I am a Muslim And God I praise For all his blessings My voice I raise In one God I believe No equal has He Lord of the universe Compassionate to me Muhammad the Prophet Taught me the way To be honest and truthful Throughout everyday The Holy Qur'an To life is my guide Its teachings I follow By it I abide Islam is my religion Preaches good deeds Mercy and Kindness To the right path it leads Upon all humanity God showers his grace Regardless of colour Nationality or race Through working together Our hopes increase To live in a world Full of love and peace Full of love and peace I am a Muslim And God I praise For all His blessings My voice I raise
All praises are for you Allah, how I hope that you are there. For sinful though I know I am, your displeasure I can not bear. Never, till this moment, did I realize how much I've strayed. Never, till now, was I more conscious of all those times when I should have prayed. For sins are like heavy baggage, that one carries through Life, the airport. Why didn't I realize sooner, that Earth is but a place of sport? Ya Allah ! Forgive me. Save me from the fire of Hell. Forgive me as you did my parents, from Jan'ah though they fell. Ya Allah ! Protect me. From myself for my soul is weak. Let me not falter ever, for Jan'ah is the abode I seek. Ya, Allah! Please help me. For I don't understand and thus, I fear. What happened to all those moments when I never doubted that you were near ? My actions once were guided, by my faith which, once, was strong. Ya Allah! please guide me . What happened, what went wrong ? Each footstep that I used to take, I took with you ever near my side. The Quran was my faithful companion, Rasoolallah my beloved guide. How I yearn for those bygone days Allah, for I know that the day comes near When we'll each receive our just rewards, and Truth will stand sparkling clear. Life is like a spider's web Allah. We get caught in its tricky snare So thoroughly are we disillusioned, time for salat we can not spare. I sit here and I wonder, Ya Allah! Why did I fall so low ? What happened to my faith Allah? Where did my Iman go? In this earthly life of ours, so often does sin seem right. Falsehood seems to be the truth, as if days are confused with night. Man is an imperfect creature. And thus, Man shall always wrong. For the road to Jan'ah is rocky, and the journey seems awfully long. Ya Allah ! Our creator, we are all just peices of clay. Please help us with our steps in life, and let us not lose our way. All praises are for you Allah, I know that you are near. I know that you have read my heart, and my words I know you hear.
mashaAllah, thats a good poem, jazakallah for sharing
HIS WORDS UnKnown
In the Name of Allah begin every action Obey, serve and worship Allah with devotion Offer Salaah with humility an attention, Read the Qur'an with understanding and comprehension. Strive in Allah's way with Qur'anic inspiration Let Allah's pleasure be our only aspiration And success in the Hereafter, Be our sole ambition. Memorize Qur'anic quotations Engage in Dhikr and Soul-Purification Do Da'wah with wisdom, Beautiful preaching and graceful persuasion. There is no time now to relax That we may Inshallah do in Paradise perhaps Now be more concerned with earning Sawaab, And maintain all norms of Hijaab. In Religion there is no compulsion At stake is your own Salvation For the Truth stands out from error, Make sure you do not regret later. On the basis of color, wealth, or region Let there be no distinction In the Muslim Ummah let there be no division, In the Qur'an will you find such injunctions. Let us be One Strong United Brotherhood Concerned about each others' welfare and good Offering the needy and orphans food, Over losses do not brood. We follow the ways of beloved Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu alaihi wasallam Allah's Last and Final Messenger The Most Sublime of all humans The Most Exalted in Character. We follow his Sunnah and Guidance And do not cause on earth mischief or nuisance Islam is a Religion of Peace It's Attraction and Glory will never cease. Do adopt the Islamic Way of Life Be faithful to your husband or wife In writing put all your contracts and agreements Honor and keep all your promises and commitments. Life after death is a certainty Do not treat this life with laxity Do not indulge in frivolous gaiety And shun all obscenity and vulgarity. Islam recommends virtues Such as Honesty, Chastity and Charity Do good deeds with sincerity Almighty Willing you may attain eternal felicity. On usury and interest there is prohibition On trade there is blessing and divine sanction Be honest and fair, In every transaction. Islam is here to reign supreme However much the mushriks may scheme This is neither utopia nor dream, Righteous Muslims will emerge as the Victorious Team. Allah's Oneness to all we proclaim We seek neither wealth nor any fame Allah's Pleasure is our only aim Glorified be His Name, May He save us from deeds of shame And from hell's fire and flame. Aameen! Ya arhamar raahimeen.
O Allah Wash away my sins with the water of snow and hail, and cleanse my heart from sin as a white garment is cleansed from filth, and put a great distance between me and my sins, as great as the distance You have made between the East and the West.”
