Poems collected by Azhar

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A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
 
Loveliest of Trees


Loveliest of trees the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now of my three score years and ten,
twenty will not come again.
And take from seventy years a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom,
Fifty Springs is little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
 
Out in an isolated land
Lives a hopper and an ant
Enjoying the days of summer
Singing the songs of summer

But being slack and lazy
The hopper avoids work
The ant keeps on collecting food
Gathering inside a hollowed wood

The ant advises the lazy hopper
To prepare for the days of Autumn
But it simply teases the ant
Saying these days are sacrosanct

At last the season Autumn arrives
Destroying many crops and lives
The ant hides in its hole
Suddenly it hears someone's call

The hopper is out in the rain
Shivering with lots of pain
The ant provides it shelter
While it ran helter-skelter
 
Paradise

Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate


No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold


The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk


Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse


Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail When Allah swt removes His veil

There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay

Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
 
You and Me

Before mankind lived upon this earth
Adam was created without father or birth
Allah made him from different colored clay
so that is why our skins are colored in this way.

Some of us are dark and others a kind of white
but it is only our belief that separates us in His Sight.
He made us all to know one another
to become sisters and brothers each to the other.


But satan has worked hard to disrupt this perfect plan
by scheming, devising and then separating man.
So forget about the reflection in the mirror that you see
seek only the believing person you really want to be.


So forget about color and forget about pride
and let Prophet Muhammad* be our only guide,
guiding us to the Path that is so very straight
that strengthens us against satan, the wicked degenerate!
 
Hajj

For Allah, my heart went there
Where I turn my face in Prayer
It's a duty, this I know
So to Makkah I did go
For Allaah I packed my gear
Then to His House I came near
For my journey I was ready
Allaah made me strong and steady
I walked around the Ka'bah wall
And teardrops from my eyes did fall
Yearning was I for this day
In Allaah's House to pray!
Truly my heart, Allaah brought
I thank Him for His support!
With His Mercy I arrived
Then home I went, purified!
 
salaam

thaks sis.. ill be back with more poems just busy with course work at the moment

allah hafiz
 
Bebas Hai Insan Kismat Kay Aagay.
Benoor Haun Sapne Haqiqat Kay Aagay.
Koi Roki Hooie Dharkan Say Pochay Kitna
Majboor Hay Dil Mohabat Kay Aagay...
 
TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD

This is the story that must be told
of an Iraqi baby, not very old.

Lying in her crib one star lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?

She lay there quietly touching her nose,
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,

Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
Talking to someone, who could it be?

An angel is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.

The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.

The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...

No one knows how long she lie there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?

Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?

Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.

Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!

I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!

Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!

How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream.

That angel appears once again to my side,
This time with a tear I plead Why have I died?

Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others.
In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers.

Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!

Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?

It is war they say, of which death is part.
How blind they've become, How hardened of heart.

Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!

Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!

No war has been won; No ifs, buts, or maybes,
They've Only Killed Babies!!!!
 
Here is a poem which was forwarded to me by brother Umair Qadeer
Razak Mohamed Lazim <[email protected].

May Allah help us to act on the Qur'aan.


LAMENT OF THE QURAN

As an ornament do they adorn me,
Yet they keep me and sometimes kiss me.
In their celebrations they recite me,
In disputes they swear by me,
On shelves do they securely keep me
Till another celebration or dispute,
When they need me.

Yes, they read me and memorize me,
Yet only an ornament am I..
My message lies neglected,
My treasure untouched,
The field lies bare, where blossomed once true glory.
Wrong is the treatment I receive
So much to give I, but none is there to perceive.
 
