Tag Archives: Paradise

Paradise-Music:

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If I’m ever given the honor of entering the Paradise, the 1st thing that I’d do is make Sujud for 1Million years…
…with my face on the floor, ever grateful to my Lord, for protecting me from my greatest and most vivid fears…

…Safety from the torment of the Fire, whose torrents blaze flesh and bone, unbearable the feeling…
…flames roasting, striking, torturing, ripping, slicing, and splitting: it will keep your head spinning…

…The coolness of the winds of the mountainous valleys, in the most pleasurable bliss, within my abode in Heaven…
…keeps me humbled that I didn’t die as disobedient to Allah, and succumbed to the punishment that goes on 24/7…

…As I dry my eyes, from all the tears I’ve cried, over the countless sins that my Lord had forgave and also overlooked…
…I remembered we all stood, waiting for the Judgement, not knowing where we’d be, thinking my goose was cooked…

…But, then, He, Ar-Rahman/The Source of Eternal-Mercy, decided to grant such a pitiful guy like me some much needed courtesy…
…He reminded me of what good I’d done solely for Him, and that was enough to be recused from an infinity of such misery…

…I had the nerve to say, “Oh, my Lord!!! Not me…I’m so not worthy!!!”…there’s no way I can possibly enter your Garden without still being dirty…
…He responded to me, “Does thou dare doubt Our Clemency?!!!”…”How doth thou believe in Us, if thou doubt Our ability to purify thee?!!!”…

…At which time I begin to sigh, at my idiotic reply, to my Lord, so Sublime…
…how dare I doubt such merciful a God; was I insane, or drunk with wine…

…At any rate, even this insult, irate, He rebukes, then, substitutes, by having Angels upon Angels drag me to the Pool of the Prophet…
…Muhammad glares at me & smiles, as I’m to be dipped in al-Hawdh, to bleach my soul, from wretched acts from the Mundane’s fret…

…As I drown in this well of favor and repentance, I’m reminded of so many things that I refused to make penance…
…However, the Lord of Lords, Allah, let it all go, just for me, because of His love for my worship, which is limitless…

…So, as I’ve risen, from Heaven’s hallowed-ground, I can hear the Green-Birds, carrying the souls of Martyrs, such sweet sounds…
…I can also hear the wailing and sorrow of those down-under: not Australia but Hell: those who lived Life without morals or bounds…

…Even though my Prayers were mediocre, my Fasting incomplete, my Pilgrimage iffy, my character questionable…
…that still didn’t prevent me from entering the best place in existence: my Lord is above all things willing and able.

Gareth Bryant/2014

Jihad is not a Bad-Word:

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Imma tell ya a story of what Jihad really is Folks: it’s not this dirty-word, that Islamophobic Birds chirp about in the Media…
…it’s something that starts from the individual, and works its way into the Public, to establish Divine-Justice, the Shari`ah…

…Each of us have plenty trials, flaws, and sins…
…but, we work hard turning our losses into wins…

…When we see deception in the Eyes, enticed by the Passion of the Flesh…
…it’s then, friends, that we rely upon Allah, to make us better than the rest…

…Everyday, I see that Girl, I just wanna make her my World…
…but, if I just sex her, she will be just another tainted Pearl…

…I must challenge my Soul, to place my Ego under water…
…press down, down, down, never let my standards falter…

…She looks at me, with all glee, and wants to kick it wit me…
…she wants to fulfill all my fantasies which aren’t my reality…

…She sees I’m striving, she wouldn’t pursue me directly…
…she says she wants to learn & she wants to attain Piety…

…But, I’m a Street-Dude and I know how this goes…
…she tries to whisper in my ear, “Nobody knows”…

But, that’s not true, the One who made me & you, surely sees what is prior & after what we do…
…You run a good-game, wit ya bad-self, I gotta fall back, you runnin’ wit Shaytan and his crew…

…When you undress, your picturesque frame keeps me in a state of disdain & I say “DAMN”…
…Now, how am I supposed to resist such a fine Woman, that I was created to love, as a Man…

…By putting my face on the floor, crying, yelling, till I collapse a Lung…
…Oh, my Lord, do not let me get caught-up, do not let me get sprung…

