Climbing Contemplations

سفر | travel

The sun was just about to set, its orange hues spreading around with little clouds spread here and there. Beside the windowsill, sat a girl adorned in a pale blue dress. Her gaze turned towards the sky, mesmerized by the beautiful view and her lips busy in constant dhikr. 

A sudden shrill echoed through the room, her phone ringing without a break . Attending the call, the voice of her friend coming through the phone, a smile made its way to her face. 

Greetings were shared, life discussed but one thing that stuck to her was their conversation on traveling. Confined in the walls of their homes, only going out when their families called them, to go out far away from all the pressures of this dunya was one desire they commonly shared .It brought her reflections on and that night just before going to bed, she took out a book, filled with blank pages. Her hands ready to ink it with words, she set out to write.,

And thus started.. her journey to journaling 

So what if we cannot travel alone? 

This world is indeed a prison for the believers

And life in dunya just play and amusement

And to sacrifice the desires of our nafs 

For the sake of Allah azzawajal 

Was so much more pleasing

So keep your faith strong

 and your duas plentiful 

For jannah is our final abode, 

this dunya just temporary 

And the places in it nothing! 

As compared to paradise. 

Jannah; where freedom is infinite

And happiness ever lasting 

; a place so beautiful

 that our minds can never grasp

that night ,when the world was fast asleep , a girl sat on her mat her heart assured ,peace restored and love tenfolds increased for her deen and for her Rabb ,al Hakeem 🖤