God is the Light…

I know most of you must have heard this nasheed and might know the lyrics. (In case somebody doesn’t here’s a link for it u can find many different nasheeds here).

Anyway, I was just listening to the nasheed and thought of puttin up the lyrics since I love the poetry. So here’s to uncle Yusuf Islam!

God is the Light
How great the wonder of the heavens
And the timeless beauty of the night
How Great, then how Great, the Creator?

And its stars like priceless jewels
Far beyond the reach of kings
Bow down for the shepherd guiding him home

Yet how many hearts are closed?
To the wonder of this night
Like pearls hidden deep
Beneath a dark stream of desires

But like dreams vanish with the call to prayer
And the dawn extinguishes night
Here too, are signs
God is the Light!
God is the Light!

How great the beauty of the Earth
And the creatures who dwell on her
How Great, then how Great, the Creator?

As its mountains pierce the clouds
High above the lives of men
Weeping rivers for thousands of years

Yet how many eyes are closed?
To the wonder of this sight
Like birds in a cage
Asleep with closed wings

But like words stop with the call to prayer
And the birds recite
Here too, are signs
God is the Light!
God is the Light!

How great the works of man
And the things he makes
How Great, then how Great, the Creator?

And though he strives to reach the heavens
He can barely survive
The wars of the world he lives in

Yet how many times he’s tried?
Himself to immortalize
Like his parents before him
In the Garden of Eden

But like the sun sets with the call to prayer
And surrenders to the night
Here too, are signs
God is the Light Everlasting!
God is the Light Everlasting!
God is the Light Everlasting!
God is the Light Everlasting!

Do you ever get constipated?

I hope the animation works coz I’ve never tried uploading stuff. Lol. I got this thing from a cousin’s cell phone and exported it to my PC…heeh…ENJOY!

P.S. it’s gross, I know. I just felt like uploading something on my blog since I’ve never done that and since most of the pics I have are of people I can’t paste worldwide, I picked this one! Hehe

Musings…

A lot has been going on recently. A very dear ”A” of mine recently got Nikkahed very suddenly. I was really happy for her and still am, for I really like her guy (I know him). But then this huge controversy,conspiracies, wild rumors, white lies, spread like wildfire in my very well-connected and extremely peace-loving family and I was left stunned as to who to believe and what. I, too, (I’m very regretful to say) got carried away in the beginning and discussed the rumors exhaustively. I revelled in the idea of being thoroughly misled and deceived by a certain someone, obviously enjoying the idea of being the innocent victim who is so good she can’t see the dark side of other people. I may be exaggerating how I was feeling here but tis the gist. I was, though, scared the entire time, knowing I was doing Gumaan about other people and putting unwarranted Buhtaan but still not stopping myself. Later that night, I sought forgiveness from Allah. I sat and thought about the entire matter with a clear objective head and I decided to give the benefit of the doubt to the person I thought I knew so well. I decided to trust my own judgement of her (though some people and Certain Someones would readily not!) and I decided to accept her as innocent until proven guilty.

Today I’m proud of my choice.

Neway, this was the hot topic in my life for a few days. After that came the blessed happiness of the darn passport of Hub dearest. Lol. It finally arrived Al-Hamdulillah after months and weeks and days and mornings and tahajjud times and rozas and hours of waiting. Allah finally blessed me with what I, my family, my husband, my relatives, all had been pleading, and begging and fighting and supplicating for. Lol. Last night he left. InshaAllah he will be working in a few dayz Al-Hamdulillah.

I talked to his mother today. She seemed upset, a bit lonely and worried that he reach there safe and sound. I was discussing with her how things are now tht he has left and she said that of course the house feels empty and lonely, his brothers and sister seem very quiet today, but everything will be fine in a few days as they gradually adjust to his absence.

While talking to her and afterwards, I was thinking how adaptable  man is! Allah has created us in such a way that we all learn to survive with or without Significant Someones. Though the thought kills before the actual absence occurs, but after it does, life seems to take a new turn and keep moving. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean we ever forget our Significant Someones and loved ones. We just learn to live without their phyical presences. If somebody else chooses to let go of old memories, that’s their way, but I am made to cling onto old memories and keep hoping and praying for new ones.

