Collected Poems

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seed within

An infantile seed, carried by the wind,
whirls around until reaching its final goal.

Its roots extend and then take firm hold,
embedded deeply within the nourishing soil.

Hence springs forth, for all eyes to behold,
the glorious vision of a grand sycamore.

Indeed is the Plan, the best of Designs,
Decreed by the Wisdom of our Mighty Lord.

Each creation carries its own seed within,
following along a similar course.

A miniscule entity may be our start,
ahead of us, great things may be in store.

The outcome of our seed is yet to be seen.
That which we reap proceeds from what we sow.

Indeed is the Plan, the best of Designs,
Decreed by the Wisdom of our Great Creator.
 
does it matter

"Where we go, you cannot follow.
What we must do, you must steer clear of.
Whom we are, you shall not become.

For those who have sought the truth, we find it.
For those who have suffered, we fight for.
For we are the ones who have not suffered,
and have not sought the truth.

In their name, do we go."

"The sun's light shines on my face
As I see the dawn arise over the horizon.
I realise that it is time, to pay reverence
To my sovereign Lord.

I see the rays of the light come through the clouds
And I see a new land before my eyes;
Far different than the one I saw
In the day past.

I cannot imagine how it was different before
Only that it was
And so was I.

For both I and the land
Have experienced a rebirth.
A new life, as the sun arose,
And we arose
From our slumber.

Thank the Almighty
For the gift of life."

"I have the spirit within me.
How strong it is, I do not know.
But I know that it is of a type of glory
I have never before experienced.
It is the type that can deliver a man
Into the depths of evil in this world
Or raise his entire civilisation
Into the skies above.

It is a noble glory.
It cannot be taken by another man.
It cannot be broken
By an outside force.
It cannot be shaken
By the external.
But, and this is unfortunate;
It can have all of these done
By myself."

"Tell me people, how should I identify my nationality?
I am neither Emirati nor English, neither Egyptian nor Sudani.
But I carry the blood of them all.

Does it matter? We are all one family.

Tell me people, how should I identify my faith?
I am not Christian nor Jew, but I am not Sunni nor Shia,
not Hanbali nor Ibadite.

Does it matter?

I hail only from where I am. I follow only that which
I believe to be true. I follow no man; I only follow God.

And I am a Muslim."
 
smile

She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.

He remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.

The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.

The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.

The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.

After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.

He didn't know at that moment
that he might be facing his doom.

On the way he picked up a shivering puppy
And took him home to get warm.

The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm.

That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.

He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.

One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be President.

All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent.

...and THAT is the power of a smile! So smile away :)

The Messenger of Allah, upon whom be peace, said:
"Every good deed is sadaqah (charity). To meet your
brother with a smiling face and to pour out from your
bucket into his container are sadaqah."
 
islam is here

Islam is peace, Islam is ease,
Islam's not danger or disease.
Islam is love and prosperity.
Islam's not hatred or adversity.

Islam is salvation through repentence.
Islam has love for all in abundance.
Islam means no harm or affliction.
Islam implores you with affection.

Islam is neither maze nor craze.
Islam is giving Allah all praise.
Islam is acing through the race.
Islam will be on everyone's face.

Islam is worshipping only the Creator.
Islam's not mere numbers on a calculator.
Islam gives you power when you surrender.
Islam's not a terrorist or for a pretender.

Islam is patience and perseverance.
Islam eases your vengeance through tolerance.
Islam is life for all eternity.
Islam gives you respect, moreover dignity.

Islam is winning hearts through honesty
Islam is giving openly in charity
Islam makes you wholesome and trustworthy
Islam is in wealth as well as in poverty.

Islam is your shield against all evil.
Islam is for your soul's retrieval.
Islam not fundamentalism or fanaticism.
Islam's not nationalism or racism.

