Closer

Who could be lost?
Is it he found the truth and perserved or,
Could it be the one who turned his back for dunya,
Made partners with the accursed who wants to doom ya,
I seek refuge from the own self,
With Allah from the arrogant ones,
That think their getting their own wealth,
Im in jihad and I struggle with my own self,
All praise to Allah,
The Most Merciful,
My favourite moments in this world is when i'm all alone,
With my Lord I can feel his presence closer growing,
And there aint nothing bout the dunya that could stop the tears,
The words that penetrate my heart and strike away my fears,
And all that's present is the truth of one creater here,
Oh Allah guide me closer make my soul prepared.

Defeat Your Ignorance

Wearing hijab is wajib it's true,*
but I have a question for you,
do you think that's all you must do?
Do you think your faith should be limited,

to cloth that protects your innocence?
Do you think you are not bound to the responsibility
of inner knowledge and humility?

Do you think that your job is done,
when you do the 5 pillars and vow to only one?
No sister, theres so much more that must be done,

finding your faults is what truly makes you brave,
RasulAllah said "seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave"

fill your mind with amazing names, Adam, Ibrahim, Nuh and Issa;
Khadija, Ali, Ammar, Jaafar, Fatima...
the list is endless and so is their eman,
theres a reason why Islam came to an illiterate man.

Theres a reason why Gabriels first word in the cave was "Ikra'a"
God gave you this brain with all its complexities
don't limit it to magazines, tv, and perplexity.

You are the best of his creations so thank his eminence
theres no greater thank you than to defeat your ignorance.

Manal Mourad

* (This is the writers view on hijab so don't make this thread in-to a hijab discussion pls, I do not know the writer)

The Modern Woman

I am a woman of the 21st century, a woman of today, of now and here
Far, far removed from my great-great-great grandmother of yesteryear
Not only in terms of the time span, but in the social, political, technological conditions
Emancipated, liberated, unhampered and free; I am a totally new edition!!
Would not she begrudge me my elevated position!
Wrested from men with tooth and nail
The battle of the sexes is indeed beyond the pale

Intellectually, physically and politically on longer am I to men, inferior
Injustice, oppression with such virtues did they maintain a position superior
No longer am I tied to the kitchen sink
No, verily I am now certainly in the pink!
Not worried about having babies; it was such a big strain
On my attractive figure, on my wit, my intellect and my brain
Oh! I've climbed on to the paid workers train
I can claim a respectable title to my name
I can climb the highest mountain, dive into the deepest seas
Pursue every dream, every aspiration with equal facility and ease
In every field, every endeavour have I achieved fame

I am a doctor, a scientist, an inventor, an engineer
The equality of my brain power, men do fear
A philosopher, a lawyer, a judge am I
No men can deny the quality of my decisions, even hard if they try
No longer am I exempt from any profession or position
To my undoubted ability, my suitability I brook no opposition!
A soldier, a sailor, a politician, even the highest of the high
Aspirations to rule, to be president within my reach lie
Enabling me like men, to be brutal and crooked
To have no concerns over the people who are thus crushed and booted
Brawn power is no longer men's exclusive domain
A wrestler, a boxer, a trucker I can be
No longer playing second fiddle to men, as you can clearly see

Is there a limit to my monumental rise?
No, certainly not - why have I worked this wise?
Anything men can do, I can do better
Not equality, but superiority is what I seek
My just deserts, the fruits of my success I shall reach

And all have I gained without any expense?
Alas, no that has not been the case in any sense
Increasingly, I wonder and wonder
If into man's hands have I not played in this war of the gender
As I see myself in the bare minimum, artistically draped
Over an automobile, a boat, or any such saleable commodity
Constrained into a figure, a size, a style that men have shaped
Never questioning this new form of abuse - what an oddity!
Advertising chewing gum in my cleavage
Using my body for such small paltry gains
Fallen and cheapened myself all by a ploy
Of the men who use subtle and sophisticated new techniques to oppress and suppress
Intellectually reduced to a meaningless toy
Only on my physical attributes do they place undue stress
I sometimes think, have I been such a fool
With my own free will, allowed men to use me as a tool
For my own degradation, my own depravity - Oh! would that I could cry!!
So bereft of any honour and shame am I;

Victimised at work and at play; verily on every ground
The rape and harassment statistics truly do astound
My mental health has fallen by the wayside
With stimulants, drugs and worse, my agitation do I hide
My quest to retain my youthful body; an illusion, an illustration
Of a commodity for men's gratification
Severe dieting, the health club are my religion
The plastic surgeon's knife is but a small pain
To evade the wrinkles, the grey hair and sagging breasts to train
The stress is killing me; Oh! that I could just enjoy
Self-esteem and respect for myself as a person, not as a toy
Oh! that the joys of motherhood were valued at the right price
So I could turn my back on this "progress" without thinking twice
And revert to my honoured role in the confines of my own warm sweet home

What Will it be like on Judgement Day

I feel my heartbeat slowing,
My death is fast approaching,
And they appear to me,
The angels want my soul,
The angels want my soul,
The executors of demands,
They never fail the task,
All my power, all my wealth?
They've deserted me,
They've deserted me,
My destination isn't clear,
The sum of all my fears,
My denials have appeared,
And it's the greatest loss,
And it's the greatest loss,
Oh could I return?
Just to say that I believed,
Oh could I have earned,
All the land and all the seas,
I don't wanna burn,
I don't wanna burn,
O could I return?
And give my brother just a smile?
Oh could I return?
And persevere just for a while,
And remember him,
And remember him.

