Poetry Corner

[islamirama]

O Muslim! O Muslim! Why we ask you why?
From Jihad you run away?
What is the matter, why? Why do you sway?​

When Allah tells you go and fight
Remove the dust and clear your sight,
You know for sure this cause is right.
And yet you run away
When the doors of Jannah 're open wide,
And the Houri's calling to her side,
In peace, forever to abide.
And yet you run away​

When innocent children are crying,
Your brothers, sisters, are dying,
In pain the elders are sighing.
And yet you run away​

When Allah's made your way so clear,
And Paradise is very near,
Calling from front and from rear.
And yet you run away
Is the worldly life so pleasing that,
You give up Paradise for that?
And upon yourself take Allah's wrath?!
And still you run away

O Muslim! O Muslim! Why we ask you why?
From Jihad you run away?
What is the matter why? Why do you sway?"
​

 

[khazina]

mashallah

 

[islamirama]

Some Who Are Born Muslim ​

Some who say that they were born ​

Into the Islamic fold ​

Allow the binding fear of God ​

To gradually lose its hold. ​

They early learn to fast and pray ​

And recite the Holy Book, ​

They make the Hajj and pay Zakat ​

And swine they will not cook. ​

So after this they proudly say ​

That they are Muslims true ​

And venture forth to western lands ​

Where Muslim men are few. ​

Their eyes and minds are then amazed ​

At everything they see, ​

And soon their hearts admire the men ​

Who cause such things to be. ​

But those men seek to make this world ​

Their haven of delight, ​

And therefore they create their own ​

Standards of wrong and right. ​

So when a Muslim looks to them ​

As models for all men, ​

Unwittingly he begins to slip ​

Gradually into sin. ​

At first, perhaps, he misses a prayer ​

Or rushes one on through. ​

Then, busily pursuing the western ways, ​

Perhaps he misses two. ​

He reads the Book a little less, ​

And less he gives the poor; ​

The challenge to raise his standard of life ​

Now means a little more. ​

Perhaps he?ll even being to gamble ​

Or taste some wine or beer, ​

His acts distinguish him not from those ​

Who have no Godly fear. ​

The path he follows gradually leads ​

The way the worldly seek, ​

And his religion becomes a task ​

To practice once a week. ​

What! Six days he gives himself, ​

And God he gives but one! ​

But still he claims to be a Muslim ​

?Cause he?s a Muslim?s son. ​

He who serves his own desires ​

But one place will he dwell; ​

God shall seize him by the neck ​

And throw him into Hell! ​

Your father?s nor your mother?s faith ​

Will save you from the Fire, ​

If you consider this world to be ​

Your innermost desire. ​

But wait! Wherever you are, your life ​

Can surely be turned around, ​

And the God you placed upon your tongue ​

Can in your heart be found. ​

Conversion not only occurs with those ​

Who do not know the way, ​

It occurs also with those well-versed ​

Who gradually go astray. ​

Forget, therefore, how you were born; ​

God judges not your birth. ​

By the purity of your heart at death ​

Will He determine your worth. ​

Those who say that they were born ​

Into the Islamic fold, ​

Like others, they must submit themselves ​

As clay for God to mould. ​

By neQiniso Abdullah ​

(from his book of Poetry "In Praise of Allah")​

 

[islamirama]

Take that veil off!

Alien scum how dare you come!
To these hallowed land of pies and plum!
Covered behind layers of veils,
You want to live in our hallowed vales!

Perhaps it has never crossed your mind
Our arrival was at behest of your kind
To these shores we were invited
At the behest of those knighted

Well what can I say
Now we all have to pay
Little can I understand you
Your face is blurred and hidden beyond view

My words are spoken and not drawn,
Have you ears for eyes my dear little pawn?
Do you wish to see the expressions of my face
Or is it the colour of my race?

True, it is ear and not eye
Perhaps pawn am I
Strange how quick I was to declare
My support for the single straw and its awful blare

They spin their web of lies
Stifling protests and cries
Is your life to end as dummies?
Wrapped by others into petrified mummies?

It isn't veils of cloth that stand
Beyond what I understand
But the veils of my leader's mind
Perceptible to all but the blind

Though eyes can open and see
Only when hearts understand shall we be free
Perhaps a flame shall flicker and a boy shall say
The Emperor's nudity is on display

 

[islamirama]

ISLAM​

Islam is a way of life, try it.
Islam is a gift, accept it.
Islam is a journey, complete it.
Islam is a struggle, fight for it.
Islam is a goal, achieve it.
Islam is an opportunity, take it.
Islam is not for sinners, overcome it.
Islam is not a game, don't play with it.
Islam is not a mystery, behold it.
Islam is not for cowards, face it.
Islam is not for the dead, live it.
Islam is a promise, fulfill it.
Islam is a duty, perform it.
Islam is a treasure (the Prayer), pray it.
Islam is a beautiful way of life, see it.
Islam has a message for you, hear it.
Islam is love , love it.

