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Please Don't Forget the Plight of Muslims in your Dua's "And Seek (Allah's) help
with Sabr (patience) and Salat (prayers): it is indeed hard, except to those who
are humble" (Qur'an Al-Baqara 2:45)

If God brings you to it,
He will bring you through it.
In Happy moments, praise God.
In Difficult moments, seek God.
In Quiet moments, worship God.
In Painful moments, trust God.
In Every moment, thank God
 
sallam

O Lord, praise to You! You are the light of the heavens and the earth and
all that dwell therein. Praise to You! You are the Lord of the heavens and the
earth and all that dwell therein. Praise to You! You are the truth, and Your
promise is true, and Your word is true, and Your meeting is true, and the Garden
is true, and the Fire is true, and the Prophets were true, and Muhammad is true,
and the Hour is true! O Allah, to You I commit myself, and in You I believe and
place my trust, and unto You I turn in repentance, and for You I fight, and
through You I pass judgment. Forgive me my sins, past and future, open and
hidden. You are my God; there is no God but You! "
 
Quran

QU’RAN

A Book that is full of answers,
A Book that makes you cry.
A Book that makes you notice,
How much harder you can try.
A Book that makes you realize,
What true love really is...
A Book that gives you direction,
for all of life’s tough biz.
A Book that gives you hope,
that Someone somewhere’s watching over you.
A Book that helps you out,
Through all the times your blue.
A Book that was revealed to our beloved Prophet(SAWS),
over a period of 23 years
Once you put faith into this Book,
You can handle worldly fears.
A gift sent down from Heaven,
A treasure from above,
Written proof that shows us
How blessed we are with Allah(SWT’s) love!
 
Paradise

Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price

In the depths of hell or in paradise

For the believer ,this life is just like a cage

For the unbeliever, it’s the ultimate stage

Little does he know about the awaiting reward

Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored

You’ll enter the gate of paradise, if it’s in your fate

Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate

No worldly things will you ever miss

On entering the gate, you’ll be surrounded by bliss

Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine

People will live in mansions built high

Where they’ll live forever, no-one will die

It’s bricks will be made of silver and gold

The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold

A hundred years it will take to circle a tree

Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity

There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep

There will be no worries, no one will weep

When people sweat, it will smell of musk

Allah SWT will be praised from dawn till dusk

Everyone will be aged 30 or 33

And they’ll stay at that age for eternity

The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown

Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown

People will be happy, there’ll be no remorse

To visit others, they’ll have a flying horse

Men will have 2 houris as their wives

Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives

On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races

And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!

When walking along there’ll be many meetings

With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings

Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail

When Allah SWT removes His veil

There will be no kings, there will be no peasants

And everyone will see the Divine Allah’s presence

There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray

That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay

Allah SWT has showered us with His grace

And we have to be worthy to show our face

Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price

In the depths of hell or in paradise
 
life after death

You only live once so sit back and enjoy

No time for sorrows so fill it up with joy

This way of thinking is totally wrong

Our total existence is forever long

Life is for eternity its stages are four

The first is in the womb, but hold on there’s more

The second is from birth until the moment we die

The third takes place in the place where we lie

Barzakh is it’s name until judgement day

The fourth is eternity and in heaven we pray!

