Poems collected by Azhar

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Funny how $10 looks so big when we take it to masjid and so small
when we take it to the store.

Funny how big an hour serving God looks and how small 60 mintues are when spent playing golf, fishing or playing soccer.

Funny how laborious it is to read a juzz in the Quran and how easy it is to read - 2-300 pages of a best selling novel.

Funny how we believe what newspapers say but question what the Quran says.

Funny how we can't think of anything to say when we pray and don't have any difficulty thinking of things to talk to a friend.

Funny how we need 2-3 weeks to fit an islamic event into our schedule, but can adjust it for a social event at the last moment.

Funny isn't it?
 
I asked for Strength.........
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom.........
And God gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity.........
And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage.........
And God gave me Danger to overcome.
I asked for Love.........
And God gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favours.........
And God gave me Opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted
I received everything I needed
My Prayer has been answered
 
Selfhood can demolish the magic of this world;
But our belief in The One is not comprehended by all.

Have a seer's eye, and light will dawn on thee;
As a river and its waves cannot remain apart.

The light of God and knowledge are not in rivalry,
But so the pulpit believes, afraid of Hallaj's rope.

Contentment is the shield for the pure and the noble
A shield in slavery, and a shield in power.

In the East the soul looks in vain for light;
In the West the light is a faded cloud of dust.

The fakirs who could shatter the power and pelf of kings
No longer tread this earth, in climes far or near.

The spirit of this age is brimful with negations,
And drained to the fast drop is the power of faith.

Muted is Europe's lament on its crumbling pageant,
Muted by the delirious beats, the clangour of its music.

A sleepy ripple awaits, to swell into a wave
A wave that will swallow up monsters of the sea.


What is slavery but a loss of the sense of beauty?
What the free call beautiful, is beautiful indeed.

The present belongs to him who explores, in their depths,
The fathomless seas of time, to find the future's pearl.

The alchemist of the West has turned stone into glass
But my alchemy has transmuted glass into flint

Pharaohs of today have stalked me in vain;
But I fear not; I am blessed with Moses' wand.

The flame that can set afire a dark, sunless wood,
Will not be throttled by a straw afloat in the wind.

Love is self-awareness; love is self-knowledge;
Love cares not for the palaces and the power of kings.

I will not wonder if I reach even the moon and the stars,
For I have hitched my wagon to the star. of all stars.

First among the wise, last of the Prophets,
Who gave a speck of dust the brightness of the Mount.

He is the first and last in the eyes of love;
He is the Word of God. He is the Word of God.
 
A feeling of discouragement when you slip up
is a sure sign that you put your faith in deeds.

Your desire to withdraw from everything
when Allah has involved you in the world of means
is a hidden appetite.

Your desire for involvement with the world of means
when Allah has withdrawn you from it
is a fall from high aspiration.

Aspiration which rushes on ahead
cannot break through the walls of destiny.

Give yourself a rest from managing!
When Someone Else is doing it for you,
don't you start doing it for yourself!
 
How utterly amazing is someone who flees from something he cannot escape
to seek something that will not last!

"It is not the eyes that are blind,
but the hearts in the breasts are blind."

Do not travel from phenomenal being to phenomenal being.
You will be like the donkey going around at the mill.
It travels to what is set out from.

Travel from phenomenal beings
to the Maker of Being.

"And the final end is to your Lord."
 
The best you can seek from Him
is what He seeks from you.

A sign of being deluded is:
sorrow over loss of obedience while failing to get on with it.
 
The light of the inner eye lets you see His nearness to you.
The source of the inner eye lets you see your non-existence by your existence.
The truth of the inner eye lets you see His existence,
not your own non-existence or existence.

"Allah was and there was nothing with Him.
He is now as He was."
 
Those travelling to Him
are guided by the light of turning their faces toward Him.
Those who have arrived
have the light of face-to-face encounter.

The former belong to lights,
but the lights belong to the latter
because they belong to Allah, and are His alone.

"Say: 'Allah'
then leave them plunging in their games."
 
By her, I departed to her
from me, never to return;
one like me never speaks
of coming back.

Kindly I secluded my soul
away from my departure;
never again did I allow it
to be my companion.

Then I was made to disappear
from where my soul stood apart,
that no attribute could appear
to crowd me in my presence,

And I was made to witness
my absence when she appeared,
so I found me, her there,
in the bridal chamber of my seclusion.

In my witnessing, my existence
was cast off, and I was far
from the existence of my witnessing,
effacing, not transfixing.

I embraced what I witnessed
by bearing witness to it
in the effacement of my witness,
now sober after my drunkenness.

In the sobriety after effacement,
I was none other than her,
my essence adorned my essence
when she removed her veil.
 
The Muslims are quiet, nothing do they say,
Whilst it is their brothers and sisters that are being taken away.
They come for them braking down doors at night instead of asking politely in the day,
And it is our brothers and sisters they're taking away.

Forced to kneel on the floor, pulled down the stairs, and dragged to streets by gunpoint no goodbyes nor salaams can they say.
These are our brothers and sister they keep taking away.
How longer than will we pretend not to see nor witness these wolves tear at the heart of our community which has become their prey?
It is our brothers and sister they are still taking away.

