Stories of happiness, struggles and pain
from soaring on thermals, to loving in vain
With eyes set to Allah for heavenly gain
heartbreaking farewells, never meeting again.
The toughest of love is pure when for others
we hurt for the sake of the souls of our brothers
we cry and releasing the gripping that smothers
our emaans increase when we let go of lovers.
The struggles and pain are a testing decree
when Haraam lusting is built up in thee
Though happiness earned on bended knee
through the tears of your heart, your soul is set free.
The sisters and brothers who earnestly cry
to drown out the whispering Devils who try
inviting to flames, fornicators fry
These Muslims are pure and their emaan is high.
So take it from one who has loved and released
that refraining from lust saves two from the beast,
that your love of Allah is bound to increase
when the pain feels like death but brings you peace.
Stories of happiness, struggles and pain
play out in our hearts with love and disdain
saying goodbye is like cutting a vein
but turning from Jannah is nought but insane.
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"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
Religion in Latitude
please adjust your attitude
devils got you gripped,
your ripped and stripped of gratitude
to Him the great creator
you cannot say it it later
La ilaha ilallah
crush the Muslim hater.
Be a righteous brother
And add to Him no other
turn to Allah, immerse in Salah
and break from shayatins cover.
Now Im not the best it has to be said
but I feel with my heart and think with my head
Without imaan I am good as dead
with a burning skin I cannot shed,
Allahs love I seek instead
His power fills my soul with dread
from when I wake till back to bed
I am His and will not be mis-lead.
Brothers, sisters one and all
return to Him and heed the call
to Islam and the light of God
let this Ummah stand so tall
"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
Brothers and sisters lend me your ears,
save yourselves, encourage your peers
let go of their pain, alieve their fears
judgement day relentlessly nears.
Birds still sing when nobody knows
a hidden flower still grows
sunlight falls on a desolate plain
why is this you suppose ?
All exists for one common good
from fall of rain to prophethood
to glorify Allah, and all he creates
to praise Him as we should.
The bird that sings in public domain
still sings in quiet refrain,
the hidden flower so scented and bright
gives thanks for the sun and rain.
So too when our praise is hidden or deep
as though to others we sleep
it is Allah alone we direct our deeds
its enough when we secretly keep
our promise to worship and glorify Him
no wordly kudos to reap.
To be like the flower my inward desire
to flourish and brightly shine
give thanks to God and truly aspire
to worship the only devine.
when noone can see what lies in my heart
yet still my covenant grows
when secretly praising his Glorified name
so that its only Allah that knows
Then like the flower my strength will be
not physical just to be seen
but radiating a beuatiful praise
the strength of a perfect deen
Oh Allah grant me this one small thing
that I might glorify you
selflessly as the bird does sing
with a purpose pure and new
Afford me the strength is all I ask
to strive towards your light
to live my life for nothing else
than to fulfill your right
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"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
A flower marks the place where
a brother lost his life,
far away from all he loved,
his daughter and his wife.
A flower grows in peaceful times
a silent epitaph,
a gentle sentry pays tribute
to the marching of the path.
You may stand and weep for him
our murdered muslim brother,
weep and spare a prayer for him
and for his broken mother.
His wife was raped and beaten
his daughter battered and bruised,
their bodies crushed and lost among
the carnage that ensued.
He walked as though already dead
his heart as black as night,
whatever force that drove him on
had robbed his will to fight.
Thirst had almost claimed his life
grief had claimed his mind,
soldiers claimed his love for life
to death he was resigned.
When you have prayed and raise your head
through sorrow you will see,
15,000 flowers grow,
15,000 free.
100 and 40 miles he walked
half of them had died,
when a bullet split his skull in two
and he was brushed aside.
Now his bones are merged with other men
with soil that makes this land,
this earth is rich with muslim graves
that lie beneath the sand.
My brothers marched to cold hard death
slain as they sought peace,
the victims of a crime of war
death was their release.
Allah knows the unbearable pain
of mothers who still cry
for long dead son's and husbands
who could not say goodbye.
Allah knows each brothers grave
who die in persecution,
though men no longer seek the place
of their secret execution.
