How this big earth came to be,
And everything that we see,
Even things in outer space,
Came about by Allah's grace.
How people lived so long ago,
Lessons that we have to know,
And who does Allah love the best,
And why He puts us all to test.
How He makes the raindrops fall,
And what about the tree so tall,
What about the plants that grow,
And reasons for the wind to blow.
How about the oceans wide,
And different animals that we ride,
Not to mention mountains high,
And the magnificence of the sky.
Find out what we must not do,
Things that are bad for me and you,
Also things that are right,
And how we can all gain insight.
And the nature and the glory,
Unfolds like a beautiful story,
Of Almighty as He talks to you,
Conveying a message pure and true,
Read it up in the Qur`aan,
It will strengthen your Imaan.
By Sister Aisha Teladia (Aged 10) of Birmingham
I am a Muslim I say, "laa ilaaha illallaah Muhammadur-Rasoolullaah." There is none worthy of worship except Allaah, Muhummad is the Messenger of Allaah.
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, oh our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
Don't lose your way with each passing day
You've come so far, don't throw it away
Live believing, dreams are for weaving
Wonders are waiting to start
Live your story, Faith hope and glory
Hold to the truth in your heart
If we hold on together
I know our dreams will never die
Dreams see us through to forever
Where clouds roll by, for you and I
Souls in the wind must learn how to bend
Seek out a star, hold on till the end
Valley, mountain, there is a fountain
Washes our tears all away
Worlds are swaying, someone is praying
Please let them come home to stay
If we hold on together
I know our dreams will never die
Dreams see us through to forever
Where clouds roll by, for you and I
When we are out there in the dark
We'll dream about the sun
In the dark, we'll feel the light
Warm our hearts … Everyone
If we hold on together
I know our dreams will never die
Dreams see us through to forever
As high as souls can fly
The clouds roll by, for you and I
To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow,
To run where the brave dare not go.
To right the unrightable wrong,
To love pure and chaste from afar,
To try when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star.
This is my quest,
To follow that star --
No matter how hopeless,
No matter how far.
To fight for the right without question or pause,
To be willing to give when there's no more to give
To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will be peaceful and calm
when I'm laid to my rest.
And the world will be better for this,
that one man scorned and covered with scars
still strove with his last ounce of courage.
To reach the unreachable star.
dreamt I was in heaven
Where an angel kept God's book
The angel was writing so intently
I just had to take a look
It was not, at first, the writing
That made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle
That was marked 'Eternal Ink'
This ink was most amazing,
Dark-black upon the blotter
But as it touched the parchment
It became as clear as water
The angel kept on writing
But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing
With that strange Eternal Ink
The angel took no notice
But kept writing on and on
Turning each page and filling them
Till all the space was gone
I thought the angel wrote to no avail
The efforts were so vain
For written were many pages
That would never be read again
As I watched and wondered
That this awesome sight was mine
I actually saw a word stay black
As it dried upon the line
The angel kept on writing
And I saw a look of satisfaction
At last there was some print to show
For all the earnest action
A line or two dried dark
And stayed as black as black can be
But strangely the next paragraph
Became invisible to see
The Book was getting fuller -
The angel's records true
But most of it was blank
With just few words coming through
I knew there was some reason
But as hard as I could think
I couldn't grasp the significance
Of that Eternal Ink
The mystery burned within me
And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me
Of the amazing task
And what I heard was frightful
As turned the angel's head
Looking directly at me
The angel eventually said:
"I know you stand and wonder,
At what my writing's worth
But Allah has told me to record,
The lives of those on earth
The Book that I am filling,
Is an accurate account Of every word and action,
And to what they do amount
And since you've been watching,
I must tell you what is true
The details of my journal,
Are the strict accounts of you
Allah asked me to watch you,
As each day you work and play
I see you as you visit the Mosque;
I see you as you pray
But I was told to document,
Your life through all the week
I wrote when you were arrogant;
I wrote when you were meek
I recorded all your attitudes,
Whether they were good or bad
I was sorry that I had to write,
The things that make Allah sad
So now I will tell the wonder
Of this Eternal Ink
As the reason for its mystery
Should make you stop and think
This Ink that Allah created
To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record
Of things that are Eternal
So much of life is wasted
On things that matter not
Far from all the searching
Of knowledge to be sought
I just keep writing faithfully
And let the Ink do the rest
For it is able to decide
What's useless and what is best
And Allah ordained that as I write
Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing
Will just disappear away
When Books are opened someday
As sure as Heaven is true
Allah's Eternal Ink
Will tell what mattered to you
If you just lived to please yourself,
The pages will be bare
And Allah will issue no reward for you,
When you get there
In fact, you'll be embarrassed -
You'll hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself,
In love to Allah's Name
Yet maybe there will be a few
Recorded lines that stayed
Showing times you truly cared,
Sincerely loved and prayed
But you will always wonder
As you enter Heaven's door
How much more glad you would be
if only you had done more
For I record as Allah sees
I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is always written
With Allah's Eternal Ink."
As I heard the angel's story,
I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming
I hadn't actually died
I said: "Oh angel, tell Allah
That as soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Allah -
I'll do all for His sake
I'll give in full surrender -
I'll do all He wants me to
I'll turn my back on self and sin
And whatever isn't true
Though the way seems long and rough
I promise to endure
I'm determined to pursue the things
That are Holy, Clean and Pure
With Allah as my Helper
I will win lost souls to thee
For I know they'll live with Allah
For all eternity
And that's what really matters
When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before Allah
And hear Him say: Well-Done
For is it really worth it -
As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize Allah keeps Books
With His Eternal Ink
Should all my life be focused -
On things that turn to dust?
From now on I'll serve Allah
I can - I will - I must!
I'm giving all to Allah
I now have seen the link
I saw an angel write my life
With Allah's Eternal Ink.
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