 

[islamirama]

NoW
IF We dOn't cHaNgE SoCiEtY
THeN We aRe pArT Of tHe cAuSe
On tHe DAy oF JuDgMeNt
We aRe gOiNg tO StAnD
iN FrOnT Of ALlAh
ThErE WiLl bE No eXcUsEs
FoR BeInG UsElEsS

WItHoUt ISlAm iN OuR LiVeS
OUr lIvEs aRe fRuItLeSs
LeAvInG BeHiNd
AlL ThInGs
TaKiNg nOtHiNg
BuT OuR DeEdS
ON ThE LaSt dAy iT WiLl bE
tOo lAtE To rEpEnT
WE WiLl bE AcCoUnTaBlE

FOr eVeRy mInUtE &
cEnT ThAt wE SpEnT
ISlAmIcAlLy iNtAcT
MY BrOtHeRs gOt mY BaCk
ShAiTaN CaN'T AtTaCk
BeCaUsE WeRe aLwAyS In a pAcK

M-U-S-L-I-M
MUSLIM 4 LIFE
& WE WILL NEVER GIVE IN
WE STAND UP AND SPEAK OUT
AGAINST THOSE WHO OPPRESS
WE TAKE ISLAM &
WE TAKE NO LESS

PrOpHeT ShOwEd uS
hOw tO Be a sTaTeSmAn
A FaThEr, A LeAdEr
AmIr oF JiHaD
a hUsBaNd, A JuDgE
aNd a fRiEnD

A mEsSeNgEr
ThAt ALlAh hAs sEnD
tHaT?S ThE ExAmPlE
tHaT We cOnTeNt
He cUlTuReD
THe SAhAbAs pErSoNaLiTiEs
BuIlT IsLaMiC MeNtAlItIeS
gAvE ThEm tHe bIgGeR ScOpE

tO SpReAd ISlAm
AlL OvEr tHe gLoBe
ThEy sAy yOuR ToO YoUnG
tO ChAnGe tHiS WoRlD
tO YoUnG To uNdErStAnD
LOoK At ALi (RA)
AT 8 He wAs mAtUrE
lIkE A MaN
CArRyInG ThIs
MeSsAgE Of ISlAm

KhAlId IBn-WAlEeD
COnQuErInG LaNd
LiBeRaTiNg kUfAr
To ISlAm
AbU BaKaR
pOlItIcAlLy sHaRp
WaS SiDe bY SiDe
WiTh tHe PRoPhEt
FrOm tHe sTaRt

We aRe tHe yOuTh
LeT Us BRiNg ISlAm BAcK
WE DiD It iN ThE PaSt
So lEt uS Do iT AgAiN

M-U-S-L-I-M
MUSLIM 4 LIFE
& WE WILL NEVER GIVE IN
WE STAND UP AND SPEAK OUT
AGAINST THOSE WHO OPPRESS
WE TAKE ISLAM &
WE TAKE NO LESS

CaRrYiNg ISlAm
Is lIkE CaRrYiNg a hOt cOaL
pUrE PrEsSuRe sUrRoUnDs uS
bUt wE WoN?T FoLd
WhEn tImE BeCoMe tOuGh
ReMeMbEr JAnNaH

IT WaS DiFfIcUlT
eVeN FoR ThE SaHaBaS
NO SuCcEsS
wItHoUt sTrUgGlE
KEeP OuR BeSt fRiEnDs MUsLiM
SO We'rE AlWaYs oUt oF TrOuBlE
cHeCkInG OuR IdEaS
tHe wAy wE ThInK

BAsEd oN IsLaM
BEcAuSe ISlAm iS OuR DeEn
BoNdEd bY OuR IdEaS
ISlAmIcAlLy cOnNeCtEd
DaYs oF JaHiLlAh
AlHaMdUlIlLaH We lEfT It
IsLaMiC As a yArDsTiCk
ThAt wE MeAsUrE
ONlY FoR AlLaH
ANd tO GaIn HIS pLeAsUrE

M-U-S-L-I-M
MUSLIM 4 LIFE
& WE WILL NEVER GIVE IN
WE STAND UP AND SPEAK OUT
AGAINST THOSE WHO OPPRESS
WE TAKE ISLAM &
WE TAKE NO LESS

