And We Call Ourselves Believers...
By Masood
In the time of the Prophet, even the hypocrites prayed in the masjid every day.
And we call ourselves believers, but in a masjid many of us hardly ever pray.
They would fast in Ramadan and they would give some money in zakat too.
And we call ourselves believers; would our bellies and pockets say we're true?
They acted and they prayed as if they were the true lovers of this deen.
And we call ourselves believers, but is salah even in our daily routine?
They gave money in sadaqa, even though it caused their hearts much pain.
And we call ourselves believers, yet in sadaqa, many of us totally refrain.
They acted as if they loved the Quran, they memorized it and all.
And we call ourselves believers, but many of us only hang it on our wall.
They even went to the masjid when they heard Bilal's mighty call.
And we call ourselves believers; yet many miss salah for stuff like the mall.
They pretended that they loved you, they would even hug and kiss you.
And we call ourselves believers; yet anger runs between some of us like a flu.
They followed some sunnah, however they did it just for show.
And we call ourselves believers, yet the sunnah many of us just forgo.
They said La ilaha illalah, but will go to the Nar because they weren't sincere.
And we call ourselves believers, yet to the deen, many of us don't adhere.
In there hearts was a nasty disease, yet they acted as if they really cared.
And we call ourselves believers, and yet, its our actions that seem impaired.
Comparing ourselves to those hypocrites is an interesting perspective.
And we call ourselves believers, yet even compared to them many of us seem defective.
They were the enemies of Allah, yet to Him they acted as if they were dear,
And we call ourselves believers; well then, lets put this faith of ours in gear!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Our Beloved Nabi (pbuh)
Our Beloved Nabi (pbuh)
by Hafiz Imtiaz Kathrada
Years, Decades, Centuries...time had passed
Young, All, Old...were lost in the past
Vice, Evil, Sin...had spread so fast
A Messenger, Prophet, Saviour...was born at last
Sent as a guidance to mankind
The world's complication did he unwind
Our salvation, his day and night concern
The hereafter being the point of no return
Days, Weeks, Months...years have gone
Piety, Goodness, Devotion...changes have dawn
Peace, Love, Unity...mercy has drawn
Help, Guidance, Direction...a Saviour was born
His heart bore constant remembrance
His actions leading to eternal deliverance
His speech knocked at every heart
His finger split the moon apart
Poverty, Difficulty, Hunger...Patiently did he bear
Just, Righteous, Fair...piety did he wear
Concerned, Worried, Crying...always did he care
Striving, Efforts, Sacrifice...darkness did he tear
Peace, Harmony, Security...marked his presence
Disorder, Chaos, Danger...marks his absence.
An Nasihah, April 2003
by Hafiz Imtiaz Kathrada
Years, Decades, Centuries...time had passed
Young, All, Old...were lost in the past
Vice, Evil, Sin...had spread so fast
A Messenger, Prophet, Saviour...was born at last
Sent as a guidance to mankind
The world's complication did he unwind
Our salvation, his day and night concern
The hereafter being the point of no return
Days, Weeks, Months...years have gone
Piety, Goodness, Devotion...changes have dawn
Peace, Love, Unity...mercy has drawn
Help, Guidance, Direction...a Saviour was born
His heart bore constant remembrance
His actions leading to eternal deliverance
His speech knocked at every heart
His finger split the moon apart
Poverty, Difficulty, Hunger...Patiently did he bear
Just, Righteous, Fair...piety did he wear
Concerned, Worried, Crying...always did he care
Striving, Efforts, Sacrifice...darkness did he tear
Peace, Harmony, Security...marked his presence
Disorder, Chaos, Danger...marks his absence.
An Nasihah, April 2003
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Hajj Requests
Hajj Requests
by Ahmed
Friends and the family ask for the same
'In your duas please mention my name
and in the Prophets Masjid convey my salams
pray Allah one day takes me to those blessed lands'
I nod my head and signify acceptance
and ask them to pray I make the distance
To travel safely and with immunity
and that I am able to utilise this opportunity
that Allah has granted me
In fulfilling my islamic Hajj duty!
