Iman means faith. Mufassal means detailed. Iman Mufassal means detailed faith.
Amantu billahi wa malaikatihi wa kutubihi wa rasulihi wal yawmil akhiri wal qudri khairihi wa sharrihi minallahi ta'la wal ba'si ba'dal maut.
I believe in--
1. Allah The first ascept of Iman is to have faith in Allah. Allah Almighty is the key to Iman. We shall believe in Tawhid i.e. the oneness of Almighty Allah. He is the One and Only. He has many beautiful names and attributes.
2. His angels Angels are the special creations of Allah. They are made of Nur (light). They are always engaged in saying Allah's Zikr and Tasbeeh. They are innumerable. They do nothing without Allah's order.
3. His Divine books All of the heavenly books revealed by Allah are known as Allah's Kalam i.e. messages. Al Quran is the best and the last of all these Divine books.
4. His messengers Almighty Allah sent innumerable prophets and messengers throughout the ages for guiding the mankind. They introduced Allah to mankind.
5. Akhirat (Day of Judgement) The life in this world is not the end for human beings. Life hereafter is Akhirat. This starts just after death. Human beings will enter Heaven for their good deeds and hell for the bad ones.
6. Taqdir (Fate)- good fate and bad fate are given by Allah Everything is predestined by Allah. Almighty Allah Himself is determiner of Taqdir.
7. Resurrection after death Allah will make everyone alive again after death. During that day everybody will be assembled in the field of Hashar and accounted for all wordly activities.
Soooo......after thinking for a long time I finally got an idea of what should I write!
So as Ramadan is coming.... I'll write about it.
Ramadan is my Favourite Islamic Month. It's really special cuz the Quran was revealed in this month. I started fasting from 2019 I guess so when I was 11. At that time I kept 11 fasts....Last year --- 12.
This year let's see how many fasts I will be able to keep.
BTW my b-day is also on Ramadan(24th April)....It's like a dream come true.
We fast on Ramadan to understand how poor people feel when they don't get food. So this Ramadan.....Spread happiness
The first person in the poem is a father whose son is in coma and will never be able to talk or walk again. He will be awake, but won't be able to move. The oxymoron comes in the "resting winds". His father asks him if he should be a storm against all the despair in his life and make him walk again magically, but he will never be able to even spell magic to make him do that again. So the winds in the minds of his father which eagerly want to remove all the pain from his son's life has no way but rest. Similarly the term "ceasing hours". The boy is stuck back in time. But his father says he will not lose anything and I will cease the clock till you wake up. The time, but, has almost stopped for him already.
(Two poets are writing letters to each other. Neither of them know each other, where they live, who they are, what they love and what poetry is for them. Here's a part of one of their daily letters.)
The verses I compiled are rhythmic to the beats of the ceiling fan whose melancholy kept on sending waves of poetry into me until once when it ceased. The moon-lit night robbed the darkness within my room as I opened the damp wooden windows to the desolation of the petrichor outside which was weighed down on the heavy hands of riverside soil.
The candle flickered like a shy teenage girl infront of the poetry leaking from my old fountain pen's nib and kept on reminding him that she was aside like a naughty little girl getting annoyed when his (poetry) attention refuses to find her. Well, this night I named poetry as the stranger who seeked shelter under the roofs of dry ink; on the lap of brown ant-eaten paper, which was enough to fill all the spaces in my room and suffocate me. So I tried to send him to you again as soon as possible, but fate had decided to let the petals of poetry open in my garden this time before I pluck 'em to replant in your heart.