Salsaabil 63 Poem@sakisabre Poem by SAKISABRE Saki

Salsaabil 63 Poem@sakisabre



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What The Nail Taught Me?
The boy always loses his temper!
His father gave him a bag full of nails and said to him,
'My son, I want you to hammer a nail into our garden fence every time you need to
direct your anger against something and you lose your temper! '
So the son started to follow his father's advice!
On the first day, he hammered in 37 nails, but getting the nails into the fence was not
easy, so he tried to control himself when he got angry!
As the days went by, he was hammering in fewer nails; and within weeks, he was able
to control himself and to refrain from getting angry and from hammering nails!
He came to his father and told him what he had achieved!
His father was happy with his son's efforts and said to him,
'But now, my son, you have to take out a nail for every day that you do not get angry!
'The son started to take out the nails for each day that he did not get angry, until there
were no nails left in the fence!
He came to his father and told him what he had achieved!
His father took him to the fence and said,
'My son, you have done well, but look at these holes in the fence!
This fence will never be the same again! '
Then he added, 'When you say things in a state of anger, they leave marks like these
holes on the hearts of others!
You can stab a person and withdraw the knife but it doesn't matter how many times
you say 'I am sorry, ' because the wound will remain! '
Deep, don't you think?
After reading this story, I kept asking myself:
Have I made any holes in the hearts of people around me?
How long have the holes been there?
How many fences have I hammered nails into?
My heart felt so sad just thinking of it!
What about you, my friends?
Do you think you have hammered some nails into someone's fence?
If you did, maybe it is time to buy them a new fence, or maybe get plaster or cement
and cover those holes!

(Story collected from Allah Karim)

2
What’s up to the King!
King Ibrahim Adham left the kingdom
Wore the torn sack
Moved here and there to catch the companion of the dreadful grave
The companion of the bed is not your companion of the dreadful grave
When none is with me then Allah is my companion.
So I want Allah and He is my maksud.
'If you give up all of you and get me then you get all
But if you get all but lose me then you lose all '
So sweet the name is Allah
One who has got the sweetness of the name he never forgets this name
Such is the case with Ibrahim Ad-ham
None would understand this love which is deep and absorbed
This love is known to him only.....
That deep and absorbed love makes him vanished with the willingness of Allah
All of me vanishes in Allah!
' Kul Lu Mun Alai ha Fan Yab-kka Waz-hu Rab-bika Zul Zalali Wal Ikram'
There was nothing like the earth. Allah has created all
One day all will be vanished. What I see they don' t have any existence
There are existing as Allah ordered.... Then one day... Allah says
' Ya Ayatuhun Nafsul Mut-ma-innah Tur- ze- ye Ila Rabbiki Rudiyatum Mur-dia Fad
Khulifi Ibadi Wadkhuli Zannati
Ah! Wat a sweet call!
what he sees?
He sees stairs of the gold, and laughs and jumps to the Creator
So La Mabuba Illal Lah.....
Only Allah is everywhere......
None is so dear as Allah is...........

Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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