Poems collected by Azhar

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Your Last Breath

As I slowly weep,
tears down my face,
looking as you quietly sleep,
thinking of how the years have gone to waste.

Before I see you for the last time,
quietly I pray,
memories crossing my mind,
my eyes run dry.

Before your death,
I prayed to Allah,
That on your last breath,
you said "La illah ha illallah muhammadurr rasullullah"
 
The Wake Of Karbala

He awoke with a startle,
With an echoing scream,
From the next day's sorrow,
He had seen in a dream.

And he heard through the darkness,
The younger ones' cries,
And rushed forth to wipe,
The dry tears from their eyes.

And Zeinab(AS) who saw,
Her brother's remorse,
Grew quiet and whispered,
In a voice dry and hoarse:

"Ya Hussein, you know,
That He makes life anew,
That the children in Jannah,
Will all be there with you."

He told her "Dear Zeinab,
Death isn't, what troubles my mind,
How can I tell Fatema(AS),
That I left you behind??

This life is a prison,
From which I thirst to be free,
But I wish that my Zeinab,
I could take you with me."

And she comforted him,
In a voice strong and calm,
In a voice that would shout,
With the strength of Islam,

When the next day in Kufaa,
With Malice and glee,
Kufaar would spill blood,
From the sons of Ali(AS).

And the grounds would too shake,
With every word that she said,
and Izrail'd weap,
at the sight of the dead.

And skies would shower down,
Upon Karbala's stain,
Where lay headless bodies,
Of Ashabul-Hussain(AS),

Whose lips would still call,
At the wake of their dawn,
Grieving Zeinab(AS) to prayer,
With the song of Adhan.
 
I'm To Return

The years of my life may pass me by
upon this note, many may rejoice
but my heart cannot bear the nearing of the day
by which the wind shall blow my soul away
the day in which lies this second, holds the key to my entrance
yet it holds the lock, yearning closer...
for that moment, there is no distance.
Leaping closer, that very day
when my soul may screech away
remembering death as it remembers me
on this day, I thank Rabbil Alameen
I was born, but I will return, Inshallah upon the path of the blessed deen
with nothing lost, but much earned
 
Di I Have Time

As the night settles in,
The body yearns for sleep.
I lay in my bed,
Gazing at the roof,
Letting my thoughts wonder endlessly…

Will I wake up a believer, or a disbeliever?
Will I wake up?
Count my deeds! Count my deeds!
What deeds?
Count my sins! Count my sins!
O those sins!
I still have time.
Ask for forgiveness! Ask for forgiveness!
I whisper the shahadah over and over like a madman.

The warmth of my blanket beckons me to sleep,
My wondering thoughts become more distant,
The eyes give in,
And I know not if I will wake up….
 
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Re: Di I Have Time

subanAllah....:cry:

thats surely an eye opener to reality....ya Allah......

very good indeed.....did u create it?....
 
Re: Your Last Breath

subanAllah....:cry: ...

u shud make ur own official poem thread?
 
death

As the angel of death approaches,

A disbelieving soul with Tourches,

It squeals and screams out in despair,

As the angel of Death gives him an evil stare.

Malaikul Maut will rip the soul out with great force,

And for the fire of hell it will be a good source,

Of food to keep it going,

For the time spent in hell fire is ever flowing

As the Angel of Death approaches

A believing soul with torches

It allows the angel to take the soul

With so much peace he hardly knows

The souls will be with its lord,

If it was a good soul it will have a huge reward,

Where it will be for ever happy and never bored

Waiting for the day of judgement to aboard
 
The Message

Here ye! here ye! From far and near
The one they called the Prophet Muhammed was here
To deliver a message to everyone everywhere
So listen up party people because this you should hear.

This is a story from a far away atmosphere,
That you will find very clear.
so listen up everybody, because
with this we should take care.

We go back in time, over 1400 years,
To a city called Makkah, where moral values no-one bears.
But there was one man who was honest and humble
And with other people he would never rumble.

One day at the age of 40,
He retrieved to a cave with serenity.
Angel Gabriel came upon him there
and filled our beloved Prophet with fear

But from that day forth, Rasull started to preach,
The orders of Allah to all people he had to teach.
There is no god but Allah he stated
After that he begun to be hated.

But the Rasull was persistent and didn't care.
Because in his heart was room for only one FEAR.
The FEAR of Allah, Glorified and Most High,
Never out of tiredness would he sigh.

But soon later people started to believe,
Khadija, Ali..the numbers wouldn't seize.
What great hardships they all endured
Hunger, abuse and victims to the kafir's sword

But what great faith and taqwa they had,
To be Muslims they were blessed and glad.
Omar, Abu Bakr, Othman, Bilal and the list goes on and on
May Allah be pleased with all that they have done.

Proud they were to be servants of their Creator..
Proud they were to wear hijab or a gallabeya.
They didn't care what the kafirs said
Whether they laughed, abused, or didn't give them their daily bread.

'Cause they knew of the day that was to come,
When all would return to their Lord, and know they had won.
They'de see their accounts in their right hand...
And with the Rasull they would stand.

The kafirs will be ****ed to hell FOREVER
And the believers in Paradise...FOREVER.
Now I ask all you, and mostly myself..
Is this life worth it with its deceptive Wealth???

A day will come promises Allah Ta'ala,
Where the Mu'min will talk to the kafir with laughter.
"What do you want now?" they will ask,
"money, gold, or another chance?"

The reply that will come is scary but true..
A DROP OF WATER they will ask from YOU.........(inshallah)
So brothers and sisters in Islam
Let's unify and keep other from HARAM..