Islam is here
Islam is peace; Islam is ease,
Islam's not danger or disease.
Islam is love and prosperity.
Islam's not hatred or adversity.
Islam is salvation through repentance.
Islam has love for all in abundance.
Islam means no harm or affliction.
Islam implores you with affection.
Islam is neither maze nor craze.
Islam is giving Allah all praise.
Islam is acing through the race.
Islam will be on everyone's face.
Islam is worshipping only the Creator.
Islam's not mere numbers on a calculator.
Islam gives you power when you surrender.
Islam's not a terrorist or for a pretender.
Islam is patience and perseverance.
Islam eases your vengeance through tolerance.
Islam is life for all eternity.
Islam gives you respect, moreover dignity.
Islam is winning hearts through honesty
Islam is giving openly in charity
Islam makes you wholesome and trustworthy
Islam is in wealth as well as in poverty.
Islam is your shield against all evil.
Islam is for your soul's retrieval.
Islam not fundamentalism or fanaticism.
Islam's not nationalism or racism.
Wake up, people, Islam is here.
Islam is here, so have no fear.
 
If the prophet visited you

If the Prophet visited you
(Peace and blessings be upon him)
I wonder........................

If Prophet Muhammad visited you
Just for a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you would do?
Oh I know you would give your nicest room,
To such an honoured guest,
And you would serve him your very best.

You would be the very best,
Cause you're glad to have him there,
That serving him in your home
Would be a joy without compare.

But...when you see him coming,
Would you meet him at the door?
With your arms outstretched in welcome,
To your visitor?

Or...would you have to change your clothes
Before you let him in?
Or hide some magazines and put
The Quran where they had been?

Would you still watch those movies?
Or your T.V. set?
Or would you switch it off,
Before he gets upset.

Would you turn off the radio?
And hope he had not heard?
And wish that you did not utter
your last loud hasty word?

Would you hide your wordy music?
And instead take out Hadith books?
Could you let him walk right in?
Or would you rush about?

And I wonder...if the Prophet spent, a day or two with you,
Would you go on doing the things you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things you always say?
Would life for you continue?
As it does from day to day?

Would your family conversations,
Keep up their usual pace?
And would you find it hard each meal,
To say a table grace?

Would you keep up each and every prayer?
Without putting on a frown?
And would you always jump up early,
For Fajr at dawn?

Would you sing the songs you always sing?
And read the book you read?
And let him know the things on which,
Your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take the Prophet with you?
Everywhere you plan to go?
Or, would you maybe change your plans,
Just for a day or so?

Would you be glad to have him meet?
Your very closest friends?
Or, would you hope they stay away,
Until his visit ends?

Would you be glad to have him stay?
Forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief,
When he at last was gone?

It might be interesting to know,
The things that you would do.
If Prophet Muhammad, came,
To spend some time with you.
 
Whispers of Satan
Stay in your bed, don’t make a fuss.
Your prayers can wait; give in to your nafs. (1)

What! Go to the mosque, the path you’ll pave?
Don’t bother, think of the gas you’ll save.

Why go the extra miles to be kind?
Don’t share that smile, they won’t mind!

Listen to your parents, why should you?
You’re big enough, don’t let them tell you what to do!

Don’t look at those orphans, what could they need?
You have your own problems, and family to feed.

Wear good Hijab? Oh me, Oh my, you’ll be targeted as a Muslim and put to shame.
Just wear no makeup, and dress simple and plain.

Go for Jihad? No not you.
It’s not your problem, what can you do?

Don’t worry about Jannah, your place is reserved.
I promise you’ll get all you deserve.

Preach about Islam, and be nice?
Listen to me, and take my advice!!!

Don’t fast during Ramadan, you’ll feel dead.
Don’t go for Hajj, the heat you’ll dread.

Why give charity, or feed the poor?
Don’t do it I say, They’ll just ask for more.

Don’t visit the Muslims, they’ll bite your back.
Don’t stop your work for prayer, it’s money you lack.

Then he makes you hoard your wealth.
He thinks while he talks, and laughs to himself.

You take me as your friend, and don’t give me a fight.
I’ll take you to hell to gain respite.

On the judgement day we will meet.
Allah’s plan we can not defeat.

Shatan thinks and thinks of more to say.
Say A’ oothoo billahi, and make him run away.

