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For the Pleasure of My Lord, The Prisons Come Perfumed..​
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In the Name of Allâh, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful ​



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Dear Brother, who dwells in these prisons To you I write with distresses, ​

If to Allah you hold fast Then what harm will a misfortune of time do to you? ​

Beware dear Brother, of making your corrupting your thoughts Regarding the Promise of the Deity, Mighty and Strong, ​




Verily, He has promised the Believers with Salvation As He saved Yunus from the dark depths of the belly of the Fish, ​

Dear Brother, before you, passed the ancient ones These prisons are but like those prisons, ​

Did not Yusuf dwelled in them for a phase And Musa, the tyrants threatened him with it, ​





And such was the Messenger of the Generous Deity To imprison him, the pagans plotted, ​

So my Lord saved him through his Hijrah In the company of that trustworthy friend, ​

And in their footsteps, the Believers traversed Like Ahmad, that firm Imam, ​





And likewise Ibn Taymiyyah was blessed with it In the fortress of Sham, as a prisoner he dwelled, ​


Hundreds of thousands of the True Faithful Dwelled for a time in these prisons, ​

Be not weak, dear Brother, nor lose hope When your time comes, nor submit, ​





Strengthen yourself by remembering the Deity, Most Supreme And hasten in memorizing the Manifest Book, ​

That is for your heart a secure stronghold And this is for your spirit an assisting provision, ​

These are hardships, soon they will all cease And remaining from it will be various fruits and benefits, ​






So if they intimidate you, and they threaten you Never weaken, or soften to them, ​

And even if they insult you, and they torture you And if they beat you, submit not, ​

You are not the first to be tortured For a Mighty Religion and a Manifest Legislation, ​





Nor are you alone on this Path For there are countless caravans throughout the years, ​


And if an ‘Eid passes by, and a son is born And months rotate, while you are imprisoned, ​

Do not grieve O Brother of the Righteous Ones Of departing from family and losing children, ​





And if they forbid you from their visits And likewise their letters never appear, ​


So if this is for a Lord and Religion Then where is the patience, where is the certainty!? ​

And where are your past speeches Regarding the (weight of the) Millah of that Trustworthy Messenger?! ​





That Intimate Friend went willingly To slaughter his son, a clear trial, ​

On a magnificent, noble day like today Without any anxiety, he put him down upon his forehead, ​

So my Lord saved him through His Good Will And ransomed him with a fat sheep, ​





But you, your sons are in a carefree life And diversion and amusement, and a secured home, ​

Yet you have not been asked to slaughter them Rather, merely for patience of a temporary separation, ​

For verily, they are in the care of a Merciful Lord And you are in solitude with Him and Faith, ​




For the Pleasure of a Lord and assisting a Religion Life and all children become insignificant, ​


For the Pleasure of a Lord, Mighty and Generous The prisons come perfumed, and the bitter come sweet… ​