Inshallah, I will make dua for everyone and I bid you all EID MUBARAK in advance.
by Ahmed
Friends and the family ask for the same
'In your duas please mention my name
and in the Prophets Masjid convey my salams
pray Allah one day takes me to those blessed lands'
I nod my head and signify acceptance
and ask them to pray I make the distance
To travel safely and with immunity
and that I am able to utilise this opportunity
that Allah has granted me
In fulfilling my islamic Hajj duty!
Inshallah, I will make dua for everyone and I bid you all EID MUBARAK in advance.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
To The People Of The World
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.
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.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Hajj
HAJJ
This sacred journey we undertake,
Is purely done for Allah’s sake,
But when to Makkah Muslims go,
They must have the means you know,
And the Hajj will have more benefit,
For Pilgrims who are physically fit.
They’ll see the Ka’bah or Baitullah,
Which is the Qiblah in our Salah,
They will wear lhram you see,
Make Tawaf and perform Sa'e,
Which are rituals they must make,
While the Hajj they undertake.
And at Arafat they will meet,
Despite the blazing sun and heat,
And the Hajj will reach its peak,
While Allah’s Mercy pilgrims seek,
No matter what their colour or race,
To seek His pleasure and His Grace.
So much there is to learn and see,
When Muslims display such unity,
They who come from near and far,
And it doesn’t matter who they are,
As long as Allah is their goal,
And they purify their soul.
Remember too, right from the start,
Virtues of each Rukn form part,
Of the Hajj in all its essence,
Not to mention all the lessons,
And the blessings without measure,
That we get by the Almighty's pleasure.
This sacred journey we undertake,
Is purely done for Allah’s sake,
But when to Makkah Muslims go,
They must have the means you know,
And the Hajj will have more benefit,
For Pilgrims who are physically fit.
They’ll see the Ka’bah or Baitullah,
Which is the Qiblah in our Salah,
They will wear lhram you see,
Make Tawaf and perform Sa'e,
Which are rituals they must make,
While the Hajj they undertake.
And at Arafat they will meet,
Despite the blazing sun and heat,
And the Hajj will reach its peak,
While Allah’s Mercy pilgrims seek,
No matter what their colour or race,
To seek His pleasure and His Grace.
So much there is to learn and see,
When Muslims display such unity,
They who come from near and far,
And it doesn’t matter who they are,
As long as Allah is their goal,
And they purify their soul.
Remember too, right from the start,
Virtues of each Rukn form part,
Of the Hajj in all its essence,
Not to mention all the lessons,
And the blessings without measure,
That we get by the Almighty's pleasure.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
The Sahabah
The Sahabah (companions of the Prophet pbuh)
by Ahmed
Many hardships the companions did endure
Yet on Tauheed they kept their hearts pure
Their gaze fixed on the reward of the hereafter
Unlike us, passing our time in joy and laughter
The services they gave to our deen
The likes of which we have never seen
The pleasure of Allah and His Rasul their aim
They gave up lives of luxuries and fame
We have acknowledged their good status
Then why does this not give us impetus
To strive and work to be like they were
Instead to be like pop stars and celebrities we prefer?
O Muslim! Leave the kuffar ways before you are seized
Instead adopt the way of the Sahabah’s with whom Allah is pleased!
by Ahmed
Many hardships the companions did endure
Yet on Tauheed they kept their hearts pure
Their gaze fixed on the reward of the hereafter
Unlike us, passing our time in joy and laughter
The services they gave to our deen
The likes of which we have never seen
The pleasure of Allah and His Rasul their aim
They gave up lives of luxuries and fame
We have acknowledged their good status
Then why does this not give us impetus
To strive and work to be like they were
Instead to be like pop stars and celebrities we prefer?
O Muslim! Leave the kuffar ways before you are seized
Instead adopt the way of the Sahabah’s with whom Allah is pleased!
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
When a person fears Allah...
When a person fears Allah...
Author unknown
When a person fears Allah you can tell
How many times a day do you ponder over Hell?