Wake up, people, Islam is here.
Islam is here, so have no fear.
 
moment of no doubt

Sometimes I think about
the moment of no doubt
the fate that reached every
tall short person
thin be he, or stout
when it came it just came

just like that
the intensity of the pain
unconcievable by the brain
they said it was like
70 swords aimed to strike
how can I bear that if
when only by a cut,
my arm will get so stiff
How will i act.....
What will I say....
I can't just run away
from facing that day
All I can do is Pray
to Allah everyday
in hope that he may
make it a simple day

I heard that some hallucinated
and from the pain
commited blasphemy
now.... I really won't like
that to happen to me
at least because
at that moment of pain
I'll be under so much strain
that caring about someone else
would be the least
Will I go to Janah
what my soul always desired?
or will I be sent
directly to the hellfire?
........just like that

My soul always tells me:
"No ,that won't happen to you....
you are a pious man
with a heart
overflown with Iman
Allah will spare you
from the pain"....

But how can that be true....
When the Prophet sent to you
better than you and him.....
peace be upon him
suffered these moments too
.....just like that

Or are you better than him?!?!?

So my advice for you
......and for me too
is to stick to The Book
sent by The Creator of man
(and every other thing)
The Holy Quran
and read a part daily ,
at least one chapter
this insha Allah
is good for the Hereafter
not only reading....
....understanding too
Quran and Sunnah ...
stick to these two

Is it too hard
to do that at once?
Well, ... and so is
... entering Paradise
So DO IT ........
that is my advice...
.....just like that

and pray for the person
who wrote this poem
so he won't be punished
..... just like that
 
i wonder

if Prophet Muhammad (SAW) visited you, just for a day or two
If he came unexpectedly, I wonder what you would do?
Oh I know you would give your nicest room,
to such an honored guest
And you would surely serve him, your very very best.

You would be your finest, cause you're glad to have him there
That serving him in you're home, would be a joy without compare.
But when you see him coming, would you meet him at the door
With your arms outstretched in welcome,
for your respected visitor.

Or would you run to change your clothes, before you let him in
And hide some magazines to put the Quran, where they had been?
Would you still watch those movies, on your TV set
Or would you switch it off, before he gets terribly upset.

Would you turn off the radio, and hope that he had not heard
And wish that you did not sing, that song word by word?
Would you hide your worldly things,
and instead take the Hadith books out
Could you let him walk right in, or would you rush about?

And I wonder...if the Prophet (SAW) spent, a day or two with you
Would you go on doing the things, that you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things, that you always say
Would life for you continue, as it does from day to day.

Would your family conversations, keep up their usual pace
And would you find it hard at each meal, to say a table grace?
Would you keep up each and every prayer,
without putting on a frown
And would you always jump up early, to say your Fajr at dawn?

Would you sing the songs you always sing,
and read the books you read
And let him know the things on which,
your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take the Prophet (SAW) with you,
everywhere you plan to go?
Or would you maybe change your plans, just for a day or so?

Would you be glad to have him meet, your very closest friends
Or, would you hope they stay away, until his visit ends?
Would you be glad to have him stay, forever on and on
Or would you sigh with great relief, when at last he has gone.

It might be interesting to know,
the things that you would really do
If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) came, to spend some time with you.
 
star

Once I looked up to the sky
in the night and I saw
bright star sparkling there
in the darkness of the night
and I said who are you?
what are you doing over there
tell me please,
tell me who put you over there
she looked down at me
with a smile on her face
like a rose in the shadow of the bush
little one don't you know?
why it is that I am standing over here?
it is Allah who made me
and made you and the earth
then I said pretty one
tell me please tell me how
how to be just like you
very pure, very high, very nice
once again pretty face shined again
little one listen well
little one take good care
fear Allah every where
worship him night and day
then I said pretty face pray for me to Allah
I thank you pretty face
I love you for your care
 
muslim women

You look at me and call me oppressed,
~~
Simply because of the way I'm dressed,
~~
You know me not for what's inside,
~~
You judge the clothing I wear with pride,
~~
My body's not for your eyes to hold,
~~
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,
~~
I'm an individual, I'm no mans slave,
~~
It's Allahs pleasure that I only crave,
~~
I have a voice so I will be heard,
~~
For in my heart I carry His word,
~~
" O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
~~
So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk",
~~
Man doesn't tell me to dress this way,
~~
It's a Law from God that I obey,
~~
Oppressed is something I'm truly NOT,
~~
For liberation is what I've got,
~~
It was given to me many years ago,
~~
With the right to prosper, the right to grow,
~~
I can climb moutains or cross the seas,
~~
Expand my mind in all degrees,
~~
For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
~~
When He sent Islam,
~~
To You and Me!
 
