سب گناھوں کا غبار دھلتا جاتا هے
اس کے افضال کا اک باب کھلتا جاتا هے
میرے آقا کے لبوں سے جو هوتا هے ادا
ھر اک حرف دعا میں ڈھلتا جاتا هے
بیعت کا جو منظر هو ٹی وی پے نشر
روح میں ایک پنڈال سجتا جاتا هے
چشم نادم سے رواں هر اک قطره
بار عصیاں جو دوا بنتا جاتا هے
بیچ کر تیرے هاتھوں رضا اپنی
هر بھٹکا هوا سنبھلتا جاتا هے
روحانیت سے سجے ان لمحوں کے طفیل
خوف ابلیس گمان سے ٹلتا جاتا هے
دھو کے دل کو اپنے هر سال بیعت سے
هر احمدی خدا سے رابطه بڑھاتا هے
Sab Gunahon ka ghubar dhulta jata hai
Uskay afzaal ka ik baab khulta jata hai
Myry Aqa k labon sy jo hota hai ada
har ik harf dua man dhalta jata hai
Ba’ait ka jo manzar ho tv pay nashar
Roah main ik pindal sajta jata hai
Chashm e nadim sy rawan hr ik qatra
Baar e isyan ko dava banta jata hai
Beach kar teray hathon raza apni
Har bhatka hua Sambhalta jata hai
Rohaniyat sy sajay in lamhon k tufail
Khoaf e ibles guman sy talta jata hai
Dho k dil ko apny har sal ba’ait say
Har Ahmadi khuda say rabata barhata hai
Ramazan, the month of fasting, is just around the corner. It is the time of the year when you can find everyone around you trying to act upon this order of Quran:
” فَاسْتَبِقُوا الْخَيْرَاتِ”
This Holy month hold so many blessings in it. To get more out of it, we need to first look into what are those things which need our attention and then organize them in a form of Ramazan Resolution.
As we know that Ramazan holds its importance in Islam for being a month during which Quran was revealed on Holy Prophet s.a.w. So first priority should be given toward the recitation of Holy Quran. If you recite 4-5 pages regularly after every Salat you would be able to complete one recitation easily.
Nowadays Islam is known to people because of extremism. In order to prove these allegations wrong, we ourselves need to learn those teachings of Holy Prophet s.a.w that are the essence of teachings of Islam. There is no other better way to do this but by learning 40 Hadiths, i.e 2-3 every day from “Chayhal Hadiths” by Mir M.Ishaq Ahmad Sahib. If you want to learn 40 hadiths with in-depth analysis of them you should read Chalees Jawahir paray by Hazrat Mirza Bashir Ahmad sahib R.A. چالیس جواہر پارے
30 days are more than enough to adopt a habit or to change a routine. If you are irregular in offering 5 prayers regularly Ramazan is the best time for you to change it. Make a Salat Calendar and mark your prayers on it regularly.
Being a follower of Sultan Ul Qalam A.S, i.e Promised Messiah A.S, you really need to make your weapon of knowledge and reasoning powerful by reading his writings. Hazoor atba has advised us to read “Philosophy of Teachings of Islam”. To make this learning fun you can also participate in our Ramazan Quiz where we have included this book in our Quiz as well. follow @RamzanQuiz on Twitter to know more about it.
So these are the basic outlook of the things that should be your focus during the holy month of Ramadan. To make it more fruitful you should also make a schedule for using social media apps. That way Ramazan will also be helping you in reducing the addiction of these sites.
If you have vacations from your work or your college you have a perfect chance of doing an Aytaqaf. There is no better way to get closer to God than Aytaqaf. You can also formulate a plan for that as well as I did last year which you can read here: “10 days of spiritual rendezvous with Allah”
above all, you should try to work for the betterment of your own self or for self-reformation. Hazoor atba has advised us about that many times. (Self Reformation friday sermon )
Write a letter to Hazoor atba in every ashra. Tell him about your progress and your Resolution.
Utilize maximum time in remembering Allah and praying for the peace and betterment of mankind.
Now by the end of this post, I hope you have a clear idea of how to formulate a Ramazan Resolution. May Allah Almighty enable us to earn as many blessings as we can from this Holy Month. Ameen
پشیمان جب بھی پیاسا
اس کے در پہ جاتا هے
رحمت کا لیئے وه پیالا
بھر بھر جام لٹاتا هے
موڑ کے هواؤں کے رخ
ابر کرم برساتا هے
میرا مولا سارے میرے
بگڑے کام بناتا هے
گرمی افلاک کی لو سے
اس کا سایہ بچاتا هے
راستوں کے سبھی کانٹے
اس کا فضل ہٹاتا هے
نور کی اک دھار سے وه
گھر اپنا دکھلاتا هے
میرا مولا سارے میرے
بگڑے کام بناتا هے
در اک بند هو جاۓ اگر
سو نئے کھلواتا هے
بکھرے هوۓ سب پتوں کو
هوا کے دم پے اڑاتا هے
پھولوں کی مهک سے وه
آنگن کو مسکاتا هے
میرا مولا سارے
میرے بگڑے کام بناتا هے.