MuCh pRoPs tO My sIsTeRs
CaRrYiNg tHiS DeEn
& To mY BrOtHeRs
WiTh tHe sAmE MeAn
We wIlL NeVeR IdOlIzE
IT?S No sUrPrIsE
THe yOuTh rEaLiZe
JaNnAh iS ThE OnLy pRiZe

StAnDiNg tOgEtHeR
KAfIrS WoRsT NiGhTmArE
MUsLiM UnItEd
AnD NoT ScArEd
FoLlOwInG OnLy QUr'aN
& aNd tHe SUnNaH
aN UmMaH
wHo lOvEs ALlAh
MoRe tHaN ThIs dUnNyAh

M-U-S-L-I-M
MUSLIM 4 LIFE
& WE WILL NEVER GIVE IN
WE STAND UP AND SPEAK OUT
AGAINST THOSE WHO OPPRESS
WE TAKE ISLAM &
WE TAKE NO LESS

 

[islamirama]

Those who venture to the west,
who come with high dreams,
and a fascination unsurpassed.

They come to experience,
and not to educate,
and to run from their identity.

They come here from a muslim land,
and adapt so easily to things not muslim.
When they are asked about faith,
they quickly change the subject.

Their faith is so shaken,
that they would rather ignore,
genuine attempts to understand,
and learn their heritage.

The muslimah new to the west,
quickly dons off her hijab,
to be like her friends,
and gossip about hairstyles.

She neglects to tell,
her new, delicate friends,
of the benefits of donning the hijab,
in their mixed and heavily integrated world.

The muslim brother new to the west,
quickly forgets his old past times,
to join his new friends in having a beer,
he may even follow,
to an immoral place.

He neglects to mention,
the beauty of real friendship,
that does not require alcohol.

These two types are not,
inclusive of all new muslims,
but to the muslim faith,
they are destructive.

They are the ones,
that ignore kind strangers,
who would happily learn from them.
For bold strangers,
who just want to be popular
and cool.

Why don't these people see,
the freedom of the west,
only thrives when one protects
their own true identity!

by Lisa Grant

 

[islamirama]

When You Look At Me

What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free

All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair

Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated

They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'

Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused

They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice

They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged

All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear

Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above

On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules

Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty

See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy

Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind

Hooded girls are the ones really helping the muslim cause
The role that we play definitely deserves applause

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my sight

The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me

We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight

You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt

So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated

We are the ones that are free and pure
We're free of STD's that have no cure

So when people ask you how you feel about tha hood
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good'

 

[islamirama]

The Sacred Qur'an

The Holy Qur'an
The Holy Qur'an, Book of guidance and light
That Sacred Lamp. that makes the truth so bright
Removes the blinkers. and frees our sight
Shows to us the path. that is straight and right
He from Whom this Book we received.
Then the Qur'an will be your best friend,
Till in Paradise. joy without end
But if the Qur'an you choose to ignore.
Then before you Hell is in store
Thus our Qur'an. we hold dearer and dearer.
As towards perfection we come nearer and nearer.
A sacred book that inspires the wise
We defend most bravely, with our wealth and lives.

 

[islamirama]

Whatever You See...

Whatever you see, wherever you go,
Was created by Allah, be sure to know.
The sun by day, the moon at night,
The glittering stars; three kinds of light.
Plants, flowers, trees so tall,
Roses, lillies, ivy on the wall,
Deserts, jungles, mountains high,
The book of Nature, `tween earth and sky,
All this, the wonderful creation,
Of Allah. His Might beyond estimation

 

[islamirama]

O Mosque, O Mosque,

O Mosque, O Mosque, O sacred place,
O Mosque, O Mosque, center of grace.
Your minaret, from which light abounds,
Sends forth your meaningful sounds.
With a hundred counsels you invite us,
To hasten towards Allah's forgiveness.
Hasten for the prayer-food of sages,
Time of ascension and flying through ages.
Hasten in my direction the prayer, the prayer,
The best work is prayer so honest and fair.
O Mosque, fair guide of the human race,
The sound from you is the sound of faith.
A tent of light on dark, dark land,
A cool canopy on hot, scorching sand.
Over our heads, you, kind neighbor,
Our citadel in times of danger.
Holy cradle of heart, soul and faith,
Of me and Allah, a meeting place.

 

[Kittygyal]

salamualikum.
^ did you just write that up ya self dude:?
Ma'assalama

 

[islamirama]

salamualikum.
^ did you just write that up ya self dude:?
Ma'assalama

no, they are from various different places and people.

