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Ugh! Everything is HARAM in Islam.

I learned it the hard way.
I learned it the hard way.
The day I was guided in 2022, I realised important details about my life and its purpose. The greatest gift to mankind - hidayah. ✨🌸
Slowly and gradually, I tried removing the haram music, friendships, relationship, etiquettes, and a few secret aspects of my life, my Nafs (نَفْس)- an Arabic word occurring in the Quran, literally meaning "self", and has been translated as "psyche", "ego" or "soul,” tried to stop me, it was harsh and painful for me to let it all go. 

Who doesn't want to let go of all the desires we hold inside?
Getting rid of it is not something that is required of the Muslim; rather what is required of him is to refrain from using it in haram (prohibited) ways, and to use it in the ways that Allah (Glory be to Him) has permitted.

Desires are sugarcoated with fun, pleasure; delicious as the first bite of butter falky pie crust after a harsh day.

Desires capsules us on seventh heaven at the cost of emptiness of soul, depression, turmoil, and confusion. 
It's like drugs - beautiful at the present, then a longing for pleasure and hatred towards self forever.
Life becomes a continuous cycle of existence without being known, wanting to be known. 

Will it matter after 1000 years?

The point is death, which is the end of test in this lifetime. Too late to wake up from reality. 

Our soul always look for something divine for what it was created for. It is limited, yet it keeps searching for peace.
You'll lie if you say your heart is at peace with everything you have! 

Even if you've everything, you're always in search of something.
Think again!

Do you have a purpose? 
A Chair has a purpose - provide support for the seated person's body and arms, also designed for 'perching.'
The Sun - gives light, heat, and energy; I love calling it warmth of comfort.
Every single thing in the universe is interconnected with each other, and one cannot rely without other.

The sentence is completex exactly like human mind and the entire universe. But Little do we understand? 

Death is real
So is life
And, the light soul.
The emotions one feel
Neither gauge
Nor created by scientific machines
(I love Science, it explores and dive into reality).
But we choose to be blind!
Animals and mankind-
The difference 
Is 
Choice 
Consciousness
A language with tone modulation!

I love how Allah challenged Mankind to bring up something like us, we fail.

Let them then produce something like it, if what they say is true!
Or were they created by nothing, or are they ˹their own˺ creators?- Surah At-Tur

Our egos are big yet fragile, filled with arrogance. 
We tend to fall. It is never too late to get up again, this time like Peter Parker. 

I was talking about the desires.
I lose track of my conversations most of the time, exactly like the memories of my school. I hang in between
The day I got closer to Allah, satan became close to me, he tried luring me in the world of hopelessness. 
I'm still dangling in between desires and choices. I do fall back. But Allah saves me each time. 

Will it matter after 1000 years?
The eradication of soul, the stinking of our body by desires, the lies, betrayal, revenge, or hurting the other.

We won't even matter after 100 years!
Atleast, I won't. 

I'll leave knowledge to my students behind - the path of taqwa(God's consciousness), truth📖, kindness, gratitude, a big mosque with library, and school for orphans - my Mini Hogwarts.


Allah The Most Wise has promised that whoever leaves a haram, Allah The All knowing will replace it with something better. Indeed the promise of Allah is true. 🌸

After my guidance, the noor (light) held me close to the realm of serenity. I started seeing the reality hidden behind the veils of people, I witnessed friends turning into enemies (people mocked when I changed), I witnessed being blessed with more friends and the bond grew strongest. I have more shoulders to cry upon, more hug to feel, and a prayer mat where I can have the best conversation with Allah Al Wali (The Protective friend).

Leaving haram lead me to lose ungrateful people, friendship (I had friends like Gaius Julius Caesar), cheaters, liars, and gossipers.

“Damn it! Whys everything haram in islam?” I hear them screaming.
“not everything!" I smile.
"You don't have a life.”

I lost?
I lost?

I found the one who created The entire universe, Al Awwal(The First), Al Akhir (The Last), Al Wahab (The Giver of Gifts), Al Wadud (The Creator of Love), Ar Rahman (The Most Merciful) and Al Ahad(The Unique). 

Think again!



Comments

  1. Sonali DupareSeptember 28, 2023 at 12:05 PM

    It is so true 💯 everything is haram for a reason and you explained it perfectly... And that "friends turning into enemies" part is so relatable 🥺💯Allah swt knows everything, keep it up...

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    1. Munazza Fatima September 5, 2024 at 11:16 AM

      Thank you so much Lil sister ✨💜. It's a blessing to have known you!

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  2. ShiviSeptember 29, 2023 at 12:50 AM

    💛❤not sure about my purpose of life, but this piece has surely succeed in its purpose.

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    1. Munazza Fatima September 5, 2024 at 11:17 AM

      I pray you get guided for your purpose of life. Thank you so much for going through my work. I'm grateful. May God bless you with everything beautiful you deserve 🪽🪻

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