Continue the Islamic Rhyme

or will you participate in preparing a verbal epistle to your lord ...

Your Lord, the God, the One and Only,

Is it the rivers of honey,
Or the scent of kasturi?
That moves you to pray,
And dhikr while others play?

Is it the allure of the houris,
Or the whispers of the iblis?
That hastens your steps to the mosque,
And adds Quranic verses to your discourse?

What, pray tell, rolls your rosary beads,
And twirls the serban round your virtuous deeds?
Is it the melodious bells that chime in paradise,
Or the wells that overflow with milk and all things nice?

Verily Allah and only Allah, the One and Only,
Verily Allah is the Master of your destiny.
 
Verily Allah is the Master of your destiny.
Do not become a member of Iblis's mutiny.
Desires he whispers in your ears to lead astray.
He's just jealous you will have Jannah one day.
Unbelievers listen to the whispers and God they forget.
You dont wanna end up like them and die with regret.
 
You dont wanna end up like them and die with regret

You fret, you sweat,
You wish this, you wish that,
Run in circles, jump through hoops,
Searching and looking for something that's actually poops.

For what is a man?
A giant? A leviathan?
Sad to say, much to the contrary,
Man, to Allah, is even less than a mote of dust, really.
 
ThisOldMan said:
Man, to Allah, is even less than a mote of dust, really.
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hope in Allah is enough...shrug off the clutches of materialism and be free.
tranced by idealism...cannot change...waiting to be rocked by realism.
where is wisdom when we have no self-knowledge...its in a manual
the criterion folks used to walk miles for to study leaving them with bloody ankles
when prayer was ones favorite buddy
when tongues were ever so ready
- to remember the lord
few words that would dismember this world
and whatever is in it
you hear of heaven...you are here to win it
heaven's scent...sent to your brain cells in a form of a dream
so ever refreshing as your breath escapes the vents.....
waking you up reminding you that heaven is something you must endeavor...knowing life is a short stint <<<<<< this ending

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how could this life be spent to reach heaven, its something you must endeavor to perfect knowing life is a short stint <<<< this ending ?
 
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waking you up reminding you that heaven is something you must endeavor...knowing life is a short stint
Paradise.. even with imagination we don't have a hint
What the actual beauty is far away from reach.
Shaytan trying his best to breach.
Pierce through our thoughts, tryna erase the imagery of Jannah
Only to lead us to temporary amnesia,
But how can we forget our lord and what He has promised
Shaytan and I compete and i won't let him make me miss,
the opportunity that Allah has given me,
To practice, act, change what I see
Inshallah May Allah give me the patience and strength,
That I can give dawah at persistent length
 
Souljette said:
That I can give dawah at persistent length
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until the people say why is he so insistent that this book is god sent
there was a time i was no different, looked around and suddenly there is no mind bend
its all clear...its all here,i see, touch, smell and hear-
how blessed we are by the lord we should fear
entrenched so far we only see the marvel in the technological
having faith is part and parcel of admiring the natural
i don't know about you but I'm rocking my satchel
equipping my mind with Qur'an like a cop that attaches a gun to his belt


wearing a sachel = traveling/traveler
 
i wont carry on from the last line - forget it
i'll just post a random rhyme like i did last time so check it...
there was once a man ...who secluded himself in a room that had just a light bulb in it.
no tv ...no internet, jobless so he'd leave the house only when he'd need to make a dash
- to the masjid. he thought to himself, since its the brain where good and evil clash
he must keep a pure mind but mind the gap its enormous
in it are incessantly giggling women who are amorous.
any healthy man can fall for them, but he loves the prayer.
it keeps him in check, but he's a bachelor and when the devil looks at him the devil says i must 'prey here'
because its too easy - here we have a man who's never touched a woman and is very curious.
look at these beautiful women, he has to give in one day or another, he cannot stay a purist
-forever. but despite the enormity of the threat he endeavors to stay focused on shunning something that fills him up with such enmity.
entities want to break him down but he is holding on tensely
-to the rope of Allah.
he's a shinning star..he's a shinning star
he looks like julaybib..has no money...walks it to everywhere cus he has no car.
he frequents different houses of potential wives to only hear the words ''son, you're not good enough you must stay far!'
he stays positive and says 'this marriage thing doesn't seem to be working i think i must fast'
and that's what he exactly did...he went from 75kgs to 55kgs but actually he is at ease spiritually and when the storm hits.
he withdraws to his room with only the light-bulb in it.
 
