Poems collected by Azhar

[Azhar786]

:sl:
ALLAH ALLOWS LIFE 2 BE ROCKY. HIS CHALLENGE IS NOT 2 LET DA ROCKS GRIND U 2 DUST, BUT 2 POLISH U 2 BECOME A BRILLIANT GEM,
STAY PRECIOUS!!!

[Zulkiflim]

Salaam,

Wow..a good saying...very true,but Allah gives us many glad tidings that we seldom appreciate..
Too many that we take for granted...

[Azhar786]

You only live once so sit back and enjoy
No time for sorrows so fill it up with joy
This way of thinking is totally wrong
Our total existence is forever long
Life is for eternity its stages are four
The first is in the womb, but hold on there’s more
The second is from birth until the moment we die
The third takes place in the place where we lie
Barzakh is its name until judgement day
The fourth is eternity and in heaven we pray!
The soul splits from the body at the time we die
Then with the angel of death, they both will fly
If the person is pious =, the angel looks handsome
And the wicked will wish, that they could ransom
For the pious, the soul is taken on a piece of silk
Eventually, they’re in heaven with rivers of milk
The evil person’s soul is dragged out with pain
Then they know, their life was in vain
When Allah (swt) gives the order, the soul is returned
Either to a bed of paradise, or else to be burned
The soul is returned, while the family are grieving
And then he is questioned while his loved ones are leaving
At that time the person will be in such a state
He is asked three questions which determine his fate
He will be panicking, his heart full of fear
When he sees the angels, Munkar and Nakeer
He will be asked about his God, religion and what did he say
About the person who appears in front of him that day
That will be Muhammad (saw), who can save us from hell
The pious will recognise hi, but others won’t tell
After answering rightly they are saved from the ordeal
Of the torments of the grave, which to us seem unreal
Their grave is extended and in peace they stay
They will praise Allah (swt) and continue to pray
A window of paradise is seen and they sleep in bliss
Whereas the unbelievers grave becomes hell’s abyss
Creatures are let loose on their fronts and back
Their graves close in until their ribs crack
They are constant agony until judgement day
Nothing will help; it will be too late to pray
They will know because of themselves, their future is wrecked
But they wont have a clue what to further expect
For the believer, it passes like a good nights sleep
His good deeds have been done, the rewards he shall keep
Judgement day will pass like the time for a prayer
At the speed of light he crosses the bridge, thin as a hair
And before he knows it, he is in paradise
Whereas the unbeliever, will be paying his price
This life is a journey, death isn’t the end
Real life goes on, so don’t just pretend
So prepare now, were not here to stay
Follow Islam, the key is to pray
Brothers and sisters take this advice
You’ll be proud of yourself, when in paradise!

[IceQueen~]

:) nice masha allah

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[Azhar786]

Ramadan is here, its here!
Ramadan oh so dear, so dear

During this month we must fast
Opportunity for our good deeds to amass

From food and drink we abstain
Satan this month is put on a chain

Wake late in the night for Tahajjud
Pray like you really truly should

Duas at this early hour readily accepted
Almighty Allah hears all, the Most Elevated

Then eat your delicious sehri food
Throughout the day don’t be in a mood

Muslims fast all over worldwide
Rewards in this month multiplied

Your eyes will soon open up wide
Looking at all those samosas fried

But don’t just anxiously await the iftaar
Make dua, ask to be kept from sins afar

Recite the Holy Qur’an much
Each and every sunnah try to clutch

Make good speech your norm
Extra Nafl salaah do perform

Having kept your fast during the day
At night Taraweeh stand and pray

Practise the beautiful way of our Prophet*
And for eternity hereafter increase your profit!

* Peace and Blessing upon him
May Allah give us all the ability to make the most of this blessed month of Ramadan, ameen.

[Pk_#2]

AsalamuAlaykum

You should post em on different threads so we can discuss both poems seperately

Anyways jazakhala :)

[Azhar786]

AsalamuAlaykum

You should post em on different threads so we can discuss both poems seperately

Anyways jazakhala :)

:sl:
SISTER ILL KEEP THAT IN MIND THANKS

:w:

[Pk_#2]

AsalamuAlaykum, pleasure :)

[Azhar786]

This is the story of an average human
From his story there is so much to learn

"I work through life working day and night
Let me tell you of my miserable plight
Before that, let me thank Allah Most Merciful too
That's why I'm sharing my story with you

From young I was told I had to be the best
I must learn to score for my exams and tests
I studied hard to be the top in class
So that my friends will respect me with all the fuss

In my youth days, I was actually insecure
So much temptations and many are impure
I prayed sparingly but it didn't help me
Why couldn't I feel that Allah was watching me?

I wanted to be the cream of the cake
I didn't allow myself to make a single mistake
I wanted more friends and also be praised
When I didn't get complimented, I felt so dazed
I began to doubt myself again and again
Was I not good enough or was I insane?
I was feeling inadequate for my lack of looks
Was I too fat, short, or did my smile give the spooks?
I learnt to dress up in trendy clothes bought from stores
I wanted people to look at me and say 'wow' in awe

I wanted to be adored, praised and be popular
Success to me is to be top scholar
I wanted to shower myself in fame
I also hoped to earn a big name
I studied hard and topped my school high
I believe that to make friends, success is a tool

Whenever I was with friends and my date was just beside
I felt the pressure to display my witty side
I'm afraid my friends would leave me if I'm not nice enough
So I bought them gifts and other good stuff
Branded clothes, car, intelligence and friends indeed
You may think I have all that I need
But I'm still unhappy inside and I don't even know why
Was I not good enough, too ugly or too shy?

At work, I pleased my boss to show him I was the best
I treated my colleagues lunch and sacrificed all my rest
I was afraid that my boss disliked me if I lazed about
In front of him, I did my best and tried to stand out
Then I climbed the corporate ladder and be my own boss
Finally, I was successful but I was still in a loss
I was cheerful outside but scared inside
I was not even sure what I'm doing is right

I looked around to see all my best friends
I wonder if they still like me if my wealth ends?
I cannot bear to face rejection or even fail
If I become poor and old, will my friendships be stale?
I work hard, but who am I trying to impress?
The fear of losing my reputation is causing me stress
I want friends to respect me forever and ever
I could imagine my friendship to sever

But alas! My business failed me terribly
I was down with illness and suffered painfully
All the people whom I thought were faithful friends
Left me because my status has no stands
I'm left alone and wonder whether it is true?
To make good friends, wealth matters too?

I looked at the side of my bed and saw the Qur'an
Guilt enveloped me because the Qur'an I have read none
Since I was alone and feeling so bored
I explored the Qur'an to know about Allah the Lord

True Muslims friends start to befriend me
It doesn't matter whoever I'll be
They accept me and love me despite my flaws
I don't have to make them like me by using force
I don't have to impress Allah with my witty charm
I already know Allah loves us and protects us from harm

With Allah's help, we can attain peace in self
So let's put doubt back in Satan's shelf
If there are problems with work and with men
Please remember that it's part of Allah's plan
Ask from Allah because He listens to us always
Allah will help us with His Kindness and Grace

I met a man who is unfortunately blind
He then advised me with words so kind
He said, 'Love yourself and be grateful for what you are
You owe it to Allah for coming this far

Allah loves us and makes us Muslims
But many people don't appreciate it, it seems
It doesn't matter if we're poor or earn less
Allah loves who we are and He cares
Don't do good deeds if you do it for show
Or else your spiritual status will sink below

If you're humble, do good deeds and pray to Allah Most Wise
You can earn yourself a place in Paradise
Good Muslims overcome worries and insecurity
They are unfazed even if they are treated with hostility

Why be a slave to affluence and glamour?
Why worry if we are not witty with humour?
Always be yourself, dear brother, have no pretence
Allah will still love you, even if you don't have any fans
Why be afraid, dear brother, when friends shun away
When Allah is there for you it's always that way.'

After the blind man left, my mind started working
I was still surprised and truth starts coming
It seems that I may be a boss or lying here poor
but good Muslims greet me with salaam, a smile and no fear

I kept wondering, what is success to me?
Is it about having friends, or earning a good degree?
I had all these and yet I was not satisfied
Could it be because that Allah was not on my side?

Then I realize that I have been foolish
My INSECURITY is the one that was my leash
Why was I ungrateful to Allah Most Great?
Allah's helping us all the way as Fate

Oh! I'm ashamed for being so proud
When my success was actually a passing cloud!
Now I realize my great big mistake
So I do more good deeds now with sincerity and no fake

Let's learn from this life and tread the virtuous road
Remember that this world is only a temporary abode
Now I live through my life devoted to the Islamic cause
And repent, so Allah will love me despite my flaws."

Remember true success is not about having lots of friends
In fact, it is about passing Allah's tests
Happiness is not about showing off your generous part
In fact, it's about the ATTITUDE of your heart

Say: 'I like who I am and I'm glad to be me
I love being a Muslim and Allah sets my heart free!
I can feel in my mind and in my little heart bone
I confess - with Allah around, I know I'm never alone'.

[Azhar786]

How do women fit into Islam? What is their fate?

This has been the subject of many a debate

‘for the believing men and women, is a great reward’

this is from Surah al Ahzaab, the words of our Lord

it can be seen from reading the Holy Quran

that a woman has some privilege over a man

praying is exempted during menstruation

here Islam gives women consideration

a woman after marriage becomes a wife

for nine long months she carries new life

during childbirth she is exempted to fast

Islam is against the burying of girls in the past

they can pray at the mosque or even at home

they may marry or divorce ,its their choice, their own

after marriage she can retain her old maiden name

and is rewarded for treating all her offspring the same

once they are married they should live pious lives

‘and the best men are those who are best to their wives’

Islam shows equality my sisters and brothers

don’t forget paradise lies at the feet of your mothers

women in the UK had property rights from 1938

this right was given by Islam, 14 centuries to date

in the UK, women could vote from 1918

this was stated 1400 years ago in Islam our deen

women can work and lead a happily married life

but shouldn’t neglect her role as mother and wife

a woman for her child’s upbringing, deserves her credit

Islam also gives a woman the right to inherit

a woman’s status in Islam, we should never neglect

in Islam they are favoured and deserve their respect.

[Azhar786]

"My eye can see all that is in this world;
The Entire world is within my net.
I am only concerned with material things,
What have I to do with spiritual matters?
I can strike a thousand melodies,
And openly proclaim all the secrets that I learn."

Faith said:

"With your magic even the waves in the sea are set ablaze,
You can pollute the atmosphere with foul, poisonous gases.
When you associated with me, you were light,
When you broke off from me, your light became fire.
You were of Divine origin,
But you have been caught in the clutches of Shaytan.
Come, make this wasteland a garden once again.
Borrow from me a little of my ecstasy,
And in the world set up a paradise.
From the day of creation we have been associates,
We are the low and high tunes of the same melody."

[IceQueen~]

now I like this one:D :D :D

[Azhar786]

I Knew U Sisters Would Like This1 Lol

[Kamilah]

Masha'Allah thats a really nice poem.

JazakAllah brother.

[Azhar786]

I Cry,
I cry out loud but not in pain,
I cry ayats out of love,
for Allah the Beneficent, the Merciful is His name.

I cry out loud unto my lord asking His forgiveness,
Seeking his protection and for glorifying His name.
Faith has entered my heart as Islam resides within my brain.
No longer trapped in disbeleif, no more living the shaytan's game.

I cry ,
I cry out loud the call to prayer Qad qama-tis-salah,
Qad qama-tis-salah, Muslims hear from far and near,
The beauty of the Adhan testifying within their ears.

I cry,
I cry out unto my Lord each and every time I pray
five times a day,
Prayng not to bring about His wrath,
Praying for protection from going astray.

I cry out loud,
La ilaha il-ilallah Muhammadar-Rasulullah.
Upon the world...this call I cry,
So world hear me cry this call out loud.
Unto my Lord I cry, for Islam I cry out loud.

