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My body, mind and heart intact
belief is more than an empty act
the devil is offering a sinful pact
subtley attempting to distract
me from this righteous din contract.

O Lord........
I just want to be one of those guys
who turns his head to look at the skies
with baited breath and a glint inmy eyes
and a smile even when the sinner cries

On the final day, the last of plans
mountains will turn to nought but sand
I strive to be of those who stand
And recieve their book in their right hand

Most the People are Running and crying
coz its to late now and there scared of frying
breast fed babies abandoned and lying
amid those who know theres worse than dying

Some appear drunk but their just in shock
its judgement day and were all in the dock
theres no more time left on the clock
as hell looms up and the gates unlock

There is no choice as we stand in our places
Allah is checking individual cases
the evil kafirs by their sinful traces
driven by angels made to walk on their faces

fifty thousand years we wait
to hear of what will be our fate
thankfull slave or low ingrate
depths of hell or Jannahs gate.

O Lord....
You have bestowed me of your grace
help me battle to earn my place
among the best of the human race
that one day I might see your face

Help me be a righteous man
give me knowledge so I can
grow in the light of our Islam
and build a tower of imaan
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my style ....i dont have any...its too jumbled up....your work is organised
 
Lonely night and it just gets colder
the depth of her pain is another year older
If only shed listened when her mother told her
the drugs and vice were going to mould her

just sixteen when the streets enticed
an innocent girl to a life of vice
to exist this way you pay a price
the world is cold like sheer black ice

First it was pot
and not such a lot
and the men she met
helped her forget
that the first in line
was lost in time
but it feels so bad
when raped by dad.

At first she numbed the aching pain
by running far and staying sane
but now she has to stab a veign
to feel at all, to try again

Money came when she laid with men
she was in demand way back then
shed aged 4 years but it felt like ten
robbed of her looks by heroin

Lawyers , doctors, police and others
would take her body on filthy covers
then go back home to their faithful lovers
stole her soul yet noone bothers

Men had ruined the poor girls life
ruined her chance to become a wife
ruined her body and left her strife
one of them ruined her with a knife

Lay on the floor
this low class *****
could feel the blood
as it started to pour
He slashed her arm
and stabbed her back
then kicked her face
and stole her smack
visions came
a face in the rain
men all the same
had caused her pain
she had been slain
a life in vain
a lonely death
a dirty stain
she felt insane
and noone came
to sooth her anxious sobs.

The girl was filth the girl was scum
then she knew that shed hurt her mum
As she lay dying in a backyard slum
She cried to God "send someone"

Thats when the sister of Islam
heard her cries and quickly ran
to help the girl that was her plan
to help a victim of a sickening man

To late now she was nearly dead
The sister sat supporting her head
and told the girl in this time of dread
of the one sweet man who loved instead

"There once was a men better by far
than the rest of them,he was a star
to lead them out of this dark dunya
the greatest man, Rasulullah" (pbuh)

"Within his heart there was no sin
he would never have hurt the body your in
he would only have helped you kick the pin
and helped you grow from deep within"

In her last few moments the girl held tight
the sisters hand and tried to fight
to hear more of the man of light
but death was here and now in sight

"I beleive you" , through the blood and bile
her voice was lost, this scene so vile
prooved to be her winning trial
she looked at the sister and died with a smile,
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*shakes head in awe* I really don't know where to start lol. I wanted to pick out the lines that most reflected the depth of your heart and mind, not to mention your way with words, but there are just too many! I don't think you're really aware of the magnitude of talent Allah has blessed you with. Please bro, if you can.. imagine me begging you to publish your own book of Islamic poems. Wallahi, I'd be really sad if you didn't. Bi idhnillah, you can inspire people to change their lives through your poetry. I am sure! :D


Inspiring, emotional, clever and funny too.. this line was just ;D what an observation and incoporation into your poetry LOL! ;D
"you'll soon be a man" she announces with glee
"with those hairs on your chin" (she must have had 3!)
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May Allah bless you and your family and take your talent to greater heights ~ Ameen :statisfie

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Scents of Jannah said:
*shakes head in awe* I really don't know where to start lol. I wanted to pick out the lines that most reflected the depth of your heart and mind, not to mention your way with words, but there are just too many! I don't think you're really aware of the magnitude of talent Allah has blessed you with. Please bro, if you can.. imagine me begging you to publish your own book of Islamic poems. Wallahi, I'd be really sad if you didn't. Bi idhnillah, you can inspire people to change their lives through your poetry. I am sure! :D


Inspiring, emotional, clever and funny too.. this line was just ;D what an observation and incoporation into your poetry LOL! ;D


May Allah bless you and your family and take your talent to greater heights ~ Ameen :statisfie

:rock:
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Jazak Allahu Khyran sister. I would still really like to get the charity book going, later in yr I hope to be able to fund it. You have a quality to you writting that sets you apart too, the ability to form lumps in the throats of remote readers is a gift, you too should publish a book, I will buy first copy
 
Jazak Allahu Khyran sister. I would still really like to get the charity book going, later in yr I hope to be able to fund it.
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wa iyyak bro, InshaAllah it will happen. Ameen..

