A smile is sadaqa,
The Prophet said so.
A smile is sadaqa,
so give to everyone you know.
A smile is sadaqa,
so take one wherever you go.
A smile is sadaqa,
so smile.... you'll be glad you did so!
by Aisha (age 11)
Islamic Poetry
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Hijaab
I turn the corner find people looking and staring
Simply because my hair isn’t baring
I wonder why…
I then realise…
Some think I am controlled
Whilst others believe I am uneducated
I wonder why…
I then realise…
These people with these thoughts feel I have no voice
They think being hooded means I have no choice
I wonder why…
I then realise…
People whisper that I am oppressed and rejected
For they do not know I am covered and well respected!
I am not judged by how I look
But the way I speak and my conduct
So while passers by may see me as a reject
I know inside I am perfect
Raheel K, 15. Bradford
Simply because my hair isn’t baring
I wonder why…
I then realise…
Some think I am controlled
Whilst others believe I am uneducated
I wonder why…
I then realise…
These people with these thoughts feel I have no voice
They think being hooded means I have no choice
I wonder why…
I then realise…
People whisper that I am oppressed and rejected
For they do not know I am covered and well respected!
I am not judged by how I look
But the way I speak and my conduct
So while passers by may see me as a reject
I know inside I am perfect
Raheel K, 15. Bradford
Labels:
Women
Sunday, February 19, 2012
The Worlds Latest Addiction
Just six clicks away
from five thousand “friends.”
No clue what today is,
or what’s on CNN.
I should really get dressed,
Or at least shave my pits.
But with all these new friends,
I can’t stop the clicks.
Glued to the screen
like some kind of affliction.
Welcome to Facebook:
the world’s latest addiction.
from five thousand “friends.”
No clue what today is,
or what’s on CNN.
I should really get dressed,
Or at least shave my pits.
But with all these new friends,
I can’t stop the clicks.
Glued to the screen
like some kind of affliction.
Welcome to Facebook:
the world’s latest addiction.
Labels:
World
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Five Ways to Kill a Man
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
To the top of a hill and nail him to it.
To do this
Properly you require a crowd of people
Wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
To dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
Man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
Shaped and chased in a traditional way,
And attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
At least two flags, a prince and a
Castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
Allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
A mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
Not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
More mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
And some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
Miles above your victim and dispose of him by
Pressing one small switch. All you then
Require is an ocean to separate you, two
Systems of government, a nation's scientists,
Several factories, a psychopath and
Land that no one needs for several years.
These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
To kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
Is to see that he lives somewhere in the middle
Of the twentieth century, and leave him there.
-- Edwin Brock
You can make him carry a plank of wood
To the top of a hill and nail him to it.
To do this
Properly you require a crowd of people
Wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
To dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
Man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
Shaped and chased in a traditional way,
And attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
At least two flags, a prince and a
Castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
Allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
A mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
Not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
More mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
And some round hats made of steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
Miles above your victim and dispose of him by
Pressing one small switch. All you then
Require is an ocean to separate you, two
Systems of government, a nation's scientists,
Several factories, a psychopath and
Land that no one needs for several years.
These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
To kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
Is to see that he lives somewhere in the middle
Of the twentieth century, and leave him there.
-- Edwin Brock
Labels:
General
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Lets Get Back to Islam
Lets get back to Islam, before the sun goes down,
We never know when we'll be under the mound.
"I'll pray when I get older," That's what they say,
But we might not have even one more day!
Lets get back to Islam, before its too late,
"Aw man, can't I just delay it for another date?"
Times running out, our lives are almost done,
"But brother, I'm too busy having fun."
Lets get back to Islam, Jahannam aint funny,
"Come on man, I'm to busy making money!"
The Quran sits on our shelves and there it picks up dust,
The longer we stay away from it, the more our hearts pick up rust.
Lets get back to Islam, before our lives our gone,
"Not right now, I'm too busy, can't you see I have the TV on!"
There's no time to waste, lets start it now,
come on, for Allah can't you even bow?
Lets get back to Islam, this aint just a song,
"But brother, a few minutes in prayer, that's too long!"
"I'll go on hajj when I'm around fifty-five,"
Come on man, by then will you even be alive?
Lets get back to Islam, lets not waist another day,
"Aw Masood, leave me alone, I just wanna play."