man trail

This is the story of an average human
From his story there is so much to learn

"I work through life working day and night
Let me tell you of my miserable plight
Before that, let me thank Allah Most Merciful too
That's why I'm sharing my story with you

From young I was told I had to be the best
I must learn to score for my exams and tests
I studied hard to be the top in class
So that my friends will respect me with all the fuss

In my youth days, I was actually insecure
So much temptations and many are impure
I prayed sparingly but it didn't help me
Why couldn't I feel that Allah was watching me?

I wanted to be the cream of the cake
I didn't allow myself to make a single mistake
I wanted more friends and also be praised
When I didn't get complimented, I felt so dazed
I began to doubt myself again and again
Was I not good enough or was I insane?
I was feeling inadequate for my lack of looks
Was I too fat, short, or did my smile give the spooks?
I learnt to dress up in trendy clothes bought from stores
I wanted people to look at me and say 'wow' in awe

I wanted to be adored, praised and be popular
Success to me is to be top scholar
I wanted to shower myself in fame
I also hoped to earn a big name
I studied hard and topped my school high
I believe that to make friends, success is a tool

Whenever I was with friends and my date was just beside
I felt the pressure to display my witty side
I'm afraid my friends would leave me if I'm not nice enough
So I bought them gifts and other good stuff
Branded clothes, car, intelligence and friends indeed
You may think I have all that I need
But I'm still unhappy inside and I don't even know why
Was I not good enough, too ugly or too shy?

At work, I pleased my boss to show him I was the best
I treated my colleagues lunch and sacrificed all my rest
I was afraid that my boss disliked me if I lazed about
In front of him, I did my best and tried to stand out
Then I climbed the corporate ladder and be my own boss
Finally, I was successful but I was still in a loss
I was cheerful outside but scared inside
I was not even sure what I'm doing is right

I looked around to see all my best friends
I wonder if they still like me if my wealth ends?
I cannot bear to face rejection or even fail
If I become poor and old, will my friendships be stale?
I work hard, but who am I trying to impress?
The fear of losing my reputation is causing me stress
I want friends to respect me forever and ever
I could imagine my friendship to sever

But alas! My business failed me terribly
I was down with illness and suffered painfully
All the people whom I thought were faithful friends
Left me because my status has no stands
I'm left alone and wonder whether it is true?
To make good friends, wealth matters too?

I looked at the side of my bed and saw the Qur'an
Guilt enveloped me because the Qur'an I have read none
Since I was alone and feeling so bored
I explored the Qur'an to know about Allah the Lord

True Muslims friends start to befriend me
It doesn't matter whoever I'll be
They accept me and love me despite my flaws
I don't have to make them like me by using force
I don't have to impress Allah with my witty charm
I already know Allah loves us and protects us from harm

With Allah's help, we can attain peace in self
So let's put doubt back in Satan's shelf
If there are problems with work and with men
Please remember that it's part of Allah's plan
Ask from Allah because He listens to us always
Allah will help us with His Kindness and Grace

I met a man who is unfortunately blind
He then advised me with words so kind
He said, 'Love yourself and be grateful for what you are
You owe it to Allah for coming this far

Allah loves us and makes us Muslims
But many people don't appreciate it, it seems
It doesn't matter if we're poor or earn less
Allah loves who we are and He cares
Don't do good deeds if you do it for show
Or else your spiritual status will sink below

If you're humble, do good deeds and pray to Allah Most Wise
You can earn yourself a place in Paradise
Good Muslims overcome worries and insecurity
They are unfazed even if they are treated with hostility

Why be a slave to affluence and glamour?
Why worry if we are not witty with humour?
Always be yourself, dear brother, have no pretence
Allah will still love you, even if you don't have any fans
Why be afraid, dear brother, when friends shun away
When Allah is there for you it's always that way.'

