Archive for September, 2013

in sajda

in sajda

i know that i do not save myself

so how can i get anything else


life is out of my control


and so is death


i am a servant

who did not choose to be born

and will not choose when, where, and how i will die


i did not fashion the canopy of trees

that dances

nor my eyes

by which i witness




a gift



miracles in every moment

causing my heart to burst

from the Promise and the Threat


i seek refuge in You from You

as my Prophet taught

upon him peace

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Dearest God, send blessings and peace upon our master Muhammad and his family

There is something I keep thinking about, and the more I think about it, the more profound and beautiful it becomes. It is the story of the first revelation. Muhammad was up on the mountain when it happened. He came rushing down to Makkah into the arms of his beloved wife of 15 years, Khadija. He was overwhelmed and afraid – a completely understandable response to what had just happened! He found comfort in his wife’s arms, and opened his heart to her.

Imagine if it happened to you. Imagine you burst in the door and told your spouse, “Cover me with a blanket!” Then you said that you had been in the presence of an angel who had delivered to you God’s Speech (kalām Allāh). You shared your awe and fear with honesty. What would your spouse say? I have to imagine that for most of us, our spouses would be highly skeptical, and rightfully so. They have lived with us for many years, and they have seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. And that is one of the reasons why I am always blown away by Khadija’s response.

Khadija did not even hesitate. She was the closest person in the whole world to the man who had just outwardly become the last Messenger of Allah to humanity. She had shared so much with him before this night. So when he shared his experience with her, she immediately said, “God will never disgrace you. You keep good relations with your kith and kin, help the poor and the destitute, serve your guests generously, and assist the deserving calamity-afflicted ones.” She bore witness to the truth of his message because she had seen the sterling example of his character year after year. She knew he would not lie. She knew he would not concoct this story for personal gain. She knew he wasn’t seeking power, wealth, or pleasure. She knew he wasn’t a delusional person. He was a person of immense character, selflessness, and intelligence, and so she immediately became the first believer in him.

How poignant it is that his wife was the first convert. What greater testimony to his character can there be than the testimony of the one who had the greatest access to who he was behind closed doors! And how poignant it is that she highlighted the following attributes of his way of being:

  • Keep good relations with your kith and kin (i.e. friends and family)
  • Help the poor and destitute
  • Serve your guests generously
  • Assist the deserving calamity-afflicted ones

The Sunnah (way/example) of the Prophet Muhammad is built on this foundation. Before he was ever a Prophet in this world, he was a man of humility, nobility and grace. Our mother Khadija has taught us about the Sunnah that came before the Sunnah, embodied in the way he lived for 15 years as a husband and father before he was called to Prophethood. She has highlighted the primary importance of being such a good person that those closest to us, including our own spouses, will testify on our behalf.

Khadija is hinting to us to be people of Muḥammadī character, so that we may be fit to understand, embrace, and realize the truths of the Muḥammadī revelation (i.e. the Qur’an and the Sunnah). She was a wife who did not need to be commanded, coerced, or duped using a religious justification; rather, she had no doubt in her heart as to her husband’s pure intentions. And Muhammad was a husband who valued his wife’s viewpoint and support so much that he relied on it to adapt to the process of becoming a Prophet. As he said later in life, “She believed in me when none else did. She embraced Islam when people disbelieved me. And she helped and comforted me in her person and wealth when there was none else to lend me a helping hand.”

Dearest God, send blessings and peace upon our master Muhammad and his family


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Leaving Alcohol

I just had two really fun weekends in a row, alhamdulillah. I laughed a lot, witnessed beauty, enjoyed good eats, and was surrounded by people I love. But what no one could know is that there is another level of gratitude that emerges on Monday morning. It is the gratitude that flows from the remembrance that I am not who I used to be.

In the past, on weekends like this, I would have craved drinking beer, wine, and whiskey to the point of intoxication. It was an aspect of my personality that emerged pretty early on in my life, and was incredibly difficult to remove. For years, the desire would well up inside me, to the point where I could not appreciate where I was or what I was doing, because what I really wanted was to get drunk. I deeply enjoyed the seductions, psychological unfoldings, and comical happenings that came with being mentally and morally loosened. I also loved the raw feeling of it, as the body became more numb to pain and yet more sensitive to pleasure at the same time.

But I left it, because that is what a Muslim is supposed to do. And I was angry at God for asking me to leave something I loved. As I mentioned in something I wrote for converts: “[they go from] being angry at God for asking them not to do something that they are inclined to do, to asking God to remove the desire for it from their life, to not doing it with great struggle, to finally being granted freedom from this particular personal failing by God’s grace.” And so on this particular Monday morning, I am reminded of the fact that the last two weekends were everything that they were without alcohol, or even the desire for alcohol. Alhamdulillah.

I am deeply grateful. I think of all the family and friends who supported me over the years in this struggle and didn’t even know that they were doing so. Their joy at living alcohol-free helped fill the emptiness I felt without it. Their ability to be around people drinking without giving in to the temptation was proof that I didn’t have to be controlled by my desire. Their lifetime of having fun and relaxing without needing chemical assistance was inspirational and comforting. If I didn’t have these people in my life, I don’t think I would have made it.Alcohol-Addiction

I am also deeply grateful that I know now, in the most visceral of ways, that I can change. There was a time when not being overwhelmed by the craving seemed impossible, especially when it became so strong that it blotted out my ability to focus on anything else. And now, as if a living miracle, that feeling is just a memory. And it is a memory usually forgotten, only occasionally unearthed on mornings like this to deepen my gratitude. It is like waking up from a dream where you made a huge mistake and everything went wrong, and you breathe an inexpressibly deep breath of freedom when you realize it was all just a dream. Every time I remember, it is like waking up all over again. Alhamdulillah.

Everyone has different struggles. I share this one because I think it is paradigmatic. The more we love something, the harder it is to give it up if necessary. Actions normally spring from desires, and when desire is strong enough, we will act even when we know we shouldn’t. The first step to victory over a desire that encroaches on God’s sanctuary of prohibitions is being able to restrain oneself physically. Just don’t go to the store and buy a bottle of whiskey. But winning the battle doesn’t mean the war is over. For many, it is still raging in our hearts, because controlling actions is easier than subduing desire. And the most valuable thing I learned from my struggle with alcohol is that I can defeat my own desires, if that is what I have to do.

One of my favorite hadiths states, “None of you will truly believe until their desire is in accordance with what I have brought.” It is a road map to becoming the person that I want to be: a man who reflects the inward and outward sunnah of the best of creation, upon him and his beloved family be blessings and peace. That is not an easy thing to do – in fact, trying to live the meaning of that hadith is the hardest thing I have ever done. And although I may not really know where I am going, or how far I will get, I’ll never forget where I have come from. The darkness in my past is how I learned that, in the words of one of those who helped me without even knowing it, “the good changes, they are a blessing. And the hard changes, they are a blessing. And the bad changes, they are an opportunity to be a blessing. God does not always give us what we want, but He usually gives us what we need, either now, or later. For now, then, I am finding new things every day to love…and hoping that insha’Allah the changes I struggle most with will in the end burn me clean and stronger than I was before.”

May Allah make the path to Allah easy for all of us, and wipe away the tears we have shed in our struggles, and may the happiest times we have ever felt on earth feel like a dream when we wake up to a world with bliss beyond description, by the mercy of the Most Merciful, amen.

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