Pasheman jub bhi payasa
Uskay dar par jata ha
Rehmat ka liay wo payala
Bhar bhar jam lutata hai
Moar k hawaon ka rukh
Abr e karam barsata ha
Mayra Mola Saray myry
Bigray kam banata hai
Garmi e aflaq ki lu sy
Uska saya bachata ha
Raston ky sabhi kanty
Uska fazal hata’ta ha
Noor ki ik dhar sy wo
Dar apna dikhlata ha
Myra mola saray mayry
Bigray kam banata ha
Dar ik band ho agr
Su na’ay khulwata ha
Bikry huay sub paton ko
Hawa k dam pay urata ha
Pholon ki mehak sy wo
Angan ko muskata ha
Myra mola saray myry
Bigray kam banata ha.
This is the story of Aylan Kurdi the 3 years old Syria kid who drowned in the sea and his body was found on the shore. But the story basically represents the condition ad thinking of every Syrian child who wants nothing but a safer place to live with his friends and family.
“Shone for Nothing”
– In complete darkness suddenly there’s thunder and lightning, a boat could be seen trying to make its way through the violent waves while carrying its passengers. Lights turn on.
Among other people and boy could be seen sitting while holding its mother’s arm. Fear had already taken over the thoughts of everyone which their faces are mirroring.
Boy (terrified): how long will it take? When will we reach our home?
Mother (striking his hair): I don’t know exactly but don’t worry that will be a better and safe place for you.
Boy: Safer than our home?
Mother: Yes safer than your home, we will make a new home there, will buy toys for you and you will get to go to school as well.
Boy: would Ali and Omran be there?
Mother: no, maybe soon. But you can make new friends there.
Boy: But I don’t want new friends. Ali and Omran were to show me their new football. Are the people at “the better place” affable?
Mother: yes they are, (to herself) that’s all we are hoping for.
( Thunder and lightning, the boy get scared and hold his mother more tightly the mother try to calm him down by singing the famous Syrian lullaby:
” Lail-a tanam
The boy loses the grip)
Boy (calm but curious): Mother?
Boy (pointing towards the sky): when would we be able to see the stars?
Mother: when the storm will be over
Boy: But why is it taking too long?
Mother: don’t worry, when the tunnel is dark, only then you can see the light at the end. That light keeps us alive.
Boy: Stars have the light too. I want to be a star. I want to be up there, high in the sky, you know why?
Boy: so that the good people could see me when I will be up there shining brightly they could see me and save me from “the bad people”.
Mother (smiling): (to her) people don’t look up to the sky unless they are surrounded by darkness.
(Silence again followed by a strong and loud thunder and lightning. waves shaking the boat violently. loud screams and a sudden darkness.)
(When lights turn on, few people with life jackets on could be seen floating in with drowned boat’s wrecks.
Mother: (sobbing and screaming) “Aylan, Aylan?”
Seashore with Aylan’s body. Mother (dressed as a spirit) standing at the corner of the stage looking at the body in complete distress.
Mother: *sigh* a better place? (Sobbing) “Up there”? So that people can see you? hunh. My child my star, a little has changed after you. I see countries who build walls and other don’t want us. You shone for nothing. Your brother shone for nothing. We shone for nothing. Like Aylan, many Syrians who chose to leave end up washed away on foreign shores. And those who do end making the journey to safety sometimes end up witnessing the ugly face of intolerance and bigotry. Is this what he wanted to shine for? Is this what he wanted to be a star for? He doesn’t want his place in headlines but he wants the answer.
نہ دور هوں
پر نور هوں
تیری رضا میں هے بقا
تیری لقا روح کی شفاء
ان منزلوں کی سرد هوا
تیری اور لے جاۓ یوں بھگا
نہ غم رهے
نہ خار هو
میرا مولی میرا یار هو
میرے درد میں سہار هو.
Na doar hon
Pur noor hon
Roah ki shifa
In manzilon ki Sard hawa
Teri aour lay jay Youn bhaga
Na gham rahy
Na khar ho
Myra mola myra yaar ho
Myry dard main saha’r ho..
حوصلے اور خواهشیں
آس اور شکایتیں
رات اور صبح کا شور
خار و گل و بلبل و مور
تشنگی کی ندی
غموں کی اک صدی
فرقت و الفت کا ساتھ
هے عجب قسمت کا هاتھ
پستیِ رفعت غم
فتحِ شکستہ دل
هیں عجب دل کے یہ حال
حد و حکمت سے دور
قلب و ذہن کا فتور
راستے کے سبھی خار
هو کہ غم سے آشکار
کوچہ دل کے باب
زندگی کے عجیب راگ..
Hoslay aur khwahishen
Aas aur shikayaten
Raat aur subh ka shor
Khar o gul o bulbul o moar
Tishnagi ki nadi
Ghamon ki ik sadi
Furqat o ulfat ka sath
Ha ajb kismat ka hath..
Pasti e rifat e gham
Fatah e shikasta dil
Halat e iztirab
Hein ajab dil k yeah haal..
Had o hikmat say doar
Qalab o zayhan ka fator
Rastay k sabhi khar
Ho k gham sy ashkar
Kocha e dil k yeh baab
Zindagi k ajeeb raag…
“Language of Love”
She hastily took a piece of paper with a sandwich in it and ran toward the door. Stopping for a while, trying to put on her shoe she glanced over the words carved on a wall hanging. After successfully putting on her shoes she rushed toward the door. It was not for the first time that she was getting late for her job. She nearly ran toward the corner of the street, from where her van used to pick her up. It was a pleasant morning. The Sun was trying to make its way through the clouds while the wind didn’t seem to help him since it blew the clouds back. Everyone was in a hurry; few were rushing towards their offices while others were accompanying their children on the way to their school. The Chirping of the birds was overcome by the sound of traffic horns. It’s the time of the day when everyone is excited about the upcoming adventures of the day.
As she was having her breakfast while waiting for her van she saw a beautiful little girl in a school uniform standing near her. The girl was looking at her as if she knew her. Suddenly a school van stopped near that little girl and the girl rode away. Eliza became curious and delighted at the same time at the act of that little girl. In the meanwhile, her van arrived and she started her journey toward her office.
The next day as Eliza arrived at the bus stop a bit earlier, she noticed the girl standing there again and looking at her with the same glow in her eyes as it was there a day before. Eliza smiled back at her and she could see the joy on the girl’s face. Eliza felt contented as she became the reason of someone’s smile.
Now, this event became a part of her daily routine. Eliza was always there waiting for her and she started arriving a bit earlier at the spot in order to see the joyful face of the girl. This routine continued every day except on the weekend.
One Monday as Eliza arrived at the Bus stop she noticed the girl standing there at the side of the road where Eliza used to wait for her van. And today she was there with her mother. Eliza greeted her mother and smiled as usual at the girl and both left for their respective destinations.
Next day when Eliza arrived at the spot the girl was not there. She became worried about her, but there was not a single way to communicate with the girl or to know the reason of her absence. That was the day when Eliza realized that, that little girl had changed everything about her. She used to be the girl who never cared about anything and anyone but that single smile of that little girl meant everything to her. That smile let her forget her worries. A Smile is itself a therapy when it casts its spell, it breaks all other magic.
On the very next day as Eliza went to the spot she was delighted to find the girl there already waiting for her anxiously. As she approached her she asked her mom about her absence and her mother replied that”Muskan was ill so she took a leave”. “Muskan”, Eliza recalled, “So that’s what her name is, as pleasant as her cute little self”, refreshing smile illuminated her face. That day she felt a strong desire to talk to her and to know more about her.
She tried to accomplish that goal a few days later as upon seeing the girl she greeted her but in response, the girl spoke nothing and smiled. After thinking for a while she again asked Muskan about her school, in order to start a conversation, but she didn’t reply instead she stood still looking at her. Eliza changed the question and asked her about her favorite cartoon character but still Muskan, with her “Muskan on” replied nothing. That made Eliza curious and worried at the same time. She sat before the girl looking at her for a while.
As she stood up Muskan’s mother approached here. Before she could say anything a tear rolled on her cheek. “Muskan really likes you, She always waits for you before she could leave for school.”, “But Why, I mean, I never talked to her, Is there any reason for it?” Asked Eliza curiously.
“Yes there is, and it’s the smile, whenever she smiles at you, you always smile back at her.”, Eliza looked at the girl who was still smiling, “But why she never spoke” asked Eliza, “Because”Muskan’s mother replied with a sigh “She cannot hear, nor speak, she is deaf and a mute”.
Eliza was startled! Eliza never talked to her never ever communicated with her but then how could she think her to be the only one who could understand her. Muskan’s mom deduced her thoughts and taught her something she didn’t know and she never considered, “there are many people around the world who cannot understand your language but it doesn’t mean you cannot communicate with them. You can easily communicate and make them understand if you know the language of love, kindness, and affection. And that is the only reason Muskan without knowing what you are saying, can still understand you. Sometimes being deaf is a blessing as words hurt more but knowing to communicate in a language of love is more than a blessing. And as love begets love, both of you are blessed,” Muskan’s mother continued to speak while all Eliza could recall were the words carved on that wall hanging near her front door, which for the first time were making sense to her “Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love”.
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