After the blind man left, my mind started working
I was still surprised and truth starts coming
It seems that I may be a boss or lying here poor
but good Muslims greet me with salaam, a smile and no fear

I kept wondering, what is success to me?
Is it about having friends, or earning a good degree?
I had all these and yet I was not satisfied
Could it be because that Allah was not on my side?

Then I realize that I have been foolish
My INSECURITY is the one that was my leash
Why was I ungrateful to Allah Most Great?
Allah's helping us all the way as Fate

Oh! I'm ashamed for being so proud
When my success was actually a passing cloud!
Now I realize my great big mistake
So I do more good deeds now with sincerity and no fake

Let's learn from this life and tread the virtuous road
Remember that this world is only a temporary abode
Now I live through my life devoted to the Islamic cause
And repent, so Allah will love me despite my flaws."

Remember true success is not about having lots of friends
In fact, it is about passing Allah's tests
Happiness is not about showing off your generous part
In fact, it's about the ATTITUDE of your heart

Say: 'I like who I am and I'm glad to be me
I love being a Muslim and Allah sets my heart free!
I can feel in my mind and in my little heart bone
I confess - with Allah around, I know I'm never alone'.
 
2 busy

Everyday as i wake up at dawn
My mind start working the moment i yawn
There were many things to do, o dear!
That's why i hastily did my Subuh prayer
I didn't have the time to sit longer to
praise the Lord
To me rushing out after prayer is nothing odd...

Since school, i had been busy every minute
Completing my tutorials and handing it in
My ECAs took up most of my time always
No time did i have to Allah to pray
Too many things to do and zikir is rare
For Allah, I really had no time to spare..

When i grew up and started my career
Working all day to secure my future
When I reached home, I prefered to have fun
I chatted on the phone but i didn't read the Quran
I spent too much time surfing the Internet
Sad to say, my faith was falling flat...

The only time i have left is weekends
During which i prefer window shopping with friends
I couldn't spare time to go to the mosque
I'm too busy, that's the BIG EXCUSE...

I did my five prayers but did so quickly
After prayer, I didn't sit longer to reflect quietly
I didn't have time to help the needy ones
I was loaded with work as my precious time runs

No time at all to visit a sick Muslim friend
To orphans and elderly, I hardly lent a hand
I'm too busy to do community service
When there were gatherings, I helped the least

My life was already full of stress
So i didn't counsel a Muslim in distress
I didn't spend much time with my family
B'coz i thought, doing so is a waste of time...

No time to share with non-Muslim about Islam
Even though I know, inviting causes no harm
No time to do Sunnah prayers at all
All these contribute to my imaan's fall..

I'm busy here and busy there
I've no time at all, that's all i care
I went for religious lessons, just once in awhile
Coz i'm too busy making a pile...

I worked all day and i slept all night
Too tired for Tahajjud and it seemed not right
To me, earning a living was already tough
so i only did basic deeds but that's not enough..

No time at all, to admire God's creation
No time to praise All_h and seek His Compassion
Although I know how short is my life
For Islam, I really didn't strive..

Finally the day comes, when the Lord calls for me
And I stood before Him with my Life's History

I feel so guilty b'coz i should have prayed more
Isn't that what a Muslim lives for?
To thank Allah and do more good deeds
And the Quran is for us all to read..

Now at Judgement Day, I'm starting to fret
I've wasted my life but it's too late to regret
My entry to Paradise depend on my good behaviour
But i've not done enough nor did proper prayer

My "good deed book" is given from my right
An angel opened my "book" and read out my plight.
Then the angel chided me....

"O You Muslim servant, you are the one,
Who is given enough time, yet not much is done
Do you know that your faith is loose?
saying "no time" is only an excuse.
Your "good deed book" should be filled up more
with all the good work you stood up for..

