I'd just like to share with you some heart warming poems of wisdom and peace i pray that Insha'Allah you will like them and would be grateful for your contribution to adding some poems that you may know.
Most of the authors are unkown to me but still I pray that whoever they are Allah swt Insha'Allah bestows many blessings upon them for their beautiful words.
When things are down
And you are out of your mind
Remember just remember
Allah is The Kind.
When your life is in darkness
And nothing is right
Remember just remember
Through the darkness,
Allah is The Light.
When nothing makes sense
And your heading for demise
Remember just remember
It doesn't make sense, but Allah is The Wise.
When times are troubled
And no one seems to care
Remember just remember
Allah won't hurt you, He is The Fair.
When your heart is breaking
And your pain makes you fall
Remember just remember Allah Sees it all.
When you are weak
And the road seems long
Remember just remember
Seek strength from The Strong.
When life is a burden
And everything is unstable
Remember just remember
Allah is The Able.
When the way is cloudy
And there is no one by your side
Remember just remember
Allah is The Only Guide.
When no one wants to listen
Or is willing to lend an ear
Remember just remember
Allah is always ready to hear.
When you are poor and penniless
And you are stuck in a niche
Remember just remember
Allah is The Rich.
When you are down in your misery
And there is nowhere to run
Remember just remember
You can always run to The One.
And when your scars are hurting
And your heart is in fear
Remember just remember
Allah is really here.
Allah knows what's best for us
So why should we complain
We always want the sunshine
But He knows there must be rain
We always want the laughter
And the merriment of cheer
But our hearts will lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear.
Allah tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow
He tests us not to punish us
But to help us meet tomorrow
For growing trees are strengthened
If they withstand the storm
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gave the marble grace and form
Allah tests us often
And for every pain He gives to us
Provided we're patient
Is followed by rich again
So whenever we feel that everything is going wrong
It is just Allah's way
To make our spirit's strong.
Only when you think that things cannot get any worse is when something else tumbles on top. The weight of the baggage that we bare on our shoulders become an overload that we cannot physically carry no more...
Loving our pride and ego so much that asking for help from a hand that reaches out to help makes us feel vulnerable and weak in our minds, but little do we know that vulnnerability and weakness has nothing to do with it whatsoever.
It even comes to point where at times we forget the greatest helper of all, there is no greater helper than Him nor will ever be... And it is through His mercy that through ways or people He sends His help to us...
But little do we know... So caught up and tangled in this temporary worldly life that it starts to erode us slowly, it erodes our Iman, our love for Allah swt, for His guidance, following His straight path and living our lives for the purpose that we were created by our Almighty Creator to serve and please Him and only Him no longer matters or exists...
Instead our lives become evolved around anything but Him.
We make gods of money, power, status and greed.
Our lives become filled with lies, betrayal, arrogance, selfishness, evil, envy, mischieve and we forget everything...
Our hearts become so blackened with evil that we even forget that all it takes is to knock on His door once, just once and He forgives all and bestows His mercy upon you...
He fills your heart with true Iman and never leaves you in need for others.
Lament of the Qur'an As an ornament do they adorn me,
Yet they keep me and sometimes kiss me.
In their celebtrations they recite me.
In disputes they swear by me.
On shelves do they securely keep me
Till another celebration or dispute, when they need me.
Yes, they read and memorized me,
Yet only an ornament am I.
My message lies neglected, my treasure untouched,
The field lies bare, where blossomed once true glory.
Wrong is the the treatment that I receive
So much to give have I, but none is there to perceive.
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