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shahada
Showing respect to Allah
How do we do ? That is Allahs decision.
And May Allah bless us.
How will we survive ?
Allah knows and will not hide it.
Doing your best is all you can do!
And may Allah have mercy on you.
How do we do ? That is Allahs decision.
And May Allah bless us.
How will we survive ?
Allah knows and will not hide it.
Doing your best is all you can do!
And may Allah have mercy on you.
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The Qur’an
The pitiless voices fill my ears,
Frightened by overwhelming fears,
The brutal chains confine my heart,
Malevolence does not wish to part,
But true Words take me from this malice,
Mercy in this deathly palace,
Move me from my deadened languor,
Calm and quench my raging anger,
Cure me from subduing sickness,
Light outshines prevailing darkness,
Truth stands out from falsehood, lo!
Falsehood vanishes, withers away,
My soul is sprung alive as day,
A soothing stroke to stop unrest,
A beautiful sign, a book so blessed,
A message quite clear and manifest,
Explained, perfected and preserved,
A plain reminder unreserved,
Divine and noble, full of power,
Awe-inspiring, a great honour,
Tranquility flows to let unbind,
Resplendence rings out in my mind,
The sunset peaceful, quite serene,
Dawn is grand, a striking scene,
Surrounds me like the whistling breeze,
Floods through me like rivers and seas,
Fills me with the warmest love,
Hope and fear of Him so high above,
Forever I wish to hear its sound,
The rhythm resonates all around,
Gold and silver’s meaningless,
Realise where lies all goodness,
Success and salvation is inside
The Final Revelation to mankind.
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Brother Muhammad has contributed this astounding poem, may Allah bless you bro for your efforts
The pitiless voices fill my ears,
Frightened by overwhelming fears,
The brutal chains confine my heart,
Malevolence does not wish to part,
But true Words take me from this malice,
Mercy in this deathly palace,
Move me from my deadened languor,
Calm and quench my raging anger,
Cure me from subduing sickness,
Light outshines prevailing darkness,
Truth stands out from falsehood, lo!
Falsehood vanishes, withers away,
My soul is sprung alive as day,
A soothing stroke to stop unrest,
A beautiful sign, a book so blessed,
A message quite clear and manifest,
Explained, perfected and preserved,
A plain reminder unreserved,
Divine and noble, full of power,
Awe-inspiring, a great honour,
Tranquility flows to let unbind,
Resplendence rings out in my mind,
The sunset peaceful, quite serene,
Dawn is grand, a striking scene,
Surrounds me like the whistling breeze,
Floods through me like rivers and seas,
Fills me with the warmest love,
Hope and fear of Him so high above,
Forever I wish to hear its sound,
The rhythm resonates all around,
Gold and silver’s meaningless,
Realise where lies all goodness,
Success and salvation is inside
The Final Revelation to mankind.
__________________
Brother Muhammad has contributed this astounding poem, may Allah bless you bro for your efforts
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Real Life, is Obeying Allah.
Alhamdolillah I'm alive again
Death after death, my breath regains.
Lustful & arrogant I'd closed my eyes,
But now my heart opens & I see again.
Cold and dark and hard it was,
Suddenly it softened by Quraan again.
How many times must I kill myself
Before I walk on "Mustaqeem" again.
( Death refers to loss of Taqwa..)
Umm Abdullah
Contribution from Hopeful, thankyou so much sister its excellent and carries a vital message, may Allah bless you for you efforts sister
Alhamdolillah I'm alive again
Death after death, my breath regains.
Lustful & arrogant I'd closed my eyes,
But now my heart opens & I see again.
Cold and dark and hard it was,
Suddenly it softened by Quraan again.
How many times must I kill myself
Before I walk on "Mustaqeem" again.
( Death refers to loss of Taqwa..)
Umm Abdullah
Contribution from Hopeful, thankyou so much sister its excellent and carries a vital message, may Allah bless you for you efforts sister
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I have a Source from which you can never ask,
To come to my aid in every task,
He is my Strength, my Light, my Success,
But for you there is downfall, there is fright and bitterness,
He gave me Islaam – my reason to live!
