Poetry Corner

The Muhajibah
By Atiya Hasan


Don’t Hate On Me
Cuz I’m Muslim To The Eye That Sees
Don’t Hate On Me
Cuz Modesty Covers Me
You Look At Me And You Think I’m Oppressed
What You Don’t Know Is This Is The Way I Choose To Dress
I wont Advertise Myself Like You Make Your Women Do
I Play By The Rules
Cover Myself From The Critical Eyes Of You.
Don’t Define Me By The Hijaab I Wear
Go On Living That Life You Dare
My Words Hold More Weight That Your Women’s Actions Do
I Am The Muslimah
Pride Of My Ummah
Through My Modesty I Prevail
Got A Better Hold On Life Than Could Any Male
Want This?
Cant Touch This.
Try Ya Best
Watch Ya Miss
Don’t Hate On Me
Cuz No Matter How Much You Undermine
And Call It A Crime
I Wear My Veil Without A Frown On This Face Of Mine.

Barbie and the Muslim Doll
A poem by Shahid Athar


Said the Barbie doll to the Muslim doll,
Welcome to the U.S.A
The land of the free and the brave
Have some fun

Said the Muslim doll to the Barbie doll
Tell me what you mean by
The free, the brave and fun

Said the Barbie doll to the Muslim doll
For us, the free means
Freedom from clothes, God and men
To be free to choose your life style
And your mate, male or female
Brave means to experiment with
drugs, alcohol and sex
Fun means dating, dancing and drinking
Whatever makes you happy

Said the Muslim doll to the Barbie doll
For us, the free means
To think freely
To speak freely
And to worship God freely
For us, the brave means
The one who fights temptation, lust and hate

Are you brave?
For us, the fun means
To enjoy life with friends, family and the nature
No just with Ken (1)

Said the Barbie doll to the Muslim doll
These are all good values
You will soon forget as you live
You will melt down as you live
You will become one of us
You will have your Ken

Said the Muslim doll to the Barbie doll
"We do not worship whom you worship
Nor you will worship whom we worship
To you is your way of life
To us is our way of life" (2)


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(1) Ken is the boyfriend of Barbie
(2) Quran-Surah Al Kafiroon

Below is a must read poem for all fellow Muslims. O Readers!! take a moral from this poem, Because you never know when
it's your time to go.

OPERATION DEATH
'Twas early in the morning at four. When death knocked upon a bedroom door.
"Who is there?" the sleeping one cried. "I'm Izrael, let me inside."
At once, the man began to shiver, as one sweating in deadly fever,

he shouted to his sleeping wife, "Don't let him take away my life."
"Please go away, O Angel of Death! Leave me alone, I'm not ready yet.
My family on me depend, give me a chance, O please prepense!"

The Angel knocked again and again, "Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
'Tis your soul Allah require, I come not with my own desire.
Bewildered, the man began to cry, "O Angel! I'm so afraid to die
I'll give you gold and be your slave, don't send me to the unlit grave."

"Let me in, O Friend!" the Angel said, "Open the door, get up from your bed.
If you do not allow me in,I will walk through it, like a Jinn."

The man held a gun in his right hand, ready to defy the Angel's stand,
"I'll point my gun, towards your head. You dare come in, I'll shoot you dead."

By now, the Angel was in the room, Saying, "O Friend! prepare for your doom.
Foolish man, Angels never die, Put down your gun and do not sigh."

"Why are you afraid! Tell me O man, to die according to Allah's plan?
Come, smile at me, do not be grim, be happy to return to Him."

"O Angel! I bow my head in shame, I had no time to take Allah's name.
From morn till dusk I made my wealth, not even caring for my health."

"Allah's commands I never obeyed nor five times a day I ever prayed.
A Ramadan came and Ramadan went but no time had I to repent."

"The Haj was already fard on me But I would not part with my money. All
charities I did ignore taking usury more and more."

"Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine with flirting women I sat to dine. O
Angel! I appeal to you spare my life for a year or two."

"The Laws of Qur'an I will obey, I'll begin Salat this very day. My Fast
and Haj, I will complete, and keep away from self conceit."

"I will refrain from usury, and give all my wealth to charity, wine and
wenches I will detest, Allah's oneness I will attest."

"We Angels do what Allah demands, we cannot go against His commands
Death is ordained for everyone, father, mother, daughter or son."

