A Kind of Friendship

Imagine a friend who came to you at speed the moment you turned their way in seeking help and guidance 

Or a friend whom we wronged so much so to the point -that they couldn't possibly forgive us, but did so 
anyway 

Or a friend who loved us more than our own mother 

Or a friend who knew us better than our own selves 

Imagine a friend who called us 5 times a day to join them in conversation 

so that we may ask them whatever we so pleased, 

Subhannallah. 

And all they ask of us is that we remember them and call on them.

Angry

Your pace quickens

Your temperature rises

Your breath deepens

Your voice quivers

Your fists clench

Your teeth grind together

Your thoughts race

Withheld tears and a clouded mind testament to a soul overcome by the tormenting disease.

The tumultuous, ever familiar disease.

Anger.

Your mood swings violently from one end to the other,

And amidst the confusion you wonder

How the monster within you could have been released

As you cease

The expression of any rational thought or behavior

Behaving as though any bout of sound reasoning had been rationed

As your passion drives you further and further away from a place

Alien to sentiments of rage

Of hate

And ultimately of regret

Yet we forget

This poison that has entered our minds, bodies and souls

Controls these very faculties

Harming none other than the vessel within which it is consumed

And still you are unable to resume

The routines of daily life

Presuming others are in the least bit affected by your mood

Failing to realize your discomfort is the fuel to their fire

As they desire your complete and total control

Of a being wanting nothing more than an extended guest list in his abode in the next life

As the best life is hidden from your view

Because you

Harboured an ignorance so deceiving

Clearly assuming

That this life and those in it were made perfect

Free from faults as though none erred within it

And the minute

Your “perfected” plan takes a turn for the worst

You seek out excuses and these causes you curse

Yet to nurse a pained heart hurts you more 

Than to restore it all back to before 

Your four valves rushed blood out

and your temperature soared

Anger confuses and leaves hidden bruises

Abuses the soul, left battered and looses 

all sense of control, disarrayed so you lose it

Your driver-satisfied

Your actions, his amusement

So, before you take a ride in the passengers seat 

Take a deep breath 

Relax

and remain in control

For one never knows the outcome of their actions 

While they are angry 

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It has been narrated by Abu Huraira (May Allah be pleased with him) That Allah's  Messenger Muhammad ( PBUH) Said:
 “ The strong is not the one who over comes the people by his strength
But the strong is the one who controls him while in anger." [Bukhari]

Too Late

I`ve heard too many times that it`s too late.

That it`s too late to go back and change your mistakes. Erase everything one by one until not a single memory exists of whatever it is that you are trying to forget. That it`s too late to start all over again. That it`s too late to set your life back on track. But what`s worst is that I`ve heard too many times that it`s too late to turn back to Allah, to ask him for forgiveness and set your life straight. As if we were at the end of our road, and our soul had already been taken from us. Or as if we were "too bad" for Allah. Honestly, if you have let shaytaan convince you of this, then you have been fooled. Fooled by one of his most deceitful tactics. As if the ability to judge lay in his hands.

But it's hard. Because in your mind, your actions were more than just inexcusable. Condemning yourself before the judge has even had a chance to review your case.

It's hard forgetting everything that has happened in the past. We cannot delete, nor can we rewind to the moments prior to these regretful experiences. After all, our brains are not computers.

But our souls, they were created by Allah, Glory be to Him, the Most Merciful. And in his mercy He has given us countless chances, again and again and again.

Every breath we take, every step we make and every morning we rise is yet another chance. Chances left for self-reflection, and ultimate improvement. The Prophet (Peace and Blessings be upon him) even told us himself that a man who's two days is the same is a Loser. Does this not prove to us, then, that life does not exist as a mere straight, unaffected line? On the contrary, In His mercy, God always leaves space for improvement. Those bumps? They were placed there for a reason.

Seeking his forgiveness was one of them. We were never meant to live perfect, flawless lives. In fact, we were meant to MAKE MISTAKES, so that we would ultimately turn back with full humility to the one who had created us in the first place.

Believing yourself to be at the end of a long road makes apparent your loss in trust in Allah.

You will never know how long your road in this life will be, that knowledge is with Allah and Allah alone. What we do know, however, is that there is only one straight path to Allah, and until our souls have been taken from us, we will always have a chance to set our sights straight on this path. And until our souls have been taken from us, it is never too late.