Poems and comments

[gunagaar]

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Bismillah hir rahmaan nir Rahim

Add your own poems or comments please...heres one of mine...

I Sit Here

I sit here all alone and my eyes are flooded with tears
Who is there for me, to express my heart’s fears?

I sit here and wait, for soon, that day will come
When I shall have to answer for everything I have done

I sit here and I wonder what will happen on that day
When our limbs will speak and our tongue will have no say?

I sit here by my self where no body can see me cry
What will I say on that day when one cannot lie?

I sit here and think of my sins that I have committed
And hope that on that day, that they will be omitted

I sit here and my heart feels broken in two
I hope, that on that day, my fears will not be true

I sit here, where Allah sees me from above high
I turn towards Allah, asking for forgiveness, and drawing a sigh!

I sit here whilst my tears flow into my beard
Hoping to gain some love from the One who is feared

I sit here, shivering and hoping that on that day
RasulAllah (saw) will not turn his blessed face away

I sit here; I ask, plead and beg ‘Ya Allah!
Make me not from those upon you have sent your wrath’

I sit here, close my eyes and listen to the Qur’aan
‘Ya Allah, when I return to You, let it be with Imaan’

I sit here and whilst wiping my tears away
I ask from Allah one thing, ‘Don’t let me go astray!’

By: A. Gunagaar

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[akulion]

Salam Alaikum
Masha'Allah

well done!!! Bravo!

[Riya90]

MashaAllah bro its a gr8 poem!! ;)

[Beblessed]

:sl:

Nice Poem Bro Keep It Up :thumbs_up

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[gunagaar]

:sl:

Another Poem...Just too true for many of us....

I AM A MUSLIM....BUT ONLY BY NAME

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

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[- Qatada -]

:sl: warahmatulahi wabarakatuh.

wow subhan Allah masha Allah! keep up the good work bro.


wasalam o 'alykum warahmatulahi wabarakatuh.

[gunagaar]

:sl:

And Another One...

Too Busy?

Everyday as I woke up at dawn, my mind started working the moment I yawned.
There were many things to do, O dear! That's why I didn’t read my Fajr prayer

I didn't have the time to sit and praise the Lord. To me rushing out without salaah was nothing odd...
Since school, I had been busy every minute. Completing my tutorials and essays and handing them in

My studies took up most of my time always. No time did I have to Allah to pray
Too many things to do and zikr was rare. For Allah, I really had no time to spare...

When I grew up and started my career. I worked all day to secure my future
When I reached home, I preferred to have fun. I chatted on the phone, so I didn't read the Quran

I spent too much time surfing the Net. Sad to say, my faith was falling flat...
The only time I have left is weekends. During which I prefer window shopping with friends

I couldn't spare time to go to the mosque. I was too busy, that's was the EXCUSE...
I sometimes did some prayers, but did so quickly. But after prayer, I didn't sit long to reflect quietly

I didn't have time to help the needy ones. I was loaded with work as my precious time runs
No time at all to visit a sick Muslim friend. To orphans and elderly, I hardly lent a hand

I was too busy to do community service. When there were gatherings, I helped the least
My life was already full of stress. So I didn't counsel a Muslim in distress

I didn't spend much time with my family. Because I thought, doing so is a waste of time...
No time to share with non-Muslim about Islam. Even though I know, inviting causes no harm

No time to follow the Sunnah at all. All these contribute to my Iman's fall...
I was busy here and busy there. I had no time at all, that's all I cared

I went for religious lessons, just once in awhile. 'Cause I was too busy making a pile...
I worked all day and I slept all night. Too tired for tahajjud ‘cos it didn’t seem quite right

To me, earning a living was already tough. But I did some basic deeds, but that's wasn’t enough...
No time at all, to admire God's creation. No time to praise Allah and seek His Compassion

Although I knew how short was my life. For Islam, I really didn't strive...
Finally the day came, when the Creator called for me. And I stood before Him with my Life's History

I felt so guilty because I should have prayed more. Isn't that what a Muslim lives for?
To thank Allah and do good deeds. And the Quran is for us all to read...

There I was on Judgement Day, I started to fret. I wasted my life but it was too late to regret
My entry to Paradise depended on my good deeds. But I didn’t do enough for that day’s needs

My book of deeds wasn’t given to my right. An angel opened my book and read out my plight.
"O You Muslim servant, you were the one, Who was given enough time, yet not much was done

You knew that your faith was loose? Saying "no time" was only an excuse.
Your book of deeds should have been filled up more. With all the good work you stood up for...

Hence, I only recorded those little good deeds. As I say this, I know your eyes will mist.
I was about to write some more, you see, but I did not have, THE TIME to list"...

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[Isaac]

Salam bro. Bhoy i gota say ur first poem or shall i say words of wisdom were truly emotional. Reading that i wont lie, it nearly brought tears to my eyes. why cost its so tru. I just hope that by reading that it increases my iman. Thanks br and keep up the work. the work for the ummah.

[sabr]

excellent poem brother very moving makes 1 think how little we are doing to prepare our selves for this inevitable day.