Begging and pleading to be free they do ask to stay,
But continue it is our brothers and sister they take away.
And when they come for you or me next- do you really think you'll be able to keep these blood thirsty hounds at bay?
Nay for it shall be us with no opposition next than they will certainly take away.
 
We begin our day with The Name Of ALLAH,
The words in awakening the creatures. That we
Have with the MOST BENEVOLENT, MOST MERCIFUL.

The Dawn Prayer is here
O birds that flew,and sheeps that sleep.....
Arise and awake! For there behind every veil
Are the awaiting BLESSINGS from High Heaven.

From the Compassionate,The Merciful
The Knower of all things each has their destiny.
Wake up and arise to the calling of the Fajr Prayer ---
Believers on the move,
The soul is moving higher

More sweeter and clearer then the stream
Of light and color of a cool spring in your garden


Behind every corner is a bridge
And the Almighty gives every piece its share!
And DHUHA is here again.....
Come and share the light with me
I am but the poor traveler on my way

To some place, I do not know where.
I place my salvation to Allah.

I have seen the huge ocean waves turn to foam
When the name of Allah, The Almighty is repeated.
Or man turned to pig and to man;
The hurricane that stomps and plumbs disappeared, are now ashes;

Sometimes you eat the wild berries,
Or honey tasted apples in the forest, you remember
Allah is your Provider.<
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In that lonesome days for that
one unfogotten, cherished dream now into a reality,
It is for ever
Like simple love as in you and me
for Heaven is a Home for All MUSLIMS......
Like simple you and me!
 
Seek the straight path.

Dear me, am I wrong if I said
That I am a Muslim! Or that I have a distaste on things
Forbidden, suchlike those you read and saw in T.V.?

The trouble with this modern world is
That some people do not pay much heed and attention
You got to understand the Quran that is the Words of Allah
The Creator who created you, your parents
And all things too..
From Loqman Al-Hakim advices, of Musa and Harun,
To Isa a.s. the miracles are all there
Listen.....and pay attention
To the Words of the Holy Quran.
May Allah shower The Blessings to the Holy Prophet
Muhammed s.a.w. and Sahabahs, and family, and The Muslims.
 
In the name of Allah we are born
In His name we live
and in His name we die


Our shadows prostrate to their Creator morning and evening
without our consent
Birds and animals usher in the times of prayer


Birds circumambulate the Ka'ba
while migrating birds stretch forth their wings
finding their way by Allah's Mercy


Only to feel unrest and leave once more
ever-searching, traveling discontent until they die


We, also wander
some blindly
while others see
 
Death, the doorway is ever 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?
 
To my Mum



I dedicated this poem to my mother, who contributed so much to what I am today, and who also provided many fields for my learning.



I first saw light
my eyes blinked and opened
within your womb

In pain and distress
I entered life

You touched death
when I took my first breath

So small
I could lie, squirming and stretching
upon your gentle hand

Through tiredness and concern
I grew and learned

I found safety on your lap
a love that never fades

In later years I stood
and challenged you
rejecting your authority

But I returned.
where else to go
but to the one who knows me so well

Here I am again
a mother now
and you are gone

Your memory shines in my mind
I speak to mind
as you did to me

Arms outstretched
to collect broken fallen life
a haven
eagerly awaited

A lap, on which to rest
as I found comfort in you

Now I close my eyes
and feel your loving arms
hold me tight

Every word, kiss and kindness
is never lost
it shines in my being
and reflects onto mine.
 
She said: I wondered at a love
that struts its glory
through the garden's
flowers as they blossom.

I said: don't wonder
at what you see.
You see yourself
in the mirror of a man.
 
Before there was a hint of civilization
I carried a memory of your loose strand of hair,
Oblivious, I carried inside me your pointed tip of hair.

In its invisible realm,
Your face of sun yearned for epiphany,
Until each distinct thing was thrown into sight.

From the first instant time took a breath,
Your love lay in the soul,
A treasure in the secret chest in the heart.

Before the first seed shot up out of the rose bed of the possible,
The soul's lark took wing high above your meadow,
Flying home to you.

I thank you one hundred times! In the altar
Of Hayati's eyes, your face shines
Forever present and beautiful.
 
I am a fountain, You are my water.
I flow from You to You.

I am an eye, You are my light,
I look from You to You.

You are neither my right nor my left.
You are my foot and my arm as well.

I am a traveler, You are my road.
I go from You to You.
 
These perfumes:
musk, clove...
all from the hyacinthine shadows
of those tresses.
You think you hear
a nightingale's song...
No. It is the voice
of the Rose.
 
It speaks to me in the silence of this one
then through the words of that one speaking;

it whispers to me through an eyebrow raised
and the message of an eye winking.

And do you know what words it breathes into my ear? It says,

"I am Love: in heaven and earth I have no place;
I am the Wondrous Phoenix whose spoor cannot be traced.

With eyebrow-bow and arrow-winks I hunt
both worlds -- and yet my weapons cannot be found.

Like the sun I brighten each atom's cheek;
I cannot be pinpointed: I am too manifest.

I speak with every tongue, listen with all ears,
but marvel at this: My ears and tongue are erased.

Since in all the world only I exist
above and below, no likeness of me can be found."
 

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