And whether you enter it and stay
Or whether you’ll be released after you pay
You can see it in his face and in his eyes
In what he will cling to and what he will despise
In what is the center of his attraction
In how he defines the word satisfaction
In how he stops to think before an action
In how he hates spiritual distraction
In how restless is his relaxation
In how remembrance of Allah is his favorite vacation
In how cautious is his enjoyment
In how particular he is about his employment
In the direction in which he casts his glances
In how when it comes to his soul he doesn’t take chances
In the secretive way he shares his money
In faith he finds a taste much sweeter than honey
In his poverty to Allah he has found Richness in His Pleasure
In his emptying his heart in repentance he has found forgiveness beyond measure
In his isolation with his Lord he feels overwhelmed with the company of blessings
In his hatred of ignorance and fearing a return to a life of transgressing
In how taqwa is his leader, not his desires
In how clear and lofty are the goals for which he aspires
In how he tames his stomach and incarcerates his tongue
In how readily he submits to the truth when it’s brung
In how he smiles at the believers and frowns at his sins
In how smooth and loving he is with his wife knowing that gentleness always wins
In how he ponders over the creation of his Lord increasing in insight and joy!
Fortifying his faith with tawheed knowing what shirk can destroy
By Allah I love this person and love to watch and count his ways
By Allah I miss this person who seems so rare these days!
Author unknown
When a person fears Allah you can tell
How many times a day do you ponder over Hell?
And whether you enter it and stay
Or whether you’ll be released after you pay
You can see it in his face and in his eyes
In what he will cling to and what he will despise
In what is the center of his attraction
In how he defines the word satisfaction
In how he stops to think before an action
In how he hates spiritual distraction
In how restless is his relaxation
In how remembrance of Allah is his favorite vacation
In how cautious is his enjoyment
In how particular he is about his employment
In the direction in which he casts his glances
In how when it comes to his soul he doesn’t take chances
In the secretive way he shares his money
In faith he finds a taste much sweeter than honey
In his poverty to Allah he has found Richness in His Pleasure
In his emptying his heart in repentance he has found forgiveness beyond measure
In his isolation with his Lord he feels overwhelmed with the company of blessings
In his hatred of ignorance and fearing a return to a life of transgressing
In how taqwa is his leader, not his desires
In how clear and lofty are the goals for which he aspires
In how he tames his stomach and incarcerates his tongue
In how readily he submits to the truth when it’s brung
In how he smiles at the believers and frowns at his sins
In how smooth and loving he is with his wife knowing that gentleness always wins
In how he ponders over the creation of his Lord increasing in insight and joy!
Fortifying his faith with tawheed knowing what shirk can destroy
By Allah I love this person and love to watch and count his ways
By Allah I miss this person who seems so rare these days!
Saturday, December 03, 2005
The Prophet Muhammed (SAW)
Prophet Muhammad (SAW)
When truth was lost and hearts frozen
from You, Allah came a Prophet, chosen.
Blessed Prophet Muhammad, obedient to You
taught us the things we ought to do.
He taught us for certain that You are One
and that You have neither a daughter nor son.
He taught us to be good to our mother and father
and that Paradise lies under the feet of our mother.
I love you my Prophet and sing your praise
and follow your Sunna, Prophetic Ways.
One day I will come to visit your tomb
Insh'Allah, that day will be very soon.
When truth was lost and hearts frozen
from You, Allah came a Prophet, chosen.
Blessed Prophet Muhammad, obedient to You
taught us the things we ought to do.
He taught us for certain that You are One
and that You have neither a daughter nor son.
He taught us to be good to our mother and father
and that Paradise lies under the feet of our mother.
I love you my Prophet and sing your praise
and follow your Sunna, Prophetic Ways.
One day I will come to visit your tomb
Insh'Allah, that day will be very soon.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
The Wedding!
THE WEDDING!
By Justice Mufti Taqi Usmani
They first met at a den of sin and vice
the meeting criteria being; was the other looking nice
Never was their criteria Deen
In fact Deen in them, couldn't be seen.
