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When the night dies...
Maliha
07/30/03 at 07:28:29
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 "When night approaches it makes an announcement which is heard by all creation except human beings and jinns as follows; Oh Sons of Adam! I am a new creation and will testify about all the deeds performed during my tenure. Utilize my existence to the best of your advantage, because after the sun rise you will never see me again. After that you would not be able to increase your righteous deeds and offer repentance for your sins and transgressions. After the night departs each coming day repeats the same announcement."
-Al Wasail



As we wake up into yet another dawn, yet another beginning, I can’t help but wonder at the fleeting nature of time. How many of us slumbered throughout the darkness and gloom of our nights, thoughts of our impending doom completely kept at bay by frivolous dreams and lengthened hopes?

I woke up with the bitter taste of dead time sourly latching onto my tongue.

Another night of worship forgone.                        

I woke up reflecting on the many caravans that have passed. Multitudes making their way throughout the horizons of time, processions following the paths of the Pious, the Blessed, the Truthful ones. Those whose backs barely touched the hardness of their beds, for the constant Awe that propelled them back into the comforting blankets of prayer, nourishing a restful calmness into their eyes, a lulling melody of serenity into the deepest recesses of their souls. Light upon Light, their souls traverse light years milling around His throne, yearning, reaching, basking in the glow of resplendent Praise and Grace.

I woke up removing all the dead layers of comfortable duvets weighing me down all night, urging my soul, perchance I can catch the drifting clouds of this Merciful Dawn. Perchance a sip of that healing sweetness, that has no earthly equivalence, can be poured down into the abscess writhing death in this lowly being. I woke up praying for another night, perchance this next one may be the vessel I would journey on...

Days merge into nights, as nights are withdrawn from the day, each manifesting its destiny in this perfected cycle of time. The sun waits for no one to make its Majestic appearance blazing forth the beginning of another day. No sooner does it reach its zenith, before it finally sets the  firey flames of regrets, loss, and repentance in the horizons of our souls.

Another fleeting day has passed, another gentle admonition for our vain pursuits and wasted sacrifices. I stand at the beginning of this horizon clutching at my paltry provisions, appalled at how little I have managed to gather for the journey that has no end...

Another day has passed, Another stream of moments carelessly dissipated for a sip of death.      

Night will be upon my soul soon...I have no time to keep...for the caravans have gone and I am left alone..the caravans have gone and the weakness of today’s sun bears a tragic tale...

The tale of impending doom.            


-me.
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07/30/03 at 07:38:04
Maliha


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