[Kittygyal]

salam.
subhanallah!!! is this some nashid??? && did you write this your self??
w.salam

[Kittygyal]

salam.
nice good stuff shukran AKhi
w.salam

[Kittygyal]

salam
subhanallah!! 'I like who I am and I'm glad to be me
I love being a Muslim and Allah sets my heart free!
I can feel in my mind and in my little heart bone
I confess - with Allah around, I know I'm never alone'. very true mashallah good stuff
w.salam

[Kittygyal]

salam.
mashallah me love it, will print this out && save inshallah
w.salam

[Kittygyal]

salam.
mashallah Shukran Akhi
w,.salam

[Carpe Diem]

Asalaam Brother, uve posted maad amounts of good poems up here lol
wish i had more time to read em all
this one is nice, a lil more depth in this one, jazak'Allah again

Much Luv & Salaam

[The Ruler]

:sl:

i got dat poem too n b4 i didnt relly get it....but now i do alhamdulillah :happy:

:w:

[Azhar786]

It was a day of cutting sadness and endless sorrow.
Outside, a grayish mist under a somber sky hid a street,
Leading to a gentle home, whose door I peered through,
To catch a glimpse of the turmoil coming from within;
A home once packed with energy and vigor
Now flooded with melancholic rivers of tears;
I stared at the ghostlike face of the woman lying on the cot;
A woman, once full of life, now as cold as a winter's chill,
Surrounded by those who admired and loved her;
The aura around her sending rays of sadness into my heart,
Unearthing from my childhood, the precious memories of her
And as I thought and thought in a mindless trance
I saw the Angel of Death bowing before her,
Tears coming out of his lustrous eyes
That life so precious as hers, he had to take
"Please, don't take her," the words whispered out of my mouth;
But he managed to bring himself together and flew away
Taking her soul into the higest heavens in the sky
My heart sunk, as tears flooded out of my eyes
And my eyes simply stared into the dismal sky.

[Azhar786]

If only you knew the torments of hell
It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell
It is in existence even as we speak
And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak
On the day of rising, hell will be in view
A terrible sight, if only you knew
It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns
And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains


After burning for a thousand years , it's flames turned white
A thousand more years, now it's as black as the night
You think the flames are bearable, you're totally wrong
The flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strong
In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones
The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones
The thickness of your skin will greatly increase
Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease


The people in hell are there to stay
They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day
70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown
to hit the bottom of hell and it won't be alone
the food of hell resembles a devil's head
and to drink, boiling water and blood bright red
which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out
the inhabitants of hell will scream and shout
some will be taken out by Almighty Allah's command
but the polytheists will stay eternally ****ed


Take up islam, the only way to succeed
and if you don't, you're unfortunate indeed
brothers and sisters, help determine your fate
once you see hellfire, it'll be far too late

[Azhar786]

Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate


No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold


The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk


Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse


Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil


There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay


Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise

[Azhar786]

A Good Neighbor


For your neighbors, lend a hand
Show them that you understand
They have rights we must protect
Show them kindness and respect
For your neighbors try to care
When they're troubled, help repair
Lend an ear and listen too
If they're worried, help them through
For your neighbors give a smile
Spend time with them for a while
Look after your neighbor's needs
And Allaah will reward your deeds




Eating Habits


Stop your Play, it's time to eat,
Come wash your hands and take a seat
Before you start though, bring to mind,
The mercy of Allah who is so kind.


So begin in the name of Allah,
By always saying Bismillah,
Don't dish out more than you can eat,
For Muslims shouldn't over eat.


And one thing you must understand,
It's good to eat with your right hand,
Never stuff your mouth with food,
That would surely be most rude.


Take your time and chew quite well,
Pick up morsels in case it fell,
Eat your food and leave no waste,
There's no need to eat in haste.


Drink your tea and slip slow,
You don't have to gulp you know,
When you've finished thank Allah,



Good Deeds

Allah loves children
who cares for others,
who do deeds of kindness
to sisters and brothers;


like lending a hand
to somebody hurt,
like smiling at him
and saying a kind word;


like happily sharing
with girls and with boys
one's favorite things
like books and like toys;


like sending flowers to somebody ill;
a visit to him
would be nicer still.


There are many things
we can do for each other,
to make life happy
for our sister and brother.

[Azhar786]

What is the purpose of this life?

What is the purpose of this life?
Money, holidays, a beautiful wife?
There is no point in us denying
Each heart beat brings us closer to dying
You'll breathe your last
Your life will have past
Don't pretend
Death's not the end


You will taste death, death never waited
Look around you, everything's created
It has a creator, it has a meaning
A mother gives birth and then comes it's weaning
The sun rises and gives us light
It sets, then falls, the blanket of night
The plants all grow, when falls the rain
They give fruits to man, and they too will wane


Why does man think that he will get away?
Spending life aimlessly, as if he's here to stay
A fixed time is appointed, everything will perish
Everything you hate, everything you relish
Except the Almighty Allah, He will remain
And then will come judgement, all on one plain


Allah will say, I gave you life
I gave you health, wealth and a wife
What did you do with your time?
What did you do in your prime?
Did you spread my message, did you spread islam?
Why not? Did you not read the Quran?
My friends, we muslims, we are so blessed
Allah gave us islam to supercede all the rest


My non-muslim friends, the Quran must be read
Read before it's too late and you're dead
You owe it to yourselves, it will make you cry
You'll know these words are from the Lord most High
Instructing mankind to the purpose of life
And the reward my friends is everlasting life


Our purpose is to worship our Lord most High
The reward is heaven where no one will die
You'll have anything you want, all the best dishes
And Almighty Allah will grant all of your wishes


This life my friends is just a cage
We should live by His orders, to be safe from his rage
You will understand when you read the holy Quran
You'll know the religion of truth is islam
Protect yourself and your families from hell
Embrace islam and all will be well
For the deeds of this life, you'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise

Life after death

You only live once so sit back and enjoy
No time for sorrows so fill it up with joy
This way of thinking is totally wrong
Our total existence is forever long
Life is for eternity its stages are four
The first is in the womb, but hold on there's more


The second is from birth until the moment we die
The third takes place in the place where we lie
Barzakh is it's name until judgement day
The fourth is eternity and in heaven we pray!
The soul splits from the body at the time we die
Then with the angel of death, they both will fly


If the person is pious, the angel looks handsome
And the wicked will wish, that they could ransom
For the pious, the soul is taken on a piece of silk
Eventually, they're in heaven with rivers of milk
The evil person's soul is dragged out with pain
Then they know, their life was in vain


When Allah swt gives the order, the soul is returned
Either to a bed of paradise, or else to be burned
The soul is returned, while the family are grieving
And then he is questioned while his loved ones are leaving
At that time the person will be in such a state
He is asked three questions which determine his fate
He will be panicking, his heart full of fear
When he sees the angels, Munkar and Nakeer


He will be asked about his God, religion and what did he say
About the person who appears in front of him that day
That will be Muhammed saws, who can save us from hell
The pious will recognise him, but others won't tell
After answering rightly they are saved from the ordeal
Of the torments of the grave, which to us seem unreal
Their grave is extended and in peace they stay
They will praise Allah swt and continue to pray


A window of paradise is seen and they sleep in bliss
Whereas the unbelievers grave becomes hell's abyss
Creatures are let loose on their fronts and back
Their graves close in until their ribs will crack
They are in constant agony until judgement day
Nothing will help, it will be too late to pray


They will know because of themselves, their future is wrecked
But they won't have a clue what to further expect
For the believer, it passes like a good night's sleep
His good deeds have been done, the rewards he shall keep
Judgement day will pass like the time for a prayer
At the speed of light he crosses the bridge, thin as a hair
And before he knows it, he is in paradise


Whereas the unbeliever, will be paying his price
This life is a journey, death isn't the end
Real life goes on, so don't just pretend
So prepare now, we're not here to stay
Follow islam, the key is to pray
Brothers and sisters take this advice
You'll be proud of yourself, when in paradise!

[Azhar786]

Ya Allah.....

Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me Imaan and Victory
Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me strength to set us free
As we struggle on your path
Mujahideen

Grant us Ya Allah.....
The eyes to see your light
And show us Ya Allah.....
What is wrong and what is right
As we walk along your path
Siratul Mustaqeem

Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me Imaan and Victory
Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me strength to set us free
As we struggle on your path
Mujahideen

Help us Ya Allah.....
Spread this blessed Deen
And help us Ya Allah.....
Help the Muslimeen
And help us Ya Allah.....
Overcome the Mushrikeen

Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me Imaan and Victory
Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me strength to set us free
As we struggle on your path
Mujahideen

Make us Ya Allah.....
Fighters for your Deen
And make us Ya Allah.....
Forever Mu'mineen
And do this Ya Allah.....
Despite the Kaafireen

Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me Imaan and Victory
Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me strength to set us free
As we struggle on your path
Mujahideen

[------]

Wow! Wiked poem! Jazakallah!

[nishom]

Masha'Allah, beautiful.

[lyesh]

masha Allah

[Carpe Diem]

Asalaam Alaikum

Allahu Akbar, I love this, is it from a nasheed or something? It reads very much like it could be 'sung', either way I enjoyed readin this piece, it flows smoothly and inspires, Mash'Allah

Ma'a Salaama

ps - where you getting all these from? lol

[Carpe Diem]

:sl:

Subhan'Allah, may all our Ummah be granted Jannah, granted Al-Firdaus, ameen

Asalaam

[fatimah]

:sl: :bravo: very well wrighten mashaAllah:bravo: :w:

[united]

its from a song by mynaraps/ native deen. great words, pity about the misic though.

[Carpe Diem]

Mash'Allah these are helpful and a good reminder, Jazak'Allah Broda

Ma'a Salaama

[Azhar786]

Please, Dad
BY AZHAR786

As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud my only care.
There was nothing I couldn't do,
My heart held fast that to be true.

Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn't too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what's right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live that you had died.
Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.

Please, Dad, today just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Though I can't fight what I can't see,
Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me

[Carpe Diem]

Aw Mash'Allah thats heartfelt and deep bro, keep ya head up, stay strong

Much Luv & Salaam

[Kittygyal]

salam.


:cry: :cry: :cry: YA ALLAH!! that is soo touching wish i had a papa :'(

w.salam

[al Amaanah]

Assalaamu 'alaykum

Khair insha Allah ukhtee..and masha Allah bro. Jazaak Allah for sharing this.

[Azhar786]

You said you'd always be there

But you're nowhere to be found
I can't believe you left me

I feel so low beneath the ground
There's nothing I can do now

I trusted you with all my heart
But now you're gone

You're the one who tore my life apart
I've learned not to trust

There's nothing more to say
You've lost someone special

You can't get back each day
Now you're the one left in the dark

And all of a sudden you feel my pain
You expect me to take you back

But you still feel you're not to blame
I could never forgive you

Even if I tried
You can never make up

For the lonely nights I've cried
You will never know the feeling

Of losing the person you need the most
To laugh and cry and love you

Instead of making you feel like a ghost
I've moved on with my life

Without you by my side
My pain has kept so long

I'm telling you how I feel inside
In a way I want to thank you

Because of you I'm strong
I just wanted you to know

I didn't turn out wrong

[Azhar786]

I sat
And watched a tree grow today,
It stood
Where nothing was yesterday.
I saw
Leaves of brilliant green and gold,
It moved
Rustling gently in the cold.
I heard
Its rattling sigh of breath,
It knew
That I sat watching its death.
I cried
Tears that fell on empty earth,
It died
Before I knew its true worth.
I loathed
Its beauty forever gone,
It fell
Due to evil going on.
I hoped
And through the dirt I did sift,
It loved
Enough to leave me a gift.
I sat
And wondered what I should do,
It stood
In my heart where it first grew.
I saw
In my hand a tiny seed,
It moved
And my tortured soul it freed.

[IceQueen~]

:'( awww that's so sweet... masha allah

[Azhar786]

A mirror in a darkened room
with only fleeting bits of light,

has only gloomy shadows
to reflect, to answer, to return.

One comes before the mirror
full of light.

The mirror, in full brilliance then,
returns the precious gift.

We all are mirrors of a sort.
Some sharp and clear.