The soul splits from the body at the time we die

Then with the angel of death, they both will fly

If the person is pious, the angel looks handsome

And the wicked will wish, that they could ransom

For the pious, the soul is taken on a piece of silk

Eventually, they’re in heaven with rivers of milk

The evil person’s soul is dragged out with pain

Then they know, their life was in vain

When Allah swt gives the order, the soul is returned

Either to a bed of paradise, or else to be burned

The soul is returned, while the family are grieving

And then he is questioned while his loved ones are leaving

At that time the person will be in such a state

He is asked three questions which determine his fate

He will be panicking, his heart full of fear

When he sees the angels, Munkar and Nakeer

He will be asked about his God, religion and what did he say

About the person who appears in front of him that day

That will be Muhammed SAWS, who can save us from hell

The pious will recognize him, but others won’t tell

After answering rightly they are saved from the ordeal

Of the torments of the grave, which to us seem unreal

Their grave is extended and in peace they stay

They will praise Allah SWT and continue to pray

A window of paradise is seen and they sleep in bliss

Whereas the unbelievers grave becomes hell’s abyss

Creatures are let loose on their fronts and back

Their graves close in until their ribs will crack

They are in constant agony until judgement day

Nothing will help, it will be too late to pray

They will know because of themselves, their future is wrecked

But they won’t have a clue what to further expect

For the believer , it passes like a good night’s sleep

His good deeds have been done, the rewards he shall keep

Judgement day will pass like the time for a prayer

At the speed of light he crosses the bridge, thin as a hair

And before he knows it, he is in paradise

Whereas the unbeliever, will be paying his price

This life is a journey, death isn’t the end

Real life goes on, so don’t just pretend

So prepare now, we’re not here to stay

Follow Islam, the key is to pray

Brothers and sisters take this advice

You’ll be proud of yourself, when in paradise!
 
hell

If only you knew the torments of hell

It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell

It is in existence even as we speak

And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak

On the day of rising, hell will be in view

A terrible sight, if only you knew

It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns

And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains

After burning for a thousand years , it’s flames turned white

A thousand more years, now it’s as black as the night

You think the flames are bearable, you’re totally wrong

The flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strong

In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones

The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones

The thickness of your skin will greatly increase

Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease

The people in hell are there to stay

They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day

70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown

to hit the bottom of hell and it won’t be alone

the food of hell resembles a devil’s head

and to drink, boiling water and blood bright red

which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out

the inhabitants of hell will scream and shout

some will be taken out by Almighty Allah’s command

but the polytheists will stay eternally ****ed

take up islam, the only way to succeed

and if you don’t, you’re unfortunate indeed

brothers and sisters, help determine your fate

once you see hellfire, it’ll be far too late
 
women in islam

How do women fit into Islam? What is their fate?

This has been the subject of many a debate

‘for the believing men and women, is a great reward’

this is from Surah al Ahzaab, the words of our Lord

it can be seen from reading the Holy Quran

that a woman has some privilege over a man

praying is exempted during menstruation

here Islam gives women consideration

a woman after marriage becomes a wife

for nine long months she carries new life

during childbirth she is exempted to fast

Islam is against the burying of girls in the past

they can pray at the mosque or even at home

they may marry or divorce ,its their choice, their own

after marriage she can retain her old maiden name

and is rewarded for treating all her offspring the same

once they are married they should live pious lives

‘and the best men are those who are best to their wives’

Islam shows equality my sisters and brothers

don’t forget paradise lies at the feet of your mothers

women in the UK had property rights from 1938

this right was given by Islam, 14 centuries to date

in the UK, women could vote from 1918

this was stated 1400 years ago in Islam our deen

women can work and lead a happily married life

but shouldn’t neglect her role as mother and wife

a woman for her child’s upbringing, deserves her credit

Islam also gives a woman the right to inherit

a woman’s status in Islam, we should never neglect

in Islam they are favoured and deserve their respect
 
Re: hell



Asalamu alaykum...
Hmm y is this in the introduce yourself section
good post
jazaki allah......
 
salaat

Salaat is a basic pillar of Islam

It is mentioned again and again in the Quran

The importance of prayer is in seven hundred places

But in the Mosque, do you see many young faces?

Praying in the mosque gives 27 times the reward

Pray with the intention that you’re pleasing your Lord

When you walk to the Mosque, just remember within

You gain a reward and you’re losing a sin

For every step towards your destination

This is a blessing from Allah SWT to his creation

The Quran has foretold, that before you are dead

‘say your prayers before your prayers are said’

