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
"We can't keep them from reading their Quran and knowing the truth."
"We can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with their Allah and his messenger Muhammad."
"Once they gain that connection with Allah, our power over them is broken."
"So let them go to their Mosques;
let them have their covered dish dinners,
BUT steal their time, so they don't have time to develop a relationship with Allah and his messenger Muhammad."
"This is what I want you to do," said the devil:
"Distract them from gaining hold of their Allah and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"
"How shall we do this?" his demons shouted.
"Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered.
"Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow."
"Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles."
"Keep them from spending time with their children."
"As their families fragment, soon, their homes will offer no escape from the pressures of work!"
"Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice."
"Entice them to play the radio or cassette player whenever they drive." "To keep the TV, VCR, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays music constantly."
"This will jam their minds and break that union with Allah and his messenger Muhammad."
"Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers."
"Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day."
"Invade their driving moments with billboards."
"Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes."
"Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines and TV so their husbands will believe that outward beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives. "
"Keep the wives too tired to love their husbands at night."
Give them headaches too!
"If they don't give their husbands the love they need, they will begin to look elsewhere."
"That will fragment their families quickly!"
"Give them story books to distract them from teaching their children the real meaning of Salat."
"Keep them too busy to go out in nature and reflect on Allah's creation. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies instead. "Keep them busy, busy, busy!"
"And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences."
"Crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Allah."
"Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause."
"It will work!" "It will work!"
It was quite a plan!
The demons went eagerly to their assignments causing Muslims everywhere to get busier and more rushed, going here and there.
Having little time for their Allah or their families.
Having no time to tell others about the power of Allah and his messenger Muhammad to change lives.
I guess the question is, has the devil been successful in his schemes?
You be the judge!!!!!
Does "BUSY" mean:
B-eing
U-nder
S-atan's
Y-oke?
"....and follow not the footsteps of Shaitan (satan). Verily, he is to you an open enemy ."
(Glorious Qur'aan 2:168)
Walking through the woods on a snowy day,
Seeing the crystal blanket was so deep,
I made a wrong turn and lost my own way.
Sliding over the hill Allah made so steep,
Finding the perfect place where I could rest,
I sat down beneath a tree that looked best.
As I sat watching the snow calmly fall,
I then laid me down to give up my all.
Curling up to go to sleep on the ground,
Hearing the voice of my friend calling me,
No longer would I utter one more sound.
Death takes my hand and pulls me from the tree.
Escaping a thornful life for my gain,
I'll reach a home of peace that has no pain
I began my journey the day I was born.
My name told my destiny.
Yet, it remained hidden for me to discover.
I traveled a long time to get to this moment.
So many cactuses I stumbled over in the dark.
No star lighted my path-- I was not yet awake.
Naivety guided me into sandstorms that made wounds in my soul.
Ignorance blinded me as the cactus' thorns scratched me.
However, these wounds propelled me forward and kept me on
a certain path.
One day, when I looked ahead, I saw an oasis.
A mirage, I thought, so I slowly walked towards it-- expecting
to be fooled again.
When I reached the mirage, I found a rose.
I touched it and found it was no dream.
Entranced by this rose, I placed it in the vase of my heart.
As it took root, it became a part of me.
My blindness lifted, for I could see the true Light.
Faith rested in my heart.
My desert rose led me to this destiny.
When I stray-- its paper thorns remind me to come back to
the straight path.
Each day it continues growing, it strengthens my heart and
my soul.
I water it with my prayers, my charity, my fasting.
This rose is here to stay--
It guides me to an eternal Garden.
My thoughts, my goals, my actions are preparing my place in
that Garden.
That is where I will rest my roots--
As long as this rose remains in my heart.
this poem is by Lena Winfrey Seder.She is a convert to islam
Advice on Friends!
A real friend wishes his companions well,
He's not one who allows them to get close to hell,
Always be careful of the friends you Choose,
So, in the end, Jannah you will not lose,
If you find your companion is not stopping your wrong,
then, be weary, his friendship is not strong.
