In the name of Allah the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Welcome to pearls to reach the stars. Pearls and stars are metaphors. The pearls are very precious, highly valued things and stars indicate a category of excellence. Thus,the aims of Pearls to Reach the Stars are to stimulate our inner feelings, our minds and arouse our spirit in order that our speech, actions and thoughts are reflected positively, optimistically and virtuously as true muslims who are close to God. The collection of some pearls of wisdom from various authentic and reliable sources to reach the stars like motivational quotes, inspirational phrases , poems, aesthetic expressions, for inner stimulation to become a worthy person. May God forgive us and place us in the group of people who have good intentions, who love and help each other for the sake of Him and may Allah place us in the group of As-habul Yamin on the Day of Judgment in the hereafter. Ameen.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Whispers of the Night

I pounded on the door of mercy as the world slept
And humbling myself before my Creator I wept

Hands raised high and head bowed I knelt
And dejectedly began to lament what I felt

With a torn heart I gave a tongue to my woes and fears
And in great anguish and sorrow I let flow my tears

With poignant emotions raging in me so fierce
I hoped that my prayers would the heavens pierce

Oh Maker of my destiny, Master of my fate I cried
Thou art the only refuge and succour for one so tried

'Tis before Thee alone that I bemoan
Sufferings of mine only to Thee known

Pains and torments that I can no longer bear
Hopes and wishes I can entrust only to Thy care

For 'Tis only the ocean of Thine infinite bounty that sustains all
And only Thy forgiveness that restores those that fall

'Tis to Thee alone Oh Benevolent that I extend my hands in plea
To whom besides Thee can this wretched soul flee

Forgive my sins and grant me my desires Oh Almighty
Reject me not, for nothing can redeem me save Thy mercy

Author: Sh. Abu Yusuf Riyadh ul Haq

The Desert Within

Another day dawns with the rising of the sun
A day of remembrance and prayer has begun
The day-night cycle continues once again
Alternating constantly, this cycle will remain

The rising of the sun, what an awesome sight,
greeting the Earth with both warmth and light
and as the Sun displays its strength and might
we bid farewell to the darkness and night

But on the Earth exists the harshest of land
Devoid of water, it is an ocean of sand
These barren deserts offer no respite or shade
Its brutality and hardship, you cannot evade.

Not much can survive in this infertile land
What were mountains are now mounds of sand
Humbled to nothing, the winds blow them around
These 'eternal' mountains are no longer found

This wind and sand paints a desolate scene
Shades of brown and yellow, lacking all green
Waves of shifting sand and rippling designs
This ruthless wilderness only harshness it defines

When the rain descends, the desert it transformed
From that unforgiving wasteland, it is reformed
It is now bursting with both greenery and life
With water, plants and creatures, the desert is rife

The rain them stops and gradually things return
And for the next rainfall, the desert does yearns
Only a few signs of rainfall are left behind
And a sprinkle of oasis are there to remind

We are like the deserts in many a respect
And share much in common, if we reflect
Many matters of our existence we don't control
This is in Allah's hands, the creator of the soul

Like the desert is subject to the climate ordained
Our life's provisions are set and maintained
So we live by things that have been assigned
We live within boundaries that are pre-defined.

Our hearts are barren where little does survive
Only through His mercy, does our heart revive
Guidance and forgiveness, from Allah comes down
Like the rainfall reviving whats barren and brown

Our hearts return to the remembrance of our Lord
Pride and selfishness we no longer hoard
And all such vices are cleansed from our hearts
And all the harshness from the soul departs.

But when we stops being humble and sincere
And from Salah and remembrance, we stay clear
Our heart gradually returns to a decadent state.
And we return again, full of selfishness and hate

But a voice still remains, yearning for the good
For more rain to return - maybe as a Flood?
But unfortunately our lives take on a new form
A barren falsehood that become the norm

The oasis remains a sign - a voice from within
But this is drowned out by lies and spin
As we are distracted by the lure of the world
into the depth of ignorance we are hurled

When we consider our own youth and might
We disregard Truth and the path that's right
We become arrogant and believe in the lie
We think we are eternal and will never die

Like the mountains before would firmly stand
Their mighty stature is rendered to sand
We will ultimately expire, that is a must
And we will be rendered to a pile of dust

Like the desert adapts to its barren ways
And all is restored to its normal dry days
The heart also hardens and dies once more
And with the next 'rainfall' it will restore

The heart longs for another rainfall
As it wants to submit to Allah' call
Unlike the desert we can always be blessed
To please Allah, we must never rest

Allah is the most Merciful and kind
And eternal bliss you will ultimately find
When you turn to him with a heart sincere
And your goal in life will be crystal clear

To the merciful one, we send all our praise
And all signs of rebellion we try and erase
Submit to His will, our body and mind
And through this act, salvation we'll find

Allah's guidance and mercy shines bright
We bid farewell to the darkness and night
Only will Allah's light, we will stand upright
As life-death cycle goes on, without respite

Author: Zahid bin Ghulam Rasul

My Greatest Need is You

Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
My choicest hours
Are the hours I spend with You --
O Allah, I can't live in this world
Without remembering You--
How can I endure the next world
Without seeing Your face?
I am a stranger in Your country
And lonely among Your worshippers:
This is the substance of my complaint.

Author: Rabi'ah al-Adawiyya,

Rabi'ah al-Adawiyya, a major spiritual influence in the classical Islamic world, is one of the central figures of the spiritual tradition. She was born around the year 717 C.E. in what is now Iraq.