauty, which signify the greatness of God, we use as an excuse for murder.
We are lowly creatures indeed. Unworthy of what is gifted to us.
I adore the fact that within Islamic philosophy, love, attachments, friendships, and marriage are not independent of your love for God.
For, if thought about logically; how can you love the being which was created without first admiring the creator himself? How can you appreciate the beauty of your beloved, without first coming to the unfathomable infinity that is God - the origin of all love, beauty and truth.
In every single smile
Every single sigh
Every minute detail
Traces of you are there
Wherever you may be
I will search till we meet
In my heart you will be
Your love is all I need
And at the end of this very long journey, I know you’ll be there to welcome me home.
I’m gonna end the night with this and go do some dihkr. I need to get a grip on reality before I slip too, too much. Good night all, may all your souls be at peace tonight.
I am on 40 mins of sleep and I can’t deal. I’m about to explode. Like I’m smiling - but I’m crying. I’m hurting so much inside, but I am so humbled by the gifts I’ve been blessed with. I don’t know what to do with life.
Like, you can’t stop the flow of it - but you can’t help but be beaten down by it. And you have no control. Absolutely none. But at the same time - there are moments of such immense beauty. When you meet new people and their stories take your breath away. Their stories drive you to be like them. To take on some of their qualities because they are such magnificent creatures.