If you see the pattern made,
that when you are under your friend's shade,
Your Imaan begins to fade,
Leave the worthless creation,
make friends with Allah, Surely that is a high station!.
A dervish who had knowledge of our present situation,
Once told his students the following dictation,
"The meeting of people will never enrich you,
save with the gibberish of useless gossip.
So diminish your meeting with people,
except for knowledge or to improve your condition"
They lie on the table side by side
The Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.
One is well worn and cherished with pride.
Not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.
One is used daily to help folks decide.
Not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.
As the pages are turned, what shall they see?
what does it matter, turn on the T.V.
So they open the book in which they confide.
No, not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.
The Word of Allah is seldom read.
aybe a verse before they fall into bed.
Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be.
Not from reading the Quran, from watching T.V.
So then back to the table side by side,
Lie the Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.
No time for prayer, no time for the Word,
The plan of Istiqama is seldom heard.
But forgiveness of sin, so full and free,
Is found in the Quran, not on T.V.
Science and Faith
Once Science said to Faith:
"My eye can see all that is in this world;
The Entire world is within my net.
I am only concerned with material things,
What have I to do with spiritual matters?
I can strike a thousand melodies,
And openly proclaim all the secrets that I learn."
Faith said:
"With your magic even the waves in the sea are set ablaze,
You can pollute the atmosphere with foul, poisonous gases.
When you associated with me, you were light,
When you broke off from me, your light became fire.
You were of Divine origin,
But you have been caught in the clutches of Shaytan.
Come, make this wasteland a garden once again.
Borrow from me a little of my ecstasy,
And in the world set up a paradise.
From the day of creation we have been associates,
We are the low and high tunes of the same melody."
God and Life.
”Dear brother, do you realize
God watches us with x-ray eyes
He know what we are doing, He knows what we have done
We shouldn’t use His merciful gifts to indulge in sinful fun.”
”Don’t make me laugh with what you say
Whether God is there or not, I don’t care either way
It’s my time and I can do with it what I like
And by having fun is how I wish to spend my life.”
“Don’t talk like that, God is there,
He gave you what you have so you really should care
You should thank Him and not be proud
And stop talking with your head above the clouds.”
“Oh really? Thank Him? And for what??
He didn’t give me everything I’ve got
Most of the things I have earned through out my life
I have earned through my own struggle, my own strife.”
“And who gave you the gift of ability?
Who gave you your hands to earn money?
Who gave you those eyes so that you could see,
Which sums made four and which ones made three?”
”Oh…I never really thought of that…
But in the end, it is a fact
I didn’t have to pay for these, my ears to hear, my eyes to see
Whatever He gave me, I got for free.”
“You act like these gifts belong to you!
They are borrowed and you have to return them, too
So make the most of them by pleasing your Lord
And not by using them for idle works when you are bored.”
”Don’t speak as though I have to give them back today
I’ll use them for good later, but for now, I’ll use them for play.”
”Later may not exist. What if you died and later never came?
You should not take chances, use them to pray.”
”…That’s true, I suppose, tomorrow could be the end…
I should try and do some good before it descends…”
”You’ve almost got it right, but listen to me
Death is not the end, but the start of a return journey
Back to your Creator who helped to raise you from birth
Back to He who Created you from clay and from earth.”
”I see…it’s all starting to make sense to me…
But why do good and what is God’s relationship to me?”
”He has been with us through out our lives, to watch over and to guide
To make sure we don’t mess up and to watch our stride
To keep us going and make sure we do good before we die.
He is always there and to do good is to please
And when you do as he says, He blesses you with ease.”
“Okay so what you’re saying is that work really hard…
Do good things and be blessed by your Lord…
Pray and fast and give charity
Give your wealth to the poor and needy
But then you die…that’s a pity…”
”Yes, you die, but, brother, what’s wrong?”
”Well, when you die, all you did is gone…
You just sleep forever and no one knows what you’ve done
What’s the point in doing all that good when you could have done bad
You just go to your grave and then that’s that
No one will ever know about all the times you prayed
So why not just be bad if we all end up the same?”
”That’s not true, brother, and I’ll tell you why
There’s far more than sleep for after you die.