Others rather dark.
Some flawed with grief

or pain too great to bear.
But, in our way, we all reflect

what stands before us.
So then, when you gaze into

my glass,
my face,

my eyes,
my heart,

the image there is true.
You see yourself.

For I must reflect, answer and
return your precious gift to me

and dread the day you take your light
away.

[...]

J/K for sharing akhee! :'( :'(

[Azhar786]

Sleepless nights,
dreadful dreams,
are haunting me.

The mysterious sounds
of the night,
are very frightening me.

Panic and rage
Runs through my body
The devil is trying to get in.

Day after day
I fight off the urges
That would be so satisfying

A battle rages
Deep within my soul
It's all I can do to hold on.

Prayer is my weapon,
faith gives me peace of mind,
to stop the demons from taking over.

Depression knocks me down,
Grace picks me back up,
As the battle still rages

I pray and pray
For the fight to end
But I know the battle is still within.

[MinAhlilHadeeth]

That's really beautiful:). Did you write that yourself?

:wasalamex

[Azhar786]

Sister Yes I Did

[Re.TiReD]

:sl: woah!! mashaAllah that is DEEP! :cry:

[Re.TiReD]

:sl: ya akhee! you are so talented! did you write this yourself too? :w:

[Azhar786]

no sister i didnt rite this 1myself

[Re.TiReD]

oh okay...but still good tho! :)

[Pretty_najm]

That was beautiful MashaAllah!

Asalamu Alaikum , Ramadan Mubarak

[Pretty_najm]

Awwwwww, subhanAllah

[Pk_#2]

AsalamuAlaykum,

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :'(

[Pk_#2]

AsalamuAlaykum,

awww :'(

jazakhala, you wrote it yourself? aww that's well good

Tc of yaself Akhi

[MT2]

:sl:

Masha'Allah that's beautiful. Jazak Allahu Khair for sharing and keep up the good work

:w:

[Kittygyal]

salam.
:cry: :cry: :'( OMG!!! walahi that made me cry i miss my mam :cry: I LOVE MY MAM I WISH SHE WAS WITH ME NOW! :'( :'(
w.salam

[Sal3ma 7]

aww..:cry:
Mashaallah thats beautiful..

[UmmTalhah]

"GIVE ME YA ALLAH....."


Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me Imaan and Victory

Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me strength to set us free

As we struggle on your path
Mujahideen


Grant us Ya Allah.....
The eyes to see your light

And show us Ya Allah.....
What is wrong and what is right

As we walk along your path
Siratul Mustaqeem


Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me Imaan and Victory

Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me strength to set us free

As we struggle on your path
Mujahideen

Help us Ya Allah.....
Spread this blessed Deen

And help us Ya Allah.....
Help the Muslimeen

And help us Ya Allah.....
Overcome the Mushrikeen


Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me Imaan and Victory

Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me strength to set us free

As we struggle on your path
Mujahideen


Make us Ya Allah.....
Fighters for your Deen

And make us Ya Allah.....
Forever Mu'mineen

And do this Ya Allah.....
Despite the Kaafireen

Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me Imaan and Victory

Give me Ya Allah.....
Give me strength to set us free
As we struggle on your path

Mujahideen

[Carpe Diem]

Asalaam Alaikum Sis

Jazak'Allah for posting this and Ameen may Allah grant us strength and blessings in every trial and tribulation and keep us on the right path, Insha'Allah :)

Ma'a Salaama sis

[Kittygyal]

salam.
subhanllah a very beautiful poem && also Amin Thumma Amin
w.salam

[Azhar786]

nobody wants 2read this 1 lol is it that BAD

[- Qatada -]

:salamext:


Masha'Allaah.. that's deep bro. may Allaah save us from the hellfire, ameen.

[Azhar786]

He told him to read Allah’s command one day you will meet in front you will stand
He listened to him and started his path he taught of the torment of the hell fires wrath.
To this day we look up to him the light is still bright never to dim.
There once was a great man who walked this earth
He was very blessed even since birth
He came with a message sent from above
He taught and preached and showed us love

He spread Islam and showed us the light
He taught us good the wrong from right
He listened and learned and warned the disbelievers
Who will surely be burned

He was honest and kind
He helped everyone the poor and the blind
He gave advice he gave respect
He was always straight forward and always direct

One night he sat alone, he saw a great light that shimmered and shone.
To his surprise and angel appeared he replied to him do not fear

[Pk_#2]

AsalamuAlaykum,

be patient you hardly waited a second for replies, man we gotta read this first,

The flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strong? (wrong)


The flames of Hell are sixty nine times as strong**

Jazakhala for sharing this, did you write it? if yes mashaAllah.

It was a nice poem :)

Ameen to the dua


Tc bro.

[Pk_#2]

ASalamuAlaykum,

mashaAllah and Jazakhala :)

[Azhar786]

DEDICATED TO THE MOTHERS WHO HAVE LOST THERE CHILDRN:cry: :cry:


I am the one who is so poor
I am the one who is so miserable
Can anyone feel my misery?

I am the one who feels a pain, a harsh pain in my heart
I am the one who suffers disappointment everyday, every hour, every minute.
Do you feel that pain?

I am the one who has to bury my own children
My innocent and helpless children
Bury her own children
Do you understand how it feels to bury
Innocent and helpless children

I am the one who is injured and has to treat my own injuries
I am the one who has to wipe my own tears.
Do you know how it hurts when you are ..... injured

I am the one who watches bleeding bodies,
Needy hands, tearful eyes, and broken hearts every second
I am the one who has to wake up with the sound of weapons

Have you ever.....
Touched bleeding bodies, dried tearful eyes, felt needy hands
Heard the terrible sounds of weapons

I am the one who lives alone, who is not alive, who is not dead
I am the one who is helpless
Have you ever felt you are ..... helpless, alone

I am the one whose heart is broken and whose eyes are tearful
I am the one who has gone with the wind
Has anyone ever broken your heart?

Where are my children, my innocent and helpful children?
Why have they left me alone?

How does a mother feel when she looses her children?
Do you know.....
How a mother feels when she sees the empty bed, the tiny clothes.....

Where are my lovely nights and pleasant morning?
Where is my sky, my blue and bright sky?

Who will help me?
Who will treat my injuries?

Come my lovely children,
Don't leave me alone,
Don't forget me.

Do you know who I am?
I am a mother.
I am the one who lost my child

The battle for power continues
And the innocent pay for it WHY?

.....Because some are too greedy.....

The time is coming.....
'And say; the truth has come and the falsehood has vanished; surely falsehood is a vanishing thing.' (The Holy Qur'an, 17:81)

So.....
Never loose HOPE

[Azhar786]

My role model, my revered prophet
The light of God\'s eye
It is by mimicking your actions that

I strive to live and die
If I can just be a mere fraction
Of the person that you were
My bounties, knowledge and goodness
Will indeed commence to incur

No single unbeliever (black nor white)
Can aid in your defamation
It is through God\'s eyes that you are
The key to human kind\'s salvation

O Prophet, my beloved prophet
The Seal of all who came before you
Your kindness, love and compassion
Cannot ever be surpassed nor eschewed

They have tried to denounce you
Yet your name is inscribed in the throne of God
Indeed they\'ll never know love will surpass hate
And their plan to vilify you is flawed

They can say whatever they want to say
They will unfortunately never know
The love and admiration for you that
Will ALWAYS and FOREVER continue to grow

[Carpe Diem]

Beuatiful piece broda, love and respect and dua's to our Prophet PBUH

[Carpe Diem]

:cry: this is so sad
i send my Dua to all mothers that Allah aid them to be strong Insha'Allah...

am the one who watches bleeding bodies,
Needy hands, tearful eyes, and broken hearts every second
I am the one who has to wake up with the sound of weapons

Have you ever.....
Touched bleeding bodies, dried tearful eyes, felt needy hands
Heard the terrible sounds of weapons


that was deep :cry:

[Carpe Diem]

:sl:

Mash'Allah thats beautiful poem of the Prophet PBUH :D

[Kittygyal]

assalamualikum warahmatullahi warahbarakathuhu

OMG!!! :cry: :'( :'(

Think about it, I HAD TO BURY MY OWN MAM!! :'( :'( YA ALLAH!!

Wailakumassalam warahmatullahi warabarakthuhu

[Nσσя'υℓ Jαииαн]

omg so sad :cry:
nice share sis :(

[MuslimahBlue]

wow that poem was sad
who is the author???

[MusLiM 4 LiFe]

=:cry: :-\

sum touchn stuff

[MusLiM 4 LiFe]

das so sweeeeeeeeeeet awww

[chacha_jalebi]

mashallah man good poem

jus reminds you this world is nothin man, its all bout jannah and we gota work for jannah :D

[MusLiM 4 LiFe]

mashallah nice poem

[MusLiM 4 LiFe]

innit.. inshahallah we all get it :)

[Woodrow]

This is a post where the views will far outnumber the comments. It is hard for anyone to come up with a reply. Except to say "May Allah(swt) spare me"

[MusLiM 4 LiFe]

dats so tru bro.. ^

[MahmoodShariff]

aswrwb

mashaAllah nice, needs a bit of touch on the rhythm though.

[Azhar786]

bro put some rhythm in then lets see wat u can do!!!

[Azhar786]

Every day and every night

I think about the day, so bright.

Did I do good or did I do bad?

Did I ever make anyone mad?


I think about the deeds I have done,

Did I just spend the day having fun?

Did I do anything to please Allah,

Anything like praying salah?


Did I pray Qur'an or give a helping hand,

To anyone in this humongous land?

Did I do dhikr, remembering my lord?

Or did I just stay sitting, looking out of the window bored?


Good deeds, bad deeds, which did I do today?

Or is the record I have the same everyday?

Did I visit the sick, give them some company?

Or did I only think about me me me?


Maybe I should think, just for a minute or two,

Did I do just one good deed, even if it's nothing new?

Just one good deed to please Allah

To make it my entry to Jannah.

[amatu]

jazakallah for the poem bro

[Azhar786]

np sis

[afriend2]

Salaam,

MashAllah excellent poem...reminds me of a song :D

Wassalam :peace:

[SophiaCroft]

Sweet Poem!

[MusLiM 4 LiFe]

wkd poem.. :D

[Daaiyah]

Ma shallah

Daaiyah

[Hijaabi22]

Salaam,

MashAllah excellent poem...reminds me of a song :D

Wassalam :peace:

me 2 top stuff :

[Kittygyal]

Assamualikum warahmathullahi warbarakathuhu

shukran Akhi mashallah nice poem :)

walikumassalam warhmathullahi warbarakathuhu

[Azhar786]

salaam thank u all

[Azhar786]

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.

[Azhar786]

I will not say, O Brother, what the spiritual concert is,
Until I know who is listening to it.

If he begins his flight from the tower of the spirit.
The Angels will not keep up with his soaring.

But if he be a man of error, vanity and play,
The Shaytan will grow more powerful in his brain.

The Rose is torn apart by the morning breeze,
But not the log; for it can only be split by an ax.

The world feeds on music, drunkenness and rivalry.
But what does the blind man see in a mirror?

[Azhar786]

Grant me authority.
My craft is to travel on the sea light
Do not amend my attention to others, but you,
My head, brain and acumen
Shall be acquiescent to you.

I pray to you.

I shall not desire depending upon the will of another.
Where doubtful and uncertainty
You are compassionate.

I pray to you.

I have no accusation but am grateful to you.
Me and my life, the [/CENTER][/CENTER]gifts you manifest.

I pray to you.

[Azhar786]

I began my journey the day I was born.
My name told my destiny.
Yet, it remained hidden for me to discover.
I traveled a long time to get to this moment.
So many cactuses I stumbled over in the dark.
No star lighted my path-- I was not yet awake.
Naivety guided me into sandstorms that made wounds in my soul.
Ignorance blinded me as the cactus' thorns scratched me.
However, these wounds propelled me forward and kept me on
a certain path.
One day, when I looked ahead, I saw an oasis.
A mirage, I thought, so I slowly walked towards it-- expecting
to be fooled again.
When I reached the mirage, I found a rose.
I touched it and found it was no dream.
Entranced by this rose, I placed it in the vase of my heart.
As it took root, it became a part of me.
My blindness lifted, for I could see the true Light.
Faith rested in my heart.
My desert rose led me to this destiny.
When I stray-- its paper thorns remind me to come back to
the straight path.
Each day it continues growing, it strengthens my heart and
my soul.
I water it with my prayers, my charity, my fasting.
This rose is here to stay--
It guides me to an eternal Garden.
My thoughts, my goals, my actions are preparing my place in
that Garden.
That is where I will rest my roots--
As long as this rose remains in my heart.

