Nostalgic with the temporal ..

Nostalgia hovers over the skies like a bad after taste, waiting to be washed down with memories of lullabies that tune out the harshness that leave your heart sunken cold. Our desire to feel connected to a community, the feeling of belonging leaves us uneasy and nauseous to permanencies of new territories. We hop on forth from place to place, attaching our selves in bubbles of laughters, warmth and even pain. We yearn for a connectedness in bodies with souls once met in lifetimes far away from here. Our yearning to be idealized in frames that portray our self-maintained and constructed Self, loses its very meaning in the illusions we hold when forcing on masks unlike what mirrors our inner beings.

Nostalgia tells us of another time when things were a little better, a little brighter, and a lot like home. But what is home if not engulfed in the heart, if not encapsulated in the moments that we share with one another. My problem with nostalgia is that it occupies our present moment, leaving us missing out on what is, because of what was. Nostalgia tells me that things tasted a little sweeter in times that occupied spaces before this one. Nostalgia reflects on memory dependent on a period so limited, the self is misled to realize that our time now is only temporal. Our infinite moments await what today writes for tomorrow. Yet, our infinite moments may suffer because of our inability to face up and walk against the norm ... or celebrate because a little sacrifice and devotional givings.

Our nostalgia should be for a time that stands tall in the finality of our existence. A longing for being. A need to be with the essence. A reminiscence in returning to Him.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un ( إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعونَ ) Quran, Sura Al-Baqara, Verse 156 

Reflections of the Almighty.

After visiting the Kaaba, one cannot help but reflect on the Greatness and Almightiness of God. This post speaks of the emotional magnitude that overwhelms one when really contemplating and reflecting on Allah, Subhanahu wata3ala.
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We cannot fathom what lies in the valleys of this pathway, that which ends with the promises that have been foretold to us by He who Has Created and Destined all things. We walk through our days with utter hypocrisy to what bequeaths us internally and what embodies our tenacious forms externally. In grasping knowledge filled in deep vast oceans, we will never suffice our minds with what it can only contingently hold; knowing that in the palms of His Mastery we are nothing, but weak slaves, quested to simply breath to please His Almighty Magnificence.

How do we stand, facing our souls in the mirrors of our hearts, where we will never be free until we completely and sincerely submit to His Divinity? Yet, how are we able to do that when all we are consumed with is the egoic drive that speeds our minds within a perplexed battlefield that consume our beings with imposed expectations of our sedated secularized societies.

It is only in the face of loss, the realities of death and the end of what holds dear in the temporal moments of these days, that we are careful to err, more conscious to speak and begin to repeatedly remember the Creator in His Utmost Magnificence.

We are lost in the desires of highs and lows that form our bodies and minds with molded conceptions of what defines our selves through material gains and losses, subjective titles, enforced hierarchies of subjugated beings and inner ascension or deficiency of our spiritual standings with His Almighty.

We fail to discipline our caprice due to poor control and order to frame our limitations to that of foreverness of His unfathomable promised Afterlife.

And in all ways to define our relations to Him, we can never come close to comprehend our value, in it’s tiniest form until we are faced with the end of the road, the final steps, the last breaths ..

In all feelings and emotions that could be imagined when held to His Divinity, we lose ourselves, absenting words, shedding our skins of any clothed masks of our Selves, and are left to simply be ... bare