Remember all those stories that your parents used to tell?
Do good, go to Heaven, do bad, go to hell?
Well it’s true, and it applies to you,
You will be rewarded in the Hereafter too.”
”The Hereafter? Do we all end up there?”
“Yes, of course, it is only fair
God punishes those who didn’t believe
Or do righteous deeds
And rewards those who made the sacrifice
Of giving up their life to please Him through struggle and through strife.”
”So that’s it? That’s the deal?
God exists and He is real?
There’s a life after death and punishment and reward?
And when we die we all return to our Lord?”
“Bingo, you’ve got it. Now you know the truth.
God is always there and He watches over you.
So do good and refrain from evil and sin.
You will be blessed and purified from within.
And remember that life is fragile, handle it with care,
By never forgetting your Lord and by keeping it safe through prayer.”
Oh Muslim! Oh Muslim! Do not despair,
Allah places on each soul no burden greater than it can bear.
In times of sadness and grief, He will always be there
To keep you very affectionately under His Care.
Your trust and faith in Him you must declare
And never ever think that your Lord is unfair...
Because His Mercy will descend upon you and of this I'm sure you are unaware
So do not despair, because on the Day of Judgement you will have so much of reward... You will be a millionaire!
(In handling the wicked, he had the best of skill
He pacified with tolerance and goodwill)
Among the confusion, the chaos and the pain
A man emerged and Muhammad was his name
And walking with nothing but Allah as his aid
And the mark of a prophet between his shoulder blades
In a cave in mount hira, the revelation came
Read o Muhammad, read in Allah’s name
May the blessings of Allah be on al-mustafaa (the selected one)
None besides him could have been al-mujtabaa (the chosen one)
Muhammad, peace be upon his soul
The greatest of prophets, Islam was his only goal
Muhammad, salla Allahu ‘alayhi wa sallam
From among all the prophets, Muhammad was the last
As his was a mission of the greatest task
There was only moral degeneration
People clung to idol adoration
For all nations, he was al-mukhtaar (the preferred one)
So was he praised by Allah, al-ghaffaar
The bearer of glad tidings, al-basheer
Leading into light, as-seeraj-al-muneer (lamp of Radiance)
In handling the wicked, he had the best of skill
He pacified with tolerance and goodwill
The best of morals he aimed to attain
All he accomplished through suffering and pain
Reviving imaan as al-muthakkir (the reminder)
He is known in the Qur'aan as al-mud-dath-thir (covered up)
Only he was given the honour of miraaj
Unique was this glory to Muhammad as-seeraj (the lamp)
He was ad - da'ee illAllah hil azeem
All hadi elaa seerauteem mustakeem
His mission complete, his held in great esteem
Allah praised him as bil-khuluqil azeem
May the blessings of Allah be on mustafaa
None besides him could have been al-mujtabaa
So perfect were his morals, so justly did he rule
Darkness had vanished and the word was full of noor
Balagha ’l-ula bikamalihi
Kashafa ’d-duja bijamalihi
Hasunat jami‘u khisalihi
Sallu alayhi wa ‘alihi
Muhammad, peace be upon his soul,
The greatest of Prophets, Islam was his only goal.
CLOUD OF ISLAM
You know, from the start, a Message was sent from above
A Message so clear and so true
A Message so Final for you
THE TIME HAS COME
TO LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW
THIS MESSAGE OF PEACE AND LOVE
CAME ONLY FROM aLLAH ABOVE
Have Faith step on to the cloud of Islam
And you will discover the Light of Iman
Proclaim this Message entrusted to you
And the Cloud of Islam
Will carry you!
You know
For all men
Massages were sent to Guide
From Adam to Nooh to Musa sws
Ibrahim Ismail Essa sws
Then came Muhammad sws
The last and final Messenger
Confirming what was sent before
Perfecting this Deen of Allah
Have Faith step on to the cloud of Islam
And you will discover the Light of Iman
Proclaim this Message entrusted to you
And the Cloud of Islam
Will carry you!
