"nafs" poems
Yesterday I begged of Allah
(as only the truly desperate can)
for His all-encompassing mercy;
that for whatever wrong I committed
I might find His forgiveness
to bring me back to his embrace,
away from This Cruel World.
It may be this isn’t punishment at all
but perhaps I’m not through serving my sentence
for the misdeeds of an unreined nafs
and maybe he’s not even listening
to the pittances of a ****** soul.
Oh well
As long as no one tells my mother
I’m still praying for death.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
If you become a slave of your habits, you start dying slowly. The enemy outside is less lethal than your inner self. To attain closeness with the creator, one must **** oneself in this life and this struggle is the biggest Jihad and also the very first step of Tasawwuf. The ultimate goal is to become one with the creator, the Nafs e Mutmainnah, the one who can say Ana al Haq. These steps are easy to write, beautiful to read but the hardest thing for a human being to accomplish and then maintain and in our era where we are fighting the last war against the forces which stop a person to attain this paradise on earth aka Shaitan, these hardships have reached their peak. But one must continuously strive for killing oneself and should remind oneself that we are spiritual beings on a physical journey. | Kashif Khalid | 31-10-19
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start
So change my heart please and wash the filth away
Don't leave me drowning here alone and astray.
I spent my life running away from you
And now I have no where to turn except to you
I turn to you and begging you to be saved
And change me into an obedient slave
I have been doing all my life what I craved
Shaytan and nafs have always held me enslaved
I am ashamed that I have broken your rules
Worshiped my nafs and feel an ignorant fool
But now I know the path leading me to deen
I bow to you and asking you to help me
But now I know the path leading me to deen
I bow to you and asking you to help me
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be grateful to you - change this dead heart
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be grateful to you - change this dead heart
My heart is dark and so my eyes remain dry
Hypocrisy and hubris won't let me cry
I'm at your door and begging you let me in
Don't push me back to my hopeless life of sin
I'm at your door and begging you let me in
Don't push me back to my hopeless life of sin
So change my heart and forgive my sins this day
Don't leave me drowning here alone and astray
Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start.
#junaid jamshaid
#dua
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
Aaj phir se uski yaad ayi thi, Socha ke bhool jaun use.
teergi me takhliyon me shoreeda sa baitha tha, ke us ahl-e-wafa ki awaaz kano se takrayi thi,
Shadab Agar bhoolna hi tha to ye ishq ki tabeez kiu pehnayi thi,
tu to hum-nafs tha mera to bhoolna kaisa,
kal khwaab me deedar huwa tera aankhe khuli to sirf tanhayi thi
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
Rabab baj rahi thi kahi, jaha khuda bhi naach raha tha,
Phir na jaane kaunsi yaad-e-dard baraat leke agayi.
Naghma jo lehrake aayi, banke sur-e-shahen shah,
Wo sur jo nafs se mile, to khud dard banke beh gayi.
Aye mere jaan-o-dil, jamal-e-mah suna teri nazm-e-kamal,
Hum to ro rahe hain, jab se teri lafzon, aasu ban ke beh gayi.
Andaaz mat pucho koi, apna batane layak nahi rahi,
Khair agar puch hi liya hai, to kya batayen, koi andaz hi nahi rahi.
Bata to denge hum, par koi kyun sunega,
Khair agar sun hi liya hai, to sun ke bhi kya samjhega.
Baatein to bohot hain, gar koi sunna chahe to,Par kaun sunne ke liye baitha rahe?
Khair agar baith hi gaya ** to ek be-kafan lash ka,Nazm-e-ashk bhi sun ke jao.
Ro to nahi rahe the hum, wo kam to apna lafz kar raha tha,
Achanak wo rabab yaad agayi, jis pe khuda nach raha tha.
Hum to baithe the, ab khare ** gaye,
Na jaane apna rone ki awaaz, us mehfil ko kharab na karde.
Ab mai chal raha hoon, kahi aur jaa raha hoon,
Kidhar jaa raha hoon, utna nahi pata,
Bas rabab se dur chala jaun,
Nayi mehfil sajane, udhar firse nazm-e-ashk bhi suna na hai.
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 11:21 AM UTC
life.
a hard laugh.
sincere and simultaneously.
embodying all emotions. gathering all devotions.
making loneliness meet possibilities on crossroads.
crumbling the possibilities into the facts. that's where reality resides.
yet, some of the emotions are still wanted to be exposed.
that's why humans are there for.
and even when you think you shouldn't reveal,
the nafs tickles.
love interrupts.
one who can make love live,
can make you live.
don't look. most of them are not living. they pretend to be alive for you with terms and conditions.
after all, under normal circumstances,
he who has the funeral business running
should have the greatest professional deformation.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
Men whom respect women are like diamonds in the midst of pearls and you know my heart only loves what is precious and rare
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC