Asalamu 'Alaykuum from Sydney...

[Abu Yaqeen]

Asalamu 'Alaykuum,Good to be on here. Nice setup TabarakAllah. I'm a 19 year old brother from Sydney. I'll mainly be posting some poetry on here inshallah so please link me to the proper forum section to upload them.So I hope you guys can benefit from it inshallah.. Please keep me in your du'a as well! Your brother in Islam...

[Pure Purple]

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Welcome to the forum .....

[Abu Yaqeen]

^ Jazaki Allahu Kheir!

[alhamdulilaah]

wa alaikum as salam,

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[Abu Yaqeen]

Jazaki Allahu Kheir sister, walahi I appreciate it.

As for the link, it won't allow me to access that forum yet (maybe due to the fact I'm still new here?) but nonetheless, once I'm given access to it inshallah, I'll post them up!

I have a blog as well but I'm not allowed to post the link for it yet.. Kheir inshallah!

[alhamdulilaah]

wa iyaka, brother u will have to finish 50 posts to become a full member.

[Abu Yaqeen]

SubhanAllah! Other forums are 10 posts! No problem inshallah, I aim to fulfill more than 50 posts inshallah.

I'll post some poems here in the meantime as reminders/eye openers and to exceed my 50 posts inshallah.

(Free verse - doesn't rhyme)

Silent chambers

Pause for a moment and sit beside me,
And listen to the silence that has enveloped my heart.
About a time of adversity that has pinned me down,
And blown away the sand that made up my joy.

My quill writes that which my heart contains,
But how can it continue when it has ceased in speech?
The deafening hurts but I must go on,
To write about something that my heart can speak to.

The day merges into the darkness of night,
As I see repetition of demise in the world.
The stars glitter over a people who've lost their way,
Swayed by the winds of falseness and betrayal.

If only those winds can take me away,
To a place where my heart can speak to its likes.
Content with its neighbours and full of its speech,
It's beat synchronizing with the beat of the others.

I submit myself humbly throughout the day,
To a Lord Who will gather the hearts that speak.
Speak the words that contain the truth,
And allow for their uttering to emerge on their limbs.

For how long will those stars continue to glitter,
Over a nation that has lost its right for their light?
For how long shall the night overcome their day?
In a sea of darkness that has been poured in the sky.

Where have they gone to - those who would cry?
Cry from their hearts like a suckling child.
Whenever the words of their Lord were recited,
During a night of calmness while standing in prayer.

Where have they gone to - those who would smile?
When wanting to give charity but that was all they had.
Blown away like the sand that once formed my joy,
Into the sky of the night that has occupied our day.

My heart retreats like the retreating tide,
For what it longs for has retreated too.
A nation that once stood like a mountain of rock,
Crumbles on the horizon for its enemies to walk on.

Pause O quill for you are only scribbling,
On a piece of parchment that has already been torn.
Torn like the heart that speaks no more,
While silence pumps through its collapsing chambers.

[Abu Yaqeen]

Eyes of the maiden

An ocean so deep I can imagine in them,
Their lines so fine - my eyes do follow.
A mysterious trance you throw me in,
Your eyes so full unlike those that are hollow.

May I look into the abyss that my heart has felt?
A shyness no longer showers my stare.
Where have you come from and what is your name?
The eyes that you hold are an irresistible pair.

“Do you not remember what happened just now?
The striking of the enemy a tool to your path.
By the Decree of your Lord it led you to us,
Your abode in Paradise is the evident aftermath.

I am a fraction of your reward that is present here,
One of seventy-two that await your company.
But join me first for I’ve been longing forever,
Join me by your river of the milk and honey.”

I remember, I remember – my brothers I’ve left,
A brother beside me was hit in his knee.
I woke up here – a place of beauty,
Barely within it yet I’m already free!

“So brave you were in the night and the cold,
A life of hardship you led with a roar.
Your eyes vernacular to the battles at hand,
The lion within you unleashed with a sword.”