I know that its not always easy to see
The difference from Right and Wrong what should it be
But people this Message lies here in your hands
Happiness, Peace and the Answer for Man;
Have Faith step on to the cloud of Islam
And you will discover the Light of Iman
Proclaim this Message entrusted to you
And the Cloud of Islam
Will carry you!
So now don’t you see
INVITING TO ALLAH should be
Every muslim’s responsibility
Every body you and me
Have Faith step on to the cloud of Islam
And you will discover the Light of Iman
Proclaim this Message entrusted to you
And the Cloud of Islam
Will carry you!
All beauty, all fade away.........borrowed
All moonlight, returned to day....borrowed
All sunrise, all shooting stars....borrowed
All earthbound, barefeet and play
I know we're standing on,
Borrowed, borrowed Heaven
All heartache, all rivers cry....borrowed
Don't stay out too late tonight.......borrowed
I lovey you, don't want to hide........borrowed
You taste like, paradise,
I know I'm breathing in,
Borrowed, borrowed Heaven
You gave me life and I will give it back
But before I do, I'm gonna hold you tight
This is my prayer....
All body, all skin, all bone......borrowed
All silky, all smooth and warm....borrowed
All pleasure, all pain are one....borrowed
Almighty I stand alone,
I know I'm living in,
What got me to this point, why am I not surprised.
No need for rewind, my life flashes right before my eyes,
I wasn’t unlike most, and specifically speaking
Grew up Muslim in public school, Islamic school on the weekend,
Once in a while made it to Jummah maybe not even that,
As far as Islam is concerned it really wasn’t where my head was at,
But it was cool if I made grades on the home front,
my parents bought me anything I want.
The "fly-est" gear to help me cop them digits,
Then maybe when I am 30 I'll become religious
But later came, my disposition stayed the same,
Live your life one way too long it's not so easy to change
I refrained from the things that was said to help me gain
And indulge in the things that I should of obstained
Mixed up caught up, going out of my brain
I guess it's about the time, I ran into "Mary Jane" (Marijuana)
Inhalations in my breath, got my mind thinking less, oh yes,
And in this state I met the angel of death,
And then came the time for Allah to resurrect,
My soul from the clutches of a six foot depth
I find myself surrounded by the company I kept
Realizing full well this was the day of regret
And over the horizon, slowly it crept,
Anticipation thoughts racing and I'm losing my breath
And with all my might my right arm I stretch,
Imagine my reaction, I caught my book in my left,
I caught my book in my LEFT!!! I caught my book in my left!
Save me from the, Hell fire, Hell fire, Hell fire
Save me from the, Hell fire, Hell fire, Hell fire
Everybody will come to the hour
When we stand all alone in horror
And we hope that our deeds will help us through
Only one we can blame is ourselves
We were blessed with our youth and our health
And we wonder why our deeds are few
Everybody-gets a wake up call,
Take a warning before the nightfall
Use the time right now for making prayer
And on the day when there is no shelter
The good deeds are your only helpers
You'll be proud when you see that they're there.
I’m looking back now at my life on the earth
Been thinking about my deeds and what everything was worth
Like the time I was listening to a speech about Hell,
It really made me scared cause he broke it down well,
Never you forget about those angels undercover, or the..
Day when your good deeds are weighed against the others
Bad deeds brought together, then you discover
Your good deeds are just feathers, you start to shudder
Then- the- angels come nasty, ugly as ever,
Grab you by the forehead, and start to make you suffer
Hot, boiling water, Burning fire forever,
Waiting for a pause in the pain, but it be never ->
As I rode to my school, I told myself there ain’t no way I’m gonna be a fool,
And forget Allah’s rules.
Eyes on the prize, gonna stay wise,
As I go to class, socialize with the guys.
But whoa, look at the time, the next prayer’s in,
I’m here chillin’ - they’ll start staring
Slip to bathroom, find an empty classroom,
Don’t wanna miss a prayer here at school or even at home
Man it was a struggle, trying to be a Muslim and staying out of trouble,
The stress seemed double,
Even watching TV, I had have patrol,
Hands on remote control, just to save my soul
But deep in my heart yo I knew it,
I could really do it, If I pushed myself through it,
Living all my youth with Islam, see it only grew me stronger,
Withholding temptations for longer and longer,
But now it pays off, if the fire stays off,
Be chilling for eternity forever days off,
Got my book in right and my fate is looking well,
They put struggles of my youth on the good side of my scale
With the mercy of Allah, I won’t fail, Cause truly
Not a moment, not a moment did I want in Hell.