 

[islamirama]

[SIZE=+1]A View of Death[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]by Nadeem Tusneem

[/SIZE] [SIZE=-1]It was a day of cutting sadness and endless sorrow.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Outside, a grayish mist under a somber sky hid a street,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Leading to a gentle home, whose door I peered through,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]To catch a glimpse of the turmoil coming from within;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]A home once packed with energy and vigor[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Now flooded with melancholic rivers of tears;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]I stared at the ghostlike face of the woman lying on the cot;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]A woman, once full of life, now as cold as a winter's chill,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Surrounded by those who admired and loved her;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The aura around her sending rays of sadness into my heart,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Unearthing from my childhood, the precious memories of her[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]And as I thought and thought in a mindless trance[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]I saw the Angel of Death bowing before her,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Tears coming out of his lustrous eyes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]That life so precious as hers, he had to take[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"Please, don't take her," the words whispered out of my mouth;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But he managed to bring himself together and flew away[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Taking her soul into the higest heavens in the sky[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]My heart sunk, as tears flooded out of my eyes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]And my eyes simply stared into the dismal sky.[/SIZE]
​

 

[islamirama]

[SIZE=+1]The Tears Never did Stop[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]by Shazah Sabuhi

[/SIZE] [SIZE=-1]This Poem is about Masjid Ul'Haram where Muslims travel to from around the world to perform Hajj and Umrha. It is the largest mosque in the world, in the centre of which is the Holy Kaba. Masjid Ul' Haram is...what can I say....simply beyond words. I have seen many pictures of it but when I first saw it with my own eyes in Dec, 96 the first thought to run thru' my mind was, 'No photograph does this place justice.' It is so beautiful...glittering marble, chandeliers....the throngs of worshippers. It was love at first sight...there are no words to describe its charm, beauty and appeal adequately. Seeing is believing.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]
[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]I set my foot inside the Holy Mosque,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Upon the cold, white marble, Where day and night, People[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]sat worshipping, praying,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Right and left, the Mosque being cleaned,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Shining, not a particle of dust, The carvings of marble, the plates of gold,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The symmetry of the whole Mosque, the largest of it all,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Then came the grandest of the whole,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The center of one's life and concerns, The big, Beautiful House of Allah,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Covered with black cloth and gold leaf writing,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]My life flashed past me, the good and the bad,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]such a feeling I had never felt before,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]A special bondage to the Almighty-A sudden chill in me,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Looking around, the large floor was filled with people,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Circling the beautiful house, loudly chanting,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]People sitting, praying for forgiveness,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Praying for another chance to lead a better life,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Taking a deep breath, I entered the never ending crowd,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]With my heart pouring out all the prayers I could think of,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Begging for forgiveness of my sins,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Praying to become a better individual[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]I ran around the black house,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The ancient, black house built by Ibrahim centuries ago,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Where not one second passes when people are not circling it, praying,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]I got closer as did my heart, mind and soul,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]I touched the sacred house, hands trembling,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Knowing I was as close as ever to the Almighty,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]It was amazing, everyone centered their attention only on worshipping[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]All worldly concerns forgotten, focused on praying,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Forgetting everyday matters and happenings,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The rituals were tiring, took strength and time,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But what is a few hours for our Giver? Our Creator?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]For what He has given us, the worldly goods, the luxuries,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]A few hours of forgiveness for our sins,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The tears never did stop.[/SIZE]

 

[islamirama]

Object of Despair

A poem by Fahim Firfiray (Abu Omar)
Al Khobar, Saudi Arabia,


----------------------------------------------------------------------


Emma is a lawyer
And so is Aisha too
Colleagues going into court
At circa half past two

Its 1 o'clock right now
They grab a bite before the trial
They chat about this and that
Conversing with a smile

Aisha is in full hijab
With a loose all over suit
Emma's in her business wear
With accessories taboot

Emma's really quite bemused
At Aisha's godly ways
She looks Aisha in the eyes
And very firmly says

You're a smart girl Aisha
Why do you wear that across your hair?
Subjugated by "man"-kind
An object of despair

Take it off my sister
Let your banner be unfurled
Don't blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD

Aisha is amazed
But not the least bit shy
She bravely puts her milk shake down
And gives Emma this reply

My dear sister Emma,
Why do you dress the way you do?
The skirt you're wearing round your waist,
Is it really you?

Now that we've sat down,
I see you tug it across your thighs,
Why? Do you feel ashamed?
Aware of prying eyes?

I see the way you're sitting,
Both legs joined at the knees,
Who forces you to sit like that?
Do you feel at ease?

I'll tell you who obliges you,
To dress the way you do,
Gucci, Klein and St. Laurent,
All have designs on you!

