The enjoyment one experiences in the remembrance of Allah, that moment…Ah! Is so pleasurable! Whereas the time wasted in the disobedience of Allah, be it staring at strange women, or any other sin, that time is indeed the worst time of one’s life. During those moments, the anger of the Creator rains upon the sinner, the angels curse him and even that woman towards whom he looks with evil intentions, also rebukes him; that after having adopted the appearance of an Aalim, and  having kept a beard, yet he still gapes at me. Adultery and Allah’s curse drip from his eyes. O friends, the sum total of our lives is that we sacrifice it in the love of Allah!

?? ????? ???? ?? ??? ?? ??? ???

?? ???? ???? ?? ???? ??? ???

“Those delicate moments, O Allah, during which we sacrifice for You, Akhtar is prepared to sacrifice everything to acquire those moments.”

O my friends, this poem of mine have been said with deep feeling. My poetry is not made-up, rather it is the translation of the love I feel for Allah, which emits in poetic form.

I shall continue trying to conceal my feelings in the form poetic words.

Understand well, that these poems translate the love and feelings I have for my Creator.

?? ????? ???? ?? ??? ?? ??? ???

?? ???? ???? ?? ???? ??? ???

“Those delicate moments, O Allah, during which we sacrifice for You, Akhtar is prepared to give everything to acquire those moments.”

Those moments spent in the obedience of Allah, only those moments are valuable. Ask the one who knows that his Creator is pleased with him, what is his enjoyment! He who works to please Allah, Allah blesses him with such enjoyment, that even if he was made to lie on thorns, he would still smile. As for the one who, due to his evil, Allah has decided to leave depressed, even if he were to lie amongst flowers, then too he would find no enjoyment, and would rather prefer suicide.

The one who has attained Allah’s happiness, through his efforts to please his Creator, even if he were to be forced upon thorns, then too he would experience pleasure, since in his heart Allah has created a garden. Thorns may prick him from the outside, but his heart enjoys the pleasures of a garden. And, then there are those most unfortunate souls, who after being given the opportunity to remain amongst flowers, still chose to prick themselves with thorns. 

?? ?????? ??? ?? ?? ?? ?? ????? ??? ????

??    ??????    ??    ???    ????    ??????    ??    ???

“As long as the heart remained a garden, spring shot forth from everything. But when the heart became barren, the entire world lost its luster.”