Lets turn back to Allah before we turn to dust,
There's no delaying, bro this is a must!
Lets get back to Islam, for reals, not just with our lips,
Oh Allah make us sincere, so we don't feel Jahannam's whips.
"I think I'll get pious when my hair turns gray."
Come on man, don't wait, we may die any day.
Lets get back to Islam, this aint just another rap,
Its a race to Jennah, and Islam's the only map.
By
Masood
We never know when we'll be under the mound.
"I'll pray when I get older," That's what they say,
But we might not have even one more day!
Lets get back to Islam, before its too late,
"Aw man, can't I just delay it for another date?"
Times running out, our lives are almost done,
"But brother, I'm too busy having fun."
Lets get back to Islam, Jahannam aint funny,
"Come on man, I'm to busy making money!"
The Quran sits on our shelves and there it picks up dust,
The longer we stay away from it, the more our hearts pick up rust.
Lets get back to Islam, before our lives our gone,
"Not right now, I'm too busy, can't you see I have the TV on!"
There's no time to waste, lets start it now,
come on, for Allah can't you even bow?
Lets get back to Islam, this aint just a song,
"But brother, a few minutes in prayer, that's too long!"
"I'll go on hajj when I'm around fifty-five,"
Come on man, by then will you even be alive?
Lets get back to Islam, lets not waist another day,
"Aw Masood, leave me alone, I just wanna play."
Lets turn back to Allah before we turn to dust,
There's no delaying, bro this is a must!
Lets get back to Islam, for reals, not just with our lips,
Oh Allah make us sincere, so we don't feel Jahannam's whips.
"I think I'll get pious when my hair turns gray."
Come on man, don't wait, we may die any day.
Lets get back to Islam, this aint just another rap,
Its a race to Jennah, and Islam's the only map.
By
Masood
Labels:
Death
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Opposites
God created suffering and heartache so that
joyful-heartedness might appear through its opposite.
Hence hidden things become manifest through
opposites. But since God has no opposite, He remains hidden.
For the sight falls first upon light, then upon color:
Opposites are made manifest through opposites, like white and black.
So you have come to know light through light's opposite:
Opposites display opposites within the breast.
God's light has no opposite within existence,
that through its opposite it might be made manifest.
Therefore our "eyes comprehend Him not,
but He comprehends the eyes" (Koran VI 104):
Learn this from Moses at Mount Sinai*.
Know that form springs from meaning as the lion from the thicket,
or as voice and speech from thought. Form was born from speech and then died.
It took its wave back to the sea.
Form comes out from Formlessness: Then it returns, for "unto Him
we are returning" (Koran II 156).
-- Mathnavi I, 1130-34 Translation by William C. Chittick
"The Sufi Path of Love"
SUNY Press, Albany, 1983
Sunniforum.com
joyful-heartedness might appear through its opposite.
Hence hidden things become manifest through
opposites. But since God has no opposite, He remains hidden.
For the sight falls first upon light, then upon color:
Opposites are made manifest through opposites, like white and black.
So you have come to know light through light's opposite:
Opposites display opposites within the breast.
God's light has no opposite within existence,
that through its opposite it might be made manifest.
Therefore our "eyes comprehend Him not,
but He comprehends the eyes" (Koran VI 104):
Learn this from Moses at Mount Sinai*.
Know that form springs from meaning as the lion from the thicket,
or as voice and speech from thought. Form was born from speech and then died.
It took its wave back to the sea.
Form comes out from Formlessness: Then it returns, for "unto Him
we are returning" (Koran II 156).
-- Mathnavi I, 1130-34 Translation by William C. Chittick
"The Sufi Path of Love"
SUNY Press, Albany, 1983
Sunniforum.com
Labels:
Allah
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Make use of Youth
Make use of your youthful age
It leaves quickly, and you hit the elderly stage
and your health can swiftly deteriorate
Our good health has an short date
So make use of them while you can
Save your self from sin and plan
For doing as many good deeds as possible
For 6 feet under, its too late and impossible!
It leaves quickly, and you hit the elderly stage
and your health can swiftly deteriorate
Our good health has an short date
So make use of them while you can
Save your self from sin and plan
For doing as many good deeds as possible
For 6 feet under, its too late and impossible!
Labels:
Youth
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