But still! I can’t keep wondering at how dispensable man is! I’m not referring to how dispensable human life has become. It is a different issue that we have become totally immune to the losses of human life, be they great in number  or  totally ‘insignificant’, but the truth is that they have ceased to affect us in any way. I remember a time when my heart used to sink at the news of a single person dying, when I used to give a full few minutes to imagine how his/her family must be taking it, how it must have felt, what would be happening to him/her now. But everyday now I hear about various suicide bombings, bridges falling, people dying and I don’t even pay full attention to the Breaking news.

Neway, though all this is important of course, right now I was referring ot the way man himself is dispensable. When a beloved lives, we cry at the very thought of ever being separate from that person geographically. And then if Death comes wheezing in and sweeping away everything that remained, we cry a few buckets and then keep on living. Finally a time comes when we think that that person, and the portions of our lives with that person, never existed-as if it was all a dream.

I have discussed my own death with a lot of people. I know the ones who will be tortured by my death, and the ones whose eyes will pop out at hearing bout it but probably not give me a dua after the “hot news” dies down a week later. And I realize there will be a few who will quietly wipe their tears under the covers at night, afraid of coming out in front of everybody to grieve over my death, revealing that they, too, had cared for me while I was alive. Most probably, if I will be told after my death, that these people cried, I will go in profound shock.

Life is very funny…even funnier is death,which kicks out all the humor of life and settles in with its perpetual darkness (or light, hopefully!) 

As usual, I have much strayed from the topic I started off with. But at least I’ve penned down my musings on digital paper after a long time so all’s good!

I wish I knew how to end this post…lets just do a summary..A’s Nikkah, my treachery, Uzers passport, his mom, suicide bombings, dispensability of man and human life, my death and my secret well-wishers!

Now am I a versatile writer or what???

MAN!

Back to Heaven…

BNU opened Al-Hamdulillah Al-Hamdulillah bringing with it the tooti phooti routine that I had much sought in the vacations. Along with the routine came many of the things I had forgotten existed in BNU. Yet another semester has begun, revealing the blatant disorganization of the administration, the clothes (or non) of the BNU-ites, the sudden shouts and snickers and snorts during a lecture, the whining monotonous voices of those who argue and talk just for the sake of wasting the time, trying to be witty and funny. Everything came rushing back in a day and two and the mini Jamia Hafsa (the late Talibans) stood awed and humbled at the on-goings.As is usual at the beginning of each semester when we all realize in what a dump we are studying, TT decided to drop out of college and S thundered in with a super religious zeal and million of practical ideas of how to transform BNU into a madressa and bring about a world revolution. Mini Jamia Hafsa (JH) has successfully recruited a.k.a brainwashed a new member whom I will, hereafter, refer to as QQ. QQ has recently started taking the hijab and as obvious, is doing a bit of Jihad and winning MashaAllah as she stands strong with the iron support of her Niqabi girlfriend, the Tote.

A week has passed since BNU opened and I still don’t think I have returned to college. Mostly it’s because, being the super-organized college BNU is, our classes for the first week were scheduled at all the wrong times, the timetables dint match, we had some classes and for the others, the teachers refused to come. So in this chill, I didn’t feel like BNU had begun.

Today, though, I went to college and found it the BNU we all know and love(BY we, I mean you and me, since you have known it through me and I’m sure you’ve fallen in love with it by now too, no?). The college was full of BNU-ites. As literature students, we are blessed with the status of the reclusive outcasts so we normally don’t have much interaction with BNU-ites. But today, since we had a mixed class of different majors and semesters, the Pakistan Studies class was thriving with 26 BNU-ites (minus the mini JH of course! lol) all of different colors (thanks to the bases and foundations used!), different creeds, ages and mental  and maturity levels.

My tolerance has moved down from zero to negative in the past couple of days. I’m not only less tolerant of BNU and its ites, but also of the peculiarties and eccentricity of my own friends. No, it’s not u TT aunty; though u shud have an idea who I’m talking about.

Neway to conclude in one line:

 It’s just excellent, being back in BNU!