May I stroke your eyes with the tips of my wings?
The light from your face is surely so bright.
Your skin so tender I can tell from its look,
Surely my reward is a pleasant sight.

Your scent unlike nothing my sense has smelt,
An aroma so rich I can barely stay awake.
Where are the others? May I see them too?
My heart for a spouse surely did ache.

My mind still unable to comprehend your eyes,
A delicacy so mysterious – I’m lost for words.
Gazing upon me as I inhale your scent,
To describe you to the world they’d think it’s absurd.

“We are yours and you are our martyr!
Our Lord has gifted you with maidens of Paradise.
Take us, inform us, and do what you like,
For indeed you have made the ultimate sacrifice.”

That veil that covers your glowing face,
Worth more than the world and what it contained.
May I lower it to see what remains of your beauty?
A desire I longed for and now I’ve obtained.

The marrow in your calves I see beneath your garment,
An amazing beauty as I gaze upon this.
Such a fine creation that tantalizes the senses,
Such a fine opposite – an irresistible bliss.

I was told your saliva is unbelievable in itself,
It has the ability to make the oceans so sweet.
May I taste the reward and see for myself?
For surely my maiden, you, I’m pleased to meet!

“You flatter me with the words that you say to me,
For my gaze is yours and not for any other man.
Chaste and pure – all for your pleasure,
Do what you like because in Paradise you can.

We are guarded pavilions that only reveal,
Reveal ourselves to the eyes of our spouse.
Our desire is you - a man who has fallen,
Fallen for Allah and gained this house.

We do not seek to displease our husband,
Nor do we envy or annoy our martyr.
A pure bliss that is free from hardship,
The seekers of our likes are surely smarter.”

Like rubies your are in terms of your beauty,
Such an exquisite look that drowns my eyes.
Your whiteness so clear and so bright it is,
Like a pearl from water before it dries.

Let me hold your hands and examine them,
Your skin so soft that I can rest my head.
No blemishes evident on its perfect surface,
Surely you are as my Lord has said.

No wonder why the women would envy,
Envy and become hostile towards you few.
For you make a man crumble down to his knees,
And take hold of his heart and give him his due.

Flawed you’re not in the smallest of sense,
Like a perfect rose that grows from gold.
The smile you put on the face of mine,
Like an infinite horizon that fails to fold.

The light from your face will light the universe,
If you were to peek to see this world.
Your scent so enchanting it is a desire in itself,
All this coming from a glistering pearl.

No heart, no ear, or eye has sensed,
That which I see right in front of me.
A fraction of Paradise yet I’m already so happy,
Whatever I long for it’ll surely be!

But my favourite reward I stare at now,
The wide eyes embedded in your glowing face.
Stare at me, talk to me, and fulfil my wishes,
Unwind my mind as if undoing lace.

The fine lines of black that surround your eyes,
Are elegant touches towards your beauty.
The tips of my wings follow its course,
What a priceless reward for fulfilling my duty.

Those eyes I keep in my mind and heart,
To only think of them is to touch them too.
Forever, eternally, I shall stare into them,
An abyss so deep – so heavy and blue.

What await my brothers is indeed so blissful,
And I rejoice for now while I await their time.
Their time to enter the Gardens of ‘Adn,
And to meet their Lord, the Most High, the Sublime.

For now I enjoy my company in Paradise,
My life in the Gardens is no longer laden.
Free I am to do as I please,
But for now I stare into the eyes of my maiden.

[Abu Yaqeen]

My smile

So many times am I asked “why so?”
“Why do you smile while you live this way?”
Their minds unable to comprehend my life,
Strange for them to see a smile all day.

I sit by a river while resting at dusk,
My hands are dry - my clothes are torn.
My horse grazing on the luscious grass,
Relaxing for now until upon me is dawn.

By the bank of the river I begin my ablution,
The trickling of water a soothing sound.
My minor wounds take in the water,
To the rush of life I’m surely not bound.

