tulaib zafir

ہمنوا میں بھی کوئی گل ہوں کہ خاموش رہوں؟
جرأت آموز میری تابِ سخن ہے مجھ کو۔۔۔

I met the Prophet ﷺ in a dream, he sat under his dome.
He smiled and he said to me, “Beloved, welcome home.”He beckoned me to sit with him, my knees joined with his knees.
He saw my eyes had filled with tears and asked me, “What caused these?”But in my sorrow, in my awe, I could not say a word.
And though my lips did fail to speak, the Prophet ﷺ my heart heard.He heard the cries of anguish there, he heard the grief therein.
He heard my utter self-contempt for living life in sin.He saw my life had gotten tight, he saw I even knew
the remedies to all my pain, and what I had to do.He saw that ‘twas my lack of will that held me back thus far,
that people had condemned me to the fate of the fujjār.He said to me quite lovingly, “But are you not aware?
A sinful servant of Allah must never feel despair.Despite the sin, no matter which, Allah exonerates.
With tawbah, ḥasanāt increase, the scale of sins abates.The criminals, the negligent, the broken-hearted too,
Regardless of their years of sins or whether just a few.His Mercy and Forgiveness both extend to all of those,
He will forgive! He will forgive despite Abū Dharr’s nose!”

We meet this day of Reckoning,
Opposing sides of Court,
Look at these angels beckoning
With all whom you consort.This is a game of confidence,
A game of clashing tales.
It matters not, your prominence,
When confidence thee fails.Conjecture does no good Today
For history is shown.
Each moment shall your limbs relay,
Your lips, they shall be sewnThe confidence with which you all
Laid judgment upon me
Is now the source of your downfall
On this day of Decree.The certainty which you once held
Exists not anymore,
Long gone the surety that dwelled
Within you once before.There's nothing left of me save bones,
You ate my flesh and rot.
Today your reckless tongue atones
For what your heart forgot.The others wonder why they're here,
"We never said a word!"
Nor did you show an ounce of care
To counter what you heardOppressors and the tyrants too,
Do not think God neglects.
For on this day, friends, each of you
Belongs to both these sects.

Each claim of lasting love is nothing but a lie.
Each burning star above will fade and surely die.Each compliment they gave and every word of praise,
Each bond they built for months or years, they set ablaze.How can they justify the social exile?
Is anyone deserving of an act so vile?Was Khālid not accepted in with open arms?
Was Waḥshī also not forgiven for his harms?Was Abū Ḥafṣa not excused for causing strife?
Was Ibn-u Mālik also then ignored for life?Such judgments passed without a where or what or who,
Away have passed the days of fa-tabayyanū.Due process now reduced to just a couple posts,
Experience means little now, we trust in ghosts.Are you afraid of figments that are bought and sold,
To give this up because of something you were told?Before you choose the path of kadhib just beware,
A judgment day is coming and I'll meet you there."Man iddaʿā, man ankar," these were things once said.
Perhaps Nietzsche was right, perhaps then God is…

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