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A. Helwa believes that every single person on Earth is deeply loved by the Divine. She is a writer who has inspired hundreds of thousands of readers through her passionate, poetic, and love-based approach to spirituality. Her popular blog @quranquotesdaily, was established while obtaining her Masters in Divinity, as a means of helping others overcome personal and spiritual struggles on their journey of experiencing divine love. With over 15 years of experience writing and speaking on Islam and spiritual development, A. Helwa draws from her personal experiences and traditional sources to help her readers access 'Divine love in everyday life.'

Path and Present Podcast

#060: Secrets of Divine Love: A Spiritual Journey into the Heart of Islam w/ A. Helwa

Who do we trust 
Nobody’s sure
The guy on the news
Or the nurse on the floor
I can’t just comply
I ain’t that type
It’s hard to discern
Between the truth and the hype
But people are sick and dying 
No doubt that’s true 
Can I care about me
And not care about you

CHORUS X1
I’m praying for rain
To wash it away
So I can see clear  
Through these pandemic skies
I’m asking the birds 
To fly me away
So I can see clear 
Through these pandemic skies

I ain’t against gettin shots
I’ve got them in the past
But some of the fear with this one
Is it came so fast
It’s said give me liberty
Or give me death
But do you get to choose
How you take your last breath  
I agree there’s things
That can’t be ignored
But don’t be afraid
To meet your Lord

CHORUS X2
I’m praying for rain
To wash it away
So I can see clear  
Through these pandemic skies
I’m asking the birds 
To fly me away
So I can see clear 
Through these pandemic skies

Original acoustic track by “Grunge-y” link:
https://youtu.be/Fbj7oUqBhpQ

Demo - Pandemic Skies

WAR for MORE

New Era
War on Terror
Wipe your mascara
Look into the Mirror
Who’s the real terror?
Bin Ladden?
Or John Madden?
While you’re PLAYing on your STATION
DREAMs are being CAST
Of  false hopes and illusions
That will never last
The Baby Boomers
Gave birth to consumers
But inflation’s going up
Swelling up like a tumor
I’ma go to Jumuah (Friday prayer)
While you’re going to the mall
Can’t get enough
Even though you got it all!
Stand tall child of Adam!
Your father was a Prophet
Consumption is addictive
You need to come up off it!

People Are Not Happy With What They Got,
They Want More!
Now They Even Go To War,
Just To get More

Weapons of  Mass Destruction?
Or Mass Distraction?
Soldiers and Civilians dying
For whose satisfaction?
We install the tyrants
And then we have to kill them
We control elections
And then we have to steal them?
Listen to your heart
What does it tell you?
Slaving for a system
That only seems to fail you
If you ask me, 
It seems the leaders lost their scruples
Now we got presidents
With bombs in their pupils
Unjust war?
It really doesn’t matter
As long as we can make them SUVs
A lot Fatter!

People Are Not Happy With What They Got,
They Want More!
Now They Even Go To War,
Just To get More  (2X)

You just can’t resist
When you go to the store
You don’t need a thing
But you still buy more
Explore the reason for this
And you will see
Why every room in the house has got a TV
The holiday sales 
Start sooner every year
You bite into your Turkey
And Santa Claus is here!
With your assembly line clothes
Your assembly line food
Your assembly line thoughts 
And your assembly line moods
How fast can you kill a cow
To make a billion burgers?!
If you knew, then you’d know
That the meat you eat is murder

People Are Not Happy With What They Got,
They Want More!
Now They Even Go To War,
Just To get More (4X)


by Aaron Haroon Sellars, Son of Adam 10/03


War for More

 هذه الأغان متوفرة مجاناً حصرياً في العالم على معازف. يمكن شراؤها من آي تيونز.

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The Voice That Refused to Die

Stumbling Over My Life

THORN
(Music sampled from the song, "Bleed the Orchid" by The Smashing Pumpkins)

I used to feel so strong
Like a sunlit flower
Life is my weakness
And death is my power
Oh how I fear that Day
Though I know not the hour
Right Now feels so sweet
And patience is so sour!

Pull the Thorn, Pull the Thorn
Pull the Thorn! My Soul is Worn!

Trying not to prick myself
With the same thorn in the same place
No matter how fast I run
Can't seem to win this race
Maybe I need to change my shoes
Or maybe change the pace
I look at my opponent 
He's got my face!

Pull the Thorn, Pull the Thorn
Pull the Thorn! My Soul is Worn!

As long as I'm alive
I will make mistakes
But I tell myself
To never, never break
And keep trying! And keep crying!
And pray the Lord will take
All my apologies
Even when they’re fake!

Pull the Thorn, Pull the Thorn
Pull the Thorn! My Soul is Worn!

by A. H. Sellars, 07/29/07




-NOTES
Listening to these chords from the song, "Bleed the Orchid" by The Smashing Pumpkins and writing these feelings out, really helped me make it through a tough night, thank God. It even kept me up long enough to pray the Dawn Prayer on time, thank God!

The title of the song and content of the lyrics were inspired by the following rigorously authenticated statements transmitted from the Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him …

“A believer is never stung from the same hole twice.”

 “A Submitter is not afflicted by hardship, sickness, sadness, worry, harm, or depression—even if pricked by a thorn—but God expiates his sins because of that”

“An ailment is intensified for the righteous. Whenever a believer is afflicted by a hardship, whether it is a thorn or more, a sin is taken off from him because of it, and he is elevated by one rank (in Paradise).”

 “If a Submitter is pricked by (as little as) a thorn in the worldly life, and he seeks its reward from God, some of his sins will be removed, because of it, on the Day of Judgment”

Thorn

Oh My Soul (Higher Ground Remix)
NOTES:
- Original Arabic Song by Shaykh Ali bin Hasayn al-Habshi
- English translation by Shaykh Abdal Hakim Murad
- Vocals and keys, Aaron Haroon Sellars
 
Should you not gain your wants, my soul, then be not grieved; 
But hasten to that banquet which your Lord's bequeathed. 

And when a thing for which you ask is slow to come, 
Then know that often through delay are gifts received. 

Find solace in privation and respect its due, 
For only by contentment is the heart relieved. 

And know that when the trials of life have rendered you 
Despairing of all hope, and of all joy bereaved, 

Then shake yourself and rouse yourself from heedlessness, 
And make pure hope a meadow that you never leave. 

Your Maker's gifts take subtle and uncounted forms. 
How fine the fabric of the world His hands have weaved. 

The journey done, they came to the water of life, 
And all the caravan drank deep, their thirst relieved. 

Far be it from the host to leave them thirsty there, 
His spring pours forth all generosity received. 

My Lord, my trust in all Your purposes is strong, 
That trust is now my shield; I'm safe, and undeceived. 

All those who hope for grace from You will feel Your rain; 
Too generous are You to leave my branch unleaved. 

May blessings rest upon the loved one, Muhammad, 
Who's been my means to high degrees since I believed. 

He is my fortress and my handhold, so my soul, 
Hold fast, and travel to a joy still unconceived.

Reaching for What You Possess 

Oh My Soul (Meditation Mix)

Appalachian Salawat

“Lakal Hamd”
Qasida of Praise
Shaykh Ibn Alhabib


From a gathering of lovers in NorCal

War for More

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