[Naira]

jazakAllah brother

[Azhar786]

Jew


Why a Jew can grow his beard and he is just practicing his faith and he has his freedom?

But when Muslim does the same, he is an extremist and terrorist!


Muslim

Nun


Why a nun can be covered from head to toe and she is respected for devoting her self to God?

But when Muslimah does the same she oppressed and they are reactionary!


Hijab

Western Women


When a western women stays at home to look after her house and kids she is respected because of sacrificing herself and doing good for the household?

But when a Muslim woman does so by her Will, because Islam don't prevent Muslim women from work they say, "she needs to be liberated"!


Muslim Women

Anything


Any girl can go to university wearing as she need and have her rights and freedom?

But when Muslimah wears Hijab they prevent her from entering university!


Hijab

Subject


When a child dedicates himself to a subject he has potential.

But when he dedicates himself to Islam he is hopeless!


Islam

Question


When a Christian or Jew kills someone religion is not mentioned, but when Muslim is charged with a crime, it is Islam that goes to a trial!


Question

Hero


When someone sacrificing himself to keep others life, he is a noble one and all respects him.

But when a Palestinian do that to save his son from being killed, his brother's arm being broken, his mother being raped, his home being destroyed, and his mosque being violated. He gets the title of terrorist! Why? Because he is Muslim!


Terrorist

Question


When there is a trouble we accept any solution? Only if the solution is in Islam, we refuse without having a look at this solution.


Question

Car


When someone drive a perfect car in a bad way no one blame the car.

But when any Muslim make a mistake or treat people in a bad manner - people say "Islam is the reason"!


Islam

Newspapers


Without looking to the tradition of Islam, why people believe what the newspaper say.

But question what the Quran say!


Quran

[Naira]

this is so nice
jazakallah hu kheir

[Naheezah]

interestin' jazaaks 4 sharin':)

[Naheezah]

:sl: hmm da rose in da poem it's our "ímaan" ryt??:rollseyes:?
anyway jazaaks 4 sharin'.:thumbs_up

[shible]

This is a really good reasoning.

Though most of us may have encountered variuos kind of Issues as mentioned above. we don't make it as a thought to post it as a thread.

I am really happy to see this thread. I hope to search and try to contribute some more of these issues in the mere future.

Hold you heads high brother. This is not jus a thread that needs replies but a thread that needs real answers

[AmarFaisal]

I have read this be4 n is thought provoking! good share

[Naira]

very good brother jazakallah hu kheir

[Samira_01]

mashallah .. good poem :)

[Samira_01]

Mashallah .. good poem :)

[Samira_01]

mashallah niice poem :)

[Naira]

JazakAllah hu kheir

[Nσσя'υℓ Jαииαн]

Nice poem, Masha'Allah :)
Jazak Allah Khair.

[Azhar786]

In the name of Allah we are born
In His name we live
and in His name we die


Our shadows prostrate to their Creator morning and evening
without our consent
Birds and animals usher in the times of prayer


Birds circumambulate the Ka'ba
while migrating birds stretch forth their wings
finding their way by Allah's Mercy


Only to feel unrest and leave once more
ever-searching, traveling discontent until they die


We, also wander
some blindly
while others see

[Azhar786]

I walk along a sandy beach
The sound of the sea fills my ears
The sun strains through the grayness of the sky
The sand feels warm beneath my feet
I shiver from the coolness of the wind

I found a golden shell some years ago
I recognized its beauty
And held it tight
It stayed with me o'er rocks and sand
Storm and calm
Only once I dropped it
But quickly picked it up again

Now it’s part of me
Its golden rays shine from within
Its light reaching out to others
Through my submission
If ever I think its beauty belongs to me
I may lose it forever
For I am only a carrier of its light

[Azhar786]

I am a Muslim, but only by name
When it comes to practicing, what a shame!
I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie
It's alright if I occasionally lie.

Yes I practice, BUT when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases society.
If I show my ankles, they'll point and laugh
They'll think it's too short and reckon I'm daft.

If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They'll reckon I'm a fanatic or something weird.

If I wear the sunnah I'll get great reward
But the Kuffaar will look down on me, that I can't afford.

Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name.
I make excuses which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I'm a sane man and I'm on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack!

To hide my inferiority complex I protest it's unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I'm a blatant fraudulent
The best thing is no-one can hear what's going on inside
People think I've got it made and with my life I'm satisfied.
But I'm afraid this is a fable and it's a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this I daren't even mention.

If I remain ignorant it's OK, 'cos then I don't have to practice
Yes I'm conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalima and I think I have Imaan
I can't help my attitude - I was placed in a Kufrstaan.

Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name
And with my precious life I'm playing a foolish disastrous game!

A little Muslim from Palestine
I’ll always be a contender
Yes I know my bones are very tender
And by Allah you won’t see me surrender

Look at my eyes/ you’ll see no butterflies
My home is filled with cries …….due to all the lost lives
But I swear by Allah I’ll never compromise
I’ll still throw the stones even with my broken bones
Why can’t I hear from you, don’t you have any phones?
Yes I forgot, you’re not on the chase, try it out and put your self in my place

Soon I’ll return to my lord, the one that deserves every grace
Oh you don’t have to worry because of me you’ll find no trace
You could have sent me at least one dinner plate I guess it is my fate
It really is to late, why did you wait
And la ilaha ill Allah is my mate

[Azhar786]

I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without stopping to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful, I like that about you. I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you are mine.

Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God. I am only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back. You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you. But you have yielded your life to me and I'm going to make your life a living hell. That way we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God. Thanks to you.

I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life. With all of the good times we've had..... We have been watching dirty movies, cursing people, out partying, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, indulging in fornication, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults and those in leadership position, NO respect for the mosque, bad attitudes: SURELY you don't want to give all this up.

Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say "THANKS" for letting me use you for most of your foolish life. You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in HA HA HA, you make me sick. Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life. You look 20 years older, I need new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin.

All you have to do is smoke, drink alcoholic beverages, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and listen to and dance to the top 10 jams. Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that. Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, ask forgiveness from Him, live for God with what little bit of life that you have left. It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you...... IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR GOD.

[Naheezah]

jazaaks 4 sharing! May Allah guides us all on da str8 path alwez.:)

[Al_Imaan]

great poem...Jazak Allah

[Samira_01]

soo truee :cry: Ya Alllah

jzk akhi for such a wonderful (advise) been posted bi yu ..

[Skillganon]

GREAT POEM. You should put that them on a muslim magazine.

[Azhar786]

Prostrate not before Earth or statues oh bondman
Nor bow to the moon, the stars nor the sun

It is Allāh who is your Lord, the Creator of the heavens
The Creator of everything, even the skies seven

He made the sun and moon subservient for you
A canopy above with the beautiful sky blue



The mountains acting as pegs, the earth a stretched floor,
The rivers and streams so you may thank Him more,

He made two kinds of every fruit in the earth,
And soil whereby vegetation is given birth.

No doubt in that are signs for a people who reflect,
A blessing for all, even those who sinfully neglect.



He covers the night with the day, it rolls around
Until evening comes and the moon is found

Watch the sun and moon as they move to an appointed term,
Learn, pay attention and be grateful and in Islām firm

Do you hear? He is the Dignified, the Forgiving
The Creator of the Earth, and everything...

[Azhar786]

I was feeling ill
Solution was the pill
If only it could make me recover
In a spilt, like the Creator

The adhan was heard calling
The water for wudhu' was cool freezing
Wiz His name I began my prayer
To HIM i submit and surrender

To the bed i jumped again
Nothing else to bargain
Covering myself with blankets
I was asleep as though in casket

Dreams brought me far
To an island offshore
I saw a bird flying
I thought of many things

I tried to catch the bird
Till i fall down like dirt
And i could not get up
There was no one to help out

I cry a lot but there wasn't any tear
I was left all alone in my own fear
I was awake from the loud sound "vroom"
Alhamdulillah i was safe in my room

A sparrow flew on to my window sill
Making sound behind the grill
It was the same bird as in my dream
But only real this time it seem

I get up and walk towards the window
And the bird was quiet for a minute over
I saw a man starting his bike noisily
Disturbing the bird especially

And now i notice why didn't the bird fly
Just like when i'm ill, i could only lie
It's wing was injured badly
Perhaps by someone or accidentally

SubhanAllah I was thinking
How much ni'mat He has been giving
To ponder upon HIS creatings
Animals with four legs, others with wings.

I thought how wonderful Allah is
Everything around me is really His
I realise how much lucky i am
I'm still able to move around

Thank ya Allah for all that Ya give
The illness Ya bestow is indeed a gift
Every illness comes with His forgiveness
May He grants us mercy and easness

Ameen

[Akil]

That’s cool :P but don't capitalize him. Makes it look like your talking about HIM (His Infernal Majesty), they are a music group that uses a stylized pentagram (they call a heartagram) for their symbol. >.<

[Samira_01]

Jzk :)

[101193]

it is so true and great poem mashallah imsad :cry:

[FollowingAlhuda]

I really thought somebody was introducing him or herself

[Abu Ibraheem]

truth!

Sounds like the common day muslim slogan "we got to be modern Muslims" type attitudes, "did you know the malaki madhab allows the trimming of the beard" type stance..."its a valid posistion" type nonsense.

[Helena]

mashAllah that is really great, direct, connects with the muslims around the world whom need to understand inshAllah sooner or later....

so true...imsad ......

May Allah(swt) guide us all to the righteous path inshAllah and show us light of Islam inshAllah......and most of all keep us away from the satans whispers inshAllah...

so moving poem....imsad

[AQSA]

Soon I’ll return to my lord, the one that deserves every grace
Oh you don’t have to worry because of me you’ll find no trace
You could have sent me at least one dinner plate I guess it is my fate
It really is to late, why did you wait
And la ilaha ill Allah is my mate

awwww how sweet, subhanallah:cry:

shame on us!

[Snowflake]

was that two poems or one?

neways, sadly there's a lot of muslims who fit into that catagory. I was telling someone something islamic once and the response I got was... "plz don't tell me, cuz I'd be sinning if I knew and didn't do it." :X

May Allah give us all hidayah and make us better muslims. Ameeeen.

[Azhar786]

salaam

its just the 1poem sister

[Azhar786]

Islam forbids looking at a member of the opposite sex with desire; for the eye is the key to the feelings, and the look is the messenger of desire, carrying the message of fornication or adultery.
A poet of ancient times has said:
'All affairs begin with the sight,
the raging fire a spark can ignite'

While a contemporary poet declares:
'A look, then a smile,
then a nod of the head,
then a talk, then a promise,
then the warmth of the bed'

[Azhar786]

I look around me
It is not pleasing to see

Brother and sisters casually freemixing
Without a care for their sinning

Lowly nafs they are obeying
Not thinking about their inevitable ending

Please step back and spare a thought
About the day when the Almighty will ask what have you brought?

Oh my fellow Muslim amend your way
Before you become the devils prey

Note: The above poem was written as a result of witnessing on a frequent basis the freemixing of our muslim sisters & brothers at college and university.

[Azhar786]

Treading miles afar from home,
spanning the delicate hours of life,
aspiring to behold the awaited glory
As I walk past a narrow alley,
the sun of Medina brims over,
casting upon an exhausted traveller,
its motherly warmth.
A wry smile draws on my wrinkled face,
the weary face, bearing signs of pain.
Another step closer to the pathway,
and a whisper confining a secret ...
" Oh Jabir, you will have a long life,
although your eyes shall lose their sight,
yet, you would have the honor of meeting my fifth descendant. "
With this the voice grew less dominant,
exposing the suppression of tears.
" Jabir, when you meet him, give my salaams to him".
Silence dawns.

