...bismillah hiRahman niRahim...
...in shahadah... bearing witness to this... moments... sand... drops of water that i tried to clutch... or never realized were streaming through y hands... that i would never get them again...
...refuted Guidance for the attraction of the rebels... of those who rebelled against their parents words ways... who didn't have parents and walked around looking for gold and fame... followed in the footsteps of the whisperer... the one who allures through cool... through swag that boldly claims godship looks for worship... idolized them... till i saw...
,,.it took a while... started turning my back at converts... away from the stage... looking at the moon and going into vinyasa... no god but God... the angels whispered...
...good and evil...
...comfort is an evil in my life... looking for safety... complacency... avoiding what needs doing... these are my shaiytans...
...yesterday i continued to go head on in this mujjahadar with the nafs of complacency of devour... of food instead of work after iftar...
...embraced the Work by not thinking about it... by doing it... transferring the oils from steeped to done... working on the intake... spending time in writing... reviewing the website with the designer...
...what i've been noticing is the vast waste of time that occurs after i lay down and hours go by and i haven't yet fallen asleep... know that i could use this time to be in yoga... and prayer... this will be the mujjahadar of today...
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