poems for the people who suffer

[palestinemuslim]

Islamic Poetry

Rich in the Heart, by sister Hanan



I was a poor woman until I embraced Islam


Money does pay the bills, but it will not open the gates to Paradise for anyone.


Give thanks to your Lord for he is the one who deserves all praises.


Allah gives us signs everyday, if you our blind to any of his signs, than ask yourself why?


Open the book of light and read Allah's word's it will lead you to complete truth.

 

[palestinemuslim]

Islamic Poetry

Road to Success, by Lena Winfrey Seder



Life proceeds painfully as it follows its destiny.
Oh, what treacherous misery I am bound to endure.
The sorrow and suffering of life distresses me.
Where? Oh, where can I look to find and all-permanent cure?
Years I spent searching and time I wasted while I tarried.
I found the truth on the straight path while the past I buried.
Sometimes it was easier to wish for death to end it.
Yet, I knew death was not the escape or the best answer.
Freeing myself from worldly want, the fire of knowledge was lit.
Weary worrying and dark despair eat like cancer.
True trust and persevering patience bring relaxation.
Contentment with life and constant worship bring salvation.
My path grows easier as I pass through difficult snags.
Wisdom stacks up like bricks as I learn from my past mistakes.
My conscience tells me to move on and not to lazily lag.
My soul seeks for knowledge, for now I am fully awake.
I have a wonderful purpose that yet I do not know.
Daily Allah will uncover it while good seeds I sow.

 

[palestinemuslim]

Islamic Poetry

Our Future, by Hoda El-kassem



We tend to plan for our future everyday,
Desperately we try to pave the way.
We save every little bit of money we can find,
And to the people who can help us achieve we are kind.
If there is something we want bad enough we're willing to fight,
For a future filled with happiness that is oh so bright.
It is unfortunate though, to fill everyone's hearts with sorrow,
But remember dear muslims our future is not tomorrow.
It is not money or fame that will get us ahead,
But the number of times we worship God before bed.
That is what will make our future unimaginably great,
So let us wake up and take control of our fate.
Tomorrow is not the future you should be planning for,
But the day you will be standing before Allah's door.
The day where we will be reminded of every last deed,
Like the day you forgot the poor because of your greed.
And what dear muslim shall you say,
When Allah asks you why you didn't pray?
No excuse will be enough,
To get out of the hellfire that will be so rough.
So let us pray, worship and keep the poor fed,
For our future begins once we are all dead.