Hence, I only recorded those little good deeds
As I say this, I know your eyes will mist..
I was about to write some more, you see
But i did not have, THE TIME to list".......
 
learn

Bosnian youth rendered shelterless in the snow capped heights
No hope, no aid, not even a grain of food to fill his appetite
Left in the open to shiver to death at night
Encountered by starvation in the day and the Serbian might
With faith in his heart, like a glimmer of light
He picks up arms to avenge his people's sorry plight
A terrorist they call him and terrorism his fight
Only to stop their crimes from coming under light
A fanatic, extremist, fundamentalist he is portayed
But the light of Eeman and the zeal in his heart
Cannot be diminished by propaganda so farce
A Palestinian boy with a sling in his hand
Pelting stones at the occupiers of the Holy Land
A terrorist he is by the law of this age
Agonized and tortured like a bird locked in his cage;
Marching on silently to death in captivity
To break free from the fetters of an unbearable agony
From the valley of Kashmir, rise the cries of the oppressed
The tortured, terrified, raped and suppressed
With weapons in their hand and their cause so sublime
Waging "jihad" against the barbarians of their time
A struggle for peace, against injustice and oppression
Against the killings and destruction, the torture not to mention
Yet the World turns it's eye blind towards the atrocities perpetrated
The people maimed and the violence so naked
In the freezing cold of Grozny's plains
Land missiles, bombs and shells unrestrained
Roofs blown off and buildings razed
Civilians carnaged and buried in mass graves
An army drunken, let loose like dogs untamed
To dishonour the people, like beasts insane
"Concerned we are", says the hypocrite Uncle Sam
Yet gloats and cares not even a ****
"Terrorists", they are branded, with bloodstains on their own hands
So shamelessly they commiserate with the oppressor, committing massacres in the land
When shall we learn?
And not just cry for help and yearn?
For the global powers to intervene
Is it not enough, what we have seen?
From the bombardment of Iraq and Lebanon
To the land mines in Afghanistan
And the mass graves in Bosnia and Kosovo
To the human right abuses in Kashmir
When shall we learn?
And not just cry for help and yearn?
That we are the architects of our own destiny
And not the western help, nor its money
Uncle Sam, UN and NATO shall never intervene
Except when the mass graves are dug and the blood bath is over
 
allah

We seek Allah's protection
From Shaitan's evil mind;
And begin with the name of Allah
Most Merciful, Most Kind
 
thankyou

Thank you Allah

Thank You Allah for all that You give
I know sometimes I'm naughty so please forgive.
Please teach me to be good every day
and let my heart be ready and willing to pray.
Thank You Allah for Your Prophet whom I love,
please raise him in rank in Paradise above.
 
Allah

Allah


Before summertime, the cherry blossom looks like pink icing
The ground beneath shoots up daffodils
Trumpeting their praises to Allaah (Subhanahu wa ta’ala)
During summer the days are long and hot
The trees are green and shady.
Flowers bloom bright and perfumed
Bees hover and drive for pollen.
Before wintertime, Allah paints the leaves red, orange, and gold.
They cover the springy moss with a colorful carpet.
Squirrels scurry, choosing the juiciest nuts to store for their winter larder.


In winter Allah causes the earth to die hard and cold
He permits water to form stalactites and fossilize animal bones
Reminding us that He is the One who brings back to life His creation...
 
When I Was I

When I was Ill


One day when I was feeling ill
a sparrow flew on to my window sill.
He didn't see me tucked up in bed
as he pecked away at a piece of bread.


I thought of how he could fly
when I, in bed could only lie.
I thought how Allah had made him small
and then of dinosaurs, and giraffes so tall.


I thought of many, many things
some with four legs, others with wings.
I thought how wonderful Allah is
because everything around me is really His.
 
Re: thankyou

:sl:

Mashallah nice poems
but we have a poetry section in the Islamic Multimedia section :)
 
Thankyou Allah

We Thank you Allah


For All the things
we have today;
for all our friends
we love so much
for home, for food
for work and play,
we thank you,
Oh Allah
 
Allah

Allah is One
Related to none
Allah is One!
No father, no mother
No sister, no brother
No daughter, no son
Allah is One!
 

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