Left ajar, it gets rusted
Kept high, it becomes glinted.
Deep in the very cistern of the heart
Manifested by acts of the body,
clear-cut
I longto have it running in my lungs.
Sparkling, dazzling, candling like
brine.
Refinery for the soul, distillery for
the faith and sublime
Uplifts a wretched soul to a level so
benign
Not obtained by race, color, creed nor
tribe
Rather bestowed unto a nafs by
Al-Rahman the most high
He who has it is the greatest amongst
you
As the Quran said “Inna Akramakum inda
llaahi atkaaakum”
At-taqwa, the prophet said “fee
suduurikum”
Further hinted by a hadith that is pabulum
That inna llaaha laaa yanzuru ilaa
ajsaamikum
Neither suwarikum rather deep down the
kullubikum
(Allah looks at the intent and not the
form)
Without Taqwa, our Islam will fall and
scatter
For the lack of it, Iman will sink
into Nima gutter
Without Taqwa evil will enslave man
In its absence, our soul will be wan
like grains of sand
Without Taqwa, the might of our deen
will be undone
For its beauty Rabbi Zidnii
I crave for more laa tanqusnii
TAQWA, we need for Janna
For that is the absolute Ni’ma
Polished with Allah’s Rahma
Wa man yaqul inniswagiiru asbiruu
Hattaa akhaafu llaaha heena akbaruu
Fa inna zaaka garrahu ibleesu
Faqalbuhu muugaffalun matmuusii
(He who says let me grow before I gain
Taqwa,
has his soul taken by Shaitaan, the
accursed animal)
Wa tub ilaa mawlaaka yaa insaanu
Min qabli an yafuutaka zamaan.
(Repent unto your lord O’ slave before
you are lowered into your grave
And have no one to blame on the
blameless day)
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