Cause not a moment, not a moment would I want in hell.
Every difficulty faced in our lives
Makes us realise that it’s just part of Allah’s plan
Feeling stronger we take it in our stride
He will always favour the patient one
While we spread the word of Islam
Every sigh, say goodbye
Every tear from my eye
Every yes, every no
Every high, every low
Spread the word O’ Man
Spread the word of Islam
Oh Fortunate One
PARADISE MUST BE WON!!!
Each Day and each night
Through Darkness and through Light
Cry it out to the World
Spread the Word
Spread the Word O’ Man, Spread the Word of Islam
We are the Muslim Ummah
And each day that goes by the harder we try
In gratitude we pray to Allah
Chosen as part of the best of Mankind
We spread the word of Islam
Each minute, Each Hour
In awe of His power
Each Flower, Each Tree
Everything that we see
Spread the word O’ Man
Spread the word Islam
Oh Fortunate One
PARADISE MUST BE WON!!!
Each Day and each night
Through Darkness and Light
Cry it out to the World
Spread the Word, Spread the Word
Spread the Word O’ Man, Spread the Word of Islam
The demise of our beloved prophet Muhammed Sallallahu Alayhi Wasallam
As Our Beloved Nabi Sallallahu-alaihi Wasallam
Lay On His Bed
Drops Of Perspiration
Fell From His Mubarak Head
In Agony And Pain
His Purpose He Did Not Forget
"has Everybody Offered Prayers?"
He Asked Instead
The Apostle Of Allah
Lifted The Curtain Of His Door At Dawn
His Mubarak Gaze Fixed At The Worshippers
He Smiled, Then Laughed, With Pleasure, This Morn
The Sahabah , Excited
Thaught He Was Coming Out For Prayers
But Our Beloved Prophet, Too Weak, Pulled Down The Curtain
Leaving The Sahabah In Tears
Too Weak To Lead The Night Prayers ,
Our Beloved,
Asked Hazrat Abu Bakr Instead
Heartbroken, Abubakr Declined, But Finally The Prayers, He Lead
The Prophet`s Beloved Wife Aisha
At His Bedside She Stayed
Wiping His Mubarak Face With Water
Whilst From The Quraan, She Continually Prayed
Nearing His End,
Our Beloved Had A Request
Pointing To A Miswaak
He Used It And Then, Went Back To Rest
In And Out Of Consciousness
Our Beloved Remained
Whilst His Dear Daughter Fatima
Wept Bitterly In Pain
With The Words Of Allah
Still On His Mubarak Lips
His Precious Life Began
To Slowly Slip
Too Frail To Talk
"say Your Prayers"
He Whispered
"care For Those Under You"
Then He Became Unconscious
On Regaining Consciousness
Ummati, Ummati, He Would Say
Then Peacefully And Silently
His Mubarak Life Was Taken Away
A Light That Once Shone
Was No Longer There
Sadness And Despondency
Spread Everywhere
Our Guiding Light
We Have Certainly Lost
But We Should Continue Spreading His Message
At Any And Every Cost!
Please Read Thousands And Thousands Of Durood Upon Our Beloved Nabi, Muhammad Sallallahu-alaihi-wasallam
That moment, that uncertainty,
That gush and wave of turmoil,
That stretch into eternity
Is gone. No need to toil.
The sea is calm, and no foam
Whitens, or shows its flow.
I restless no longer roam.
God has sent a light, a glow.
God light the future days
And give me strength to love and live,
And let this the changing phase
Be blessed. Pour thy blessings, give.
Upon us let thy favours flow
That we may in union be
In love to dwell, peace to know
In contentment rightly do, clearly see.
Guide us Allah, faith in thee.
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