But no guidance to you – your reason to grieve!
I see through this world, it means nothing to me,
But for you it’s everything, being joyful and merry,
My heart is at true peace, its depths do gleam white,
But yours is in agony, in unrest and pressed tight,
That blackness which shrouds it: a seal unbreakable,
I know true satisfaction, not actions unspeakable,
For even though I have no wealth, nor luxurious leathers,
I feel as though God gave me all the earth’s treasures,
Because being a Muslim is the difference you see,
Between burning in Hell and Bliss for eternity!
Can’t you see this world will one day waste away?
Don’t you long to live where you’ll forever stay?
You have no future nor have you a past,
How foolish are you – to not know you’re downcast!
And why does everything from you bear resemblance to falsehood,
Everything you make or say: all actions against good?
Why waste a lifetime or indeed many more,
To overrun the earth with oppression galore,
When all will taste death and be raised up in unison,
When richness and possessions – all will be gone?
You think you are godlike and heavenly prefects,
But you are so imperfect and so full of defects!
Tell me now, when the earth trembles and quakes:
Are you able to stop it and save the lives that He takes?
And when He causes thunder to roar and lightning to spark,
You are clasped with fear and so afraid of the dark!
And His are the winds and the waves that wreck your lands,
His are the erupting mountains and storms of sands,
Yet after all this, do you still claim to be superior?
The higher you think, only further are you inferior!
A day shall come when you will perish in Fire,
And forever regret what you still do from desire,
You like to believe you can corrupt our minds,
Yet truth clears out filth and can never unbind!
You can kill any of us, or take away our loved,
Do you think ours is the loss or we’re hurt by your sword?
Nay, every steel soldered sword is pierced by the Truth of One Word!
For the Light of our Faith encompasses your hordes,
And strikes down disbelief by the Will of our Lord!
How triumphant you must feel, by poisoning our food,
When our nourishment is the Qur’aan and Tranquility it exudes,
The Sunnah of our Prophet (pbuh) – our Source of Water,
So take all you want for you’ll never win by slaughter!
Scorn and mislead; we are untouchable,
For He is on our side, sufficient is the All-Powerful!
Live your lives in fear, and we shall grow stronger,
Then we’ll meet on that Day, over whose coming you ponder.
__________________
Contribution from Muhammad, excellent work brother, a thouroughly islamic poem. May Allah bless you and your familly in this life and the next.
To come to my aid in every task,
He is my Strength, my Light, my Success,
But for you there is downfall, there is fright and bitterness,
He gave me Islaam – my reason to live!
But no guidance to you – your reason to grieve!
I see through this world, it means nothing to me,
But for you it’s everything, being joyful and merry,
My heart is at true peace, its depths do gleam white,
But yours is in agony, in unrest and pressed tight,
That blackness which shrouds it: a seal unbreakable,
I know true satisfaction, not actions unspeakable,
For even though I have no wealth, nor luxurious leathers,
I feel as though God gave me all the earth’s treasures,
Because being a Muslim is the difference you see,
Between burning in Hell and Bliss for eternity!
Can’t you see this world will one day waste away?
Don’t you long to live where you’ll forever stay?
You have no future nor have you a past,
How foolish are you – to not know you’re downcast!
And why does everything from you bear resemblance to falsehood,
Everything you make or say: all actions against good?
Why waste a lifetime or indeed many more,
To overrun the earth with oppression galore,
When all will taste death and be raised up in unison,
When richness and possessions – all will be gone?
You think you are godlike and heavenly prefects,
But you are so imperfect and so full of defects!
Tell me now, when the earth trembles and quakes:
Are you able to stop it and save the lives that He takes?
And when He causes thunder to roar and lightning to spark,
You are clasped with fear and so afraid of the dark!
And His are the winds and the waves that wreck your lands,
His are the erupting mountains and storms of sands,
Yet after all this, do you still claim to be superior?
The higher you think, only further are you inferior!