"I'm afraid, this moment is your last, now be reminded, of your past.
I do understand your fears but it is now too late for tears."

"You lived in this world, two score and more, Never did you, your people
adore. Your parents, you did not obey, hungry beggars, you turned away."

"Your two ill-gotten, female offsprings, in night-clubs, for livelihood
they sing. Instead of making more Muslims, you made your children
non-Muslims."

"You ignored the Mu'athin's Athaan, nor did you read the Holy Qur'an.
Breaking promises all your life, backbiting friends, and causing strife."

"From hoarded goods, great profits you made, and your poor workers, you
underpaid. Horses and cards were your leisure, money-making was your
pleasure."

"You ate vitamins and grew more fat, with the very sick, you never sat. A
pint of blood you never gave, which could a little baby save."

"O human, you have done enough wrong, you bought good properties for a
song. When the farmers appealed to you, you did not have mercy, 'tis true."

"Paradise for you? I cannot tell, undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
There's no time for you to repent, I'll take your soul for which I'm sent."

The ending, however, is very sad. Eventually the man became mad.
With a cry, he jumped out of bed. And suddenly, he fell down dead.

O Reader! take a moral from here, you never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends, for heaven, on your deeds depends.

The Map to Paradise..
by: Masud

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.

~ The Tears Didn't Stop~

The Tears Didn't Stop...
I thought about Yawm ul Qiyaamah, and the tears began to fall,

I thought about the terrible Reckoning, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the rape of the Ummah, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how we had failed to fulfill the obligations central to
this Deen of Allah, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how we slept at night, while they were butchered, and
yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the Mujahid, tortured to death for attempting to escape
Kufr captivity, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the hundreds and thousands of Mujahideen in torturous
captivity, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about those of my sincere Brothers, who had to stay behind
patiently, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about limbless orphans, the worst victims of war, and yet the
tears didn't stop.

I thought about the baby girl who had been dehumanised while we watched,
and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about young Mujahid boys competing to be allowed into training
camps, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how we cried tears while they fought till the last drop
of blood, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how I would manage on the bridge of Siraat on Qiyaamah,
and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about wanting my Sons to be born Soldiers Of Allah, and yet
the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the Mujahids who waited patiently for Firdous, and yet
the tears didn't stop.

I thought about those who were Shaheed in merely attempting to reach the
battlefield, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about what atrocities it would take to get my Brothers to
Jihad, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about how our Fathers and Brothers of the Ummah had failed to
protect us, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about the man, who had answered the lone cry of one girl in
Afghanistaan, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about him who smiled upon being martyred with his index finger
raised, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about Muslims engaging in vain rhetoric about the need for
Jihad, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about those who had never had the dust of the battlefield
enter their nostrils, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about what excuses such 'Brothers' would shamelessly offer on
Qiyaamah, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about my desire to see the beautiful and Noble face of the
beloved Rasoolallah (SAW), and yet the tears didn't stop.

I thought about Jahannam and burning fires of hell we were to be fuel
for, and yet the tears didn't stop.

I turned to my Creator in Forgiveness, and in a state of helplessness
and utter dependency,

I Cried and I Cried and I Cried...

"Allhummar-Zuqni Shuhaadah
Allhummar-Zuqni Shuhaadah
Allhummar-Zuqni Shuhaadah"

And yet the tears didn't stop...

I begged Allah to bestow his Mercy on Me, and My Brothers, and He
Mercifully answered My prayers.

He Granted me Sleep.

But then I awoke and the tears within never did stop.

[Sister SN, UK, 28 Feb 2000]

Allah Knows Best


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 gain
So whenever we are down
And whenever we feel that everything is
going wrong
It is just Allah's way
To make our spirit strong.

Traitors sell out ( Poem )

Traitors sell out
So I stand aside
Another defeated
So called moderate Muslim
Works for the other side
Some do it knowingly by joining the police and intelligence services
While others hide the truth and compromise and reconcile Islam with kufr
Scholars for dollars
Invited to Downing Street for tea and instructions
For Islam’s destruction and annihilation
And some others are silent and
Therefore compliant
In the wicked conspiracy against the truth

The west is at war
Not like before
Forget WW1 and WW2
This war is ideological
Battle of ideas
The final conflict
Truth versus falsehood
Choose which side you’re on
No sitting on the fence
No ones neutral
You’re either with Islam or against Islam
You either give dawah
Or the society brainwashes you
To become its clone and robot
A living and walking example of their ideology

Walking around in a daze
Aint got a clue
Spreading corruption
To your brothers and sisters
Without realizing
Don’t believe me?