Jabir Ibn Abdullah Al-Ansari,
positioned cosily by the road-side,
with hair strands so white and pure,
and eyes silently profound.
Jabir waited devoutly,
longing to hear the foot-steps of a man most dear to him.
The fruits of his patience grew aloft,
the day came when a young man,
walked along the path,
claded modestly with the sweet perfume of musk.
Jabir stood up, and greeted the young prince,
and asked his good name.
" Muhammed " he replied softly.
Jabir then asked, "Whose son?"
" Ali ibn Al-Hussain " he replied.
Jabir had now recognised the man.
Like a father embracing his lost child,
Jabir held Al-Muhammed in his arms.
With tears blurring his long lost vision,
he confined his secret to the young man,
" Your Grandfather, Rasul'Allah has sent you his salaams "
The sun shined in admiration,
as the scene gently evanished from sight.

Baqir - the one who splits open knowledge,
the title that the young man bore.
I advanced in my quest for quenching my consuming thirst,
thirst, which burned the fuel of love in my heart.
Imam Muhammed Al-Baqir,
pleasantly spreading the grains of knowledge,
to the famished birds of Arabia.
I walk past his warm house,
and kissed his door, as I left the vicinity.
This scene mixes with the former,
as I walk well in advance to it.

A new path,
presenting Hisham, the umayyad caliph of his time.
As he digs into his throne,
hatred flames ferociously in his eye,
stinging every muscle of my body.
Poison - a legacy of the umayyads,
a soundless weapon they all rested their hands on.
Upon Hisham's orders,
Imam Baqir's saddle were laminated deeply with the poison.
When the Imam mounted on his horse,
the strength of the poison, so severely able,
to bring an end to the fifth shining star's life.
Like the serpent's venom,
it spread throughout the Imam's body.
The day came, when Imam no longer replied to his son's cries.
The day, when Imam Baqir departed this world,
and joined his uncle Imam Hasan Al-Mujtaba,
and father, Imam Zainul Abideen in the forsaken soil of Baqi.
The scene dissolves as I cast my eyes at the green dome,
with the whisper echoing in my mind.

[unknown_JJ]

hmm did u write this?

[Azhar786]

The last breaths that the Beloved takes;
Zahra, shall spend the night awake.
How can sleep drift onto her eyes ?
when blood flows from the seven skies.
Why does the night seem so long ?
why are the birds not singing tonight ?
Why has pain filled Zahra's heart ?
why does the moon seem to cry ?
Tonight, is the last night of living for the Prophet;
Tonight, is the beginning for the sufferings of Ali.
Tonight the sky consoles Zahra,
Tonight Kadija greets her Muhammad.

[unknown_JJ]

hmm so true..., may Allah SWT 4give us 4 all the sins we make , and may Allah SWT guide us to the right path

[Azhar786]

It came all of a sudden, a brilliant flash of light
Breaking more than the silence that had swept over the night.

The roar echoed in the distance and carried on for miles
Witnessed by to many to leave room for denials.

Then came the sound of screams and moans that lingered in the air
The stillness had been broken, with destruction and despair.

It's the innocents that do suffer; they're the ones who'll grieve
They are left with nothing, but bitter hatred for the thief.

The thief has stolen away their loved ones, does he not realise?
For him, a medal of honour, his shiny, well earned prize!

Why has it come to this and who is paying the price?
Should we let those crooked men continue playing the dice?

Sadly, a few are so angry, after having lost all
Their mental state compels them to see the crooked men fall.

The end is inevitable, but what a way to end
Greed, hatred and enmity - what foul a trend!

[Azhar786]

Sister No Its A Poem I Read And Found Interestin

[unknown_JJ]

interstin... jazakallah bruv..*wonders who ur taxin all these poemz from**

[Azhar786]

sister i love poems i read them all the on the net books wateva i like i put them on here

[Azhar786]

As I slowly weep,
tears down my face,
looking as you quietly sleep,
thinking of how the years have gone to waste.

Before I see you for the last time,
quietly I pray,
memories crossing my mind,
my eyes run dry.

Before your death,
I prayed to Allah,
That on your last breath,
you said "La illah ha illallah muhammadurr rasullullah"

[Azhar786]

He awoke with a startle,
With an echoing scream,
From the next day's sorrow,
He had seen in a dream.

And he heard through the darkness,
The younger ones' cries,
And rushed forth to wipe,
The dry tears from their eyes.

And Zeinab(AS) who saw,
Her brother's remorse,
Grew quiet and whispered,
In a voice dry and hoarse:

"Ya Hussein, you know,
That He makes life anew,
That the children in Jannah,
Will all be there with you."

He told her "Dear Zeinab,
Death isn't, what troubles my mind,
How can I tell Fatema(AS),
That I left you behind??

This life is a prison,
From which I thirst to be free,
But I wish that my Zeinab,
I could take you with me."

And she comforted him,
In a voice strong and calm,
In a voice that would shout,
With the strength of Islam,

When the next day in Kufaa,
With Malice and glee,
Kufaar would spill blood,
From the sons of Ali(AS).

And the grounds would too shake,
With every word that she said,
and Izrail'd weap,
at the sight of the dead.

And skies would shower down,
Upon Karbala's stain,
Where lay headless bodies,
Of Ashabul-Hussain(AS),

Whose lips would still call,
At the wake of their dawn,
Grieving Zeinab(AS) to prayer,
With the song of Adhan.

[Azhar786]

The years of my life may pass me by
upon this note, many may rejoice
but my heart cannot bear the nearing of the day
by which the wind shall blow my soul away
the day in which lies this second, holds the key to my entrance
yet it holds the lock, yearning closer...
for that moment, there is no distance.
Leaping closer, that very day
when my soul may screech away
remembering death as it remembers me
on this day, I thank Rabbil Alameen
I was born, but I will return, Inshallah upon the path of the blessed deen
with nothing lost, but much earned

[Azhar786]

As the night settles in,
The body yearns for sleep.
I lay in my bed,
Gazing at the roof,
Letting my thoughts wonder endlessly…

Will I wake up a believer, or a disbeliever?
Will I wake up?
Count my deeds! Count my deeds!
What deeds?
Count my sins! Count my sins!
O those sins!
I still have time.
Ask for forgiveness! Ask for forgiveness!
I whisper the shahadah over and over like a madman.

The warmth of my blanket beckons me to sleep,
My wondering thoughts become more distant,
The eyes give in,
And I know not if I will wake up….

[Helena]

subanAllah....:cry:

thats surely an eye opener to reality....ya Allah......

very good indeed.....did u create it?....

[Helena]

subanAllah.......best poem....:happy:

[Helena]

subanAllah....:cry: ...

u shud make ur own official poem thread?

[al Amaanah]

masha Allah..

[hissa]

That's beautiful masha'Allah

[Al_Imaan]

subanAllah....:cry: ...

u shud make ur own official poem thread?

i agree. nice poem

[Azhar786]

thank u all

[Azhar786]

As the angel of death approaches,

A disbelieving soul with Tourches,

It squeals and screams out in despair,

As the angel of Death gives him an evil stare.

Malaikul Maut will rip the soul out with great force,

And for the fire of hell it will be a good source,

Of food to keep it going,

For the time spent in hell fire is ever flowing

As the Angel of Death approaches

A believing soul with torches

It allows the angel to take the soul

With so much peace he hardly knows

The souls will be with its lord,

If it was a good soul it will have a huge reward,

Where it will be for ever happy and never bored

Waiting for the day of judgement to aboard

[Azhar786]

Here ye! here ye! From far and near
The one they called the Prophet Muhammed was here
To deliver a message to everyone everywhere
So listen up party people because this you should hear.

This is a story from a far away atmosphere,
That you will find very clear.
so listen up everybody, because
with this we should take care.

We go back in time, over 1400 years,
To a city called Makkah, where moral values no-one bears.
But there was one man who was honest and humble
And with other people he would never rumble.

One day at the age of 40,
He retrieved to a cave with serenity.
Angel Gabriel came upon him there
and filled our beloved Prophet with fear

But from that day forth, Rasull started to preach,
The orders of Allah to all people he had to teach.
There is no god but Allah he stated
After that he begun to be hated.

But the Rasull was persistent and didn't care.
Because in his heart was room for only one FEAR.
The FEAR of Allah, Glorified and Most High,
Never out of tiredness would he sigh.

But soon later people started to believe,
Khadija, Ali..the numbers wouldn't seize.
What great hardships they all endured
Hunger, abuse and victims to the kafir's sword

But what great faith and taqwa they had,
To be Muslims they were blessed and glad.
Omar, Abu Bakr, Othman, Bilal and the list goes on and on
May Allah be pleased with all that they have done.

Proud they were to be servants of their Creator..
Proud they were to wear hijab or a gallabeya.
They didn't care what the kafirs said
Whether they laughed, abused, or didn't give them their daily bread.

'Cause they knew of the day that was to come,
When all would return to their Lord, and know they had won.
They'de see their accounts in their right hand...
And with the Rasull they would stand.

The kafirs will be ****ed to hell FOREVER
And the believers in Paradise...FOREVER.
Now I ask all you, and mostly myself..
Is this life worth it with its deceptive Wealth???

A day will come promises Allah Ta'ala,
Where the Mu'min will talk to the kafir with laughter.
"What do you want now?" they will ask,
"money, gold, or another chance?"

The reply that will come is scary but true..
A DROP OF WATER they will ask from YOU.........(inshallah)
So brothers and sisters in Islam
Let's unify and keep other from HARAM..

Let's enjoin the good and sunnah in our lives.
So on yaum-al-qiyamat we can survive.
Let's stay away from those things that are doubtful
Cause Allah's Mercy is much Bountiful

And make du'a for "maghfirat wa ajran azeema"
And ask Allah to guide us to "sirat al mustaqeema"
AMEEN

[Azhar786]

Were you there in times far gone,
When girls were buried for being born,
When disgrace was your fate for being poor,
And blood was shed to settle a score.

Were you there in times gone past,
When honour came from tribe or caste.
When idols of stone were worshipped in pride,
And people's hearts were hard inside. ‎

Did you witness their evil plight,
The Prophet they tried to kill at night,
The men they tortured for saying a word
That changed humanity, whole nations it stirred.

Were you there in the valley for years,
A diet consisting of water and leaves.
Banished to pay for daring to speak,
The fear of Islam was reaching its peak.

Were you there in the cave crouched down,
The enemy so close and hunting around.
Only protected by a web and bird,
O but indeed, Allah was their Third! ‎

Did you see the day they fought,
3 camels and men whose experience was naught.
Yet bravely they battled against their own kin,
So they were forgiven, and made to win. ‎

Did you witness the men that day,
Who threatened the Kings to surrender or pay.
Persia and Rome had trembled indeed,
They knew they came for Allah, not greed.

Were you there to count the dead,
The Prophet had died and Fitnah had spread.
United they stood and fought those astray,
And spread Islam far far away. ‎

Were you there in times of old,
Or have you only just been told?
The men of honest acts and intentions,
That's why they're called the Prophets Companions.

[Azhar786]

Death is something we all fear but it is surely a reality. When and how it comes, we never know.



Here I am at last
I knew this day would come
My new home for a time
'til the trumpet shall blow
and once again I stand
upon an earth renewed

Dark and still
I wait
Time has gone
Asking my lord for refuge
As I did in days gone by

The call will go on
Long after I've gone
What did I leave behind?
Was I a carrier of light or a player of dreams?

Whose feet walk above me now?
Where do they go? From whence do they come?
Do they carry on the work
Or waste themselves in illusions?
Death, the doorway is ever near

Do they not think of the day?
They shall be like me
Locked in a tomb
Awaiting life
The life that never ends?

[Azhar786]

There is a purpose to life and there are three kinds of people - those who understand this race and try to compete, those who know about it but ignore it and those who simply don't know and don't care.



Ready go, - we're off!
Racing since Adam
Now it's my turn
Holding on tight
Eyes straight ahead
Don't dare look down
Even for a moment

Weary limbs
Sorrow on my heart
Am I fast enough?
My burden slows me down
Should I pass it to another?