our Prophet SAWS said about those who miss prayer

fifteen punishments they’ll have to bear

six in this life, three on passing away

three in the grave and three on judgements day

for missing Fajr at the start of the day

the glow of the face is taken away

the punishment for missing the salaat of Zohar

there will be no blessing from your income no more

for missing Asr, the middle prayer of the day

the strength of the body is taken away

by missing Maghrib, remember one thing

you will not be benefited by your offspring

for missing Ishaa at the end of the day

the peace of your sleep will be taken away

while seeing elders pray at the mosque door

remember as a young person, your reward is 70 times more

read Salaat punctually, read it with care

on Judgement day, we will be asked about prayer

that’s the first question, so take this advice

Salaat is the key to paradise

spread this word to Muslim sisters and brothers

Salaat will separate Muslims from others

Salaat is a blessing which Allah SWT gave

it will intercede and protect us in the grave

when it comes eventually, to the day of rising

the believers body washed by Wudhu will be shining

for the believers who are regular in offering Salaat

it becomes a light of guidance on the As-Siraat*

don’t miss the prayer Asr at any cost

it will be like your family and wealth is lost

the Ayat-ul-Kursi after fard, should be read

it will lead you to paradise (insha Allah) after you’re dead

not reading Salaat will lead you to hell

surrounded by serpents in a deep well

read your Salaat whilst still in your prime

and read the Durood Shareef** in your spare time

you’ll get ten rewards, the Lord (Insha Allah) will accept your pleas

and you’ll be closer to Allah SWT by ten more degrees

so embrace Islam with all your heart

and remember the key is reading Salaat
 
Insomnia

Trying to sleep but my eyes open wide
With voices whispering from every side
Battles in my mind and nowhere to hide
a futile resistance against the rising tide

Thought after thought taunting my soul
As this constant barrage takes its toll
Eating away slowly now a gaping hole
My mind going crazy and out of control

I search frantically and fail in despair
For something elusive which was always there
Something tossed away without a care
its prolonged absence I can no longer bear

Peace of mind I no longer possess,
A nightmarish life I must confess
So much hardships and so much stress
A constant companion is pain and distress

Tossing and turning all night long
miserable and sad -everything is wrong
what is life? and where do I belong?
Millions of questions and all answers gone

My heart is riddled with grief and sorrow
And with these thoughts my tears flow
All hope lost my heart sinks low
Without a care what happens tomorrow

Finely balanced on the edge of a knife
I see the stranger who lives my life
an emotionless tyrant causing havoc and strife
A corrupted soul where ignorance is rife

My whole world is hypocrisy and lies
And no more goodness do I recognize
Everything I possess I begin to despise
And this voice inside, I hear its cries

Of a promise made before the days of old
In a meeting with my lord - I am told
That forever in my heart, tawheed I would hold
A promise broken for a miserable price sold

This murmuring voice so long ignored
To delay it further, I can not afford
So this mission of truth, I have taken aboard
With conviction my shield and truth my sword

An uphill struggle an eternal fight
Battle-lines drawn between wrong and right
Returning to my lord, I head for the light
Submerged in Salah is my only respite

Lifting my hands to my lord I pray
'let ignorance go and let faith stay
Through your mercy show me the way
Give me guidance so that I can obey'

With an open heart I read the Quran
I discover my Creator's will and plan
Word of my Lord, a guidance for man
Missing pieces restored now I am one

Content and happy, no more tears to weep
Content and happy, I fall asleep
Peace and happiness with faith running deep
Peace and happiness - forever to keep
 
Transformation

Arabia is the location of this rhyme,
long ago, before our prophets time.
It was a very harsh and barren land,
surrounded by vast oceans of sand.

The Arab society, lacked law and order
and was infested with chaos and disorder.
All the Arabs did was quarrel and fight.
Few were educated, a handful could write.

The strong and ruthless ruled the tribes,
consisting mainly of corruption and bribes.
Much blood was spilt in many a feud,
and their fighting was unjust and crude.

They fought over the smallest thing
and death and mourning, this would bring.
These tribal feuds, for years would last
and deep into misery, the society was cast.

Every vice and evil, they staunchly followed
In their depravity, like animals they wallowed
Chasing every desires, alcohol they drank.
To the depth of corruption, they now sank.

Rights and dignity they didn't respect,
to call them barbaric would be correct.
Their treatment of orphans was inhumane,
cause them suffering and so much pain.

The women's status was considered low.
Not a shred of respect, did they ever show.
It is evident enough that evil did thrive,
when newborn daughters were buried alive.

They worshipped gods made of stone
Others made of wood, feathers or bone
Some worships trees, stars or the sun
And the belief in one god, they did shun

Every civilization had passed them by
To conquer them, no nation would try
To them the Arabs were a lost cause
A society riddled with evil and flaws

In total ignorance, the Arabs thus dwelled
and against Allah, they continually rebelled
To truth and knowledge, they were blind
and this rang true, for the rest of mankind

It was from Arabia, the truth shone bright
The words of Allah, an illuminating light
It came in the form of the Holy Quran.
Guidance from Allah - the Lord of man.

Allah selected Muhammad, a pure soul.
Entrusting him this mission, a noble goal.
To teach the people about wrong and right
And he carried this mission without respite

The Quran his shield, the truth his sword
Fighting evil, for the pleasure of his Lord
He removed all ignorance, from their heart
and from the evil path, they did depart.