A day shall come when you will perish in Fire,
And forever regret what you still do from desire,
You like to believe you can corrupt our minds,
Yet truth clears out filth and can never unbind!
You can kill any of us, or take away our loved,
Do you think ours is the loss or we’re hurt by your sword?
Nay, every steel soldered sword is pierced by the Truth of One Word!
For the Light of our Faith encompasses your hordes,
And strikes down disbelief by the Will of our Lord!
How triumphant you must feel, by poisoning our food,
When our nourishment is the Qur’aan and Tranquility it exudes,
The Sunnah of our Prophet (pbuh) – our Source of Water,
So take all you want for you’ll never win by slaughter!
Scorn and mislead; we are untouchable,
For He is on our side, sufficient is the All-Powerful!
Live your lives in fear, and we shall grow stronger,
Then we’ll meet on that Day, over whose coming you ponder.
__________________
Contribution from Muhammad, excellent work brother, a thouroughly islamic poem. May Allah bless you and your familly in this life and the next.
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The Sound of Peace
As I sit here in the dimness,
Slowly drowning in distress,
Waves of wind scream in my ears,
Pounding their force upon my tears,
An angry fire scorches my head,
In the cold of a room so full of dread,
The dusty cobwebs all caving in,
Yielding to the beams that come down collapsing,
Surrendering to the seams undone in seething,
The raiment of the room becomes restless regardless
Of my cries for help and pleas for a harness
To hold back the evil entering uninvited,
Creeping in the shadows and searing disunited,
Worn down by shrivelling wreckage,
Tumbling down in my relinquish,
There seems no door but of despair,
No sound but of wear and tear,
Each second pierced by eerie invasion
Of elements unknown; a seeming delusion.
Yet, weeping in the darkness of doom and degrading,
The stinging silence is broken by a voice clear and ringing,
So soft and soothing in a realm of anguish annihilating,
As though a swirling light surmounted the bedlam and bewailing,
And shone through the thickness, every hole and hollow,
A sonance so great to drown every sorrow,
An uplifting source of peace to vanquish all pain,
Filling me with strength, keeping me quite sane,
A cure for sickness from evil incantations,
And falseness in thought and unproductive plantations,
I now see the wreck repairing in relief,
The calm melody encompassing all grief,
My teardrops transfixed in yearning to hear
Every true word emanating, entering my ear,
Its radiance so warm and strong to uphold
The caving in from above and fight against cold,
Amidst my drowning, a rope of speech pulled me out,
And shook me to my senses to clarify all doubt,
As though my calls were answered from the One above,
Who sent down His book to guide whom He loves
To a righteous path representing success,
Read the Qur’an for it’s a book so blessed,
Its recital unmatched; letters so finely arranged,
Comprehend the message so pure and unchanged.
__________________
A contribution from Muhammad, thanks brother another outstanding poem, may Allah bless you and your familly in this life and the next, Ameen.
As I sit here in the dimness,
Slowly drowning in distress,
Waves of wind scream in my ears,
Pounding their force upon my tears,
An angry fire scorches my head,
In the cold of a room so full of dread,
The dusty cobwebs all caving in,
Yielding to the beams that come down collapsing,
Surrendering to the seams undone in seething,
The raiment of the room becomes restless regardless
Of my cries for help and pleas for a harness
To hold back the evil entering uninvited,
Creeping in the shadows and searing disunited,
Worn down by shrivelling wreckage,
Tumbling down in my relinquish,
There seems no door but of despair,
No sound but of wear and tear,
Each second pierced by eerie invasion
Of elements unknown; a seeming delusion.
