Never Ending Writing...
Here's something I have found, read all the way through though...give your opinion on it, not neccesarily as a poetry piece but the message.
I got this from a brother who's writing a blog, interesting poetry I think its true also and he'll literally try keep it never endin (until he dies)
Here's something I have found, read all the way through though...give your opinion on it, not neccesarily as a poetry piece but the message.
Chapter of Marriage for me - a Revert...
Fallen crazy for a lady who exhumed knowledge,
Thinking its love for Allah's sake, was it all dishonest?
Let me speak to her - I plead - its only about religion,
E-mails - no idle chat - 'Salam Alaicum sis,' I'm a bro on a mission.
Though the nafs' persisting, 'Hey, find out if she's taken',
And Shaytan's whispering, 'Its halal - I'm not satan'.
So I sit there thinking, she'd be a great mother for my kids,
Asking 'have you heard of this hadith? Wondering what her mahr is?!
See it wasn't evil, just a half step to my wedding,
A revert all alone - my family ain't gonna get me married.
So gotta check the field alone - take on my shoulders the world,
So I e-mail her so more - her words cut me like a sword.
Wishing I had a family, so I wouldn't have to do this conversation,
Cause even though I like her, I still feel some hesitation.
Knowing I'm a soft soul, knowledge easily get's me attached,
And to fathers across the world - a black revert isnt a good catch.
Still I latch onto hope, wishing the best for my unborn seed,
Hesitently proceed though, its rare for my heart to be care free!
Soon to be dismatled, feeling cheaper than a text bundle,
It's not much of a scandal, since brothers are ample.
So I gotta leave, must be colour cos I got the same creed,
As her father, or could it just possibly be me?
I had put on my best attr, but they didn't even want to see,
Who the young man was, who wanted their daughter - please?!
So I sit thinking, 'ya nafs its no big deal! jee!',
Just pray - wishing, 'ya rabb, thumma ardini bih!'
Then you see the sister, married - pregnant - ready to give birth,
Heart sinks, can't help but think - Ya Rabb am I cursed?
I don't think bad of Him, just of myself and deeds,
Woe to what my hands have earned, feels like a punishment, see.
Tried to leave my family for Islam, Christianity for Emaan,
Bible for Qur'an, it's a struggle understand...
Thinking its love for Allah's sake, was it all dishonest?
Let me speak to her - I plead - its only about religion,
E-mails - no idle chat - 'Salam Alaicum sis,' I'm a bro on a mission.
Though the nafs' persisting, 'Hey, find out if she's taken',
And Shaytan's whispering, 'Its halal - I'm not satan'.
So I sit there thinking, she'd be a great mother for my kids,
Asking 'have you heard of this hadith? Wondering what her mahr is?!
See it wasn't evil, just a half step to my wedding,
A revert all alone - my family ain't gonna get me married.
So gotta check the field alone - take on my shoulders the world,
So I e-mail her so more - her words cut me like a sword.
Wishing I had a family, so I wouldn't have to do this conversation,
Cause even though I like her, I still feel some hesitation.
Knowing I'm a soft soul, knowledge easily get's me attached,
And to fathers across the world - a black revert isnt a good catch.
Still I latch onto hope, wishing the best for my unborn seed,
Hesitently proceed though, its rare for my heart to be care free!
Soon to be dismatled, feeling cheaper than a text bundle,
It's not much of a scandal, since brothers are ample.
So I gotta leave, must be colour cos I got the same creed,
As her father, or could it just possibly be me?
I had put on my best attr, but they didn't even want to see,
Who the young man was, who wanted their daughter - please?!
So I sit thinking, 'ya nafs its no big deal! jee!',
Just pray - wishing, 'ya rabb, thumma ardini bih!'
Then you see the sister, married - pregnant - ready to give birth,
Heart sinks, can't help but think - Ya Rabb am I cursed?
I don't think bad of Him, just of myself and deeds,
Woe to what my hands have earned, feels like a punishment, see.
Tried to leave my family for Islam, Christianity for Emaan,
Bible for Qur'an, it's a struggle understand...
I got this from a brother who's writing a blog, interesting poetry I think its true also and he'll literally try keep it never endin (until he dies)