I spoke to you about Islaam You did not know before A Christian is what you professed But wanted to learn more... Your views, I learnt, were so distorted Misconceptions - plain You thought Islaam was crooked, false! I helped you think again... You thought us women were deprived No honour, grace or rights! But as we spoke your face just changed As if you'd seen the light... Then to my great surprise you asked To see His Book, Qur'aan! My heart rejoiced as now I hoped In your heart lay eemaan (faith)! I hurried out to get a copy While you still sat there "O my Lord! Please guide this lady" I had said in prayer... Soorah Maryam I had chose And gave you Allaah's Book You quietly took it to your seat And peacefully did look... It all agreed with your beliefs I saw it on your face! You knew the truth from Allaah now No longer out of place... And so I boldly said to you That you must too, submit That you must follow Allaah's Will And leave no part of it. Your mood had gone serene and quiet Not sure what to say It seeemed the truth had found acceptance In your heart that day... The time had come for you to leave But didn't want to go Your mind was stirring all the time At what you'd come to know... And so you came with darkened thoughts But Allaah gave you light He cast away your erring views And gave to you, new sight. And thus the truth was brought to you How little did you know! Rays of truth so pure and simple Could you let it go? Embrace Islaam! I urged again Your Lord and mine is One! You hadn't as yet testified But closer you had come..
I am a Muslim Woman Feel free to ask me why When I walk, I walk with dignity When I speak, I do not lie I am a Muslim Woman, Not all of me you'll see But what you should appreciate Is that the choice I make is free I'm not plagued with depression I'm neither cheated nor abused I don't envy other women And I'm certainly not confused Note, I speak perfect English Et un petit peu de francais aussie I'm majoring in Linguistics So you need not speak slowly I own my own small business Every cent I earn is mine I drive my Chevy to school and work And no, that's not a crime You often stare as I walk by You don't understand my veil But peace and power I have found For I am equal to any male I am a Muslim Woman So please don't pity me For God has guided me to truth And now I'm finally free!
TO WESTERN WOMEN by Aisha When you look at me all you can see Is the scarf that covers my hair My word you can't hear Because you're too full of fear, Mouth gaping, all you do is stare. You think it's not my own choice, In your own "liberation" you rejoice. You're so thankful that you're not me. think I'm uneducated, Trapped, oppressed and subjugated. You're so thankful that you are free. But Western women you've got it wrong- You're the weak and i'm the strong, For I've rejected the trap of man. Fancy clothes- low neck, short skirt, These are devices for pain and hurt, Always jumping to the male agenda, Competing on his terms. No job share, no baby-sitting facilities, No feeding and diaper-changing amenities. No equal pay for equal skill- Your job they can always fill. Is this liberation? A person with ideas and thought, I'm not for sale, I can't be bought. I won't decorate anyone's arm, Nor be promoted for my charm. There's more to me than playing coy. Living life as a balancing game- mother, Daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover- And still bring home a wage. Who thought up this modern "freedom" Where man can love'em and man can leave 'em. This is not free but life in a cage. Western women you can have your life. Mine- it has less strife. I cover and I get respected Surely that's to be expected- For I won't demean the feminine I won't live to a male criterion. I dance to my own tune, And I hope you see this very soon, For your own sake- wake up and use your sight! Are you so sure that you are right?
The poem above sparked off a very heated argument between Muslims and a Western Wiccan lady. Click here to read it.
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.
Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
Is suddenly heard by the ears of those near and far.
Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
To turn a deaf ear to this, would truly be bazaar.
It echoes throughout the valleys,
it ricochets off the land and the sky.
"Come to Salah! Come to Success!"
To this call, wouldn't it be most unfortunate not to reply?
The sound of the adhaan shoots like arrows through the air,
and it falls upon the listener's ears like the springtime rain.
So let this water flow into your soul;
don't you know that a dried up plant can't produce any grain?
It proclaims Allah's greatness and invites us to everlasting success.
Yet many turn a deaf ear to this call, while towards the vanishing dunyah,
their hands reach out to caress.
Its sound reaches for the sky like the birds,
and shines upon the earth like the sun.
So open your heart to the warmth of its rays;
come to success, the time for salah has begun.
We're busy working for our bodies,
yet what about answering this call for our souls.
The dust of the dunyah or the Gardens of the Jannah,
just what are our goals?
We have been invited to salah, the key to the doors of success.
What other invitation is more important than this to address?
This wonderful message is cried from a vast multitude of Minarets.
What else would we have before Allah if we ignored it,
other than a multitude of regrets?
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Oh Allah, increase this ummah in our Love for You, Your deen,
and Your last Messenger Muhammad, and Oh Allah, send Your peace and blessings upon him.
Ameen.
We'd cry if a loved one's blood was spilt,
yet from our ummah its been falling to the ground like rain.
So how many eyes are wet? Have you not seen that even innocent children have
been slain?
Some may try to deny it, some just look the other way.
Some raise their voice, yet our blood still flows the next day.
Just by hearing the word 'Bosnia,' our tears should just flow.
Or have we forgotten it already, was it that long ago?
The earth was soaked with their blood,
yet the world just turned the other way.
So as families got shattered like glass,
the world was silent and pretended that everything was ok.
Some may try to deny it, some just look the other way.
Some raise their voice, yet our blood still flows the next day.
Children are starved to death in Iraq due to the UN's nasty sanctions.
So who will stand up against this oppression being inflicted by the United Nations?