Marched unto your deaths my brothers
your skulls now pave their roads,
but your souls are resting now with Him,
a beautiful abode.
In life they struggled to just survive
they stayed alive at best,
though now these murdered brothers
in Jannah may they rest.
Did they march you to your deaths my brothers, and construct the land from your jawbones. Did they choke and turn away from the rotting stench of the dead bodies aligning their roads. When your wives and daughters had been raped, your brothers, son's and fathers had been shot. When they tied yor hands and killed you, then moved your mass graves in order to hide their wicked deeds, did they smile as they desecrated your graves. When they did this to you my brothers, did they think Allah would not repay them, did they think they had killed your Islam, did they, and do they still think that what they did was hidden from Allah. Allah knows, and with Him is your vengeance, may it be swift and painfilled as they burn for eternity. Our brothers we weep for you still, be at rest you are not forgotten.
(In rememberance of the bosnian serb muslims who were massacred as they sought sanctuary from the ethnic cleansing in 1995).
"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
another dead baby on the news tonight
a limp grey body too small to fight
the impact of a rocket shell
that broke her bones
smashed them all to hell
the dullness stark in her once bright eyes
is crushing my heart, so still she lies
on her side, one arm reaching for
the place where her father was standing before
he died.
The hair that her mother had washed and brushed
now matted in blood where her skull was crushed
at 3 yrs old she never knew
that a man could kill for a point of veiw,
one that differed from the one they held
that they wanted the land in which she dwelled.
So another child dead on the news tonight
for a peice of dirt, A HOLY SITE !
and thiers children dying all over this world
as the oil runs out, so the wars unfurl
and theirs mothers broken who go insane
as theyre killing the babies, boys and girls.
And I hang my head and wish for death
and curse myself with every breath
because I am safe and far from harm
my sons are strong, my life is calm
and I wish to go and fight for those,
who cannot help where they were born,
who have no chance, who are war torn.
Another dead baby on the news tonight
and I turn away, its a sickening sight
And I hate the men who are to blame
but wait, I think I am the same
as those who kill and rape and mame,
coz I just sit and cry, in shame.
When death is mine, and its too late
I will reap the pain of my cowards fate
I will try to say that I couldnt go
but Im sure the Angels will take me lo.
So I ask for Allah to give me strength
that I may come to see at length,
that as a brother I should book my flight,
and board the plane and go to fight, so that
theres one less death tomorrow night.
"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
Slipped up
Tripped up
Sinnings got me ripped up
Hell is at my heels
faiths draining coz its tipped up
Low down
Slowed down
How low can I go down
Sins so great
like living in a ghost town
Short term
Conscern
No thought of when I return
To Allah and the day
When evil doers will burn
Drawn back
Called back
once again I'm brought back
Given yet another chance
Forgiven as I turn back.
Given up, I can't fight
Cannott stand my own sight
Sickened by the things I do
That keep me from the true light
Turned away I've no right
Lost amid the dark night
Caught in the sinners cycle
Wound up in it so tight
Destruction out of self spite
Sins eating me with each bite
Slipped back into this life again
And deviated outright
Just when I think its a one way track
He reaches out and claims me back,
This ungraetful wretch
Who repeatedly sins
Brought back to light and saved by Him.
My hardened heart encassed by lies
Is humbled, touched and I realise
That I can run and shut my eyes
But Allah forgives when my soul cries.
All encompassing light
That surrounds me now
I no longer fight
Allah showed me how
By the power of His love
I'm on bended knee
When I lost my way
He rescued me
Subhan Allah that He forgives
The fact that I self hate
Subhan Allah that He forgives
And guides me to a humble state
Subhan Allah that He forgives
To Him I must prostrate.
Alhamdulillah that Allah loves us so much that he brings us to the point where it is easy to ask forgiveness time and time again. He is capable of all things, and his mercy is endless.
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"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
Before life is spent , im making one thing clear
we need to rack it up and stack it up,
the end is near
the devil incarnate will soon appear
but loseing Allahs love is my greatest fear.
if you sitting in a smoke haze
choking on bud
tripping on the real thing
it aint no good
if you banging or jab it in
fouling your blood
your a dead man walking
is it understood.......
that you dont need junk
or home grown skunk
black,crack,smack
or getting drunk
All you need to blow your mind
to get on track
get realigned,
is open your eyes, you will find
there is a way back
for the lost and blind
You dont have to be resigned
to a future black or the daily grind.
