wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

if it feels that the world spins ever faster, that it's harder to make your mark, then do not feel alone in your dispair oh weary traveller. there are many, who have been raised to feel that they have the power to change the world, who gradually become trampled underfoot and lose those former hopes. their hopes have vanished into faded dreams. their efforts amount to nothing, their deeds effect no change, and death is lonely, life's passed and eternity beckons. yes, as 'actions are judged according to the intentions' the one who has let his life go by, thinking that all he did was for the best - looking after his own interests, has really lost everything, because all he did was not intended for any greater purpose, and so does not merit any accolade. he is left empty and alone, denied and chewing his just deserts forever after. what a pitiable wretch he is, losing his world and his eternal existence, only for a few moments of arrogance, and a lifetime of worthlessness....

it's a recurring theme that time flies by at breakneck speed, when all one wants is to sit back and focus, just for an instant. however, sitting back like this to enjoy a moment's silence seems to waste such an amount of beneficial time as if your world overtakes you, overwhelms and leaves one drowning, because you've stopped treading water in this fathomless ocean. how can we remind ourselves that the only success comes from keeping afloat, that our only reliance is God most high? why is it that we are so forgetful? why can we not make the truth we know become our reality? this existence, a body containing a spirit, is temporary. losing sight of that is nothing short of insane. it doesn't take a genius to see that we are going to die, so how can we be so stupid as to forget that? we try to enjoy paltry instants, and fool ourselves into forgetting our true purpose, and shun our obligations - what are we doing except throwing scorn in the face of blessings, biting the ha...

what we fear seems to be lack of privacy, and we're fuelled with paranoia-inducing rhetoric from our dear friend the media-machine, which keeps us (rightly, perhaps) informed that anyone can get access to our information at any time. take the example from the sado-masichistic nazi overdrones filling our screens and ears , that an old man, who just likes to 'unwind' with his five prostitutes has been victimised by the media, by his private life being splattered all around, but then this is turned into a plea that the media itself has no freedom in not having the right to broadcast this.. strange. the mind shudders, wondering what to believe. if facebook and vodafone have done deals so that friends can pinpoint where each other are at any one moment, how much more muscle-flexing do we need before we realise that there is no such thing as freedom in the sense we've been brought up to believe? it's not as if these technologies havent been doing their monitoring before n...

Garbage in, Garbage out If you don’t fill your mind with beneficial things, then nothing beneficial can come out. Is this an excuse, or an expression of purity, and humbleness? Everything’s blank, when there’s nothing left to fill. Empty spaces filled with nothing – if only the nothing was something, then anything would be everything. As some have said when asked, ‘What’s is such and such worth?’ – ‘ Nothing… and everything!’ Is that man’s nature, to ascribe worthlessness to what he owns, and simultaneously jealously guard what is his, as it means ‘everything’ to him? Is it a case of every man for himself? - He keeps what is his, and doesn’t want other hands to touch it. He will also, no doubt, crave more than what he has, and thus ruthlessly seek what others have, and try to attain it by any means, to grip it with his own hand, to say, ‘This is mine’. The emptiness is never filled. This, however, is a state of the worst members of humani...

when all you see are good folks with wasting lives, what are you to do? even those who know the path towards success don't seem to pay attention to staying heading in the right direction. so you've got them imitating the ones who've gone astray, and where does that leave them? hasnt all this been said before? the man who's walking straight, or hopes to be in any case , this is the man who is looked upon as the strangest, that guy with all the hair on his face, 'what's wroong with him?' a social deadweight, a madman, an extremist, insert insult here - it's all been heard. (it's clear to him, of course, what the path is, of that he has no doubt - rather his doubts are centred around his own inability to avoid any type of mistaken self-assurance that he and only he is right, and something like that can lead him astray. however, in general, his way is the way, and his faults are his own, as everyone needs to deal with their own doings, so it is negligibl...

Isn't the imagination a fickle thing? when one wants to churn out ideas they don't come, and when one's not concentrating on having good ideas they flow, and there's no reservoir to catch them, so they drift into that endless sea of lost opportunities.. is it a testament to one's abilities; that they oscillate over time, that they depend on other things in one's life, or that there are certain actions one can perform which increase one's imaginative powers - that one can overcome the burdens of reality and produce pearls of wisdom, or perhaps filter them into a palpable, and digestible form? perhaps that sentence was too long.. does each and every person's imagination differ, and the extent to which one's imagination flows is directly related to the free-reign you give it?, or does it depend on one's 'intelligence'? perhaps both are the same thing? there are academics everywhere who could perhaps explain this away simply, but for amateur ...

'home is where the heart is', it is said. home, that ethereal, unpalpable thing, is it a place or a feeling? if your heart is in a place then does that place become your home? some say, 'where i lay my head is home' - so perhaps somewhere in between is where we should aim to be. the blessed Prophet (May Allah's peace and blessing be upon him) was forced to leave Makkah after three years of continuous persecution by the unbelievers in the city, and as he left the city for al-Madinah in Yathrib he looked back and expressed how dear the place was to his heart. yet, after ten years, when the muslims re-entered Makkah as victors, and the Ka'bah became the centre of Islam, Muhammad (May Allah's peace and blessings be upon him) decided to return to live out his days in Madinah. once you live anywhere for a period of time it becomes a home, but the place of origin always holds a special place in the heart. Allah (exalted is He) made the earth to be travelled over, ...

Evil thoughts they come - your resolve to break, Disguised lies and half-truths come from nowhere, At night when you're half 'tween sleep and awake - To lead down roads of darkness and despair. Diseased words and manifested regret, Remembered - consciously solidified. Old promises that have never been kept - Too weak to fulfill, too frightened to die. Water wont wash away those twisted fears, They remain inside like frozen, dead weight. Unmeltable, no release of warm tears, Mere loneliness for you to contemplate. Turn, repenting to the One Friend above - He is the Source of peace and endless love.