Then analyze what you say, do and how you live.
Is it based on Islam or something else?

Thought so..

Switch on the T.V and see
The battle being fought
In many theatres
Iraq, Afghanistan, Chechnya, Palestine
Can anyone deny the reality?
Islam Vs kufr
Truth Vs falsehood
Allah vs shaytan
24/7 it continues

We have no time for rest
Or jesting
Or wasting our youth
In fruitless activities
Coz the enemy is focused and motivated in working hard to destroy our deen
As can be seen on the TV screens
daily

Oh! Muslims Stand and fight
Don’t take flight
You know its right thing to do
Instead of hiding and adopting the false labels of
Moderate Muslim, British Muslim
In this battle of ideas
The truth will prevail
We got the noble Quran
While they have nothing of any substance at all
And hence they and their society keep on falling
Into misguidance and error

No need for hijacking planes and crashing them into tall buildings
Or martyrdom operations
The Islamic ideas are enough for us
To refute and intellectually destroy Capitalism
And herald a new dawn
The re-birth of the Islamic civilization

Bush and Blair
See it on the horizon
What a pity the Muslims are dosing
And some are busy posing
And closing the mind and eyes to what’s going on all around nationally and globally

Its time to wake up
From our western induced slumber
And remember
Who we are and
Who created us?
And to whom we shall return
Sooner or later

Its time to realise
Islam is the source of our pride
Time to get of the western roller coaster
Enough of the ride
Too much can confuse, overload and kill your iman
Make you into westerner
But your name and little practice of Islam
Can make you seem like a fundamentalist in their eyes.

So after reading this
Think about making the little changes
Followed by the major ones
For the salvation of your soul
And the pleasure of your lord and creator

And tonight thank Allah
That you were born into a Muslim family
Instead of a non-Muslim one
And count your blessings
All of them

I certainly will

Ameen

format_quote Originally Posted by Abdullah2907

mashallah so many good poems
Jazakallah Khair

Inshallah more to come

Be a Muslimah

You got a scarf on your head
But jeans that stick to your skin
Your stomach is revealed
You’re into the SIN

When asked what you are
Your culture you name

Muslim don’t cross your tongue
What a pity what a shame!

You take pride in the tops
That reveals your back
Cleavage not an issue
It’s with the pack

Now it’s fashion to wear the scarf
In the way you do
Julia Stiles did it in save the last dance

Now you should too!

Your hair it is styled
With the gel and the mouse
You got the hip hugging jeans
With the matching shoes

You wake up at dawn
To apply your face
So guys can pick you up
What a disgrace!

You infuriated girl
Hit the road of the west
Your born in the truth
But you observe the rest

You do the dating scene
And the kissing guys
You think they’re the world
Open your eyes

Encouraging Muslim boys
To do the same?
But it’s all-good,
With the Muslim name

At least he is Muslim
That’s what your friends say
Encouraging an ummati
In the same way

Your life revolves around him
Your heart it does the dance
Pitiful are you
Within haram romance

DON’T YOU SEE…

Life doesn’t travel
Farther than the grave
It’ll pass you faster
If the world you crave

You think your getting educated
When you hit the school
But they’re playing you like puppets
You’re the fool

And those who do fear god
Those whom you tease
When you toss in the flames
They’ll cool in the breeze

Don’t you love the prophet?
Who was stoned for you?
Whose last words were for us?
Who came with the truth

The mothers of believer
Who cast their gaze down?
The best of the women
Upon you they would frown

Disgusting girl have some shame within you
While they cast their gaze down, you stare right through

While they feared Allah, the alone the True
You think the only problem is if people see you

What would my parents say, will I be allowed out again
Society will gossip, it’ll be the end

But little do you assume about the end that is near
And if only your death and Allah you fear

But you know the truth, there’s only so much I can say
And the guilt only lasts before you go back to the way

So before you turn back and to parties you attend
There is one small thing I do recommend

No matter where you go and what you decide to do
Just remember that Allah is always around you

Fear him more than being “caught” fear him there
And when you start to realize, then you’ll start to care

And the rest of the girls will disgust you true
If it worked for me it can work for you