…You chose to make me Muslim for a reason, to withstand any season…
…to face any type of enemy, whether they be a Gang or a mighty Legion…

…But, the greatest fight, that we don’t view with insight, is with the enemy within…
…an-Nafs, the Ego, is a crafty fellow, who seems calm and mellow, but is poison…

…We boast that we can fight armies of thousands, when we cannot even turn away from that gaze…
…We claim that we “ready to die”, but is your scorecard of Life enough to protect you in the Grave…

…Please take heed: the desire for Wealth and Power, the want to have who you want, under the sheets in that midnight session…
…could very well be that which drowns your Soul, and drags it to the fiery Oceans of Hell, and no Lifeguard will take that mission…

…After which there will not be life-rafts, nor lifeboats, to bring you out, except by Allah’s Divine-Klout…
…but, who wants to go through that, wouldn’t it be better to just enter the Paradise, without account…

…We don’t think, because, we don’t know, we don’t know, because we don’t care…
…Now, unless you show concern & care, those who are like this will be in despair…

…We should want the best for the People, and also, better for ourselves…
…this involves subduing the Self, and removing all our internal carnal ills…

…So, this is Jihad, the struggle against our negative…
…Defeat is not an option, while Victory is imperative…

Gareth Bryant/2014

The Turbulence of Life:

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As the sea waves crash during our nights and days.
We dwell within our mundane, vesseled hideaways.

The torrid and torrent, toil and trial will drive each & all of us off-course.
But our navigator must be Allah’s guidance & with Him is the best force.

Because it is He who turns our ships: our physical-bodies, also our compasses: our minds & souls.
However, to get out of any storm, we need His divine-direction, or else sink, in the oceanic coves.

We must face the eye of the storm, know that it’s not really that big of a deal.
Most of anxieties we dwell on are just the tricks of the Devil, they’re not real.

He tells us, that if we go his way, there awaits an enchanting island.
But, if we go where he says, we’ll just land on a patch of dry sand.

He’ll tell us that our ships aren’t strong enough to head into the storm head-on, and we foolishly listen.
It is Allah who has warned us, against him, to be abreast of his “sweet-talk”, which is actually a poison.

We need to avoid his sirens upon the sea shores, and just keep going forward towards our destination.
The Paradise & all of its splendor are our charted course, providing we are upon constant redemption.

The Paradise is the only port where we should ever wanna dock.
Any other place will keep us trapped-up and under a heavy lock.

We must stay the course, throughout our mundane voyages, dealing with whatever challenges that arise.
For those who, so choose to, let ego & desire be their Captain & 1st-Mate, they’ll have a bad surprise.

They’ll all be led into a whirlpool of torment, where there is no escape.
They’ll be stranded on land which is full of hardship, as well as suffering.

With Allah, you could have had safety, at an isolated, and pleasant cape.
Instead, you thought you could lead yourself, and ended up with nothing.

Gareth Bryant/2012


The Reality of this Mundane-Life:

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Close your eyes and let your imagination take you away:

You’re walkin’ down a very narrow hallway. You can only move in two directions, either backwards or forwards. There’s a fire behind you that’s catching up to you, by the second. In front of you is the way outside, where you can escape this fire. However, the problem is that there’s a bunch of banana-peels on the floor & the floor is wet. Now, it’s obvious that once you start walkin’, you’re gonna bust ya keister & hit the floor.

Now, open your eyes:

So, what will ya do: Will ya just quit & let this fire consume ya, or will ya keep goin’, not stoppin’ until whatever happens happens? This is the question that we all must ask ourselves, because this is from real-life. This material existence, this earthly life, is just like a narrow hallway: Each of our hallways are at different lengths, indicating our different respective lifespans. The wet floor represents our inclination towards sins & errors, while the banana-peels represent the sins themselves.

It’s not about how many times one falls, it’s about how many times one gets back up. Regardless of how many times we fall in the hallway of life, as a result of the trials of wet floors & banana-peels of sin, we are obligated to seek repentance to Allah, that He may forgive & disregard our sins, and just keep going, walking forwards & not backwards. And, in turn, we may be able to receive Allah’s protection from this fire in the hallway, which represents the fire of Hell & be allowed to get to the end of the hallway, which represents entry into the splendor of Paradise.

Gareth Bryant/2012