A gentle breeze blows against my body,
A sensation of floating that calms me down.
My smile remains even though I’m tired,
This place around me is my personal town.

The sunset glows and inspires my thought,
Time seeps back to memories of hardship.
The people I’ve met and the things I’ve seen,
From friends, to partners and my very kinship.

Shackled to a reality that left me blue,
Always lost in the abyss of emptiness.
A hollow feeling that begged to be filled,
My heart of sorrow was longing for freeness.

The alternation between day and night,
Passed for years without a change in my soul.
Always journeying for the spark of life,
A journey of obstacles – like walking on coal.

Friend a word that I didn’t use too often,
For a friend is a person who is good to you.
Barely a time where a person smiled back,
When smiling at them even when I was blue.

The sun still setting as I finish my ablution,
On a tree log I rest my aching back.
Some dates I take from my pouch beside me,
Eating them happily – provision I don’t lack.

Unloading my rifle to rest the barrel,
The magazine empty – not even a round.
A long day of battle comes to a restive end,
Alone for now with no soul around.

So they asked me why I continue to smile,
Even though my life is far from bliss.
Indeed it is simple why my smile remains,
My heart has been kissed by the faithful kiss.

I found a friend, who was always there,
He always wants what’s best for me.
He sustains my life and grants me provision,
He protects my soul and allows me to see.

My Lord it was Who was always there,
My Lord it was Who wishes me the best.
My Lord it was Who sustained my life,
My Lord it was Who opened my chest.

Sometimes my heart had fallen to sadness,
As if a lock had been placed on its gate.
But unlocked it was when I turned to Him,
Seeking His forgiveness to have a clean slate.

The feeling I get when I surrender to Him,
My head firmly placed on the cold, dull ground.
At ease I am as I thank my Lord,
Thank Him greatly for what I have found.

The sun has finally met the horizon,
A fine line of gold tells me it’s time to pray.
My wounds I wrap with the tatters of my garment,
The wind still blowing as I put my hands up and say.

“Allahu Akbar” whispered from in between my lips,
A chill rides down my crippled spine.
“All praise is due to Allah, Lord of the ‘Alamin”
A verse so simple yet its meaning so fine.

Such joy it brings to a lonely soul,
The humble connection I have with my Lord.
It’s all that I have but priceless it is,
Perfect, immaculate, a feeling not flawed.

The breeze still hitting my tired body,
As I bow down slowly to praise Him again.
“Glory be to my Lord the All-Mighty” I whisper,
Words that were whispered by the best of men.

Night upon me as I continue my prayer,
A lone soldier I am near the bank of a river.
I finish my prayer and return to my log,
I look to the stars and receive a great shiver.

My life may not be a life to desire,
At least to those whose hearts are sealed.
Humble it is and it surely is poor,
But for me this life is my unbreakable shield.

They continue to ask why smile remains,
And I simply tell them “I’ve found my light”.
Baffled they are – the people of desire,
When they realize my life is nothing but bright.

After the hardship I faced in my life,
I found the thing that had set me free.
Unbound I was to the deceitful desire,
I finally found what I’m supposed to be.

A slave I am to the Most-Merciful One,
Not letting me down like the people I’ve met.
Alone I am but I have Him to guide me,
Faith had caught me as if it were a net.

So I asked them back “don’t I deserve to smile?”
After the torment I’ve faced in this place.
Doesn’t my heart deserve to beat again?
Do I not deserve to have smile on my face?

For I am at ease for finding my Lord,
I strive in His way to show my loyalty.
Night and day my wounds are open,
Every wound I receive makes me feel like royalty.

The sky above that is abundant with lamps,
Becomes my cover as I rest on my side.
The ground beneath is a bed so soft,
My humble smile makes me forget how I cried.

My breathing slows as sleep falls upon me,
Eyes closing as I look to the stars once more.
So beautiful they are – a sign of His greatness,
Glittering brightly – their light I adore.

