The stranger is not the stranger..............

Dear brothers and sisters
Salam alaikum.
Last week my brother in islam emailed me to complain about the difficulties that he has gone through .He quoted , It is hard being a good muslim in the west because around every corner is Haraam but I am thankful and will always be thankful to be a Muslim it is the greatest blessing in the world. I am still struggling to be the best Muslim and follow in the way of the Prophet (PBUH). I constantly ask Allah(SWT) to help me erase the evil within my own Nafs and protect me from the Shaaytan but it is a constant struggle........... need Allah(SWT) to turn my heart and make me steadfast to the Deen, and I need sustenance and independence. I had a job but I was ungrateful and quit and I think Allah(SWT) is teaching me a lesson that I shouldn't of quit and I need to be grateful for every blessing. I just need to be a better Muslim,

Let me remind you and i of the content of this poem written by the grand son of imam Ali may ALLAH be pleased be with and all prophet successors and his companions;


The stranger is not the stranger to Yemen or Shaam [Syria]

But the stranger is the stranger to the grave and the coffin

Verily the stranger has rights for his absence

Over the residents of the dwellings & homelands.

Don't chase away the outlander in his state of unfamiliarity

For time is also chasing him with hardship & distress

My travels are far and my provisions will not suffice me

My strength has weakened and death is calling unto me.

I still have sins which I know not of

Allāh knows of them; those made in secret & in manifest

How merciful has Allāh been to me by giving me respite

And I have increased in sins but Allāh has always shielded me

The hours of my days pass by without regret

No crying, no fear, no sadness

I am the one who closes the doors with fatigue

On disobedience, & The Eye of Allāh watches over me…

O that which was written in a moment of heedlessness

O the sorrow which remains in my heart is burning me.

Leave me to bewail myself and weep

And pass the time in sadness and remembrance.

Leave off your Blaming of me O you who do so…

If you were but to know my situation you would have excused me…

Let me cry out tears that have no ending to them

For there will be no lesson that will set me free

It is As though I am with that family, laying…

Upon the mattress with their hands turning me over.

And they came to me with a doctor that he may cure me…

But of today I think not that medicine will benefit me..

My sufferings increased and death began to pull at me…

From every vein, without ease or comfort…

My soul was then removed from me with a gurgle…

And my saliva became bitter at that point…

They then shut my eyes and left me…

After a long moment of despair… they hurried to the purchase of the shroud

And he who was dearest to me got up in a hurry…

To summon the person who was to wash me…

He said: O my people we have attained a washer who is skillful,

Clever, bright & intelligent…

So then one of the men came and removed my clothing…

He undressed me and uncovered my body…

They then placed me on top of a board

And the sound of water above me, [the water that] began to clean me

He poured the water on top of me and washed me…

Three times, before calling out to the people for the shroud…

They shrouded me in a sleeveless garment…

And my provisions became the balm in which they embalmed me

They bore me towards my journey out of this world, oh how sorrowful!

Will be this journey for which I have no provisions to take along with me?

Upon their shoulders, they carried me, Four…

Men, and behind me are those who come to bid me farewell

They set me before the mihrab then turned away from me

Behind the imām they went and he prayed on me then bade me farewell

They prayed over me a prayer consisting of neither rukoo' nor sujood

Asking that Allāh may have Mercy upon me.

They lowered me into my grave slowly

And one of them came forward to place me in the lahd

He raised the garment from my face to gaze upon me

And the tears spilled from his eyes awashing me

Then he stood, honoring me, firm and resolute

And lined the bricks on my body then left me

And he said “Throw the dirt upon him and reap

The great rewards from Ar-Rahmaan, the Most Gracious”

In the darkness of the grave, no mother is there nor

Is there an affectionate father, or a brother to comfort me

Alone… The only inhabitant of the grave, oh how sorrowful!

Am I on parting the world bearing no deeds to provision me?

And a sight which beheld my eye struck terror into me.

From a place of terror it came and startled me…

Munkar and Nakeer, what shall I say to them?

The thought of them strikes terror into me, it causes me fear

And they made me to sit and put forth their questions

I have none other than You now, O Lord, to deliver me!

So bestow upon me from Your Mercy, O Lord, how I hope in You!!

For verily I am fettered in my sins, I am confined by them

The relatives have divided my wealth amongst them after leaving me.

And my sins are now upon my back, burdening me

My wife has taken another husband in my place

And she has appointed him as overseer over my wealth and my home

She has made my children into servants to bid unto her needs

And my wealth has become to them a worthless means of enjoyment

So let not this World and its adornments deceive you.

And look at its [evil] effects in your family and homeland

And look at the one who collects the wealth of this Dunya in abundance

Will he depart from this world bearing other than the death shroud and balm?

Take from the dunya that which suffices you and be contented with that

Even if you were to have naught but good health

O you who sows good, you will reap the fruit of your efforts.

O you who sows evil you will find yourselves overcome with grief

O soul of mine, abstain from sinning and attain instead

Deeds which are beautiful, for which Allāh may be merciful towards me

O soul of mine, Woe upon you! Turn towards your lord in Repentance, and do that which is good

So that you will be recompensed after your death with that which is delightful

Lastly sending prayers upon the Chosen one, Our Sayyid (leader)
All praise is unto Allāh, May he fill our days and nights with that which is Good, with forgiveness