If I drop it
Someone else will pick it up
For the call to Islam will never cease

I hear panting
Not far behind
I cannot relax
Even for a minute
Yet I know
This team will win

[Azhar786]

This poem is dedicated to the mothers of the Ummah who lose their children in the way of Allah. May He, the Almighty comfort and bless them in this life and the next And may He, the Most Merciful touch our hearts to be grateful for what we have and to lower the wing of gentleness to each other, seeking any means of help and support to fortify the distressed within the Ummah.



Oh little one your life is done
You'll leave me behind
I must go on.
The one to whom you belong
Has more rights than I
To such a pure soul
Which knows no guile
We were together for such a short while.

I'll never forget you
The hours we stayed, my tears touched your pain.
Your dim smile, weighs on my heart
A love between us - that no distance can part.

Your killers should know
They've waged war on your Maker
Your innocent blood, your gentle eyes
In hope and trust turned to the skies
Above which reigns the Knower of all
Who sees everything, and witnessed your fall.

Yet, stand they do, amidst guns and tanks,
Glorying in their might
But afraid of children, on they fight
How will they be, on a day sure to come
When the Knower of all, will see justice done.

But now, I leave your small body to rest
Back in the soil from which it was made.
I pat your grave lightly, silent tears fill my eyes
For I know that in peace you abide.

Little innocent one, who now knows no fear
all deeds that were done
Were filled with love, and the pure nature on which you build
Al Khafid, The Abaser, will see your rights fulfilled

With steady eye, and wary hand
I return and walk throughout the land
Over which so much hate and fear
Drives out justice, kills all that's dear.

In truth I'll abide
Step by step I'll obey
the rules of the Creator
Awaiting the day
I'll join you in peace.
So wait now, my precious little one
For surely my time will soon be done.

[Azhar786]

By Omm Khalid Samir, a dear sister in Islam


In the Name of Allah, Most Beneficent, Most Merciful

Each morning my ears hear the adhan before prayer.
With my hands I perform wudhu' and I do it with care.

To the masjid I walk briskly upon both of my feet
Giving salaams to all Muslims I meet.

While making sujud, I get down on my knees.
When the prayer is complete, I hope Allah is pleased.

In performing du'aa, I raise my arms to the sky,
Never once doubting, nor questioning Why?

Upon leaving the masjid, my eyes see the sun.
And the world that surrounds me - a new day's begun.

With love in my heart, I teach my children their Deen,
To obey Allah's laws, to be pure, to be clean.

When nighttime has come, I remind them to say,
The three blessed surahs I taught them that day.

Their lips utter surahs - Al-Ikhlas, Al-Falaq, An-Nas.
They blow in their palms, over their bodies they're passed.

Their bodies and faces they then turn to the right.
Their souls they've submitted to Allah that night.

Our bodies direct us throughout every day.
To follow the straight path - The Islamic Way.

[Abdul-Raouf]

If i was there with the prophet and his people ..... surely i would have been more sincere to ALLAH...(ALLAH KNOWS BEST)

Good Post Bro...

[Samira_01]

JZK 'Allahu qayran .. yep i agree 2:D .. btw do yu rite the poems ur self ?

[Azhar786]

sister no i dont just read alot of them and if i lyk them i put them up>>

[Periwinkle18]

Mashallah :) lyked the poem

[hassaanejaz]

Mashallah and Jazakallah!

[Nablus]

Ready go, - we're off!
Racing since Adam
Now it's my turn
Holding on tight
Eyes straight ahead
Don't dare look down
Even for a moment

nice lines


thanx

[khazina]

Azhar did u write this?

[sojourner]

very sweet and encouraging words...thank you for sharing

[Azhar786]

It saddens me,
When I see brothers and sisters being gangster wannabe's

Not praying like they should,
Hanging on street corners in the hood,

Fighting over gang turf,
Like something outta the smurfs,

Hanging out like thugz,
Drinking alcohol and taking drugs,

Tryna be like 50 cents,
But on the last day he aint gonna be worth 50 pence,

Even when its Ramadan,
They don't give two about islam,

They'd rather live there twisted ideologies,
But on the last day there won't be time for apologies,

They tryna be the next best thing,
But listen carefully to my linguistic sting,

Islam aint just for Fridays,
If you think that prepare to be set ablaze,

So keep hold of your imaan,
And follow the Islamic clan,

The reward in the hereafter is gonna be greater,
So keep Islamic, coz we all gonna die sooner or later,

Don't kid yourself into thinking your still young,
Indeed this is the shaytaans tongue,

Take heed of the quran and sunnah,
And islam will take you to jannah,

Now sadly I must end,
But, contemplate the words I spoke my friend..

[Azhar786]

It’s coming soon
And I don’t know what to do
How many cards to buy and send
To the good looking people
It’s quite funny
they never ever send me any?

Every year it’s the same
Being asked the question
How many did u get?
I lie
and say I got over twenty
Sent most of them to myself

Not into religion much
Aint got time and I am too busy
more time for that stuff when I’m older
but every Valentine ’s Day
I buy and send cards
Didn’t realise that I was a practicing pagan
Worshipping Satan
Instead of my religion Islam

I go with the flow
And the flow goes westwards
Live life based on desires
No fear for the hell fire
Religion is just a joke
In this modern age of technology

Desires satisfied
But always more to do
Humans are pretty
When u get one
The one u don’t have seems desirable
Always the opportunity cost
And sometimes u feels lost
And spoilt for choice

Who shall I date?
And have as my mate
Coz Feb fourteen only comes once a year
Full of fear
As I ask out a nice girly
Is she taken or playing hard to get
Get my wallet out
and she’s mine without a doubt

Cash always works
And the promise of a good time
Better than the last one she was with
Hope she’s not too experienced
With a good memory
Hate comparisons
But that’s just the way it goes

In this day and age
Changing partners every few months
It’s all the rage
Me and her both

Also being careful
Not to be caught by the family
Otherwise
It’s the arranged marriage route
for her and maybe for me
Honour and all that
But we both lost ours years ago

I like women’s equality
Any excuse to go all the way
Hope she don’t get pregnant
Or pass me any diseases
Asian girls are cleaner
Compared to the others
So I don’t bother with protection

Feb fourteen
Is all about following St Valentine
Dating and mating
Not debating
Serious issues
As I pursue my prey
All the way
And practice being a pagan
For just one day

Even if it means
Catching diseases
Loss of honour and respect
And being caught by the family

[tomtomsmom]

Wow that was really cool!!!

[Kittygyal]

salamualikum.
RESPECT MA BLUD
ma'assalama

[Kittygyal]

salamualikum.
RESPECT!
ma'assalama

[Azhar786]

Jazakallah for the Islamic upbringing
Teaching me to refrain from sinning

Showing me right from wrong
Tarbiyyah provided all along

Saving me from doing misdeeds
Guiding me to increase good deeds

Instilling in me the desire to seek Allahs pleasure
Mum and Dad, what you did for me I cannot measure.

Oh, Allah, Look after my parents as they looked after me*
My Lord, make Jannah for them Your decree.
Ameen

*My Lord! Have mercy on them as they did care for me when I was little. (Quran, Al-Isra' v. 24)

Waathilah (Allah be pleased with him) reported that the Prophet (pbuh) said: “Four [types of people’s] du’a are accepted: The just leader, a man who prays for his absent brother, the prayer of the oppressed person and the one who prays for his parents.”

[Kittygyal]

:'(!!!!!!!!!!

[Azhar786]

You think its cool to be a clown
And with the girls/ guys you fool around

Without a thought for your Lord
The mouth opens, tongue like a sword

With a few fast words
You cut to pieces those silly 'nerds'

They stand stunned and humiliated
In their hearts they are disgusted

While you laugh at them aloud
Standing with your friends all proud

O fellow Muslim, be careful of what you say
For soon will come Judgement day

Those whom you did wrong
Will come to Allah along

Justice they will seek
That day you will be the geek

From your good deeds they will transfer
And when you have no more left to give another

Then upon you will be placed their sins
Soon after your eternal life begins

To hellfire you will be shown
And deep inside you will be thrown

O Muslim,
Change now whilst you have the chance and time
Resolve to commit not with your tongue this crime!

[Kittygyal]

lol the first sentance makes me laugh hahaha

[Azhar786]

It is only Satans evil plot
That kuffar say 'dont you feel hot'

With all that clothing you wear
To 'worship' the sun, in nudity they prepare

By showing it as much skin as they can
Disclosing their bodies to every woman and man

Thinking beauty is to be displayed
That very skin non permissable eyes invade

Muslims young are adopting this trend
Allahs laws we break and bend

In the park you love to 'chill’ and hang
With the college/school crew or gang

Clothed as the fashion designers said
If only you would look ahead

To see that beyond this life of fun
The eternal life hereafter needs to be won

For this, here we will experience many a trial
But for the Akhirah it is all worthwhile

Wake up, amend our ways, turn to Allah and repent
Before our ultimate reward is eternal torment.

[Azhar786]

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I be guided?
Would I be strong?
Would I be protected from evil and wrong?
Would I hear my Creator's Words?
Would I hear Him describe the birds?
Would I know the stories of the old?
Would I realise their worth in gold?

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I find safety when others fear?
Would I find peace whilst sitting here?
Would I be happy when others are sad?
Would I be protected from going mad?
Would I be patient when things get tough?
Would I be firm when the seas are rough?

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I get to know the One above?
Would I increase for him my love?
Would I be aware of the Day to come?
Would I value what is worthless to some?
Would I be able to sleep at night?
Would I be able to see with His light?

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I have examples to follow?
Would I rejoice when others are in sorrow?
Would I have fear of the Burning Fire?
Would I be at the bottom of the sea,
And have hope, that one day, my Lord will release me?

[Kittygyal]

Salamualoikum.
Good Qura'an Ma Life
Ma'assalama

[Azhar786]

What has become of my tender youth?
Forsaken to sins and evils is the truth
Given over to pleasure and lust, day and night
Forgive me Allah. I hear and tremble with fright

What will happen to me?
Only Allah does know
In Hellfire will I burn
Or receive the Jannah that I yearn

Allah, from You forgiveness I seek
And make me amongst the meek
Ya Rabbi show me the way
To live my life as the Prophet (pbuh) did say

And on my deathbed allow me to pray
The kalima, and have me not go astray
From the Siratul Mustakeem
And in Jannah inshallah my face will beam
Ameen.

[Azhar786]

Lol Its For All The Clowns Out There Did It Remind U Of Somethin???

[al Amaanah]

:sl:

sub7aana Allah very true.. jazaak Allahu khayran 4 sharing.

:w:

Say:"The Fire of Hell is more intense in heat, if only they could understand!" soerah at taubah aya 81

^^ sub7aana Allah! : (

[NoName55]

:sl:

Click on >> Valentines Day

What's the difference?

:w:

[Samira_01]

100% true say .. Jzk'Allah :)

[Samira_01]

awwwwwwww mashallah .. ameen to the duaz ya rab :(

[Samira_01]

Ameen ya rab :(.. Jzk'Allah

[Umar001]

And May Allah make it easy on us who dont have Muslim parents, Ameen.

beautiful poem

[- Qatada -]

:salamext:


Ameen..

[Al_Imaan]

Oh, Allah, Look after my parents as they looked after me*
My Lord, make Jannah for them Your decree.
Ameen

ameen..Jazak Allah

[Nσσя'υℓ Jαииαн]

Simply beautiful...thanx for sharing...:)
Ameen to the Du'a.

[Al_Imaan]

Masha'Allah...beautiful poem...

[unknown_JJ]

jazakallah :)

[Azhar786]

O young Muslim
I hear your story, so grim

You have given your heart
To a teen crush, soon to depart

The time will soon come for it to end
Tears, remorse and regret it will send

Deep emotions of anger and hurt
As you feel like a piece of dirt

But why do you fail to see
Allah has given you this opportunity

To turn away from this detested sin
Repent, and start a new beginnin’

From lewd behaviour become shy
Seeking forgiveness from Allah, do cry

Remove from your heart the lust dirty
And instead put love of Allah in your breast plenty

For this is the path to success
Jannah, the Muslims eternal address!!