So before this life is over and spent
be quick to detox and repent
For the love of Allah and the message he sent
embrace Islam or remain hell bent
"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
The terrorist state
will shake with dread
when the Muslim graves give up their dead.
Jack boot coming in the dark of night
blood and gore on their left and right
Smashed up mother in a pool of blood
ripped out fetus dying in the mud
Child in the street, his guts hang out
HE DIDNT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE BOMBS WERE ABOUT !!
In my heart is a crippling hate
for the Zionist pigs and their terrorist state.
Skin burnt off
bones exposed
writhing youth
becomes comatosed.
Blinding light
sickening crash
phosphorous bombs,
the Ghetto's flash.
The world allows
these devilish Jews
to kill and maim,
to rape and abuse
coz there is no oil
there is no cash
just flesh and souls of expendable trash.
But no-ones looking
they party with Obama
he is no use
just a rich black farmer.
God speed the day
when the air is keen
with the roar and the swords
of the Mujahadeen.
God speed the day
when the air is keen
with the roar and the swords
of the Mujahadeen.
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"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
I can see him and I love him,
he appears like a long lost friend in the distance, tho one who would be thankful becuase he never met me, but I know him, he is tender and innocent, his strength is in his utter fragility and tho he has so little knowledge of life, his capacity to love is second only to the great Rasulullah (pbuh) himself.
His first friend was an autistic child, and I feel at times this was his greatest and only true friend.
He loved his mother as tho if death itself came stalking her, it would wither and fade in the barrier created by his gentle radiance.
Oh how time breaks me, how it slashes and stabs at my heart. The harder I become and the uglier my sins that threaten to cripple me, then the softer the place in my heart becomes that houses him, he is, and the more tear ravaged my sleep becomes as I pine for the sweetness and innocence of him.
The earliest of conscious memory, he is someones miracle and he tells his peers that they are his brothers and sisters, he believes in miracles and yet he has know knowledge of his creator. But he is Allahs true and untainted witness, his love can only be of God.
When I think of what must befall him I cry, I want to take him in my arms and protect him, I would die to leave him where he is, but Allah will fashion him, Allah will bring him to Islam before he is truly broken.....but only just in time.
How I miss him who never knew me, how I long to hear his breath at sleep once more, how I ache with every fibre to veiw his mothers mother and say sorry, and I love you more than life.
The gentle innocent with a heart as big as the world, with a beuaty so magnificent it can only have come from Allah, he will be safe as long as I live, as long as I am alive he can exist in his bubble before it is burst into deafening fragments and invaded by the filth and slime of dunya.
This friend of animals and angels and all inbetween is pure as I watch him go through a lonley existence, I love him, I miss him, I am him. He is my childhood, and he was innocence incarnate.
Now he appears before me in almost the same persona, and I will love and cherish him unto death, the child I was has become my child.
All praise and thanks are for Allah alone, I ask Him to make my children devout Muslims and to preserve their powerful innocence, Ameen.
(work in progress)
Last edited by Tony; 07-24-2009 at 11:28 PM.
"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
Familly sunday, half past three
theres nana and grandad,aunt marie
weird uncle George from skipton on sea
Mum and Dad, little Thomas and me.
The beefs been raosted, and carving a slice
Dad beckons my plate and comments, "mmm nice"
He winks at me once and nods at my Nan
whos having a sherry and giving advice.
"youll soon be a man" she announces with glee
"with those hairs on your chin" (she must have had 3 !)
Coz she looks sqewiff with her glasses all smudged
from gravy and suace and sweet sherry.
"Leave him alone, dont make the boy glum",
A friendly voice and a rescue from Mum,
"hes my little baby, my bundle of fun
And hes so happy to see that you could all come".
I gathered them here as Ive something to say,
Mum thinks its marriage, George hopes Im gay!!!!!!!
Dad thinks a job, with footballers pay,
Nana and grandad just enjoying the day.