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right from the start
this brother tried turn on the bulb in his heart
but the bulb wouldnt flicker
coz he was such a sinner
sin was his dinner
making shaytan his winner

this boy looks to a light thats not his
strong - bright - not knowing what it is
a gentle soul - nurtured by good
the closer he draws - the more he realises he should

the light brings brightness to him
lighting up what was once dim
 
IbnAbdulHakim said:
the light brings brightness to him
lighting up what was once dim
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he forgets all his desires and whims
for in the seas of sins he once swimmed

but now he's repentant back to his Lord
with resentment in his heart and tears in his eyes
and in his hand sword
ready to fight in the path of Allaah...
 
Haafizah said:

ready to fight in the path of Allaah...
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The soldiers told him 'don't move stay where you are!'
'look at him tremble'' ''are you scared?'' he looked at them and said ''i have no fear except the fear of Allah.
they aimed at his temple wrapped with a bandana printed with islamic emblem.
they told him to denounce his faith..he stood firm and said no...it left them in a frantic tantrum.
one of the soldiers said ''this muslim guy wont budge but i bet if i fired this bullet at his head he wont be able to dodge.''
he knew he wouldn't garner no sympathy from them...so he said ''i live for the hereafter..you live for this world until your plans are botched.
''death will catch you one day! as you feed your desires and inclinations
-and as for me im a traveller and if you decide to kill me i will have reached my destination.
 
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my destination set by pre - destination
men have this fascination to try
wiv a lack of contemplation
to achieve a fate opposin his lords persuasion
wiv a mind sunk deep - immersion
into this worlds perversion
every type of sin and coercion
every single one in concentration
wiv no hope for emancipation
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till to our lord... we submit in prostration....
gratification...
solutions come drifting - no long an abomination
salvation in reach perversion defeated
... towards jannah... time for celebration :)
 
IbnAbdulHakim said:
... towards jannah... time for celebration :)
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a cessation of tyrannical rule gives us an indication that sand ni.ggers riding on mules
-will be seen as cool..by all people as the mahdi takes over - no crown jewels
-just a white thowb and a turban..strolling through the city..living an urban life.
no more injustice...no more thievery
despots were stopped and now find themselves looking through prison bars sheepishly.
asking things like 'can i have a teddy bear to sleep with me' out of senility
 
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senility...


for those who suffer public humility
robbed of a stable mind
elderly feeble - perhaps he was once kind
but now his sons leave him - they dont look behind
his wife is burdened - his children are madenned
and he cant figure out the reasons why
he doesnt know how Allah most high
has had a plan from the beginnin for a man who keeps sinnin
that if Allah bestows good - to a man who shows no gratitude for his food
then in just a moment he can lower to the ground...
where munkar and nakir shall be found...
 
Found on the ground
With so much around
So much pain, so much hurt
Prostrating on the floor
With all this pain fizzing inside..
What did I do?
To make myself this way?
If only I had stayed true to
myself and my deen
If only, we always say..
Change now, before there's no tomorrow..

(Sorry, not necessarily rhyming, but read with beats.. (",))
 
change before theres no tomorrow

i get happy when i think i kno
that theres a sweet place to which I will go
i;ll see some beauty i aint seen this way
and im willing to empty my bank account and pay
to go for a day to a place which may thrill me



but when i hear about jannah
how many of us actually wanna
spend every night and day
shedding tears as we pray
askin Allah to give us nothin but that promised place



your not alone...
i too lack that intense desire and belief..
how dare we think Allah will give us relief...
 
IbnAbdulHakim said:
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how dare we think Allah will give us relief...
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When our minds are diseased and our hearts are in need
- to be drenched by the beauty of islam, but how can we?
when our hearts and our minds are captivated by western ideals
a modern muslim who seeks to loosen up a bit and integrate fully into society (whatever that means)
a muslim ruled by another muslim dictator and all they seek is democracy
but what good is it.. if all of candidates are puppets and one is chosen democratically?
and the white men with shades at the back
over-seeing every single stage
the whole thing is staged
the whole thing is a page
taken out from the book 'how to deploy puppets and make a wholesome change
- with in a region' written by western imperialists
perfect for causing interior rifts
for those who have inferior complexities
and can't do anything on their own despite having dexterity
so how dare we think Allah will give us relief?
when we lack the belief in our abilities
and are shaky at our knees whenever we are confronted by our enemies
 
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and enemies indeed
planting seeds to inculcate evil deeds
each seed is so small , almost hidden
but gentle droplets are given
so gently and slowly that the mind ignores
whilst the seed inside grows and grows
till one day this evil seed is grown
but now we cant see it... no matter how much we're shown...
 

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