After many a lewd and very crude an interlude
the details of which, often, were very rude
they decided to tie the knot
rather than wallow and rot
Then came the engagement function
quite contrary to the Shari injunction
With free intermingling of the sexes
it, one with an iota of Imaan vexes
Suddenly the telephone, an important tool
became the plaything of these Shaytaani fools
Long before the prolonged nikah date
they behaved as if they were intimate mates
Finally came the big wedding 'do'
with them trying to be like the Jones's too!
The bride sat like a waxen puppet on the stage
much to her Lord's rage
With all and sundry viewing and even kissing the bride
isn't Jahanum for them a complimentary ride?
Do they entertain a hope of this marriage to last
when they do not hold onto Deen fast?
Article taken from Darul-Ihsan Research & Eduation Centre
By Justice Mufti Taqi Usmani
They first met at a den of sin and vice
the meeting criteria being; was the other looking nice
Never was their criteria Deen
In fact Deen in them, couldn't be seen.
After many a lewd and very crude an interlude
the details of which, often, were very rude
they decided to tie the knot
rather than wallow and rot
Then came the engagement function
quite contrary to the Shari injunction
With free intermingling of the sexes
it, one with an iota of Imaan vexes
Suddenly the telephone, an important tool
became the plaything of these Shaytaani fools
Long before the prolonged nikah date
they behaved as if they were intimate mates
Finally came the big wedding 'do'
with them trying to be like the Jones's too!
The bride sat like a waxen puppet on the stage
much to her Lord's rage
With all and sundry viewing and even kissing the bride
isn't Jahanum for them a complimentary ride?
Do they entertain a hope of this marriage to last
when they do not hold onto Deen fast?
Article taken from Darul-Ihsan Research & Eduation Centre
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Judgement Day
JUDGEMENT DAY
Author unknown
For the final time the trumpet is sounded,
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It's all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah's greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in your prayers I am included!
Author unknown
For the final time the trumpet is sounded,
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It's all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah's greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in your prayers I am included!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Islam - A World Of Peace And Love
| Islam - A World Of Love And Peace A world where people love to smile, And send good wishes all the while. A world where people offer peace, And good words from them never cease. A world where people do not hoard, But give to those who can't afford. A world where people help defend, And heal the wounds and try to mend. A world where people share a gift, And help the pauper's spirit lift. A world where people feel no pride, But live together side by side. A world where people purify, And always on their Lord rely. This world, we have it in our palm. Dear people, It Is Al - Islam By Nabeela Malik And Tanzeela Mahmood |
Thursday, November 17, 2005
A Good Death
A GOOD DEATH
by Ahmed
My time has come quickly so
I thought I had ages left to go
My Lord constantly on my mind
My heart praising the Divine
Punctually 5 times salah I would pray
Reciting Quran I always started my day
The daily duas devotedly memorised
Each opportunity they were utilised
Showing kindness to all those I met
Prophet Muhammads (pbuh) teachings I did not forget
In this way my Imaan became strong
So Allah would save me from doing wrong
And when I did do any bad deed
I would repent sincerely with great speed
Asking Allah for a clean sheet
The Masjid my frequent retreat
Listening to the Shaykhs true advice
I acted on it without even blinking twice
Death will come to me like a nice breeze
The angels take my soul with ease
May Allah give all the Muslimeen death upon Imaan
Ameen
by Ahmed
My time has come quickly so
I thought I had ages left to go
My Lord constantly on my mind
My heart praising the Divine
Punctually 5 times salah I would pray
Reciting Quran I always started my day
The daily duas devotedly memorised
Each opportunity they were utilised
Showing kindness to all those I met
Prophet Muhammads (pbuh) teachings I did not forget
In this way my Imaan became strong
So Allah would save me from doing wrong
And when I did do any bad deed
I would repent sincerely with great speed
Asking Allah for a clean sheet
The Masjid my frequent retreat
Listening to the Shaykhs true advice
I acted on it without even blinking twice
Death will come to me like a nice breeze
The angels take my soul with ease
May Allah give all the Muslimeen death upon Imaan
Ameen
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
A Bad Death
A BAD DEATH
by Ahmed
My time has come quickly so
I thought I had ages left to go
I liked to look slick
Flirting gave me the ‘kick’
Out I went to just chill
With my mates for that buzz and thrill
But along with them little I did know
That from Islam I was distancing myself slow
Like this my Imaan did fade
In sins I began to wade
Death has come around for us
Now I want to catch the Islam bus
Sadly it is too late
I am to suffer the worst fate
Death will come to me with pain
The Shaykhs past warnings in vain
I should have taken heed
And without delay started amassing many good deed
My friends take this poem not lightly
Now is the time to take up Islam fully
May Allah save all the Muslimeen from the pains of death
Ameen
by Ahmed
My time has come quickly so
