تــأمــلات📚

وَلِي نَفْسٌ تَتُوقُ إِلَى الْمَعَالِي سَتَتْلِفُ أَوْ أُبَلِّغُهَا مُنَاهَا I have a soul that longs for the heights— it will perish, or I will carry it to its desires. تُحَدِّثُنِي بِأَنَّ الْمَجْدَ صَعْبٌ وَأَنَّ الصَّبْرَ مِفْتَاحُ السَّنَاهَا It tells me that glory is difficult, and that patience is the key to its radiance. فَإِنْ تَعْثُرْ خُطُوطِي فِي طَرِيقِي رَفَعْتُ الرُّوحَ حَتَّى تَسْتَوِيَاهَا So if my steps falter along my path, I lift my spirit until it stands straight again. وَإِنْ ضَاقَتْ بِيَ الدُّنْيَا فَإِنِّي أُرَاجِعُ صَبْرَهَا وَأُجِيدُ نَهَاهَا And if this world tightens around me, I return to patience—and master its restraint.

Allah knows the pain we complain of, and what we suffer of hardship and illness. Yet we hold a hope in Him that never fails us— far be it from Him that hands return empty, without blessings. How often He has given from His فضل before even being asked, and how often He has granted and enriched us—purely out of His generosity and grace.

When the heart is overcome by the darkness of sorrow, When the soul is shrouded in the night of gloom, And my grief surges forth and darkness prevails, And poison seeps into the corners of my heart, I hasten to the Lord of this existence, To complain of my wounds and the bitterness of my sorrows.

English (translation): Awake at night, alone, I hide my pain yet let it show; Whenever I bow my head, my tear spills down my cheek. Between walls of chains and boundless tragedies that hem me in, All my friends have forgotten me—forgotten our pact and our affection. Despite my resolve, I am not strong—where is my friend, where is my solace? Where is the laughter of late-night talks, where was their honesty with me? Have you forgotten the closeness of yesterday, when we were without pretense? Where is Ahmad, where is Sami—come, for life is being folded away.

لِي فِي اللَّيَالِي دُعَاءٌ لَا يُخَيِّبُنِي يَرْقَى إِلَى الْعَرْشِ حِينََ الْكُلُّ قَدْ حُرِمُوا لِي فِي السُّكُوتِ خِطَابٌ لَا يُمَزِّقُنِي وَفِي الْخُضُوعِ لِرَبِّي تَسْكُنُ الْهِمَمُ مَا خِفْتُ دَمْعِي وَلَا شَكْوَايَ تُخْجِلُنِي إِنِّي إِلَى اللَّهِ أَشْكُو وَهْوَ مُنْتَقِمُ يَا مَنْ ظَنَنْتَ انْكِسَارِي آخِرَ الْمَطَافِ فِي كُلِّ ذُلٍّ عَزِيزٌ بَاسِقٌ قِمَمُ English Translation In the nights I have a supplication that never lets me down — it rises to the Throne when everyone else has been deprived. In my silence I hold a conversation that does not tear me apart, and in my humility before my Lord aspirations find their rest. I never feared my tears, nor does my complaint shame me — for I complain only to Allah, and He is the One who avenges. O you who imagined my breaking to be my final stop — know that in every humiliation a noble one rises like a peak.