Asma Maryam Ali

Truth is, we spend much of our lives dreaming of what could be-what should’ve been and what would’ve been. We watch the stars at night and trail the setting of the sun with our eyes. We mourn the passing of every great moment, and we torture ourselves with regrets from days long gone. We entertain the thoughts of “what if”, sprinkling our minds with these words assuming somehow if we just did something different our lives would’ve been different. 
 
We would be different. 
 
Maybe more confident, or successful, more spirited or even at peace, or a thousand different things. And in time this word becomes our silent mantra: our daily mental chant to ourselves, like a lullaby that lulls us to sleep every night of a different time and place, a better future: and falling through the cracks we hear maybe… we wouldn’t have made as many mistakes or had as many regrets, and now looking back we see where we went wrong and what we did wrong– errors in judgment that cost us so much or setbacks that set us back for so long… 
 
Or tiny little lies that spiralled out of control, mutating into monsters of ferocious power that somehow turned the tables on us. Until looking into the mirror becomes an ordeal, until seeing the person staring back at you becomes a war you fight everyday, subconsciously, unknowingly. And slowly, but surely, we end up hating who we’ve become. The person we no longer recognize that deals with the rest of the world while our real selves are kept hidden and locked away, in a tiny, cramped corner of our souls. 
 
And yeah, we might laugh off our problems as issues we’ve solved and not something that goes far into the tissues of our very beings–instead turning our tears into ammunition. The kind of fight so critical to our sanity we brush off and turn into soulless jokes of a cheap kind. Hoping to be the center of entertainment, and so entertaining others because it keeps us occupied and distracted from that void within that plagues us to no end. 
 
And just for a few moments we can ignore who we’ve become and instead bask in the admiration of others, seeing as they might. Confident, vibrant, full of life. A light that draws others like moths to a flame. Even though that light burns inside.

Edil Ibrahim

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I would blow a breath

Let it fill the sky and earth with

Life that will never fail

And tie this wandering vessel to

one shore of this expanse

That it might be content

Dig up the old and rotten

To unearth the roots

Which hold us down

I’d know where pain is

And how to create my eden

Here on Earth.

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From Stories of Repentance

It is reported that during one of his journeys, Dhul Qarnain passed through a city that was once reuled by seven successive kings. Upon entering some of the inhabitants of the city, Dhul Qarnain asked, “Are any of the descendants of those kings alive today?” They said, “Yes, a single male descendent, yet he steers clear of human beings and keeps company with no one; in fact, he spends much of his time in the graveyard.” Dhul Qarnain said, “Tell me where I can find him.” He then went to meet with the eccentric sounding of kings. When he finally met him, he noticed that he looked weak and had an emaciated body. Though Dhul Qarnain didn’t know it, it man’s body was so thin not from a lack of resources, but from constant worship and a general lack of concern for material pleasures. Dhul Qarnain extended greetings of peace to the man, who then returned those greetings. Dhul Qarnain then asked, “Why do you spend so much time in the graveyard?” The man lowered his head for a moment, and after a brief pause, he raised it and said, “I initially wanted to see if I could distinguish between the bones of kings and the bones of their slaves, but of course I wasn’t able to do so. Their end is the same.”

Dhul Qarnain said, “If you wish to follow me, I will help you to rekindle the honor of your fathers—that is, if you have the ambition that is needed to achieve that end.” The man said, “My ambition for that is little. But if you really want to help me.” Dhul Qarnain said, “What is it that you desire (and I will then try to help you to achieve your goal)? He said, “What I want is life that is not ended by death, youth that is never supplanted by old age, and richness that is never supplanted by poverty.”

“I cannot help you achieve that end,” said Dhul Qarnain. The man said, “Then go on to your business, and leave me to seek the fulfillment of my goal from He Who is able to help me. For indeed, this world is departing, and the Hereafter draws near. The journey is long, yet I have not much provision (i.e. good deeds) for it.”

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My sister, Khalidah, recently returned from Egypt and brought be “Stories of Repentance,” compiled by Muhammad Abduh Mughaawiri. This is one of the most beautiful gifts I ever received. It is filled with hope in Allah ’s mercy. There are many people who sin and do not believe that they may recover from their sins. Instead of offering them a hand up, the community might condemn them or allow them to isolate themselves. Instead, we need to acknowledge that sin is a part of life and we need to give one another a hand up. I invite you to share these stories with your loved ones, your study groups and in your sermons and lectures.

 “When I Die…

 The following story is mentioned in an authentic Hadith (narration) that is narrated by Abu Hurairah:

 A man who had never performed a good deed throughout his life gave these instructions to his family: When I dies, burn me and scatter half of my remains on land and the other half in the sea. For by Allah , if Allah is able to get me, He will punish me as He punishes no one else from the entire creation!

 When he died, his family followed his instructions to the letter. Allah then ordered the land to gather together his remains that were scattered on it, and the sea to gather together his remains that were scattered on it. Then when the man was brought together again, Allah asked him why he did what he did. He said, “From fear of You, O my Lord! And You know best (as to what was in my heart).” Allah then forgave him.”

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Where is your face when it matters
Your eyes see much more than you know
You stand tall behind thin air and towers
The time comes, you are empty and cold.

You claim to have so much to give of yourself
Of what matters the most you have none
The world rests on assumptions and patterns
You do well with the worst of them.

Where is that passionate warrior
Who loves more than he fears
Her quiet revolution
Will one day change the world.

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A bit of black now colours the ends of my red belt. Every so often I dare to touch it, wondering if the day will come when that dream is fulfilled. Please pray for me!

Choong Moo is the black belt pattern. 

“CHOONG-MOO was the name given to the great Admiral Yi Soon-Sin of the Lee Dynasty. He was reputed to have invented the first armoured battleship (Kobukson) in 1592, which is said to be the precursor of the present day submarine. The reason why this pattern ends with a left hand attack is to symbolize his regrettable death, having no chance to show his unrestrained potentiality checked by the forced reservation of his loyalty to the king.”

Source: www.itf-information.com/patterns10.htm

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