Yet, weeping in the darkness of doom and degrading,
The stinging silence is broken by a voice clear and ringing,
So soft and soothing in a realm of anguish annihilating,
As though a swirling light surmounted the bedlam and bewailing,
And shone through the thickness, every hole and hollow,
A sonance so great to drown every sorrow,
An uplifting source of peace to vanquish all pain,
Filling me with strength, keeping me quite sane,
A cure for sickness from evil incantations,
And falseness in thought and unproductive plantations,
I now see the wreck repairing in relief,
The calm melody encompassing all grief,
My teardrops transfixed in yearning to hear
Every true word emanating, entering my ear,
Its radiance so warm and strong to uphold
The caving in from above and fight against cold,
Amidst my drowning, a rope of speech pulled me out,
And shook me to my senses to clarify all doubt,
As though my calls were answered from the One above,
Who sent down His book to guide whom He loves
To a righteous path representing success,
Read the Qur’an for it’s a book so blessed,
Its recital unmatched; letters so finely arranged,
Comprehend the message so pure and unchanged.
__________________
A contribution from Muhammad, thanks brother another outstanding poem, may Allah bless you and your familly in this life and the next, Ameen.
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SREBRENICA, 1995
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).
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).
Emaan increasing by the second...
Multiplying blessed children for Allahs sake
Emerging from the dark to the light
Roaring in humble might. To your lord.
Groaning about your sins and repenting
END! Wouldnt that be a great end of your striving life ?
Multiplying blessed children for Allahs sake
Emerging from the dark to the light
Roaring in humble might. To your lord.
Groaning about your sins and repenting
END! Wouldnt that be a great end of your striving life ?
alhumdulillah.. : D
Now I need a pen name
1.
From The Palette of Time
(In memory of the Shuhadah)
Frenzied strokes of imagination, paint vivid pictures in my mind
Bright and bold images, blending from the Palette of Time
Depictions of Battles - of swords flashing in the sun
The sweetest hues of anticipation of martyrdom to come.
Pride shades the sorrow on my face as I imagine the scene
When earth was coloured crimson for the sake of the true deen
Is that glow from the sun or the colour of a martyr's blood
Or a rainbow of love and sacrifice, in Islamic brotherhood
And high from the battlefield, rises a crescendo of yells of pain
A Mujahid strikes for the sake of Allah, a Kafir for worldly gain
For women, wealth and status, thus fools for earthly treasures!
Grieved will you be on the Day, for with you died your pleasures!
Ruby strokes bleed sorrow and anger at the Battle of Uhud
When the cursed Abdullah bin Shahaab, broke my Prophet's tooth!
How I wish my tears could fall at the feet of those - in gratitude
Who fiercely fought to defend the Prophet, until martyrdom ensued
O Mothers' of Martyrs silently weeping, how do I paint your heart?
For truly the colour of patience when grieved, a picture can never impart
I cannot paint in my mind, their souls in the green birds of Heaven
But know your beloved sons forever, in Allah's shade were taken
One day, I'll let my mind paint again, pictures of Islamic history
The unimaginable stories of sacrifice, the moments of defeat and victory
O Allah, grant us martyrdom - the faithful believers of your Beloved's Ummah
And make us leave like those before us – unforgotten examples of Shahadah.
2.
Forever
on a fragranced path, through the trees
she runs barefooted like the breeze
delicate pink blossom crush underfoot
softening the sound of the owl's hoot
petals whip up by the silken garb
fingers tighten on her precious hijab
on and on she runs toward the dazzling light
where love would be requited forever tonight
and there beside the shimmering lake
she sees the place where he had prayed
her loving gaze caresses the mark of sujood
where the pleasure of Allah he had pursued
he'd died before she'd become his bride
on their wedding day, he was shrouded in white
no final words, no goodbyes, no nothing
just earth preparing herself for his coming
she knows he'd have wanted her to be strong
to accept what Allah had willed and do no wrong
soft sobs break the still air and she cries
O Allah let us be together in Paradise!
she stands to go.. a determined look upon her face
not noticing her heart has started to race
suddenly she sinks to the ground, so cold and bare
a ghostly mist of breath escapes into the still air
3.