You have a quality to you writting that sets you apart too, the ability to form lumps in the throats of remote readers is a gift, you too should publish a book, I will buy first copy
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lol thanks bro - snap!
I'm working on something (besides poems) at the moment.. can't wait to share inshaAllah. Please keep me in your duaas. : )
 
He walked for miles that dreadful day
in hope of getting bread
the blisters weeping on his feet
should have wept for him instead

For he kissed his mum and left at dawn
he headed for the town
at 6 years old he knew to well
he couldnt let them down

The sellers were few as men were scared
and forced by enemy fire
to cower in the merky depths
lest violence they inspire

So the little boy looked long and hard
a tireless infants quest
to support the ones who loved him most
he searched without a rest

Eventually he came across
a loaf both stale and dry
through strength of love witheld desires
to break and eat and cry

Miles again, his walk was hard
but his parents now would eat
his mum would cry and fetch a pale
and wash his bleeding feet

But he would look into her eyes
and smile an aged smile
even though hes 6 years old
hed repeat every mile

The deepest wound he could endure
the aching sores and pain
would melt away to nothing
as his mum had bread again

He turned the last street corner
and took a double take
he must have come the wrong way
there must be some mistake

He dropped the bread and ran toward
the rouble in the place
that used to be his home and now
of it there was no trace

screaming, sickening the sound
to make an angel cry
the depth of loss at 6 years old
he wished that he could die

His mother lying smashed and dead
his fathers body burnt
their legs and arms were twisted
of pain this boy had learned

A little boy with an empty plate
the victim of a religious hate
orphaned by a terrorist state
awaits his written fate.

And the tanks roll in................
 
Omg! :ooh::cry:

unbelievable! I felt I was there... exceptional poetry mashaAllah..
 
Been looking at life through a golden haze
trying to make a difference in different ways
Gonna help out big time one of these days
change the world, or so he says

But his.............

deeds are worthless
words are mirthless
he believes in gods and his gods
are SURPLUSS
Will never get it right coz his god
is JESUS(pbuh)
he wants to save souls and it makes
me NERVOUS

Hes been to Africa to save mens souls
but his system of belief is riddled with holes
Down through Europe for spiritual gain
and along with the cross he brought blood and pain
he came in the guise of the king of Etheopia
his intention clear,was to destroy Allahs Kabbah
stopped dead in his tracks in the heart of Arabia
birds with rocks came to stone the blasphemer.

hes a modern guy from a modern brand
from a modern church in a modern land
hes got modern faith in a godly man
from the 5th revision of the king james plan

Hes edged his bets, hes born again
he evangalises now and then
his love is proof hes the best of his kind
but hes lost to God and his eyes are blind

him and his kin
are free from sin
a man came along
and took it for him
took for his own
and he realy believed
the seeds hes sown
will not be retreived
But the day will come
he,ll find no-one
no saviour god/man
and nowhere to run

He needs to.........

Look round
throw down
shirk belief and kneel down
seek the light of Islam
listen to the pure sound
of Adhan
calling man
back toward the real plan
by the grace of Allah
building up our imaan
open up his heart and feed it with
the Qur'an
be greeted by the brothers who wish him only
salaam
Turn his back
get back on track
leave the system that is nought but
Haraam

Ask forgiveness of the one and only Planner
live his life in an Islamic manner
becuase then and only then will he ever get to
Jannah.
 
The Returning

Like the windblown chaff of a sifted crop
their fates were scattered wide,
Bourne away and lodged therein
the places they would hide

A wretchedness that tortures them
no other can console
As only God alone doth know
the blight upon their souls

Dispute ye not their guilt and blame
nor quantify their shame
far worse than devils are those men
who murder, rape and maim

Butchered they, the innocent
made captives of the free
they starved and mutilated
experimentally

The once strong monsters of the Reich
now aged bags of bone
hidden among us, cling to life
each facing death alone

Haunted by the foul and rotten
deeds, of which they're forced
to contemplate,thier reviled acts
of the nazi holocaust

Yet you and I might chance a smile
of passive retribution
As death doth grip their putrid souls
in hellish execution

Ours is not to hate or scorn
ours is but to warn
of the recompense awaiting all
from the moment we are born

So judge ye not, lest ye be judged
the evil we percieve
as only Allah knows the hearts
of people who believe
 
WOW akhi! Reading your poems is like watching being a diamond being cut. They just get better and better mashaAllah. (Not that they were 'rough' to begin with lol.)


Like the windblown chaff of a sifted crop
their fates were scattered wide,

^awesome!
 
Tony said:
Stories of happiness, struggles and pain
from soaring on thermals, to loving in vain
With eyes set to Allah for heavenly gain
heartbreaking farewells, never meeting again.

The toughest of love is pure when for others
we hurt for the sake of the souls of our brothers
we cry and releasing the gripping that smothers
our emaans increase when we let go of lovers.

The struggles and pain are a testing decree
when Haraam lusting is built up in thee
Though happiness earned on bended knee
through the tears of your heart, your soul is set free.

The sisters and brothers who earnestly cry
to drown out the whispering Devils who try
inviting to flames, fornicators fry
These Muslims are pure and their emaan is high.

So take it from one who has loved and released
that refraining from lust saves two from the beast,
that your love of Allah is bound to increase
when the pain feels like death but brings you peace.

Stories of happiness, struggles and pain
play out in our hearts with love and disdain
saying goodbye is like cutting a vein
but turning from Jannah is nought but insane.
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SubhanAllaah this is so amazing. Truly amazing.
 
Brother Tony, I just found out about your poems and started reading them.
They are awesome!
 
^ Wow Masha'Allah. Your poems just flow like the wind Masha'Allah! :D:shade::p:statisfie
 

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