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Six Feet Below and Beyond

Written for Shifa Inter-Scholastic Tournament ’13 on the theme same as the title.

Death

When it will all end,
And your body will lie without a friend.
Your world gone to pieces,
Your parents, siblings, nephews and nieces can do nothing and their helplessness only increases,
Tears flow from their eyes but even that rush finally ceases.
And your soul is ready to ascend.

It’s taken wrapped up in a clean shroud smelling of musk,
With warm welcome, the doors of each sky opening up,
Until your name is written in the `illiyeen line-up,
And the soul is ordered back to earth where it belongs,
You hear your friends leaving you alone.

But what if your soul is not welcomed at all?
Wrapped in a sackcloth with a smell so foul,
It finds the gates of the skies closed and now can’t even howl,
The name is written in the sijjeen out and out,
And the soul’s hurled on the earth until it joins the body freaked out.

Now it’s your choice, dearie!
In which category would you like to be?

In which a person lived his life benign,
Submitted to God, prayed on time,
Helped people, repented from crime,
Endured hardships, only to get reward from the divine?

Or the one in which the person partied hard and danced all night,
Forgot his Creator, kept his hands closed tight,
Never bowed in front of Him, who never did anything right,
His clothes and cars were a dazzling sight.

Whichever life you choose my brothers and sisters,
In the end you’ll face three questions,
Irrespective of your family, status and education,
You won’t get through them on your speculations,
Your worldly achievements won’t count,
When your success or failure is taken to a count.

Who is your Lord is the first one.
Did you His obedience shun?
Would you be able to answer Allah, my Rabb?
‘Cuz there your answers can’t be made up.

Who is your Prophet comes next.
Did you follow the sunnah?
Did you even know the text?
How many times did you lose your sleep?
Did your feet swell? In your tahajjud did you weep?

Last but not least, what is your deen.
Do you even know what it means?
Did you live as a Muslim or just took it as a dream?
Did you spread it to the world, this beautiful deen?

While you lie in your grave forsaken and alone,
Based on your deeds a window will be shown,
You’ll catch a glimpse of gardens underneath which rivers flow,
With palaces whose towers with gems glow.
Or based on the bad deeds you have sown,
Great tongues of fire will make you moan,
And gusts of hot air will be blown,
The sights you see will chill you to the bone.

Don’t take this just as a rhyme,
But prepare for that time,
When you’ll lie six feet below begrimed,
And what will happen beyond…

Wassalam,
Hajrah.

My Two Feet!

Salam,
Bismillah.

I was standing in the university bus, trying my best to remain balanced. The bus moved at a fast pace and everything inside the bus shook and bounced. I was feeling frustrated and grumbly. I was tired, my feet were burning and each minute was passing like an hour. Somewhere besides my thoughts I was conscious of Surah Ar-Rahman being played in the bus but my mind was too overwhelmed to pay much attention. Suddenly I noticed that the reciter was saying this verse out very loudly as if to shake someone and that verse kept repeating again and again and again.

فَبِأَىِّ ءَالَآءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ
“So which of the favors of your Lord would you deny?”

Why? I said to myself. Why didn’t Allah put this in this surah just once or twice or maybe thrice even? Why so many times?

“So which of the favors of your Lord would you deny?”
Are we really this ungrateful? And then I said to myself, I’m not really ungrateful for anything, am I? And my eyes suddenly fell on my burning feet. For a second I couldn’t take my eyes off my feet, the realization hit me hard. What if I didn’t have them? :O
And I was on a wheelchair being driven by someone, being lifted in the bus and being settled in a seat. Never being able to stand and always sitting! NO! If I’m standing in the bus right now it means I have two sound feet and I can walk. ALHAMDULILLAH!
O Allah! How ungrateful we are of Your blessings, indeed!

Just as I finished writing this I came across this anasheed, do listen! :)

Wassalam,
Hajrah. :)

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