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One night of Qadr...

One day I dug a little hole and put my hurt inside,

Thinking I could forget it, I put it there to hide.

But then the hurt began to grow and I had to cover it up each day,

I couldn’t let it show so that was the price I had to pay.

My joy was gone, my heart was sad; pain was all I knew,

Wounded pride surrounded me and living was hard to do.

One night of Qadr, I stood besides the hole and cried to my Rabb,

I need your help, Ya Rabb, I cannot cope anymore, My Rabb

I asked in the name of Husayn (A.S.)

In a flash Al-Muhayminu was there – His embrace so warm and safe

Tears flowed from my hurting heart as He helped to dig the hurt out

I dug down deep, brushing all the dirt away and gave it in His hands

I told Him all about it – every single word – every single part.

As-Sameeu listened to every distasteful detail as I promised to do my best to change,

He took the blackness from my nafs and let me free from my prison of sins

Then something began to grow where the hurt used to be,

Out of all the tears and pain I see His love, His care, His Rububiyya………

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Ya Rabbiy...

My Lord, once again You heard me,

And indeed Your arrival is very timely

At a time when my heart was restless from the flimsiness of my faith,

and my focus was lost, as I was dazed with this entertaining world

Often, I would not remember You as I should have had

I had forgotten the reality of Sujood once again

Busy with the thoughts of this world and its occupations,

Even my prayers were polluted with thoughts of other than You

Patience, and goodly behaviours were all snatched away from me,

Sleeping as a child at the times of Fajr You would still visit me

Qur'an wasn't my sweet companion anymore,

It had neglected me, as I neglected it, and so it would not give me the glad tidings of meeting You

My prayers and Duas were short, and without any effect

Nor were the tears of joy of talking to You embracing my face

In short, my faith was flimsy and without soul

and I was restless and sad as a child who had lost the mother

I knew I had a disease and a pain,

but I had no idea of its cause.  I was unaware that it was the disease of being out of touch with You, my Lord

And no one knew of my pain and suffering

Nor did I know means of communicating it to anyone, or with You

Though, You Beloved, You knew it all

You knew the suffering of a soul without Your friendship

One dawn, I went to His door, knocking with hope of it opening

so that I shall make a promise with Him,

 and make Him make a promise to me

I pleaded: 

My Lord, I ask You one thing from all the comforts and gifts  that You bestow upon humanity; I ask for faith

I asked Him:  Please bind my feet with the chains of Your Love,

Give a new life to this dead heart with the Light of Your Love,

If You choose to burn me in Jahannam for my sins,

Please don't burn me in the fire of Your separation

And if You choose to grant me a glance of Janna,

He whispered:  You remembered Me, I shall remember you,

Indeed I am the most Faithful Friend, and the best of the promise keepers