I thought I had ages left to go
I liked to look slick
Flirting gave me the ‘kick’
Out I went to just chill
With my mates for that buzz and thrill
But along with them little I did know
That from Islam I was distancing myself slow
Like this my Imaan did fade
In sins I began to wade
Death has come around for us
Now I want to catch the Islam bus
Sadly it is too late
I am to suffer the worst fate
Death will come to me with pain
The Shaykhs past warnings in vain
I should have taken heed
And without delay started amassing many good deed
My friends take this poem not lightly
Now is the time to take up Islam fully
May Allah save all the Muslimeen from the pains of death
Ameen
Friday, November 11, 2005
I Asked For Strength
I asked for Strength.........And Allah gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom.........And Allah gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity.........And Allah gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage.........And Allah gave me Danger to overcome. I asked for Love..........And Allah gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors.........And Allah gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted ........I received everything I needed!
I asked for Wisdom.........And Allah gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity.........And Allah gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage.........And Allah gave me Danger to overcome. I asked for Love..........And Allah gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors.........And Allah gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted ........I received everything I needed!
Ahad Ahad
| Why shed these tears of sorrow? Why shed these tears of grief? Ya nafsy how soon you forget, After trials come sweet relief Why turn you from Ar-Rahman? Why yearn for a listening friend? Ya nafsy, do you not remember, On ALLAH (SWT), you must depend? Have you not read those stories, Of the trials in days gone by, Of the Sahabi beloved by ALLAH (SWT), Who for ALLAH (SWT)’s cause did strive? Why loosen your hold upon him? Why fling away, His outstretched Hand? Ya nafsy, do you not remember, Bilal's Sabr on the blazing sand? "Ahad! Ahad!" He cried, While his flesh did drip and burn. "Ahad! Ahad!" He cried, To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned. Have you forgotten the firmness of Hamza, As the gleaming swords did fall? With Sabr he turned to ALLAH (SWT), As the Quraish did slice and maul. Why drown in salty tear drops? How can you dare compare your pain? To that of Yasir and Summayah, As they lay tortured on the scorching plain? Have you forgotten the charring of Khabbab, As on burning coals he lay? Ya nafsy how meagre your suffering, Wherefore do you lose your way? Why befriend you not Al-Wali? Why not in Salat to Him complain? Like Job who only to Allah, Turned in all his grief and pain? Forget you that trials in this life, Cleanse your heart and make it clean? Ya nafsy, why all this sadness? Do you not wish your heart to gleam? Be patient in all your hardships, ALLAH (SWT) hears your cries of woe. So trust Him and His Hikma, For He knows best and not you. So tighten your hold upon him, Lest He withdraw His outstretched Hand! And remember the example of Bilal, As he lay anchored on the blazing sand. "Ahad! Ahad!" he cried, While his flesh did drip and burn. "Ahad! Ahad!" he cried, To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned. |
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Hijab
HIJAB
A very good poem for the sisters to ponder over :)
What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free
All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair
Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated
They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'
Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused
They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice
They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged
All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above
On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules
Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty
See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy
Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me
We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight
So when people ask you how you feel about that hood
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good'
A very good poem for the sisters to ponder over :)
What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free
All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair
Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated
They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'
Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused
They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice
They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged
All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above
On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules
Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty
See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy
Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me
We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight
So when people ask you how you feel about that hood
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good'
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
The Ultimate Computer Virus
THE ULTIMATE COMPUTER VIRUS
Shaitaan held a meeting one day,
Furious as he watched the muslims in Ramadan pray,
And he spoke at length of his ancient plans and dreams,
And shouted long and hard emitting screams.