Regret
beauty of all shapes, color and size
what hadn't he looked at with those eyes?
until a veil of blindness had descended
his days of transgression suddenly ended
now his eyes are dead to the sinful gaze
his mind begins to clear of evil's haze
he'd tasted the pleasure of forbidden fruit
yet his soul remained famished in dispute
"why?" he repeats, "Do I feel empty inside?"
until the answer comes in a blessed disguise
the distant sound of Qur'anic recitation
he knows what he must do without hesitation
as now in the sundown of his life
when self-denial is no longer rife
he clearly sees what he's left behind
and wonders how he could've been so blind?
he remembers in the spare room.. a dusty nook
something priceless lies in the shape of a book
not once he'd glanced at a single page
but had left it there to yellow with age
a desperate hunger begins to fill his soul
the recitation is getting louder nextdoor
gripping his stick he reaches the spare room
sending things flying in its murky gloom
and soon.. his hand settles upon the dusty Book
a sob explodes in his chest, oh how long it took!
his heart soars as he opens its pages
like million birds let out of their cages
repentance mists over sad eyes with tears
"will Allah ever forgive me - since death nears?"
and as if something is telling him to keep listening...
he hears.."And Seek forgiveness of Allah;surely Allah is Forgiving.." (73:20)
willing his eyes to see, just for a few seconds
to see Allah's Words, His gift of Guidence
in hope of forgiveness he raises his hands
as tears splash onto the Holy Qur'an
4.
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a silhoutte against the gleaming moon
she stands by a window, in her room
her fingers touch the cold glasspane
tracing rivulets of pouring rain
he said he'd come home tonight
they hadn't argued, there'd been no fight
but no harm had come to him she knew
he was with a new wife and baby too
an emptiness aches inside her barren womb
where no flower now, would ever bloom
motherhood cruelly snatched by a final miscarriage
she'd lowered the drawbridge for a second marriage
he'd promised to fulfil her rights that day
pledged to treat them equally come what may
yet tonight, like so many nights before
she only imagines him coming through the door
she wonders if the moon can see her misery
his light is reflecting much too fiercely
illuminating the delicate contours of her face
her solemn beauty, so dignified with grace
dark eyes glitter with defeated tears
she knows he wont come as dawntime nears
with a hopeful heart she prepares for salah
donning perfumed garments for a meeting with Allah
nearby, a candle and breeze enjoy a flickering dance
when a sudden gust of wind threatens to end their romance
a remorseful husband stands watching from the door
the epitome of forgiveness, in sujood on the floor
~*~*~*~
From The Palette of Time
(In memory of the Shuhadah)
Frenzied strokes of imagination, paint vivid pictures in my mind
Bright and bold images, blending from the Palette of Time
Depictions of Battles - of swords flashing in the sun
The sweetest hues of anticipation of martyrdom to come.
Pride shades the sorrow on my face as I imagine the scene
When earth was coloured crimson for the sake of the true deen
Is that glow from the sun or the colour of a martyr's blood
Or a rainbow of love and sacrifice, in Islamic brotherhood
And high from the battlefield, rises a crescendo of yells of pain
A Mujahid strikes for the sake of Allah, a Kafir for worldly gain
For women, wealth and status, thus fools for earthly treasures!
Grieved will you be on the Day, for with you died your pleasures!
Ruby strokes bleed sorrow and anger at the Battle of Uhud
When the cursed Abdullah bin Shahaab, broke my Prophet's tooth!
How I wish my tears could fall at the feet of those - in gratitude
Who fiercely fought to defend the Prophet, until martyrdom ensued
O Mothers' of Martyrs silently weeping, how do I paint your heart?
For truly the colour of patience when grieved, a picture can never impart
I cannot paint in my mind, their souls in the green birds of Heaven
But know your beloved sons forever, in Allah's shade were taken
One day, I'll let my mind paint again, pictures of Islamic history
The unimaginable stories of sacrifice, the moments of defeat and victory
O Allah, grant us martyrdom - the faithful believers of your Beloved's Ummah
And make us leave like those before us – unforgotten examples of Shahadah.
2.