Dear believer, don’t let shatan put you to the test.
You can overcome him, just do your best
 
This is a tale of an average man who acted contrary to Allah’s plan, if you are reflected herein, then repent and commit no further sin.

It was early in the morning at four when death knocked upon a bedroom door “who is there?” the sleepy one cried “I am Izraeel, let me inside”

At once, the man began to shiver as one sweating in deadly fever. He shouted to his wife “don’t let him take away my life.”

“Please go away, O angel of Death, I am not ready yet. My family depends on me. Give me a chance, to amend.”

The angel knocked again and again “friend, I’ll take your life without any pain. It is your soul that Allah requires. I come not with my own desires”

Bewildered, the man began to cry “O Angel, I’m so afraid to die; I’ll you gold and be your slave. Don’t send me to the unlit grave”

“Why are you afraid - tell me O man - to die according to Allah’s plan? Come – smile at me, do not be grim, be happy to return to Him”

“O Angel, I bow my head in shame. I had no time to remember Allah’s name. From dawn till dusk, I made my wealth not even caring for my spiritual health.”

“Allah’s commands I never obeyed, nor five times a day I ever prayed. A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went, But no time had I to repent.”
The Hajj was already obligatory upon me, but I would not part with my money. All charities I did ignore, taking usury more and more.”

Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine, with flirting women I sat to dine. O Angel I appeal to you, spare my life for a year or two.”

The laws of the Qur’an, I will obey. I will begin salat – this very day. My fast and Hajj I will complete and keep away from self-deceit.”

“I will refrain from usury and give all my wealth to charity. Alcohol and unlawful women, I will detest. Allah’s oneness, I will attest.”

“We Angels do what Allah demands. We cannot go against His commands. Death is ordained for everyone: father, mother, daughter and son.”

“I’m afraid, this moment is your last. Now be reminded of your past. I do understand your fears. But it is now too late for tears.”

You lived in this world, two score or more. Never did you adore your people. Your parents you did not obey. Needy friends, you turned away.”

“Your untrained male and female offspring, moral corruption to the society they bring. Instead of making more Muslims, you made your children non-Muslims.”

“You ignored the call to prayer, nor did you read the Holy Qur’an. Breaking promises all your life, backbiting friends and causing strife.”

“From unlawful means, great profits you made, and poor workers you underpaid. Women and cars were your leisure; money-making was your pleasure.”

“You ate so much and grew fat; with the very sick you never sat. A pint of blood which could save a human life, you never gave.”

“O human, you have done enough wrong. You brought sadness to people with your tongue. When the jobless appealed to you, you did not have mercy, this is true.”
“Paradise for you? I cannot tell. Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell. There is no time for you to repent. I’ll take your soul for which I am sent.”

The ending however is very sad. Eventually, the man became mad. With a cry, he jumped out of bed, and suddenly, he fell down dead.

O Reader! Take lessons from here. You never know your end may be near. Change your living and make amends. Make the righteous Muslims your friends.

“O ye who believe! Let not your riches or your children divert you from the remembrance of Allah. Those who do so, it is they who are the losers
And spend in charity out of the sustenance whish We have bestowed on you before that time when death will come to anyone of you and he shall say “O my Rabb! If only You will reprieve me for a little while, then I would give out everything in charity, and be among the righteous.
But to no soul will Allah grant respite when the time appointed (for it) has come: and Allah is well acquinted with (all) that ye do.” (Qur’an 63:9-11)
 
Re: Woman In Islam

salaam
wow ur good mashaAllah
keep it up
i enjoy reading them

Wake up, people, Islam is here.
Islam is here, so have no fear.
peace
 
Re: Woman In Islam

salaam
wow ur good mashaAllah
keep it up
i enjoy reading them

Wake up, people, Islam is here.
Islam is here, so have no fear.
peace

can i just say, these poems are not by me, people have been sending it to so i thought people on here might want to read them
 

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