By Imam Ash Shafi’i (rahimahullaah) 

Imam Shafi’i (هللا همحر) began to cry profusely and recited the following; امِرْجُم ِدوُجلاو ّنَملا اذ اَي ُتنُك ْن‘و *** يِتَبغَرُعــَفْرأ قـْلَخلاُهـلإَكيَلإ
‘To You, the Creator, I raise my longing, And even if I am, O possessor of kindness and generosity, an evildoer, a criminal
اــمِلَس َكوفَعِل ينِم اـجَرلا ُتلَعَج *** يبِهاذَمتقاـَضو يبلق اـَسَق اَّملو
When my heart became constricted and my paths became narrow, I took my hope in Your pardon and forgiveness as an opening and an escape
اــمَظْعأَكوْفـَع َناَك يِّبر َكوفَعب* **ُهـُـتنِرق اـَّملف يـبنذ يـنَمَظاَعت
My sins seemed very great to me but when I compared them to Your forgiveness, I found Your forgiveness to be much greater
اـــمُّرَكَتوًةنم وفـعتو دوـُجـَت ***ْلُزَت ْمَل ِبْنذلا نَعوفع اذ َتلِزاَمف
You are and still remain the only One who can forgive sins, You grant and forgive out of Your benevolence and generosity اـــمِدآكَيْفَص ىَوْغأ ْدقو َفيَكف
*** ٌدباَعِسيـلبإلْدـُمْصَي ْمـَل َكالولف
Were it not for You, then a servant could never defy Iblis And how can that be when he mislead Your friend Adam
اــمَدْنأفريِعَّسلل اـَّمأو؟اـــنهأ *** ةنجِل ُريَصأ لَه يِرــْعَش َتْيلاَيف
If only I knew! Will I arrive at Paradise that I may take delight Or at Hellfire, that I may regret?
اـــَّمَد هُنافجأ دْجَولا ِطْرفل ضيفَت** * هَّنإُبدـنـلاُفِراـــَعلارَدِهّللف
How capable is Allah! For the one acquainted with lament, blood almost flows from his eyelids due to the excess of his emotions (lament)
اـمتأَم ِفوَخلاِةَّدش نِم ِهِسفَن ىلع *** هــَمالَظَّدَم ُليللا اـَماذإُمـيقَي
He stands when the night extends out its darkness Stands against himself out of extreme fear, sinful
اـمَجْعأ ناك ىرَولا يف ُهاَوِساميفو *** هِّبَر ِرـْكذ يف َناـكام اذإ ًاحيِصف
Eloquent when he makes mention of his Lord And in the mention of others than Him, he is speechless
اـــمَرْجأ ةلاـَهَجلاب اهيف ناكامو*** هـباَبَش نِمْتـَضَم ًاـماَّيأُرُكذَيو
He remembers days gone by of his youth And what was in it of ignorance, he was a criminal
اـملظأ ليللااذإىوجنلاو ِدهَّسلااخأ*** هِراـــَهن َلوُط ِّمهلاُنيرَق َراَصف
And so for the whole of his day, the companion of grief has become the brother of sleeplessness and secret conversation when the night darkens
اـمنغمو ًالؤُس َنـيـجاَّرللَكب ىفك *** يتيغَبو يِلؤُس َتـنأ يبيبَح :لوقي
He says, ‘My beloved, You are what I request and desire You are enough of a longing and benefit for those who have hope
اــمـِعنُمو ّيلع اـناَّـنَم َتلز الو *** ينتْيَدــَهو ينتْيذغ يذلا َتْسـلأ
Are You not the One who has provided for me and guided me And You have not ceased being gracious to me and full of favours
اــمَّدقت ْدـقاـمو يِرازْوأ ُرتْسَيو *** يِتلَز ُرِفغَيَناَسْحإلا ُهـَل ْنَم ىَسع
Perhaps the Beneficent One will forgive my mistakes And cover up my crime and what has gone forth
اـمَعنُم ِّبراَي ُتنك ام اـَضِّرلا الْولَو** *ًاــعِشاخ ُتلبقأف يـبنذ ينَمظاعت
My sins seemed very great to me, so I turned (to You) in humility Were it not for my contentment in you, I wouldn’t, O my Lord, have seen any comfort at all اـمتأمَلـَيازـَيال موــشغ مولظ *** دِّرَمتُمْنـَعُفْعت ينَع ُفْعت ْنإف
So if You forgive me, You would have forgiven a sinner, A rebellious, oppressive tyrant still sinning
اـمَّنَهَج مْرـُـجب يسفن اولخدأ ولو *** ٍسـيآب ُتسلف ينِمْمِـقـتنت نإف
So if You were to seek revenge from me, I would not despair Even if they entered my soul into Jahannum, due to the sins
اــمَسْجأو ىلْعأ َدـْبَعلا يتأَي َكوفعو ***ثِداـَـحو ميدق نِم ميظَع يِمْرُجف
For my crimes are great, past and present But Your forgiveness comes to the servant, more exalted and more great
اــمَّسلاشرتفُي نَـمحَّرلا نِم ٌرونو ***بـِناَج ِّلك نِم هللا ُلضف َّ يلاوح
The bounty of Allaah surrounds me from all sides And Light from the Most Merciful has spread in the sky
ىمحلاىلإَزاَجو ىَرشـُبلا براقاذإ*** هِلْصَوب بحملاُقارشإ ِبلقلا يفو
And in the heart is the radiance of the beloved when he is reunited And when glad tidings draw close, it becomes feverish
اــمَجنأربقلا ِةـمـلظ يِف ينَعلاطُي *** هَدـْحَو هللا نِم ساــنيإ يلاوح
Exhilaration surrounds me, only for Allaah It overlooks me in the darkness of the grave, apparent and clear
اــملثتَي نأِّبُحـلا ِدْهَـع ُظفحأو*** ىَوَهلا هـسّندُي نأ يدادَوُنوُصأ
I protect my love, lest my desires should pollute it And I preserve the contract of love, lest it be defiled
اـمنرتو ًةَوشـنىَوطـُخ ُقِـحالت *** ىنم يِتَوفَغ يفو ٌقْوَش يِتظقَي يفف
In my wakefulness is yearning and in my slumber is destiny That’s pursuing my footsteps in ecstasy
اـــمُدنتَي ْنأ ُتاَهْيـَه هجْرَي نَمو *** ىَرَولا نِم ملَسُي هللاب ْمِصتْعَي نَمو
Whoever holds fast to Allaah, he is protected from men And whoever hopes for Him, then never will he regret.