Author Unknown

Let Me Be...

I am restless..curb me, please
I am senseless..fill me in
Barren thoughts..not a clue
Ever in dilemma..what to do?
 
Antagonistic..sometimes numb
Insatiable..quest for truth
Vague..all those views
Hardship..help me, please
Test..never at ease
 
Hope..always looking for
Heart..forever searching for
Tongue..mine displease
(So, forgive me please..)
 
Reaching..out to You
Working..to please You
O’ My Rabb..hear my plea,
Content..let me be!

My Love Story

She came into my life, when i needed her the most when i had lost it all, the trust, the care, emotion.
she taught me that i could trust people again that i could love and respect once more.
making me think different to how others would percieve. when i felt weak, she'd empower me.
Her presence was pleasing and brought peace to my heart the scenes of the world were colourful now, pure art.
She encouraged me to ask Allah, and He would give.. So by His Mercy i'd learn patience, and to forgive.
We'd work together and be strong. Even though our journey was tiresome, and long..
..but time moved forward, and situations changed. The world distracted. 
The love didn't increase, just conflicted.
"i'm sorry" i'd say regretfully. 
"repent to Allah" she would reply.
but the love wouldn't rise again. Sins would rise. Our relationship began to change... My heart was greedy, and it wanted more.
the gaze wouldnt lower when passers flaunted the heart said no, but the desires taunted.
the heart covered itself in dirt of black. soon.. she left, and didn't come back...
 
the regret hurt, and loneliness messed my head. Couldn't go sleep, couldn't rest.
i covered the pain with sin might remove this pain i'm in?
the pain persisted and the desire more so i increased in rebellion, but this feeling wouldnt go..
..i had lost myself.. my regret overpowered
i went in search
she was with her protector, waiting to be found. Just waiting for me to come around. She missed me too but i couldnt be with her, until i gave her her due.
what is your due, i humbly asked?

“To pray, to obey, and be steadfast 
thats the only way - our relationship lasts. 

To be the friend of Allah, and think of death often. 
To humble yourself, and do good action 

to prepare for that moment, when we all run away 
except the one who prepared for that Day 

so fear Allah and be committed 
to our relationship, so you're admitted,  

in the gardens of joy 
don't be the people of hell 
the home of destruction, a fire filled cell. 

mend your ways now, its the right thing to do, 
deep down, you know i care for you..“

i listened attentively, understanding.. I was wrong in desiring more.
When she was enough for me, when she made me joy. That smile of that kid, who finds his best toy.
The simplicity, the balance, the pact we kept. Thats what we wanted - without regret.
i asked her Protector, who gave her me back. This experience had put me on track.
except this time i was sure i didnt need to exceed desires for more.
the experience gave me fresh strength

The true Joy was in being content.

..We're now together - together till death, a promise we've - upto now - kept.
i hope it remains this way. oh Allah, don't let us stray. from your Mercy and pleasure. since that's the only way, we'll stay together.
now you know, this was my love story.. except, it wasn't what you expected it to be.
this girl, her name was Imaan*. except she wasn't a girl, she's my faith - that kept me strong.
Imaan is my joy, my love, and pleasure.. the one i've tried to find - through many - in haraam, except this caused the least harm,
..the one I still treasure. --- *Meaning Faith/trust [I.e. Iman billah (a trust/contract with Allah/God)
I ask Allah to make us love Imaan, to travel with her - always, to cause us to die with her, and to arise on Judgment Day with her by our side.

Author Unknown

The Woman

The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
... hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter...

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan'allah, subhan'allah, subhana'allah

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen
is very, very stern
for her it is a must
to control one's lust

But the Women I see
sad to say, most wear "minis"
alone I lament... "VIAGRA on heels"?
though they are not made for this!

The Woman I met
boasting her beauty
most probably by surgery?
but does she know it is all temporary?


Hence, the Woman I know
is advised to follow
the sunnah of our beloved Rasulullah
from head to toe....

The Woman I judge
often bears a grudge
EQUALITY, she requests (or rather protests)
but please bear in mind ALLAH'S inquest!

The Women I hurt (by this article)
please do not curse or smut
for it is better I warned
before all is gone...