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The Purpose of Optimism

Optimism is a virtue of the righteous believer. Being optimistic is to be hopeful and confident about what the future holds. We have been given so much in the past and present that it’s strange how we can still be pessimistic about our future provisions. We have been granted working limbs, an education and sustenance. If we were to try and count all the blessings from Allah, it would take more than the rest of our lives. Yet sometimes, when we feel disappointed by something that happens in our life,...

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The Jester

Nothing comes, nothing comes like the setting of the sun, like a song already sung, nothing comes, nothing comes. Still he stands there, getting redder as the silence starts to fester. Still sad silence from the jester: nothing comes, nothing comes. People wait and watch and grumble as the jester starts to mumble lines of lyric, lines of woe, to himself as if a fool, yet nothing real and nothing new; nothing comes. No one talks and no one speaks. The jester’s bells just barely squeak, protesting silence at...

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The Eye of the Artist

She sees herself in black and white: No vibrant hues, no trace of life. No shade, no texture, spark of hope Just insufficient paint-brush strokes The centering is off, the nose misplaced– It hangs off in a sorry state. The eyes too small, too dull, too lidless, Narrowed, lashless, doleful, listless A mouth too pinched, too hard a line, Crooked, bent, a river of wine The rough skin covered in craters and scars, A moonscape, crumbling, a palace of stars Dull hair, sparse locks, thinly drawn, Miserly strokes, artlessly...

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I Run

Atop a shaky mountain, I placed a burden. Oh what a sin, what a sin I have done. When will is weak and heart is hardened, Back to my Lord must I run, shall I run. Far in the distance, far from never ending toil, Far into fields where no soul may find me, I run unprepared, barefoot against damp soil, Leaving the shaky mountain behind me. On a twig, I stumble, I tumble, I fall Face first into the dirt where I belong. I cannot stop now, farther, farther I crawl...

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Don’t Inform Me

This is a rant. This is a rant of a young man angry at the age he lives in. In this anger, there is not harshness; rather it is an anger of understanding. An understanding of the age that I live in. And the age that I live in is the age of information. Information blasts our eardrums, stimulates our pupils, and invades our brains each second of our days. Dazed, we take in all we can from each screen presented to us: the TVs and the PCs, the...

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Evaluating Our Character

In life, we grow comfortable with ourselves and feel satisfied by our present character. This is not the kind of satisfaction that is enjoyed when we perform a good deed sincerely for Allah’s Pleasure or when we see the effects of our hard work; rather, it is the excessive satisfaction that is experienced when we delude ourselves into thinking that our personalities are no longer in need of improvement.  No one is perfect (and we won’t ever be) but we can improve ourselves by following the best example of...