No more sadness left in my life,
No more people who make me sad.
A life of fighting I lead from now on,
For finding my light – to Him I’m glad.

My blood flow now eases as I begin my rest,
Sleep consumes me – will I wake up tomorrow?
Who knows if my soul shall come back to me?
At least I smile and I’m not in sorrow.

[Abu Yaqeen]

Note: the following is fiction and merely a reminder.


I remind you

O one who slumbers away from his kin,
And feels as if there is no one to*love.
Your place of dwelling is common for believers,
Imprisoned within walls like a cage with a dove.

O one who resides without seeing his son,
Prosper from a boy and into a man.
Lend me your ears and lend me your eyes,
And lend me your heart for a momentary span.

I remember the words that you used to say,
About persevering when one would fall.
By Allah why do you say and you do not do?
Why don't you remain like the time you stood tall?

Would the sadness that swallows you give you hope,
In a Lord Who is Just and a Lord Who is kind?
Would the sadness that swallows you keep you guided,
On a path unoccupied by those who are blind?

Would your tears that fall unlock your chamber,
And relinquish the claw that has grasped your heart?
Would the tears that fall re-honour your status,
As a man whose heart and desire were apart?

Would the sadness that swallows you give you hope,
In a Lord Who is Just and a Lord Who is kind?
Would the sadness that swallows you keep you guided,
On a path unoccupied by those who are blind?

Where have the times of your melodies gone?
Singing of martyrdom and how to cope.
Where have the rhymes of your poetry gone?
As they inspired the fighters and inspired their hope.

Don't you remember the likes of the companions,
Who shed their blood to honour Tawheed?
Don't you remember the likes of Ja'far,
Who strove in His way in the ultimate deed?

For do not forget that you are not alone,
And others have passed who faced the same.
And do not forget the verse of your Lord,
When hardship hit then ease soon came.

And even if your away from happiness,
Of being among your family and friends.
Do not cease in your path of striving,
For indeed your loneliness is a veiled cleanse.

Know that your Lord has tested before,
In times of strife and in times of demise.
For indeed He tests those Who He truly loves,
It is a mercy in a different disguise.

So perfect your supplication and perfect your prayer,
And stand in the night and call upon your Lord.
Increase in remembrance and increase in patience,
For the call of the oppressed is surely not flawed.

Humiliation may have besieged your soul,
But continue to hope and you'll be crowned on the Day.
In front of a Lord Who has selected a few,
To hope for martyrdom when in the night they'd pray.

So do not forget the speech you gave,
And do not forget the melodies you sung.
And do not forget the verses you recited,
In a time when the strangers continue to be hung.

A garden awaits full of fruits and maidens,
And those before will be waiting for you.
A pair of wings will be attached to your body,
For you to fly among a few.

Rivers of milk and rivers of honey,
Stream beneath your palace of gold.
Trees with shades that would last for years,
And light in the gardens that fails to fold.

So do not lose hope in a Lord full of Mercy,
And seek His refuge when your blood is shed.
Hold high the banner that you once had waved,
And on the path of the Sunnah - continue to tread.

So do not lose hope in a Lord full of Mercy,
And seek His refuge when your blood is shed.
Hold high the banner that you once had waved,
And on the path of the Sunnah - continue to tread.

Do not be fazed by the beatings and torture,
I say again - you are not the first.
Do not cringe when they make you starve,
Because in the Fire they'll be suffering from thirst.

My brother do not think that I've forgotten you,
And I await the hug you have promised me.
It may not be in the dwellings of the world,
But eventually it is you that again I'll see.

I shall smile like a mother gazing upon her child,
As I gaze upon my brother who was temporarily away.
And I shall fly beside you when the time is right,
When our souls through the sky will begin to sway.

Towards a Lord Who has brought us together,
In His Kingdom of beauty and Kingdom of bliss.
Where I shall visit you while you reside with joy,
Until my maiden informs me she longs for a kiss.