Over twenty-three years, this mission did last
And the empire of Islam became so vast
They became the example of justice and peace
And this message continued, never to cease

Every word of the prophet, they obeyed
And from the path, they never strayed
Every evil and injustice they had shunned
What a transformation! The world was stunned

Idol worship finished, they prayed to God
The path of piety, they now trod
United as brothers, racism was dead
The burden of superstition, they also shed

All forms of injustice was now despised
As a people of learning, they were recognized
Whenever a conflict, to the Quran they turned
Tolerance and justice, they had learned

The divine message spread like wildfire
Millions became part of this spiritual empire,
and heroes and scholars were given birth,
from different nations, throughout the Earth

For all their vices, the Quran was a cure
And many a soul, this message would lure
Guarded from changes, the message was pure
Until the last day, this promise will endure

The truth was made evident in their deeds
A medicine that the world still needs
The original message is with us even today
So lets turn to Islam and for guidance pray
 
message

This life we are told is indeed a test
so every nation with prophets was blessed
124 thousand we learn from Hadith
prophets came with the message of peace

They had the same message, Allah is one
he has no partners and has no son
Do good deeds and worship your Lord,
help the needy with what you can afford

David, Jesus, Abraham, Moses and more
are some of the prophets that came before
They were only men we mustn't confuse
selected by Allah to bring the good news

After these Prophets had passed away
people got mixed up and went astray
They changed the message to suit their needs
worshipped idols and start bad deeds

Another Prophet Allah would send
and their way of life he would amend
This pattern repeated again and again
until Muhammed the final messenger came

A madman, a poet, a magician or what
all of the above he was not
His honesty and character they had all seen
this pure noble soul they called Al-Amin

Muhammed the truthful, was indeed sincere
Allah's final messenger to many it was clear
He had been appointed to guide mankind
to illuminate ignorant hearts so blind

The message was beautiful and so pure
to the hearts of mankind the wisdom did lure
It filled their lives with love and compassion
Muhammed words? No it can only be revelation

The prophet himself could not read or write
yet Allah gave him this illuminating light
It entered their hearts purifying their souls
and the faithful scribes wrote it on scrolls

In Ramadan the whole Quran was recited and said
even today by millions of Muslims it is read
Every word was recorded like the prophet was told
the exact same message fourteen hundred years old

The Quran is now for all mankind a guide,
it can never be changed and will forever abide,
Its a promise of Allah - an undisputed fact
the message sent to Muhammed will remain intact

No more idols or lords we should erect
the oneness of Allah we should respect
Part of the first pillar known as Tawheed
recited la-illah ha illallah the Muslim creed

We should pray Salah like the prophet taught
and ask for Allah's help like the Prophet sought
To taqwah and unity this will indeed give rise
the second pillar of Islam, the spiritual exercise

We must fast in the whole month of Ramadan
and do good deeds as many as we can
This gift of life we begin to appreciate
by not drinking or eating not even a date

Ramadan is a month Muslims eagerly await
peace, unity and happiness it does create
removing the blinkers a fresh outlook we see
this wonderful month, pillar number three

Some of our wealth we give to those in need
the homeless and hungry we must try and feed
The poor are helped much by this gift so small
this is called Zakat the fourth pillar so tall

To visit the Kabaah, the house of Allah
every Muslim must travel from near and far
Once in a lifetime this great journey we make
the final pillar, a tough task we undertake

The rich, the poor, the black and the white
the male, the female equal in Allah's sight
From all walks of life to hajj they all came
standing before Allah they are all the same

To always be good and honest we must try
we need to remember one day we will die
Only a very small time we can spend here
then we must leave this world so dear

We will be asked about the life we spent
if we did good to heaven we will be sent
this will be decided on the Judgment day
and in heaven or hell we will forever stay

No more guides or prophets will be sent again
instead we have the Quran so deep yet plain
If we get confused to the Quran we turn
a message from the most high from which to learn

For all mankind and forever more
wisdom and teachings it does store
To eternal life it opens the door
the words of our creator that we cant ignore

There are millions of Muslims in the world today
the fastest growing religion experts say
Together to the one true God Muslims Pray
by following the Quran, its only Allah we Obey
 
people of the world

This is the story that must be told
of an Iraqi baby, not very old.

Lying in her crib one star lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?