Aunt marie said she couldnt care less
"I came to get drunk, this I confess,
Since I got caught cheating
My life is a mess".
The meal nearly over, baited, their breath
like a packed coloseum awaiting a death,
they watch me intently, the time is near
to tell them my news both loud and clear.
Dad clears his throat, he knocks on the table
Nana jumps up, by now less than stable
Mum would have caught her if only was able
and auntie marie was drinking black lable.
"So come on my son, What brings us all here"?
He glances at George "I hope ur not queer"
"What is the news that changed your life ?
are you playing for city, Announcing a wife?"
I drew a breath and smiled at my Mum
little Thomas and everyone,
"Last week I climbed first rung of a ladder,
I went to a mosque and took my Shahada".
I looked at the table, faces all blank,
open mouthed like fish in a tank
It was nana who was first to break rank
"shawhata", she said, suspecting a prank.
"Shahada" I said, And smiled at my Nan
Although it seemed not to be going to plan,
I searched for some words and inwardly ran,
"I became Muslim, I embraced Islam "
Aunt marie was drunk as a skunk
Uncle Georges hopes were sunk
Nana and grandad were nearly defunct
And Mum and Dad raised glasses and clunked.
Little Thomas just smiled and tried
to understand what transpired
he hugged me and kissed me
and I felt so inspired.
The metaphor was plain to see
out of all the familly gathered for tea
the one that felt the closest to me
the innocent child on his mothers knee.
Coz as much as I love this familly tree
The norm is to sin, they think they are free
They dont understand that this cannot be
Allah will pay them a similar fee.
I pray the Sustainer of all I behold
will make my imaan in a righteous mold
Give me faith instead of gold
as I lead by example in Islams fold.
Allah please help these loved ones of mine
to see that this life is for a set time
to live as though its a pantomime
will cause them to burn, to pay for the crime.
If its all I can do to live by your rules
then use me Lord as a man uses tools
let me help save the souls of these loveable fools
by living Islam, the best of all schools.
To you when I return to answer this life
I can say that I tried in trouble and strife
to help cut this dunya away from my kin
with a faith that as sharp as any knife.
Until then, little Thomas and me
will share a knowledge secretly
the only safe place is to be
in the light of love, all encompassing we.
Please make Dua for my Mum to come to Islam and to accept that Allah is the only one who can forgive, and to show her that her sins are not so many that Allah will not forgive them. Ameen
Last edited by Tony; 07-31-2009 at 11:20 AM.
"O ye who belive! Endure, outdo all others in endurance, be ready, and observe your duty to Allah, in order that you may succeed"
Slipped up
Tripped up
Sinnings got me ripped up
Hell is at my heels
faiths draining coz its tipped up
Low down
Slowed down
How low can I go down
Sins so great
like living in a ghost town
Short term
Conscern
No thought of when I return
To Allah and the day
When evil doers will burn
Drawn back
Called back
once again I'm brought back
Given yet another chance
Forgiven as I turn back.
Given up, I can't fight
Cannott stand my own sight
Sickened by the things I do
That keep me from the true light
Turned away I've no right
Lost amid the dark night
Caught in the sinners cycle
Wound up in it so tight
Destruction out of self spite
Sins eating me with each bite
Slipped back into this life again
And deviated outright
Just when I think its a one way track
He reaches out and claims me back,
This ungraetful wretch
Who repeatedly sins
Brought back to light and saved by Him.
My hardened heart encassed by lies
Is humbled, touched and I realise
That I can run and shut my eyes
But Allah forgives when my soul cries.
All encompassing light
That surrounds me now
I no longer fight
Allah showed me how
By the power of His love
I'm on bended knee
When I lost my way
He rescued me
Subhan Allah that He forgives
The fact that I self hate
Subhan Allah that He forgives
And guides me to a humble state
Subhan Allah that He forgives
To Him I must prostrate.
Alhamdulillah that Allah loves us so much that he brings us to the point where it is easy to ask forgiveness time and time again. He is capable of all things, and his mercy is endless.
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I absolutely LOVED the rythym to this one! MashaAllah, you're a very talented poet.
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