And together we'll fly to the river of Kowthar,
And meet the man who owns its banks.
Peace be upon him, Muhammad he is,
For my Lord is the praise and all the thanks!

And together we'll fly to the river of Kowthar,
And meet the man who owns its banks.
Peace be upon him, Muhammad he is,
For my Lord is the praise and all the thanks!

Your son would like me to speak about you,
So allow me to tell him about a man of strength.
Strength in certainty in what His Lord has decreed,
With patience that extends to the longest lengths.

Your wife still longs for the days of joy,
When you'd walk together forgetting this life.
She washes the clothes that reside in your cupboard,
In hope you'll return to cease her strife.

Your mother still calls upon her Lord,
To see you before she passes from here.
As a man whose established like roots in the earth,
Against oppression without any fear.

And I still hope that I may get that hug,
That you have promised to give me one day.
Either in this world or in the gardens above,
It is that hug that I wish you to pay.

So I end my speech with a few simple words,
And I hope you have lent me your heavy heart.
The honour is within the struggle we face,
Because happiness and struggle are never apart...

[Ramadhan]

:sl:

welcome to the forum!

beautiful poetry mashaAllah. Do you also write short stories?
If you do, we have a short stories competition which closes at November 30 http://www.islamicboard.com/creative...ml#post1472938

[Abu Yaqeen]

Jazak Allahu Kheir for the welcome akhi :)

As for short stories, I haven't really delved into it but I have written one which was a couple of months ago. I want to write more of it and I'm currently in the process of it. This was the short story:


After 'Aisha

11/07/99 - Outskirts of Chechnya.

Dear Journal,

The silence of the night steals my company, the stars above me hover*as a cover for my body. The ground beneath hugs me for indeed no one is with me - the others leaving me - my loyalty they've forgotten. My tears... What about them?

Yesterday it was snowing as I was walking along the highway, when I found a rose missing its thorns. Strange to find it during winter and even more strange to find it in Chechnya... Poetic gesture... A rose without thorns... Chechnya without it's defenses... I picked it up and I blew away the snow - reminded me of the unraveling of truth that has occurred in this land.

I kept it with me in my journal, here where I write now. It's redness the only brightness I've seen ever since I migrated from Afghanistan... My wife, she still lives in Kandahar, I miss her smile, it used to glow - literally - I used to envy her knowledge of the Book. I told her that and she laughed, stating that Allah gives knowledge to whom He wishes... Wisdom with beauty, the beauty of her heart.*

When I left she didn't cry, nor did she frown, nor did she hesitate to let me go. She smiled as usual. I smiled back... Even though when I smiled it made my scars appear worse. I felt shy to look into her eyes - I only hope I can make it up to her one day. She stroked my beard for a final time as I placed my forehead against hers and said "till the day of freedom - I'll see you then by the Will of Allah". I kept looking back as my convoy began its journey towards Tajikistan, she sat on the sand as the wind blew the sand in the air to partially obscure our view from each other until finally my vehicle began to follow a steep path... And then nothing... Until I see her again...*I miss her but I'll see her once more. Sweet memories... Sweeter than musk.

Abu Waleed dictated the orders after Ameer Khattab informed him of my duty to scout the Spetznaz as they enter Chechen borders from the North. Their reign of terror rained on the caucuses like a meteor shower with a ferocious burn - just last week I picked up the torso of an 11 year old girl. Her head was some metres away with her hijab still covering her hair. Even in death her modesty was preserved... I found her necklace partially embedded into her neck and her hands were clinched as if a fear had struck her... What did she see? What did she hear? Where are her family, if indeed they remain... I called her 'Aisha... It means alive and well... For indeed by the Will of Allah, she flys in Paradise and is with her Lord. I buried her in an unmarked grave near an olive tree that I found in an abandon farm... Just a stone to indicate that here lies a body and a handspan of dirt above ground to accompany it.