She lay there quietly touching her nose,
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,

Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
Talking to someone, who could it be?

An angel is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.

The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.

The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...

No one knows how long she lie there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?

Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?

Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.

Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!

I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!

Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!

How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream.

That angel appears once again to my side,
This time with a tear I plead Why have I died?

Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others.
In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers.

Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!

Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?

It is war they say, of which death is part.
How blind they've become, How hardened of heart.

Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!

Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!

No war has been won; No ifs, buts, or maybes,
They've Only Killed Babies!!!!
 
satan

Stay in your bed, don’t make a fuss.

Your prayers can wait; give in to your nafs. (1)



What! Go to the mosque, the path you’ll pave?

Don’t bother, think of the gas you’ll save.



Why go the extra miles to be kind?

Don’t share that smile, they won’t mind!



Listen to your parents, why should you?

You’re big enough, don’t let them tell you what to do!



Don’t look at those orphans, what could they need?

You have your own problems, and family to feed.



Wear good Hijab? Oh me, Oh my, you’ll be targeted as a Muslim and put to shame.

Just wear no makeup, and dress simple and plain.



Go for Jihad? No not you.

It’s not your problem, what can you do?



Don’t worry about Jannah, your place is reserved.

I promise you’ll get all you deserve.



Preach about Islam, and be nice?

Listen to me, and take my advice!!!



Don’t fast during Ramadan, you’ll feel dead.

Don’t go for Hajj, the heat you’ll dread.



Why give charity, or feed the poor?

Don’t do it I say, They’ll just ask for more.



Don’t visit the Muslims, they’ll bite your back.

Don’t stop your work for prayer, it’s money you lack.



Then he makes you hoard your wealth.

He thinks while he talks, and laughs to himself.



You take me as your friend, and don’t give me a fight.

I’ll take you to hell to gain respite.



On the judgement day we will meet.

Allah’s plan we can not defeat.



Shatan thinks and thinks of more to say.

Say A’ oothoo billahi, and make him run away.



Dear believer, don’t let shatan put you to the test.

You can overcome him, just do your best.



(1) Nafs: Arabic word meaning self. (yourself)
 
beloved

There was a time in my youth,
When Islam was only a custom.
They said "say La IIaha IIIa Allah,..
And pray, you'll go to Heaven."

Ah, how simple, no struggle in this,
Just a word, and simple act.
Thereafter I'm absorbed in this world again,
With my 'assured' place in Paradise intact.

But this was not to be my fate
For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard
When his mission was from the start.

The story of someone who had morals,
Spoke gently, kindness he knew.
Never fearing to say what's right,
His conviction in ISLAM was true.

The touch of his hand was as soft as silk
To comfort a crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
Never complaining, he always smiled.

A living he made with his bare hands,
The same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,

His smell was always of musk,
And cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
Who stink of beer and sweat.

He held the hands of his companions.
Unashamed to play with many children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
That strangers could not recognise him.

His eyes slept little for nights were precious,
His prayers he treasured much greater.
To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.

He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
And bled for me at Ta'if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
Just so I could have this belief.

His enemies admired his teachings,
Uniting every religion, every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,
O, but indeed he was only a man.

To own a house, or build his wealth
Was not his main priority.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
To bring us under a Higher Authority.

Don't you want him to plea for your case,
When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?
Don't you wish to be around his fountain,
A burning desire to drink from his hand?

So I love him more than all creation,
My Leader, my Humble Prophet.
Muhammad (SAWS) was a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is MY BELOVED !
 
non muslim women

When you look at me
All that you can see
is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can't hear
because you're too full of fear,
mouth gaping, all you do is stare

You think it's not my choice
in your own "liberation" rejoice.
You think I'm uneducated,
trapped, oppressed and subjugated,
You're so thankful that you're free.

But non-Muslim woman you've got it wrong
You're the weak and I'm the strong.
For I've rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes - low neck, short skirt
those are devices for pain and hurt.
I'm not falling for that little plan.

I'm a person with ideas and thought.
I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.
I'm me - not a fancy toy,
I won't decorate anyone's arm,
nor be promoted for my charm.
There is more to be than playing coy.

