Deficiency. Allah Azawajal mentions like the world loses color, the world loses any beauty. And so because of your ingratitude, you're unable to see beauty.
So how could you possibly have a beautiful life? SubhanAllah, it's all so interconnected. So it starts off with gratitude. Gratitude changes the way you see the world. And if you see the world the right way, then you perceive Allah Subh'anaHu Wa Ta-A'la
And Allah promises you that you'll see true beauty in the hereafter. And it's just this beautiful scheme of existence SubhanAllah that we have. Beautiful. I just want you to end with another poem, man. Bismillah. You good with that, Shaykh? Yeah, yeah, Bismillah.
Oh man, I don't know if I have... Let me see here. Give us the one about Jannah, maybe. Yeah, Jannah. Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam. Was he from the Qubba, from the dome? No, I don't do Qubba from the dome.
While you're thinking of that, I also realized this whole thing about adornment and people frown on beauty was just a roundabout way of you saying that people should appreciate Sudanese shoes. That's absolutely right. The beauty of Sudanese shoes. You have not worn them in a session in a maghrib or nothing yet? Come on.
No, no, I always wear them. I always wear my Sudanese shoes. I told you, I'm just on a place where they could get stolen. So I'm not looking to give them up anytime soon for the sake of Allah. You know the story of the man who got his shoes stolen
and he was running after the guy and he couldn't catch him. And then when he finally was gasping for air and he gave up, he said, I give it to you for the sake of Allah. I was like, why did you say that at the beginning?
So a quick poem on Jannah then. It goes like this. It's imagining Jannah. So close your eyes back home. It goes, close your eyes and imagine this, eternal bliss.
Your every wish at your fingertips. And more, perched on a throne near a stream so serene and exquisite a scene you've never seen yet you still dream of more. Gone is pain, gone is fear, gone is grief, gone are tears.
Idle speech you shall never hear and the prophets make up your social sphere. And more, the martyrs righteous and the truthful too. You are from them and they from you. They held tightly to what they knew was true and to join them you did too. And there's more.
Maidens chased to restrain their gaze, lost in a glance for days and days, fun and frolic as a child plays. Where the breath that leaves your lips is praise of the one who gave you more. Imagine you and your father with ages the same.
Imagine showing off your book with no shame. Imagine nights with the sahaba, their stories to entertain. Now imagine Muhammad, salallahu alayhi wa sallam. Imagine him knowing your name. What could be there more?
Gardens underneath which rivers flow. A goal so far and yet so close. A journey worth taking for those who know. Tell me, do you not wish to go for more? For all of the bounties and all of the grace and all of the sights and the smells and the tastes
will be forgotten without a trace as if frozen in time and space when you see his face. What an excellent master of a miserable slave.
You forgot and he forgave. He gave you guidance and you still strayed. You asked for mercy. That he gave. And more. And more.
And more. Jazakum Allah. Jazakum Allah. May Allah reward you. InshaAllah. I will not spoil that with any more words. We'll see you all tomorrow. InshaAllah. As-salamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu. As-salamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu.
As-salamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu.
As-salamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu.
Juz is, wa ifta'adhana rabbukum, inshakartum al-azidan lakum. If you are grateful, I'll increase you. And Allah does not say what he'll increase you in because that increases, broaden and colors all things.
And so beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The eye of a grateful servant always sees beauty. And the eye of an ungrateful servant always sees poverty, deficiency.
Thumma yahiju, fataraahumusfarra, thumma yakunu hutana. Right, Allah Azza wa Jalla mentions like the world loses color. The world loses any beauty. And so because of your ingratitude, you're unable to see beauty.
So how could you possibly have a beautiful life, right? SubhanAllah, it's all so interconnected. So it starts off with gratitude. Gratitude changes the way you see the world. And if you see the world the right way, then you perceive Allah Subh'anaHu Wa Ta-A'la the right way.
And Allah promises you that you'll see true beauty in the hereafter. And it's just this beautiful scheme of existence SubhanAllah that we have. Beautiful. I just want you to end with another poem, man. You good with that, Shaykh? Zidba barak, eh?
Oh man, I don't know if I have, let me see here. Give us the one about Jannah, maybe. Yeah, Jannah. Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wasallam. You say from the kubba, from the dome? No, I don't do kubba from the dome, from the dome.
While you're thinking of that, I also realized like this whole thing about like adornment and like people like frown on beauty. It was just a roundabout way of you saying that people should appreciate Sudanese shoes. That's absolutely right. The beauty of Sudanese shoes. You have not worn them in a session in a maghrib or nothing yet? Come on.
No, no, I always wear them. I always wear my Sudanese shoes. I told you, I'm just on a place where they could get stolen. So I'm not looking to give them up anytime soon for the sake of Allah. You know the story of the man who got his shoes stolen
and he was running after the guy and he couldn't catch him. And then when he finally was gasping for air and he gave up, he said, I give it to you for the sake of Allah. I was like, why did you say that at the beginning?
So a quick poem on Jannah then. It goes like this. It's imagining Jannah. So close your eyes back home. It goes, close your eyes and imagine this. Eternal bliss.
Your every wish at your fingertips and more. Perched on a throne near a stream so serene and exquisite a scene you've never seen yet you still dream of more. Gone is pain. Gone is fear. Gone is grief. Gone are tears.
Idle speech you shall never hear and the prophets make up your social sphere and more. The martyrs righteous and the truthful too. You are from them and they from you. They held tightly to what they knew was true and to join them, you did too. There's more.
Maidens chased to restrain their gaze. Lost in a glance for days and days. Fun and frolic as a child plays. Where the breath that leaves your lips is praise of the one who gave you more. Imagine you and your father with ages the same.
Imagine showing off your book with no shame. Imagine nights with the sahaba, their stories to entertain. Now imagine Muhammad, salallahu alayhi wa sallam. Imagine him knowing your name. What could be there more?
Gardens underneath which rivers flow. A goal so far and yet so close. A journey worth taking for those who know. Tell me, do you not wish to go for more? For all of the bounties and all of the grace and all of the sights and the smells and the tastes
will be forgotten without a trace. As if frozen in time and space when you see his face. What an excellent master of a miserable slave.
You forgot and he forgave. He gave you guidance and you still strayed. You asked for mercy. That he gave and more. And more.
And more. Jazakumullahu khair. Jazakumullahu khair. May Allah reward you. InshaAllah. I will not spoil that with any more words. We'll see you all tomorrow inshaAllah. As-salamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh. As-salamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh.
