Not everyone will like you
At times it can feel like only a thin piece of cloth is separating us from disbelief, whilst other times you spiritually soar like a bird on the wings of imaan.
If anyone is ever going westbound South Kensington, Piccadilly line, on the tube around 6.30-7.00pm, you can meet an amazing brother working on the platform!
SubhanAllah, our 30 second encounters always make my day.
Give a genuine salam, get genuine love.
It’s moments like these that define the love within Islam.
I am nowhere near perfect,
In fact I am perfectly incomplete.
Inconsistent with my purpose,
Carrying my own worth of bad deeds.
I’m sorry for my failures,
My inadequacies which unfortunately I do not always see.
So please forgive me,
I will make mistakes until the day I cease to breathe.
Please don’t hold them against me,
Instead make excuses for me.
I’m sorry to anybody who has ever looked to inspiration through me,
I’m a sinner and a fraud,
Only Allah knows about my deeds.
If sins had an odour I doubt any of you would come next to me.
Rest in peace to my ego,
Every time I put my head to the floor.
In complete humiliation,
I seek salvation from the most Forgiving Lord.
- Excerpts from Boonah Mohammed’s “Sorry”
Lol this is a Manjra free zone, be gone with you child
Somewhere along the way we lost our soul
The innocence and sweetness of children never ceases to amaze me. Watching them play with sincerity always makes me smile.
Where does that all disappear?
The realest people don’t have a lot of friends.