My Poems.

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Consciousness of Allah..

Allah is my Creator,
He was the Prophet's teacher,
His life pattern I must follow,
Or to Hell I'll surely go.

His Bounties to me are many,
Day Or night,
Wet or sunny.
Amongst the best is the Qur'aan,
A light of truth to Jinn & man.

I'm told to pray five times a day,
Remember Him in what I do or say,
Be good to people black or white,
And say to them that which is right.

I must not follow my own desire,
Often the Devil my thoughts would inspire,
I must yield to the Qur'aan & Sunnah,
Then will I gain Allah's Jannah!

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Morning Has Broken
(from the Psalms of David/ i.e., The Saboor of Dawud)
Recorded By: Cat Stevens

Morning has broken,
like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken,
like the first bird

Praise for the singing,
praise for the morning

Praise for the springing
fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall,
sunlit from heaven

Like the first dewfall,
on the first grass....

Praise for the sweetness
of the wet garden

Sprung in completeness
where his feet pass...

Mine is the sunlight,
mine is the morning

Born of the one light,
eden saw play...

Praise with elation,
praise every morning

God's recreation
of the new day
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when I entered the priesthood seminary - we used to sing this during the morning mass...

when I embraced Islam... this song echoed in my mind every Fajr salah...

and everytime... I feel like tears would burst from my eyes...

knowing that Allah - created another day for me to walk on this beautiful life... and if this life is already beautiful... how much more is paradise.

Allahu-akbar!...
 
Did u know that:
If you were to live for 60 years..
20 years will be spent on sleep?
About 15 years will be spent as a pre-baligh?

So, You just have like 15 years to spend on ibadaat!!!



#hows this 4 ?
 
Al-Zaara said:
End the Lies!!!

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Liars and grudges, shapes the evilness in every person's light.
Can't help it, can't deny it, it's coming closer by day, by night.

I seem to misunderstand everyone around me, even the liars and fools.
Can't pick and choose, who's trustable water or a lying tool.
I have to stay stronger, when I'm getting weaker
I have to stay sound, when sense is the last I'll come around.

Mashallahhh you are talented sister mashallah...i liked the first two poems could realllyyy relate to them...​
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The "Holy" Fools
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Stop causing children pain. Stop this stupid power-game.
You're not alone and it's not all about you.
Give yourself a break, and leave those blood-filled tools.
War causes only pain, and people are walking in vain.
Stop it now.​


Crying children. Dying mothers,
Tortured fathers.​


This is what war is, this is what that land is.
O Israeli, look at your holy land
O Palestinian, look at your holy land
Filled with the blood of innocent ones,
haunting the nights of guilty ones.​


O people of the holy land,​



This is not what Moses wanted you to have,
But what the devil has granted you access to.​


So,
Are we now two?
To stop this massacre,
by the "holy" fools.​



- Al-Zaara, 5th of January 2008 (c)

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mashallah all these pomes are good and i like the first 1 and the second one and i also like The "Holy" Fools
 
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Wow, I haven't written any poems in a long time. Thank you all for commenting!

It really bothers me, 'cause I like rhymes and poems. Here is the latest I wrote, inshaAllah you all like it. There is a story behind it, but dunno if you all wanna hear it, so if yes, do ask me to tell. :p


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Only Your Name

The wind called your name
My eyes I closed and I heard
The wind called your name
All of the sudden, wiping away my pain

I opened my eyes, looked around
A beautiful flower I saw on the ground
and picked the flower, I heard its say!

It called Your name, oh it called Your name .

Up I looked, up to the sky so blue
No cloud could be seen, so blue the colour had been

Oh it called Your name, only Your name.

I ran and ran, the grass was mild to my small feet
The wind blew away my grief
The flowers smiled, their blooms so beautiful to my young eyes
Running still, my destination I didn't know
But they all called, and I had to find out.

The sweet butterfly, it flied pass me
I said please stay for a while,
It didn't stay, but I heard its say

Oh it called Your name, only Your name.

I stopped, and down fell a small raindrop.
In the middle of my hand, there it fell, so fast,
Without a warning it came, a little raindrop.

Oh it called Your name, only Your name.

Years have passed, I have changed
But I went back just to see it all the same.

My tears wouldn't stop, like the raindrop

Oh I called Your name, only Your name.
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Oh my, sorry for taking so long. It's a little long story, but inshaAllah, tomorrow I'll shortly explain to ya. :thumbs_up
 

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