Living life as a balancing game - mother,
daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover
and still bring home a wage.
Who thought up this modern "freedom"?
Where man can love'em and man can leave'em.
This is not free, but life in a cage.
Always jumping to a male agenda
competing on his terms.
No job share, no creche facilities,
no feeding and nappy changing amenities
No time off for menstrual pain,
"hormones" they laugh "what a shame"
No equal pay equal skill
your job they can always fill.
No promotion unless you're sterilised.
No promotion unless you're sexually terrorised.
And this is liberation?

Non-Muslim woman you can have your life.
Mine - it has less strife.
I cover and I get respected,
surely that's to be expected,
for I won't demean the feminine,
I won't live to male criterion,
I dance to my own tune
and I hope you see this very soon.
For your own sake - wake up and use your sight.
Are you so sure that you are right?
 
cold within

Six humans trapped by circumstances,
in bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
or so the story told.



Their dying fire in need of logs,
the first man held his back,
for,of the faces around the fire,
he noticed one man black.



The next man looking across the way,
saw one not of his church,
and couldn't bring himself
to give the fire his stick of birch.


The third one sat in tattered clothes
he gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use,
to warm the idle rich?


The rich man just sat back
and thought of the wealth he had in store,
and how to keep what he had earned
from the lazy, shiftless poor.


The black man's face bespoke revenge
as the fire passed from his sight,
for all he saw in his stick of wood,
was a chance to spite the white.


The last man of this forlorn group
did naught except for gain,
giving only to those who gave,
was how he played the game.


Their logs held tight in death's still hand,
was proof of human sin.


They didn't die from the cold without,
they died from the cold within.
 
kashmir

"What land can boast such treasures to you"
"Ought so sweet: Ought so fair"
"Hey paradise of endless treasure"
"OH my beloved kashmir"


"With its snow capped mountains"

"Thrilling fountains nature has ever given"


"With its innocent people world had never had"
"While its shining face everybody sees"
"While its burning heart nobody means"

"My vale is burning indeed"


"Serpentile coil is winding in its greed"
"What can i do"
"While sun is clouded with dark mist"


"Else shedding tears"
"ALONE IN DEED
 
Abu talib

Surely the Prophet Muhammad, son of Aminah,
Is for me like my own Child.

When he held on to the halter of my camel,
I felt compassion for him,

Even as the white camels were loaded,
Copious tears flowed from my eyes, Tears like scattered pearls

I treated him kindly as befits a close relative
And guarded well the trust of his forefathers concerning him.

I ordered him to ride among paternal uncles,
With white faces, brave swordsmen,

They travelled to the furthest known station
Far indeed was the station where their camels lay down !

When at last the people of Busra saw him,
They met a learned monk who was keeping close watch

He related to them a true account concerning him,
And thus turned back the people of envy

A group of Jews also saw what he saw :
The shade of a white cloud and the glory of a close relative

They went seeking to kill Muhammad, and he restrained them,
And thus engaged in the best of struggle.
 
i am a muslim

I am a Muslim, but only by name
When it comes to practicing, what a shame!
I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie
It's alright if I occasionally lie
Yes I practice, BUT when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases society.
If I show my ankles, they'll point and laugh
They'll think it's too short and reckon I'm daft.
If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They'll reckon I'm a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the sunnah I'll get great reward
But the Kuffaar will look down on me, that I can't afford.
Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name
I make excuses which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I'm a sane man and I'm on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack!
To hide my inferiority complex I protest it's unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I'm a blatant fraudulent
The best thing is no-one can hear what's going on inside
People think I've got it made and with my life I'm satisfied.
But I'm afraid this is a fable and it's a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this I daren't even mention.
If I remain ignorant it's OK, 'cos then I don't have to practice
Yes I'm conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalima and I think I have Imaan
I can't help my attitude - I was placed in a Kufrstaan.
Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name
And with my precious life I'm playing a foolish disastrous game!

A little Muslim from Palestine
I’ll always be a contender
Yes I know my bones are very tender
And by Allah you won’t see me surrender
Look at my eyes/ you’ll see no butterflies
My home is filled with cries …….due to all the lost lives
But I swear by Allah I’ll never compromise
I’ll still throw the stones even with my broken bones
Why can’t I hear from you, don’t you have any phones?
Yes I forgot, you’re not on the chase, try it out and put your self in my place
Soon I’ll return to my lord, the one that deserves every grace
Oh you don’t have to worry because of me you’ll find no trace
You could have sent me at least one dinner plate
I guess it is my fate
It really is to late, why did you wait
And la ilaha ill Allah is my mate
 

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