[Al_Imaan]

nice poem...Jazak Allah....

[Azhar786]

"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar" you hear the athaan go on.
But you still decide to procrastinate, even when your family yells, "Come on!"

You think, "I still have time, before I really have to pray, 'Asr is still hours away."
Your head is saying "Go" but the Shaytaan is saying "No" so you go on anyway.

You go to your bed and decide to lie down, for just a few minutes you say.
But when your head hits the pillow, your body is overcome by a feeling, different than any other way.

You suddenly feel hot and nervous, and your throat is parched and dry.
You hear a voice call, "Why did you disobey me?" But you are unable to answer why.

Suddenly your life flashes before your eyes,
And feelings of guilt and regret are becoming hard to disguise.

Images and thoughts run through your head,
If only you did more useful things, but you wasted your time instead.

Every ill word you said, and every prayer you missed is presented,
If only you took life more seriously...if only you repented.

You say, "I didn't know any better, I never knew to take a closer look"
But the voice replies, "Yes you did, you had The Holy Book."

"In it you will find the meaning of life, and words of inspiration.
And the perfect example for mankind, the Prophet who received the revelation."

"This life is but a stage, a mere drop compared to an ocean,
"So think not of the worldly things, and make sure that in your heart lies devotion."

You wake up suddenly, alarmed and quivering.
"I wasted so much time!" you think, "good words and prayers I should be delivering."

You pray, and then afterwards do some reflection,
And you decide to give your life a thorough inspection.

This life is so unpredictable; it can vanish very soon,
All that you see will perish, and only your deeds will remain with you.

So hold on to the Quran and the way of the Prophet (saw) for salvation,
And do not delay what you must do, remember Jannah, the ultimate destination.

[Azhar786]

Thank U

[Ar-RaYYan]

Subhanallah , amazing post!!

make u realise a lot of stuff u could have done , but now its too late :cry:
jazzakallah khairan bro

This life is so unpredictable; it can vanish very soon,
so true. couldn't agree more

[Ar-RaYYan]

wow mashallah
amazing poem , thanks for sharing

[Samira_01]

You think, "I still have time, before I really have to pray, 'Asr is still hours away."
Your head is saying "Go" but the Shaytaan is saying "No" so you go on anyway


truee !!:cry:

[Islam_sister]

Ameen.. MASHA'ALLAH Beautfil Poem..

[Abdul-Raouf]

Ameen... Ameen .. Ameen..

[Abdul-Raouf]

Ameen... Ameen .. Ameen..

May Allah'taala guide us to Jannah...

[Mr. Baldy]

Subhanallah! i wrote this a c&#246;uple &#246;f years ago i didnt think anyone rememberd &#236;t wow thats a shock

[Islam_sister]

Masha'allah.. Beautiful Poem..

Ameen to your Du'a

[Islam_sister]

Asalaam Alaykum
Respects Man!

Ma Salaama

[khazina]

mashallah

[asian_gyal_4_lyf]

Masha'Allah a great poem. I really liked it. Do post more if you have any.

Just 1 question brother Azhar. What are the "twisted ideologies" that you mention in the poem. An interesting concept which i wish to know more about.

[asian_gyal_4_lyf]

Masha'Allah another great poem brother that is accurate in summarising the present day situation that many of the youth find themselves in. Jazakallahu khayran for sharing it dear brother.

[Azhar786]

Masha'Allah a great poem. I really liked it. Do post more if you have any.

Just 1 question brother Azhar. What are the "twisted ideologies" that you mention in the poem. An interesting concept which i wish to know more about.

sister the meaning of ideologies is a theory, or set of beliefs or principles, especially one on which a political system, party or organization is based
or u could say based on or relating to a particular set of ideas or beliefs:

[Pk_#2]

COOL!!!!!!!!!! :D BRO BALDY ROTED IT

ok..erm jazakAllah bro azar

[nelly]

great poem! it saddens me wen i actually read that coz my hubby who was murdered was involved wiv a really bad group of friends, It was because of them he was shot.
Where i live i always see these guys hangin around street corners tryin 2 act like thugs! If only they wud realise be4 its 2 late!

[Al_Imaan]

nice poem...Jazak Allah....

[Talha777]

Subhan Allah, very good advice.

I myself am in grade 12, and I see many Muslim boys in high school, even some from my own family, are falling into this "gangsta" subculture. The characteristics of this evil movement is pride, arrogance, stupidity, and lust. Parents must keep an eye on their children and be aware who they are spending their company in. Parents must strictly forbid music for their children. They must never allow their children to buy ipods, mp3s, etc. They must not allow their children to buy unlawful clothes and accessories. They must strictly ensure discipline in the house, ensure the children are regularly doing their homework, and are not staying out late.

Jazak Allah khair

[Azhar786]

great poem! it saddens me wen i actually read that coz my hubby who was murdered was involved wiv a really bad group of friends, It was because of them he was shot.
Where i live i always see these guys hangin around street corners tryin 2 act like thugs! If only they wud realise be4 its 2 late!

im really sorri 2hear that sis may all give u will power ameen

[Azhar786]

Subhan Allah, very good advice.

I myself am in grade 12, and I see many Muslim boys in high school, even some from my own family, are falling into this "gangsta" subculture. The characteristics of this evil movement is pride, arrogance, stupidity, and lust. Parents must keep an eye on their children and be aware who they are spending their company in. Parents must strictly forbid music for their children. They must never allow their children to buy ipods, mp3s, etc. They must not allow their children to buy unlawful clothes and accessories. They must strictly ensure discipline in the house, ensure the children are regularly doing their homework, and are not staying out late.

Jazak Allah khair

brother do not sit back and watch hav words with ur cousins and if they do not listen tell there parents its for there own gud!!!! i lost my cousin last year cause he was with the wrong crowd at the age of 21 now ithink ishould hav done more but its 2late now

[Azhar786]

I set my foot inside the Holy Mosque,
Upon the cold, white marble, Where day and night, People
sat worshipping, praying,
The tears never did stop.
Right and left, the Mosque being cleaned,
Shining, not a particle of dust, The carvings of marble, the plates of gold,
The symmetry of the whole Mosque, the largest of it all,
The tears never did stop.
Then came the grandest of the whole,
The center of one's life and concerns, The big, Beautiful House of Allah,
Covered with black cloth and gold leaf writing,
The tears never did stop.
My life flashed past me, the good and the bad,
such a feeling I had never felt before,
A special bondage to the Almighty-A sudden chill in me,
The tears never did stop.
Looking around, the large floor was filled with people,
Circling the beautiful house, loudly chanting,
People sitting, praying for forgiveness,
Praying for another chance to lead a better life,
The tears never did stop.
Taking a deep breath, I entered the never ending crowd,
With my heart pouring out all the prayers I could think of,
Begging for forgiveness of my sins,
Praying to become a better individual
The tears never did stop.
I ran around the black house,
The ancient, black house built by Ibrahim centuries ago,
Where not one second passes when people are not circling it, praying,
The tears never did stop.
I got closer as did my heart, mind and soul,
I touched the sacred house, hands trembling,
Knowing I was as close as ever to the Almighty,
The tears never did stop.
It was amazing, everyone centered their attention only on worshipping
All worldly concerns forgotten, focused on praying,
Forgetting everyday matters and happenings,
The tears never did stop.
The rituals were tiring, took strength and time,
But what is a few hours for our Giver? Our Creator?
For what He has given us, the worldly goods, the luxuries,
A few hours of forgiveness for our sins,
The tears never did stop.

[Azhar786]

when i was born my Eyes were closed
& i was told what i would see.
when i got older my Eyes opened;
i didn’t look i just believed.
then i started to See & Look,
Think, Read & Remember-
Words made things complicated;
the Truth i saw was more Simple.
so i went to the teachers who taught
& said “i don’t See what you Teach.”
they said “that’s OK, son: neither do we.
Forget what you See & Believe.”
i said “if i close my Eyes again
& Ignore the Truth for your sayings,
then i would surely be lost.
i’m going to find the Right Way.”

[Azhar786]

Bismillah hir-Rahman nir-Raheem

When I look @ you
I know what you wanna do
TV’s filled your eyes
with fake dreams, until surprise:
you’re not ready
you’re not ready
I been down the road you wanna go
it goes nowhere if you only know
you’re not ready
you’re not ready
You wanna be a man
but you’ll feel more & more like you can’t
‘cuz you’re not ready
Brother you’re not ready
You’ve been fooled;
you think that you’ll be thrilled
but you’ll feel a void that you can’t fill
you’re not ready
you’re not ready
I used to be someone you wanna be
I was someone that you wanna meet

[Azhar786]

..Much I have strained to make my soul obey,
But for whose sin I had not gone astray;
When I would be obedient, it was faint
And showed a strange distaste and unrestraint.
I wrestled with my soul as with a foe,
It bidding me to err, I saying no;
We were as ancient enemies at large.
I put on patience, to withstand its charge;
With troops of tempting it came forth to fight -
What patience could withstand such reckless might? -
Which gave it courage when its courage quailed,
And reinforcement when its forces failed.
Now I succeed, now it, in the affray;
Yet, when we meet, it ever wins the day.
I love it well, but it opposes me
As if I held it not in amity;
It is an enemy I cannot hate,
A memory I can ne'er obliterate.
Blindly it swims upon its sinful sea,
Clutching the hems of its iniquity;
I greatly fear, it it doth still rebel,
Its ruin in this life and, after, Hell!
Wherefore, O Lord, bring its repentance near
And wash away its sins in founts of fear.
If Thou, my God, its chastener shoudst be,
O whither shall it look for clemency?
Be Gracious then, and all its sins forgive;
Thou art its Lord, for through Thee it doth live.

[Talha777]

brother do not sit back and watch hav words with ur cousins and if they do not listen tell there parents its for there own gud!!!! i lost my cousin last year cause he was with the wrong crowd at the age of 21 now ithink ishould hav done more but its 2late now

Subhan Allah brother Azhar786, I didn't mention my cousins, but you are right they are the ones going off track and becoming "gangstas" and doing all sorts of things that you would frown down upon. I will most humbly take your advice in exert more effort in telling them right from wrong because obviously their parents are not doing a good enough job. Jazak Allah khair.

[al Amaanah]

:sl:

nice poem! jazak Allahu khairan.

:w:

[Azhar786]

As the hours pass
nd the lonelii daiis end
ii keep lookiin 4 waiis to
make thiis broken heart mend

all ii have riight now are piictures
to remiind me of the past
just thiinkiin of me and u shows how
stupiid ii was for thiinkin we would last

the streets are not easy
full of gangsters and thugs
pandejos diie everiidaii
maiibe cuz of drugz

triin not to joiin in
but cholos don't care
iif u lose your liife
the ones that care about you
wiill thiink iit wasn't faiir

chiiliin wiith the homiies
liiviin "ThE CrAZii LiiFe"
iits suddenly not theii fault
iif u got stabbed wiith the kniife

you hustle you blaze
and everiithiin iin between
and iim stiil here bii ur siide

but now uve become
the most wanted bii the poliice
your chance of beiin iin the
free world slowlii decrease

hoes at everii corner
trii to show what theii can do
then u come bak to me and expect me
to understand what u goiin thru

u know iil alwaiis love u
and be there 4 everythiin u do
but beiin a "gangster"
aiint gon show u the waii to a happii liife
don't regret what u do
becuz where u end up,
iits most likely
where iil end up too

[strider]

Niice flow.

[Count DeSheep]

Niice flow.

XD!

Ii agrii.

Yeah, Ii ruiined the joke, diidn't Ii? :cry:

[Azhar786]

Racism, the great crime of humanity.
Why does one's race always claim superiority?
We are all the same; there is no inferiority.
When we look at each other we see a resembling face.
We all have a body and a soul of grace.
As individuals, we do have differences.
Some of us may take risks and chances.
Others of us may be shy and give few glances.
We should find common ground and make peace.
The hatred and killing should desist and cease.
We are all the children of Adam and in life have a lease.
We should lend a helping hand to each other.
We should remember that Eve is our common mother.
We should love our human sisters and brothers.