Let's enjoin the good and sunnah in our lives.
So on yaum-al-qiyamat we can survive.
Let's stay away from those things that are doubtful
Cause Allah's Mercy is much Bountiful

And make du'a for "maghfirat wa ajran azeema"
And ask Allah to guide us to "sirat al mustaqeema"
AMEEN
 
Were U There?

Were you there in times far gone,
When girls were buried for being born,
When disgrace was your fate for being poor,
And blood was shed to settle a score.

Were you there in times gone past,
When honour came from tribe or caste.
When idols of stone were worshipped in pride,
And people's hearts were hard inside. ‎

Did you witness their evil plight,
The Prophet they tried to kill at night,
The men they tortured for saying a word
That changed humanity, whole nations it stirred.

Were you there in the valley for years,
A diet consisting of water and leaves.
Banished to pay for daring to speak,
The fear of Islam was reaching its peak.

Were you there in the cave crouched down,
The enemy so close and hunting around.
Only protected by a web and bird,
O but indeed, Allah was their Third! ‎

Did you see the day they fought,
3 camels and men whose experience was naught.
Yet bravely they battled against their own kin,
So they were forgiven, and made to win. ‎

Did you witness the men that day,
Who threatened the Kings to surrender or pay.
Persia and Rome had trembled indeed,
They knew they came for Allah, not greed.

Were you there to count the dead,
The Prophet had died and Fitnah had spread.
United they stood and fought those astray,
And spread Islam far far away. ‎

Were you there in times of old,
Or have you only just been told?
The men of honest acts and intentions,
That's why they're called the Prophets Companions.
 
Death, The Doorway Is So Near

Death is something we all fear but it is surely a reality. When and how it comes, we never know.



Here I am at last
I knew this day would come
My new home for a time
'til the trumpet shall blow
and once again I stand
upon an earth renewed

Dark and still
I wait
Time has gone
Asking my lord for refuge
As I did in days gone by

The call will go on
Long after I've gone
What did I leave behind?
Was I a carrier of light or a player of dreams?

Whose feet walk above me now?
Where do they go? From whence do they come?
Do they carry on the work
Or waste themselves in illusions?
Death, the doorway is ever near

Do they not think of the day?
They shall be like me
Locked in a tomb
Awaiting life
The life that never ends?
 
The Human Race

There is a purpose to life and there are three kinds of people - those who understand this race and try to compete, those who know about it but ignore it and those who simply don't know and don't care.



Ready go, - we're off!
Racing since Adam
Now it's my turn
Holding on tight
Eyes straight ahead
Don't dare look down
Even for a moment

Weary limbs
Sorrow on my heart
Am I fast enough?
My burden slows me down
Should I pass it to another?

If I drop it
Someone else will pick it up
For the call to Islam will never cease

I hear panting
Not far behind
I cannot relax
Even for a minute
Yet I know
This team will win
 
Mother And Child

This poem is dedicated to the mothers of the Ummah who lose their children in the way of Allah. May He, the Almighty comfort and bless them in this life and the next And may He, the Most Merciful touch our hearts to be grateful for what we have and to lower the wing of gentleness to each other, seeking any means of help and support to fortify the distressed within the Ummah.



Oh little one your life is done
You'll leave me behind
I must go on.
The one to whom you belong
Has more rights than I
To such a pure soul
Which knows no guile
We were together for such a short while.

I'll never forget you
The hours we stayed, my tears touched your pain.
Your dim smile, weighs on my heart
A love between us - that no distance can part.

Your killers should know
They've waged war on your Maker
Your innocent blood, your gentle eyes
In hope and trust turned to the skies
Above which reigns the Knower of all
Who sees everything, and witnessed your fall.

Yet, stand they do, amidst guns and tanks,
Glorying in their might
But afraid of children, on they fight
How will they be, on a day sure to come
When the Knower of all, will see justice done.

But now, I leave your small body to rest
Back in the soil from which it was made.
I pat your grave lightly, silent tears fill my eyes
For I know that in peace you abide.

Little innocent one, who now knows no fear
all deeds that were done
Were filled with love, and the pure nature on which you build
Al Khafid, The Abaser, will see your rights fulfilled

With steady eye, and wary hand
I return and walk throughout the land
Over which so much hate and fear
Drives out justice, kills all that's dear.

In truth I'll abide
Step by step I'll obey
the rules of the Creator
Awaiting the day
I'll join you in peace.
So wait now, my precious little one
For surely my time will soon be done.
 
The Islamic Way

By Omm Khalid Samir, a dear sister in Islam


In the Name of Allah, Most Beneficent, Most Merciful

Each morning my ears hear the adhan before prayer.
With my hands I perform wudhu' and I do it with care.

To the masjid I walk briskly upon both of my feet
Giving salaams to all Muslims I meet.

While making sujud, I get down on my knees.
When the prayer is complete, I hope Allah is pleased.

In performing du'aa, I raise my arms to the sky,
Never once doubting, nor questioning Why?

Upon leaving the masjid, my eyes see the sun.
And the world that surrounds me - a new day's begun.

With love in my heart, I teach my children their Deen,
To obey Allah's laws, to be pure, to be clean.

When nighttime has come, I remind them to say,
The three blessed surahs I taught them that day.

Their lips utter surahs - Al-Ikhlas, Al-Falaq, An-Nas.
They blow in their palms, over their bodies they're passed.

Their bodies and faces they then turn to the right.
Their souls they've submitted to Allah that night.

Our bodies direct us throughout every day.
To follow the straight path - The Islamic Way.
 
Re: Were U There?

If i was there with the prophet and his people ..... surely i would have been more sincere to ALLAH...(ALLAH KNOWS BEST)

Good Post Bro...
 

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