#boona mohammad

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Don't just pray to marry the person you love, but pray to love the person you marry.

- Boonaa Mohammed

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Sometimes Allah allows us to fall because there is something down there we’re supposed to find.

- Boona Mohammed

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Sometimes you have to be the first to walk away from drama. It's not called giving up, it's called growing up.

- Boonaa Mohammed

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thank you Ky! :)

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Ya Allah, if you should take me in my salat please take me as a believer. I pray the angel of death appears half as beautiful 
 as half the beauty created by my creator; 
 take me yesterday if it means I'll get there sooner.

The warm wet water still dripping from my wudu – 
 I beat the sun this morning in order to stand before you, but no need to thank me; your praise is long overdue. 
 All I ask is that my intentions be clear and true.

The Ka'bah in line with my nose, the hell fire under my toes:
 if this it, please make these last prayers legit.
 For I am nothing but a servant. Please master give me guidance;
 bring me closer to your deen – far away from shaytain.
 Only five times a day; I wish I could pray infinity
 for all that you have given me, for all that you have taken away.
 There is no excuse for me to not want to stand up and say, "Allahu Akbar"

I state the obvious, nervous, body in perfect formation 
 as I stand before my Lord trying to prove my dedication,
 walking the thin line between hope and fear,
 words coming out crystal clear as though judgment was here.
 The humility combats the lies I told in my youth;
 In my sujood is when I am closest to truth.
 A vessel of submission, his recognition is my quest: Hands folded, both palms crossed facing my chest,
 gaze is lowered, upon the spot from which my head will rise;
 wet warm water still covers my eyes.

I cherish this dunya like I cherish sunny weather: wonderful at times but still not meant forever.
 So, Ya Allah, if you take me in my salat,
 please have my last words be the last words of Al-Fatiha right before La ilaha illa Allah ashadu anna Muhammadur Rasul Allah.
 For you my God, I will hold and cherish this faith,
 for this is a test, and we always do worst in the subjects that we hate,
 so I am still amazed that you have given me the strength to praise;
 for a long time I never prayed, never said your name for days. I am still ashamed of what my heart once contained,
 but still you sent me blessings again and again.
 Your mercy uses words that I can simply not explain – the honor that I feel, the love that I maintain.

Forehead and nose, hands, knees and toes,
 all pressed before the Lord. Before I rose, I chose to make a little prayer of my own:
 Ya Allah, forgive me for my sins as though they were not my own.
 Help me to pray as though I were saying my final goodbyes. My bouncing finger lets me know I'm still alive, Alhumdulliah.

Wallahi – 
 I swear to God; I do not feel comfortable swearing to God because I'm not sure if my faulty words will even do him justice.
 So now everyday I send peace and blessings upon his prophets,
 empty my conscious like banks empty my pockets.
 Only this interest is in my best interest.
 Were my prayers answered, only One knows best? I'll try again soon, Insha'Allah.
 The rest is in the hands of Allah Subhanahu Wa-Ta'ala.

by Boonaa Mohammed

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