[Azhar786]

A real friend wishes his companions well,
He's not one who allows them to get close to hell,
Always be careful of the friends you Choose,
So, in the end, Jannah you will not lose,
If you find your companion is not stopping your wrong,
then, be weary, his friendship is not strong.
If you see the pattern made,
that when you are under your friend's shade,
Your Imaan begins to fade,
Leave the worthless creation,
make friends with Allah, Surely that is a high station!.
A dervish who had knowledge of our present situation,
Once told his students the following dictation,
"The meeting of people will never enrich you,
save with the gibberish of useless gossip.
So diminish your meeting with people,
except for knowledge or to improve your condition"

[Azhar786]

The passionate slave of wealth
ignores his ailing health
Morning and night he toils
trying to Allah's law foil

At night, even till twelve
will he in riba delve
not realising his riba will cause him to bake and broil
and his wealth round him like a serpent will coil

Unmindful of his salaat
never will he with his time part
When the pious at his door knock
he pretends he's a deaf block

Come the time of death, will he realise
the Deen, he should not trivialise

[Azhar786]

An Islamic radio station
or just another shaytaani creation?
Listen, think & hear
to my deep rooted fear

Mixing of females and males
Doesn't that the Shari hijaab test fail?
Adverts with music and song
now, isn't that very wrong?

Unqualified opinions and thoughts
it with danger is fraught
Opinions with nafs on the prowl
now, that's certainly quite foul!

As for the listeners who listen till late
what is the condition of their faith
when they their sehri and fajr miss
will they ever experience Jannat's bliss?

Don't be deceived by ignoramuses and fools
they merely are shaytaans tools
and don't lend an ear to such an irreligious station
else, we'll create a truly devilish nation!

[Azhar786]

They first met at a den of sin and vice
the meeting criteria being; was the other looking nice
Never was their criteria Deen
In fact Deen in them, couldn't be seen.

After many a lewd and very crude an interlude
the details of which, often, were very rude
they decided to tie the knot
rather than wallow and rot

Then came the engagement function
quite contrary to the Shari injunction
With free intermingling of the sexes
it, one with an iota of Imaan vexes

Suddenly the telephone, an important tool
became the plaything of these Shaytaani fools
Long before the prolonged nikah date
they behaved as if they were intimate mates

Finally came the big wedding 'do'
with them trying to be like the Jones's too!
The bride sat like a waxen puppet on the stage
much to her Lord's rage

With all and sundry viewing and even kissing the bride
isn't Jahanum for them a complimentary ride?
Do they entertain a hope of this marriage to last
when they do not hold onto Deen fast?

[IbnAbdulHakim]

nice poem ! tru say aswell

[shumon]

true poem

[*Maysun]

Masha'allah very nice poem .. i really liked it... Jazak'allah qeeran for sharing brother may allah bless you

[*Maysun]

JAzaka''alllah for sharing brother may allah bles you

[England]

It saddens me,
When I see brothers and sisters being gangster wannabe's

Not praying like they should,
Hanging on street corners in the hood,

Fighting over gang turf,
Like something outta the smurfs,

Hanging out like thugz,
Drinking alcohol and taking drugs,

Tryna be like 50 cents,
But on the last day he aint gonna be worth 50 pence,

Even when its Ramadan,
They don't give two about islam,

They'd rather live there twisted ideologies,
But on the last day there won't be time for apologies,

They tryna be the next best thing,
But listen carefully to my linguistic sting,

Islam aint just for Fridays,
If you think that prepare to be set ablaze,

So keep hold of your imaan,
And follow the Islamic clan,

The reward in the hereafter is gonna be greater,
So keep Islamic, coz we all gonna die sooner or later,

Don't kid yourself into thinking your still young,
Indeed this is the shaytaans tongue,

Take heed of the quran and sunnah,
And islam will take you to jannah,

Now sadly I must end,
But, contemplate the words I spoke my friend..

Some of that poem is unimpressive. I don't like these gangster wannabes. I hate chavs. I think they should be forced to do community service, BUT so what if they don't give a **** about Islam or do nothing on Ramadan. Neither do I.

[Azhar786]

us as muslims or any other faith should giude these people 2the rite path dont think negative

[Muhammad]

Greetings,

Some of that poem is unimpressive. I don't like these gangster wannabes. I hate chavs. I think they should be forced to do community service, BUT so what if they don't give a **** about Islam or do nothing on Ramadan. Neither do I.

I understood the poem to be talking specifically about Muslims who fall into the gangster culture, not all gangsters in general. So it's a message to these people to focus on Islamic teachings and avoid being Muslims only by name.

[*Maysun]

nice poem masha'allah

jazak'allah qeeran brother

[*Maysun]

gr8 poem..masha'allah

[Khalid1402]

Oh my. Very touching. Jazak Allah khair. :sunny:

[wizra]

subhanAllah, that was excellent brother AZHAR 786 jazakallah for sharing

[wizra]

mashaAllah, this was awesome, jazakallah for sharing brother Azhar

[wizra]

that was a very beatiful poem, mashaAllah may Allah reward you, jazakallah for sharing that

[Azhar786]

"I really need a cigarette" she muses
As she steps outside her door
Searching with nimble fingers
For the cigarette that she craves for

"Its not that im addicted...much" she justifies
As she lights that little stick
The stick thats only leaves and paper
that gives her that special kick

"Its just what i really needed" she thinks
As she enjoys that first inhale
Why is this smoke so sexy
Now her coffin has a premature first nail?

"I'll give up one day" she promises
As once again she drags
Her cheeks cave in...ahh nicotine
The drug that always nags

"I love it when you smoke" I comment
As i arrive on the smoky scene.
Why is smoking so sexy?
So sexy yet so unclean?

[Azhar786]

There I failed to realise
My Iman weakened to near demise

Whilst some would sleep
And pious people weep

Seeking Allah’s pleasure night and day
Others would stand and pray

In the darkness of the night
Whilst I, would sin with satans delight

From the Masjid and Muslims I am away
To the bars and clubs I stray

Wherein alcohol is consumed
And women are scantily dressed

The DJ at that time is my leader
Little I know to Hellfire he is my guider

With sinners I am content
These friends, non muslim, bent

Fellow muslim students flee
At the very sight of me

They do not wish to associate
With me, a Muslim of such ungrate

Chasing the material & wordly gain
A one way ticket to Hellfire, full of pain

I look back now and shudder
Alhumdulillah, I am now better

From this sick disease
Which grips Muslim students with ease

Oh my fellow Muslim,
Think twice before away to university you go
For the devil there is in full flow.

[Azhar786]

The passionate slave of wealth
ignores his ailing health
Morning and night he toils
trying to Allah's law foil

At night, even till twelve
will he in riba delve
not realising his riba will cause him to bake and broil
and his wealth round him like a serpent will coil

Unmindful of his salaat
never will he with his time part
When the pious at his door knock
he pretends he's a deaf block

Come the time of death, will he realise
the Deen, he should not trivialise.

[wizra]

mashaAllah brother Azhar, that was a good poem. it reminded me of a hadith in Al-Bukhari

Volume 8, Book 76, Number 443:
Narrated Abu Huraira:
The Prophet said, "Perish the slave of Dinar, Dirham, Qatifa (thick soft cloth), and Khamisa (a garment), for if he is given, he is pleased; otherwise he is dissatisfied."

[Azhar786]

A is for Allah

Lord of the Universe, who is One,
He made the earth, stars, and sun
He made angels to worship and pray,
He made man from a dab of clay


B is for Bilal

Bilal is that tall, brave African man,
Islam freed him and gave him iman
Calling the Muslims to come and pray,
Was his duty each night and day


C is for Children

Black, white, red, yellow, and brown,
Better than the jewels in a crown
Laughing or crying, short or tall,
Allah loves children, one and all


D is for Du'a

Remembering Allah all nights and days,
By giving Him our thanks and praise
Thank Allah with "Al Hamdulillah"
And praise Him with "Subhanallah


E is for Earth

With its mountains, rivers, and seas,
Animals, birds, fruits, and trees
They all declare Allah's Might,
Following His laws, wills, and light


F is for Faith

That which the Muslims call Iman,
Is in the heart of the believing man
Will come from his lip and hand,
Love for Allah pouring out like sand


G is for Gabriel

An angel (called Jibraeel in Islam) created by Allah from light,
His duty is to serve Allah all day and night
To Prophet Muhammad (S) he did appear,
To bring mankind the Holy Qur'an so dear


H is for Heaven

God's garden of joy, peace, and love,
The home for Muslim's souls above
The path to this heavenly place
Is faith in Allah's guidance and grace


I is for Islam

A way of life for all of who,
Give to Allah the praise that is due
We worship and pray five times a day,
Because we know it is the best way


J is for Jesus

Peace be upon him, 'Isa, the son of Maryam,
To his people Allah's word did he carry
By Allah's help, he made the sick well,
So people would believe what he had to tell


K is for Ka'bah

First house of Allah in Makkah was made,
By Ibrahim and Isma'il the stones were laid
Millions of believers from every race,
Come for Hajj tot his extra special place


L is for Life

A precious gift from Allah to you,
Don't waste it, he knows what you do
Don't chase pleasure or forget Allah,
No matter how little, say "Al-Hamdulillah


M is for Muhammad

Peace be upon him, Abdullah's son,
From Allah's enemies he did not run
Of all the Prophets, he was the last,
Islam his message which we hold fast


N is for Nuh

Peace be upon him, a Prophet who was very good,
Allah told him to build an ark, fast as he could
Take pairs of animals and the believers-all,
The flood was coming and the waves would be tall!


O is for Obedience

It is the duty of each Muslim to obey,
The Qur'an and the Sunnah all the way
Go for Hajj, give Zakah, fast, and pray,
And to your parents do not say, "Nay!"


P is for Prayer

It is the cornerstone of Muslim life,
And the devil it cuts like a knife
Prayer five times a day is a must,
In Allah, you should put your trust


Q is for Qur'an

A blessing and guide for all of mankind,
In it Allah's message you will find
Of all His messages, it is the last,
Perfect for present, future, and past


R is for Ramadan

For Muslims this blessed month of fasting,
Is to celebrate Allah's love everlasting
All day, no food, nor drink, nor evil deeds,
Pray and read Qur'an, to heaven this leads


S is for Surah

One hundred and fourteen in the Qur'an,
Read them and trust in Al-Rahman,
Do you know ten of them that you can say?
Knowing them will help you pray


T is for Tawheed

La ilaaha illallah, Allah is the only one,
There is no partner with Him, nor son
Allah is the answer to all that we need,
Watch your heart and tongue, He knows every deed


U is for Ummah

The Muslim community, which Muhammad (S) found,
The brotherhood of Islam made it sound
Allah's laws in the Qur'an and Sunnah,
Are to help everyone in the Ummah


V is for Victory

It is the help from Allah to you,
His guidance in everything you do
Work and prayer a Muslim does need,
To celebrate Allah's victory, indeed!


W is for Wudu'

We must keep our minds and bodies clean,
Because by Allah we are always seen
Whenever you hear the call of athan,
Prepare and come pray as soon as you can


X is for ......

X is not easy for us to rhyme,
So, we'll not waste much of your time
In higher math, X is hard to find,
But Allah's path is clear even to the blind


Y is for Yunus

Peace be upon him, a good man in a wicked town,
He ran to the sea and a whale gobbled him down
By the mercy of Allah, he was saved to tell,
His people to become good and obey Allah well


Z is for Zero-sin

It is the way we each begin,
Free from worldly sin
So, don't let yourself forget,
Keep out of the devil's threat!

[wizra]

jazakallah for da poem, mashaAllah

[unknown_JJ]

koool srry i didnt read it all thou hehe

[wizra]

subhanAllah, that was really nice, mashaAllah, jazakallah for sharing that brother azhar, i enjoyed that 1

[bint_muhammed]

isnt that outlandish song?