December 7, 2010

First intentions – Neeyat

Posted in Diary, I and Me at 22:51 by onlyjaded

“La Ilaaha Ill Allah u Mohammad Ur Rasool Allah”

I was born to the sound of a prayer.  “Allah u Akbar”

And to be sure, the words first taught to me once I started to speak would have been the kalima.

“There is no God but Allah and Mohammad (Sall Allah u Alaihi Wassalam) is the messenger of Allah”.

And what do I have to show for it beyond that?  Nothing but a scarred countenance a testament to my supplication to my nafs.

Today is the night of Muharram 01, 1432H, officially the start of the Muslim new year.  According to the Islamic Calendar I was born on 02 Muharram.  On the start of this new year, I received sms with the following prayer:

اللَّهُمَّ أَهِلَّهُ عَلَيْنَا بِالْيُمْنِ وَالْإِيمَانِ وَالسَّلَامَةِ وَالْإِسْلَامِ وَالتَّوْفِيقِ لِمَا تُحِبُّ وَتَرْضَى رَبِّي وَرَبُّكَ اللَّهُ
“O Allah, let this moon (month) pass over us with blessings, Iman, safety, and in the belief of Islam. Grant us the ability to act on the actions that You love and Pleases You. (O moon) My Lord and Your Lord is Allah”. 

(Hisnul Hasin from Ibn Habban)

I know I have prayed for this new year to be a beginning of a life where my supplication is just to the will of Allah.  Ameen.

This is just my first intention of a first step.


  1. asqfish said,

    May Allah reward you, guide you and take you from words to realization and actions! May He be with you always!

  2. unaiza nasim said,

    Ameen to your duas.
    May Allah forgive us all for the sins that were done intentionally and unintentionally. Amen
    The bond between Allah and a human being is amazing. He talks to you and He does that even when no one’s around.
    The other day I was down with flu wanted to talk to my mom, shes in Makkah for haj, I couldnt reach her.
    I called my dad in Khi, he didnt attend my call.
    I felt really low and then suddenly it sparked to talk to Allah and he replied back, like always.
    How he talks is a feeling that you get without words of symapathy but its felt deep inside and leaves you contended.

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