To God we Belong and to Him Will We Return
In Memory of our Brother, Ali Moaddel
Blessed is He in Whose hand is the kingdom, and He has power over all things,
Who created death and life that He may try you– which of you is best in deeds; and He is the Mighty, the Forgiving (Holy Qur’an, Surah Mulk)
Inna lilla wa inna ilayhi rajioon
We speak these words so easily, rolling right off the tongue
The tongue the same Creator gave us, the Creator we forget as we pass our days and nights
Until all of a sudden we are reminded of His Might
You died Sunday night, you fell
Through the world of tricks, illusions, trials and
You gained new sight, you broke through
your limited dusty body and
your pure soul passed to the Light.
If Sunday was my last night on Earth, would I have been ready like you?
If the angel of death blew his trumpet for me, would I accept it like you?
Would my soul readily surrender to my Creator, going Home at last like you?
Did I pray my Maghrib and Isha that night? and to beg God to forgive my sins, did I take a minute or two
What do I have left? One minute? Or two? Or twenty two? Or a hundred and two?
If I died on Sunday night how would I be remembered?
Did I love with all my heart?
Was I selfish or did I feel the world’s bothers?
Was I gentle? Merciful? Humble?
Or worse than cattle was I deaf, dumb, blind.
Can I accept death as my friend enough to be ready
When I am questioned in my grave, am I shocked or am I steady?
Will death finally sharpen my visions, and make my heart alive
and with the veils of ignorance gone now I can finally see what I had denied?
If the whole world were blind, how many people would you impress?
If you were given power and wealth, would you too oppress?
If you had it all, would you forget the Ruler of All?
Do we speak out for Justice, even against ourselves?
Do we guard our souls knowing that we belong to God
And to Him is the Final Return
That He has created Life and Death to test who amongst us is the best in deeds
Do we remember this truth:
Everyone upon the earth will perish,
And there will remain the Face of your Lord, Owner of Majesty and Honor.
Life is a gift. Time is temporary.
And our bodies and hearts and souls never were our own
The breath I take now, the precious blood in my veins is not my own
The heart that beats, the eyes that blink, are not my own
If I sleep tonight, and I don’t wake up, it’s because my life is and never was my own
Ya Allah if you take my soul tonight please take it safely Home
Your life was a message of Truth and your death the biggest Truth of all
Dearest brother and friend, you are remembered and missed and will be in our prayers until we too get the call
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