FJ journals - The Student Blog of FJMU

We greet Ramadan. We keep fasts. It cleans our body systems. We stop lying. This makes our faith strong. We start prayers and praying. It keeps our souls pure. We prevent vulgarity. It keeps us away from casual sins. When I had heard the topic of this month, it kept circulating in me. In spite of all the above mentioned activities, am I sure of my redemption? In our daily dealings, when we start thinking ourselves as followers and others as disbeliever, we will never let our souls reach redemption. One of the commonest arguments seen is between two people that have different views about ablution. One believes that taking a bath requires no separate rituals of ablution while the other believes in separate rituals even after taking bath. He would consider the other a sinner and all his prayers and praying a waste. How can we declare hell for him when "He" says that one is going to be judged on the basis of his intentions? How can we declare hel...

He was running madly through an area full of bushes, loaded with thorns. Those thorns injured him. He started bleeding. But he continued to run.  Suddenly he woke up. He was drenched in sweat. This nightmare had been chasing him for a fortnight.  He began to realize after some time that it was not just a dream. It was something else that was disturbing him. He started focusing on the cause which was tingling his soul. Then again, after some days he saw an old man (in his dream) with long, white beard looking at him. The old man asked him, "Do you know who I am?" He was stunned. He couldn't utter a single word. Then the old man replied: "I am your soul. I am not satisfied. Please feed me with good deeds!"  The next morning, the dream flashed through his mind and he realized that the two consecutive dreams he saw were linked to each other.  That bushy and thorny area was actually his bad deeds and this world which were entang...

I saw my beloved in all I saw! True love is a divine illusion. The balmy rays of this serene sunshine lead your deserted soul to an oasis, lush with the scenery of beloved and drenched with the seraphic dew. I saw my beloved in all I saw. At times revealed, at times hidden. He was a mighty proclaimer of love. The blazing fire within him used to smile at the petty volcanoes inside me. Each day, I used to witness his restlessness to see his Loved One, yet professing that he saw the One in all he saw. The day he was granted the permission, it was I who was selected to be experimented on first and there I was; the hefty mountain was yet too delicate to behold the Light and was burnt to cinders and ashes. The blackened soot of  Toor whitened my muddy hands when I caressed its blue book. Laughed gleefully through blooming flowers. Crooned in nightingale's melodious songs. The tickling of mad sea waves at the mighty mountain ignited its fiery volcano and challenged it to ma...