In the main, its men my friend,
Who dictate the whims of fashion,
Generating all the garb,
To incite the basest passion

"Sex Sells" there is no doubt,
But who buys with such great haste,
The answer is the likes of you,
Because they want to be embraced..

They want to be accepted,
On a level playing field
Sure, with brain and intellect
But with body parts revealed

Intelligence and reason
Are useful by and by
But if you want to make a mark
Stay appealing to the eye

You claim your skirt is office like
A business dress of sorts
Would we not laugh at Tony Blair
If he turned up in shorts?

His could be the poshest pants
Pinstripe from Saville Rowe
But walking round like that my friend
He'd really have to go

Why do you douse yourself with creams
To make your skin so milky?
Why do you rip off all your hair
To keep your body silky?

A simple shower's all you need
To stay respectable and clean
The time and money that you spend
Is really quite obscene

Why do you wake up at dawn,
To apply a firm foundation,
Topped with make up and the like,
In one chaotic combination?

And if you should have to leave the house
Devoid of this routine
Why do you feel so insecure
That you should not be seen?

Be free my sister Emma
Escape from your deep mire
Don hijab today my friend
And all Islam's attire

Avoid all those sickly stares
Or whistles from afar
Walk down the street with dignity
Take pride in who you are

Strength lies in anonymity
Be a shadow in the crowd
Until you speak and interact
When your voice will carry loud

You're a smart girl Emma
Wear this across your hair
Don't be subjugated by "man"-kind
An object of despair

To use your very words my friend
Let your banner be unfurled
Don't blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD

 

[islamirama]

[SIZE=+1]JUST LIKE THAT[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]-Anonymous[/SIZE] [SIZE=-1]

Sometimes I think about[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]the moment of no doubt[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]the fate that reached every[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]tall short person[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]thin be he, or stout[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]when it came it just came[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]just like that[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]the intensity of the pain[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]unconcievable by the brain[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]they said it was like[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]70 swords aimed to strike[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]how can I bear that if[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]only by a cut,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]my arm will get so stiff[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]How will i act.....[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]What will I say....[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]I can't just run away[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]from facing that day[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]All I can do is Pray[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]to Allah everyday[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]in hope that he may[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]make it a simple day[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]I heard that some hallucinated[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and from the pain[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]commited blasphemy[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]now.... I really won't like[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]that to happen to me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]at least because[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]at that moment of pain[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]I'll be under so much strain[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]that caring about someone else[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]would be the least[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Will I go to Janah[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]what my soul always desired?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]or will I be sent[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]directly to the hellfire?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]........just like that[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]My soul always tells me:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]"No ,that won't happen to you....[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]you are a pious man[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]with a heart[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]overflown with Iman[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Allah will spare you[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]from the pain"....[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]But how can that be true....[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]When the Prophet sent to you[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]better than you and him.....[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]peace be upon him[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]suffered these moments too[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1].....just like that[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Or are you better than him?!?!?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So my advice for you[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]......and for me too[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]is to stick to The Book[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]sent by The Creator of man[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1](and every other thing)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The Holy Quran[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and read a part daily ,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]at least one chapter[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]this insha Allah[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]is good for the Hereafter[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]not only reading....[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]....understanding too[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Quran and Sunnah ...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]stick to these two[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Is it too hard[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]to do that at once?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Well, ... and so is[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]... entering Paradise[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So DO IT ........[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]that is my advice...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1].....just like that[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]and pray for the person[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]who wrote this poem[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]so he won't be punished[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]..... just like that[/SIZE]

 

[Periwinkle18]

Mashallah the poems are so good

 

[islamirama]

[SIZE=+1]SINCERITY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]-Anonymous[/SIZE]


[SIZE=-1]Learn to call on Allah,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]In the dark,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]While Riding on a bus,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Or sitting in a park[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Learn to do it when,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Alone in a room,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Or staying up late,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Staring at the moon[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]And if someone boasts about,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]What he did for Allah,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]And asks you to tell him,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]What you did for Allah[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Just Say, "Why should I tell you"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]If I did it for Allah?"[/SIZE]

 

[islamirama]

[SIZE=+1]Lament of the Qur'an[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]by Mahir-ul-Qadri

[/SIZE] [SIZE=-1]As an ornament do they adorn me,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Yet they keep me and sometimes kiss me.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]In their celebtrations they recite me.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]In disputes they swear by me.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]On shelves do they securely keep me[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Till another celebration or dispute, when they need me.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Yes, they read and memorized me,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Yet only an ornament am I.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]My message lies neglected, my treasure untouched,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]The field lies bare, where blossomed once true glory.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]Wrong is the the treatment that I receive[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]So much to give have I, but none is there to perceive.[/SIZE]
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