Taste the sweetness of the veil and cover up well
And make the hereafter your eternity in Jannah you’ll dwell

So take off the shamelessness, throw off the nudity
Be a Muslimah stand proud most of all as an ummati!

salamualikum.
ah, your getting these from Shokat? but there good mahsallah
Ma'assalama

format_quote Originally Posted by Kittygyal

salamualikum.
ah, your getting these from Shokat? but there good mahsallah
Ma'assalama

I"m not getting them from shokat, that's just one poem by one person. i'm just giving credit where its do.

format_quote Originally Posted by Jawharah

The poem about Saddam Hussein was written by brother Showkat. And some of the other poems have been posted before in this section, so you might want to do a search before posting them inshaAllah.

thanks for the update

Why does the Ummah weep ?

Worries Free, No care for the Ummah, which concerns me.
Living life as if there is no strife.
Luxuries are at my disposal.
Whatever my needs satisfied by this Kuffar creed.
Enjoying the fruits what this systems feeds.

No concern for the Ummah, which bleeds.
Hungary, starving they still try to succeed.
While they weep we still stay asleep.
Bombing and fierce fighting they still breathe.
They cry but my concern is I am still free.

The Holy Kabah still intact, the Ummah looses blood like the leaves on a tree.
Blood flowing in the streets of Palestine, Kosovo, Chechnya & Kashmir.
Shall I carry on and distress you more.
They cry but we still do not see.
They shy and we still not fear.
They call and we still do not hear.

Are we the Ummah that wants more?
Brothers and Sisters dying, still we are not crying.
How pure is their blood.
Jenin, Ramallah , Bethlehem do we still need to see more..
India is another fact filled and packed.
Muslim being burnt but no man stood to be firm to show any concern.
These kaffir kill, with their free will.
Killing, thrilling, showing the Ummah that they are willing.
Anguished, trapped and calling for the help of the Ummah.
No signs, no heed, no safe haven for them to seek.

O blessed Ummah open your eyes and ears and witness the distress of our people.
Bodies being bombed, bodies being set alight no Authority of the
Ummah to put up a fight, who has the right?
O blessed Ummah have the sight, to work for Allah's (SWT) right.
Work for Khilafah so we can defend our oppressed Ummah.
Crushing theses Zalim rulers that oppress our Ummah.
All we need is the Allah's power to succeed.
To bring them to their knees,
For all the Muslims to see,
Allah Hu Akbar.! Strive

The Martyrs (translated from the Arabic)
Saudi Ambassador Dr Ghazi Al-Gosabi

God is witness, you are martyrs
So do witness prophets and saints
You died to glorify the Word of my Lord
in quarters sanctified by the Prophet's ascension
Did you commit suicide? No, we've committed suicide
preferring a life of the living-dead
People, we are dead, let's listen to the elegy
We've turned impotent,
so much that impotence grumbles against us
We wept until weeping divorced us in disdain
We prostrated until prostration sought help against us
We hoped until hope left us in disgust
We complained to the tyrants of a white house
whose hearts overflow with darkness
We kissed the shoe of Sharon
until the shoe cried: stop, you have worn me out...!
People, we are dead but earth refuses to embrace us in.
Tell Ayaat, O' bride of the Heavens!
All beauty stands ransom for your eyes
When paragons, the cream of my people, are castrated
A beautiful [woman] stands up to the criminal
She kisses death with a smile
While leaders flee away from death
Paradise opened its gates for you and greeted
Fatima Al-Zahraa was in your welcome
Tell those who pen fatawas: hang on
Many a fatawa fills Heavens with anger
When Jihad calls, ink has to fall silent
And so does pen, books an faqihs
When Jihad beckons, no fatawa is sought
Fatawa on the day of Jihad is blood.

Abdullaah Ibn Abbas (radiallahu 3anhu) said:

"You who commit a sin,

do not feel secure about the results,

for what goes along with the sin is more serious than the sin itself.

Your lack of shame before the angels,

who witness you when you commit the sin,

is more serious than the sin itself.

Your laughter when you sin,

as you forget the punishment of Allah

is more serious than the sin itself.

Your delight if you get a chance to sin,

is more serious than the sin itself.

Even your disappointment,

if you miss a chance to sin is more serious than the sin itself."

One way for the hearts to get corrupted is

to sin today thinking tomorrow that you will mend yourself."