Forever
on a fragranced path, through the trees
she runs barefooted like the breeze
delicate pink blossom crush underfoot
softening the sound of the owl's hoot
petals whip up by the silken garb
fingers tighten on her precious hijab
on and on she runs toward the dazzling light
where love would be requited forever tonight
and there beside the shimmering lake
she sees the place where he had prayed
her loving gaze caresses the mark of sujood
where the pleasure of Allah he had pursued
he'd died before she'd become his bride
on their wedding day, he was shrouded in white
no final words, no goodbyes, no nothing
just earth preparing herself for his coming
she knows he'd have wanted her to be strong
to accept what Allah had willed and do no wrong
soft sobs break the still air and she cries
O Allah let us be together in Paradise!
she stands to go.. a determined look upon her face
not noticing her heart has started to race
suddenly she sinks to the ground, so cold and bare
a ghostly mist of breath escapes into the still air
3.
Regret
beauty of all shapes, color and size
what hadn't he looked at with those eyes?
until a veil of blindness had descended
his days of transgression suddenly ended
now his eyes are dead to the sinful gaze
his mind begins to clear of evil's haze
he'd tasted the pleasure of forbidden fruit
yet his soul remained famished in dispute
"why?" he repeats, "Do I feel empty inside?"
until the answer comes in a blessed disguise
the distant sound of Qur'anic recitation
he knows what he must do without hesitation
as now in the sundown of his life
when self-denial is no longer rife
he clearly sees what he's left behind
and wonders how he could've been so blind?
he remembers in the spare room.. a dusty nook
something priceless lies in the shape of a book
not once he'd glanced at a single page
but had left it there to yellow with age
a desperate hunger begins to fill his soul
the recitation is getting louder nextdoor
gripping his stick he reaches the spare room
sending things flying in its murky gloom
and soon.. his hand settles upon the dusty Book
a sob explodes in his chest, oh how long it took!
his heart soars as he opens its pages
like million birds let out of their cages
repentance mists over sad eyes with tears
"will Allah ever forgive me - since death nears?"
and as if something is telling him to keep listening...
he hears.."And Seek forgiveness of Allah;surely Allah is Forgiving.." (73:20)
willing his eyes to see, just for a few seconds
to see Allah's Words, His gift of Guidence
in hope of forgiveness he raises his hands
as tears splash onto the Holy Qur'an
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a silhoutte against the gleaming moon
she stands by a window, in her room
her fingers touch the cold glasspane
tracing rivulets of pouring rain
he said he'd come home tonight
they hadn't argued, there'd been no fight
but no harm had come to him she knew
he was with a new wife and baby too
an emptiness aches inside her barren womb
where no flower now, would ever bloom
motherhood cruelly snatched by a final miscarriage
she'd lowered the drawbridge for a second marriage
he'd promised to fulfil her rights that day
pledged to treat them equally come what may
yet tonight, like so many nights before
she only imagines him coming through the door
she wonders if the moon can see her misery
his light is reflecting much too fiercely
illuminating the delicate contours of her face
her solemn beauty, so dignified with grace
dark eyes glitter with defeated tears
she knows he wont come as dawntime nears
with a hopeful heart she prepares for salah
donning perfumed garments for a meeting with Allah
nearby, a candle and breeze enjoy a flickering dance
when a sudden gust of wind threatens to end their romance
a remorseful husband stands watching from the door
the epitome of forgiveness, in sujood on the floor
~*~*~*~
Now I need a pen name
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I pressume people want to use their forum names unless stated otherwise, if you want to use a different name to that on the forum just post the name u want to go under. This does not affect copyright and you can publish again with same poem under a different name. Allahs blessings be upon you all
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I have started a self publishing package, it means a minimum of 68 pages and a cost of £2.75 each book, this is a price that would come from each book b4 any goes to charity. can someone who knows advise if this is good value for money,I have not put poems on yet but have set up size etc. if we go with this option then we need more poems, this is no problem but we would have to fill 68 pages and get a isbn. I think we should go with this option but what does everyone else think
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Sincere Advice
By: Hafiz Raakin Hossain
In this small world, there are many people, who are in need,