I wondered after that for a couple of days, until now, here where the stars shine as lamps upon a land full of darkness, how long will this unjustified genocide continue in a world that calls itself "developed"? For how long will we remain dormant, while the volcano of rebellion and disbelief has surely erupted?... In Afghanistan my mother was raped while my father was lynched in their home.. They made my mother skin my father's legs as a message*to the other villagers to remain in their homes like women and not go out and fight the oppressors... It didn't work, because I went out and fought and my fellow brethren went out and fought and by the Will of Allah, we were the victors over the Russians...*

The year is 1999, yet there remains an unparalleled amount of bloodshed in the lands that once were known for peace and sovereignty for people - believer or disbeliever...*

Now it's Chechnya that they long for... Now it's Chechnya that I long for. I'm like a FIM-92 Stinger missile, where they go, I follow, to put up resistance until I'm released from this world... That smile again.. My wife... Never did it fold into a frown... Until that day...

After 'Aisha, what will happen?... To me, to Chechnya, to our Ummah?... *The world is three days... Yesterday's gone... Today is mine... Tomorrow is not guaranteed... But if I do breathe another breath, I'll begin my scouting as I've been ordered to do. Reminds me... I need to reload my Dragunov... As for my tears... What about them? I won't cry now at a time of hardship, but I'll wait until I achieve one of two victories, victory of battle, or the victory of martyrdom because indeed they'll be tears of joy.

As for after 'Aisha? Is a world still lost in talk and desire... The stars still glow on a land full of darkness... But the literal voice still speaks for a vocally silent people... May Allah unshackle the shackles of oppression.

Until another day, if I remain alive,

Signing off,

Abu Dujanah Al-Muhajir.

[Ansariyah]

Walaikuma Salam brother

Wow your poetry is off the hook mashaAllah! I write poetry too.

Welcome.

[Endymion]

:sl: and :welcome: to the humble forum,Respected Brother.Hope we'll enjoy your poetic stay here :statisfie


BTW i pop in this thread not just to welcome the brother but also i can see my dear greenie green light here :statisfie


P.S.And i slaughter poetry :skeleton: Anyone ^o)

[Abu Yaqeen]

Walaikuma Salam brother

Wow your poetry is off the hook mashaAllah! I write poetry too.

Welcome.

Wa'Alaykuum Asalam,

Jazaki Allahu Kheir for the welcome! I appreciate it. And my poetry isn't off the hook, because anyone can write like this, it just depends on whether or not you write from your heart. And TabarakAllah, good to know there are some writers on the forum! Feel free to share them inshallah!

:sl: and :welcome: to the humble forum,Respected Brother.Hope we'll enjoy your poetic stay here :statisfie


BTW i pop in this thread not just to welcome the brother but also i can see my dear greenie green light here :statisfie


P.S.And i slaughter poetry :skeleton: Anyone ^o)

Wa'Alaykuum Asalam,

Jazaki Allahu Kheir for the welcome! I hope that you guys may benefit from them inshallah.

[Ğħαrєєвαħ]

Wa Alaaykum As'Salaam

Welcome to the forum!

Hope you enjoy your stay here and find it beneficial towards yourself inshaa'Allaah.

[Ansariyah]

Wa'Alaykuum Asalam,

Jazaki Allahu Kheir for the welcome! I appreciate it. And my poetry isn't off the hook, because anyone can write like this, it just depends on whether or not you write from your heart. And TabarakAllah, good to know there are some writers on the forum! Feel free to share them inshallah!

Wa'Alaykuum Asalam,

Jazaki Allahu Kheir for the welcome! I hope that you guys may benefit from them inshallah.

Salam bro (its me Yanoorah) I changed my name.

Here's a few links to some of my poems as requested:

http://www.islamicboard.com/creative...mond-dirt.html

http://www.islamicboard.com/creative...ling-eyes.html

http://www.islamicboard.com/creative...hardships.html

[Riana17]

Welcome aboard brother. InshaAllah you'll have a nice time and a beneficial stay here. Pls consider joining other topics you, you might as well enjoy and gain knowledge, inshallah