[Source: Diywan of Ash Shafi’i]

“Whatever blessings you enjoy are from Allah, and when touched by distress, He is the One to Whom you cry for help.” [16:53]

(Source: zuleikhax, via nonchalante)

path-to-the-salaf:

al-Fawzan: While Allâh swears by the time, we neglect it and deem it as the cheapest thing we have. (Lecture 125)

It doesn’t matter what your situation is, your parents deserve the most respect in your life. I seriously can’t stand when people disrespect their parents. Like, who do you think you are? How dare you? Your parents took care of you when you couldn’t even take care of yourself. Nothing you do in this world could ever repay them for all that they have done for you.
The people that take care of you deserve your respect, whether they be your aunt, uncle, grandparents, or etc. Stay in your lane.

As for those who were mistreated as children, that’s a different story. However, if you’re going to tell me that you’re justifying your reasons for raising your voice or treating them with disrespect, then you need to check yourself. Ask yourself if Allah is pleased with you when you speak like that to them. Ask yourself if you’d like for your children to treat you the way you treat then.

I have always wanted a princess type of dress and to look like one, as cliche as that is haha. When I was about 4 years old, I asked my mom to make me a dress out of this rope. I had it all pictured that if she wrapped it a certain way it would become a dress, and all she would have to do is add fabric to it. I didn’t know that it didn’t work like that. My poor mom tried to convince me that she can’t make a dress out of rope, but I didn’t believe her. I was hysterical about it lol. Now that I recall this, I can’t help but laugh at the 4 year old me. I was so silly. Alhumdolillah.