What prevents us the most is just our simple greed,
Hold your desires, be steadfast,
Don’t hold on, but let go to your past,
Heed this warning, do not ignore,
Most surely, this is good for you, I do implore,
Some pass with a frown or taunt,
Not realizing your need and want,
Love, Love and not hate,
Surely, it is the Satan’s bait,
And if it so happens that they taunt you for your good,
Walk by with honor and dignity, you should,
Remember, seclusion is better than bad company,
And most surely, good company is better than seclusion,
Make your life worthwhile,
Be clean of sins, and let not you become as filthy as bile,
Remember, your example is being watched by those around,
And it is best to compromise, rather than a pound,
Follow these rules wherever you may be,
Whether it be on land or be at sea,
Mark Twain once said, “Be Yourself”,
Earnest are his words, worth more than all of his books on a shelf,
Some buy to make a good impression,
Fail to realize it is only a few seconds of attention,
Everything in this planet is temporary,
Even the big houses, or even that one small raspberry,
Our clothes, cars, items, materialistic items, or even our life,
Shall soon perish, only to keep what is left of our honor and strife,
The most honorable act is the one done for the sincere goodness for yourself and others,
Not for the world to see, but for the benefit of your worldwide sisters and brothers,
This world is but a large family,
And no one is greater than one next door with the Toyota Camry,
This is but sincere advice,
Comes from my heart, and not her head lice,
Follow it; teach it to others with the same affection,
It will, undoubtedly, leave an impact to whomever you may teach it to, of whatever profession.
MaashAllah, thanks so much brother May Allah bless you for your contribution. Ameen
By: Hafiz Raakin Hossain
In this small world, there are many people, who are in need,
What prevents us the most is just our simple greed,
Hold your desires, be steadfast,
Don’t hold on, but let go to your past,
Heed this warning, do not ignore,
Most surely, this is good for you, I do implore,
Some pass with a frown or taunt,
Not realizing your need and want,
Love, Love and not hate,
Surely, it is the Satan’s bait,
And if it so happens that they taunt you for your good,
Walk by with honor and dignity, you should,
Remember, seclusion is better than bad company,
And most surely, good company is better than seclusion,
Make your life worthwhile,
Be clean of sins, and let not you become as filthy as bile,
Remember, your example is being watched by those around,
And it is best to compromise, rather than a pound,
Follow these rules wherever you may be,
Whether it be on land or be at sea,
Mark Twain once said, “Be Yourself”,
Earnest are his words, worth more than all of his books on a shelf,
Some buy to make a good impression,
Fail to realize it is only a few seconds of attention,
Everything in this planet is temporary,
Even the big houses, or even that one small raspberry,
Our clothes, cars, items, materialistic items, or even our life,
Shall soon perish, only to keep what is left of our honor and strife,
The most honorable act is the one done for the sincere goodness for yourself and others,
Not for the world to see, but for the benefit of your worldwide sisters and brothers,
This world is but a large family,
And no one is greater than one next door with the Toyota Camry,
This is but sincere advice,
Comes from my heart, and not her head lice,
Follow it; teach it to others with the same affection,
It will, undoubtedly, leave an impact to whomever you may teach it to, of whatever profession.
MaashAllah, thanks so much brother May Allah bless you for your contribution. Ameen
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If it's self-published, does this mean all of the £2.75 is available for charity? Usually there's other fees involved, that's why I thought I'd clarify.
While I was trying to find some info, I also read somewhere that poetry doesn't sell very well. But our case might be different Insha'Allaah... may Allaah (swt) put barakah in it and make it successful and accepted, Aameen.
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If it's self-published, does this mean all of the £2.75 is available for charity? Usually there's other fees involved, that's why I thought I'd clarify.
While I was trying to find some info, I also read somewhere that poetry doesn't sell very well. But our case might be different Insha'Allaah... may Allaah (swt) put barakah in it and make it successful and accepted, Aameen.
lulu publishing want 2.75 a book, all profit after that would be charity, seems alot to me but then I think maybe its normal. Allah is guiding there is no need to panic, I am going to bble check everything so we will be ok, as far as selling the book I have a sneaking suspiscion that it will do very well insha'Allah. Will try to distribute to islamic outlets and mosques, may even stand in town centre with some