Thousands of innocent lives are slipping away while the ummah just looks on.
They die due to starvation, yet because were too full, all we can do is yawn.
Some may try to deny it, some just look the other way.
Some raise their voice, yet our blood still flows the next day.
Rivers of it have flown out of Palestine,
from what the Nazi-like Zionists have done.
They barged their way into Jerusalem,
causing rivers of Muslim blood to run.
Our sisters there get raped, and many of our brothers there get shot.
Was there anything other then pain that the rise of Israel brought?
Some may try to deny it, some just look the other way.
Some raise their voice, yet our blood still flows the next day.
Yet with Albania the world spoke up, yet what do words do without action?
So as the Serbs just slaughtered our brothers, we barely had a reaction?
It was a holocaust indeed, yet it happened right under our eyes.
When are we going to wake up, after how many more lives?
Some may try to deny it, some just look the other way.
Some raise their voice, yet our blood still flows the next day.
What's sad is that this is not all,
the examples I mentioned are actually quite few.
I could keep saying words, yet there's only so much that words can do.
Words just ripple through the air, and then quickly come to rest.
But actions speak louder then words, and action is what I suggest.
Some may try to deny it, some just look the other way.
We need more than words, or our blood will just flow again the next day.
Its hard for a bird to fly through the air with water on its wings.
What about us flying to Jannah, when its the whole world that we cling?
We have the map to Paradise, yet behind our backs it gets hurled.
The path to Jannah gets abandoned out of love for this world.
Left and right Muslims are selling their faith for temporary pleasures.
Because many have lost sight of the Jannah and its everlasting treasures.
There's only one path to Paradise, and following vain desires is not the way.
Its time to turn back to Allah's map, there's more to this life then just play.
Its a blessing to be a Muslim; considering how many others are lost.
Yet the title of a Muslim is nothing if our submission we have tossed.
This life is so short; come on listen up, this aint some sort of joke.
If we don't get our acts together, in the next life we may go up in smoke.
Lets turn back to Allah, come on, lets not waist another day.
Lets get back on track. Oh Allah, from the true path, don't let us sway!
Lets seek our help from Allah, we got to follow Him as much as we can.
If your not using the map to Jannah; where are you going, what's your plan?
This life is so short, lets wake up and see where were heading.
We have the map to Paradise, so on it lets get up and start treading.
The web of a spider is weak, yet it overpowers the fly.
This dunyah is worthless, so don't let its web catch your eye.
In the Lucidity of a Solemn Silence by Hisham Mahmoud
In the lucidity of a solemn silence
The night overtook those who transgressed.
Nations we conquered and others we built
As shelters for masses oppressed
Our hearts resounded with a hungry pulse
To make real what was already instilled;
And then His Will became our own
Potentiality, sought and fulfilled.
Souls that were owned by the Owner of all
Yearned to disrobe their outer attire.
Where martyrs lay sleep on the mattress of war
Haunted no more by the nightmare of fire
As 'Umar lay snoozing in the shade of a tree
The Crown of Persia was swept.
Then one of her leaders addressed you and said,
"With justice you ruled and safely you slept."
"Lie down and roll over, "O dog of Rome!"
Wrote Mu'tasim once upon a time,
In defense of your sister who called out his name-
An army prepared to punish the crime.
That was a time when men were men,
Who lived solely to die in battle
What moves you, then, but food, drink, and sleep'
(So much in common with sheep and cattle!)
Now do you hear the screams of torture
A six year old boy sent to the slaughter
Have you not seen twenty three soldiers
Each take a turn with Abdullah's daughter
Bosnia, Kashmir, Kosova, Iraq-
Meaningless slogans, "Injustice must stop!"
A billion sleepers, the dormant giant-
Til when shall the Muslims be so compliant?
Heads that prostrate to Him, the Most High
Now, by the sword, they are chopped,
While you snore in your slumber, comfy and snug,
Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top.
One more is killed, another is raped-
The Ummah drowns into a panic.
Yet only one wall divides you from them-
That great blue wall, the Atlantic
Each wave splashes forth with news of sorrow
Upon rocks as hard as your hearts.
Where death becomes life and life becomes death,
Where the dead from the living depart.
How will you fare when that Day seizes all,
As, now, you refuse to do what you can
Then be not suprised when you look down and see
The blood of Muslims on your two hands.
For too long, we have been adrift on the open sea.
Far, far away from home.
Unprepared, we are humiliated by these storms.
Our small boat, sails broken, a victim to the winds
Cross currents, too strong for our thin arms.
Waves, soaring higher than our humble hope.
Our heads, bowed even before defeat.
Our ****ing eyes, avoiding one anothers'
Our souls, as wild and sometimes as lonely as the open sea.
Let us cease to curse nature.
Abusing our lips, with one anothers' names.
Let us mend this broken boat,
this broken sail,
this broken soul.
Let us harness the wind.
Make use of the currents.
With faith and sweat, set sail to our land of the Qur'an and Sunnah.
Amidst this storm, let us begin the voyage home.
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