If they go on at this rate,
They’ll all enter Paradise through Rayyan’s gate,
But I promised to lead the children of Aadam astray,
This Ramadan thing’s clearly not going my way
So one of his chained jinns looked up from the devilish herds,
And said if ye bid me sire to say some words,
I have just the plan to fool the muslim ummah,
And seduce them away from that place called Jannah
Pray tell, my devilish companion…..Please
We must lower those muslims by degrees,
For their good deeds have become vast like the seas,
I’m going to lose my reputation as Iblees!
Microchips –Its called the internet
Its an idea you gotta hear-you won’t regret,
I’ve thought long and hard about this one,
And boy,Oh boy…is this some fun.
At the touch of a keyboard they have an Islamic forum,
Where they think they’re increasing their imaan with much decorum,
And they log on and click with their mouse,
Not realising they’ve entered a room from shaitaan’s house.
We’ll teach them to backbite, argue and fight,
They’ll leave reciting the Quran and lose their heavenly light,
Sufis verus salafis and vice versa,
All at the click of a mouse and cursor.
At the touch of a button they can curse the scholars,
Nowadays a laptop costs just a few hundred dollars,
And they’ll type bad words about Ibn Arabi and Ibn Taymeeyah,
Without any knowledge of the sciences of the Shariah
Non-Mahrems can interact on chatrooms from Pakistan to France,
What began as da’wah often ends up in Romance,
Tahajjud prayers go out of the window,
The troops of hell will just grow and grow
We’ll drown them in information overload,
Hell will be waiting; their final abode,
Lost in useless bits, bytes and endless sights
Ghaflah,Ghaflah- They’ll waste their nights
Instead of using tasbeehs for performing dhikr
We’ll create nonsensical arguments and make them bicker,
And brother against brother shall live in divide,
Through endless debates we’ll inject poison inside
As for the very sinful, there’ll be pornography
And music dancing and much debauchery,
Who can resist those pop-up windows?
Can you see ,master, muslims entering hell in their throes?
The ultimate computer virus is called shaitaan,
That Trojan horse will snatch away your precious imaan,
He’s an evil whizz who has lots of experience
His aim in life is to take your soul to decadence
Oh Slave of Allah(swt) be not so sordid,
Your internet access is being tapped and recorded
By the noble angels on your shoulders that accompany you,
You might escape human cameras but you can’t escape Allah’s view
Say a’oodhubillah, And don’t waste your time
Spend each moment in dhikr of the divine,
Use technology to please the Lord of Creation
Avoid trivial pursuits and satanic temptation
~by a Member on SF,wishing to remain anonymous
Please keep the member who contributed such an insightful poem in your duaas as well as us and our loved ones.
**This post was found on excellent islamic blog Journey Ends**
Shaitaan held a meeting one day,
Furious as he watched the muslims in Ramadan pray,
And he spoke at length of his ancient plans and dreams,
And shouted long and hard emitting screams.
If they go on at this rate,
They’ll all enter Paradise through Rayyan’s gate,
But I promised to lead the children of Aadam astray,
This Ramadan thing’s clearly not going my way
So one of his chained jinns looked up from the devilish herds,
And said if ye bid me sire to say some words,
I have just the plan to fool the muslim ummah,
And seduce them away from that place called Jannah
Pray tell, my devilish companion…..Please
We must lower those muslims by degrees,
For their good deeds have become vast like the seas,
I’m going to lose my reputation as Iblees!
Microchips –Its called the internet
Its an idea you gotta hear-you won’t regret,
I’ve thought long and hard about this one,
And boy,Oh boy…is this some fun.
At the touch of a keyboard they have an Islamic forum,
Where they think they’re increasing their imaan with much decorum,
And they log on and click with their mouse,
Not realising they’ve entered a room from shaitaan’s house.
We’ll teach them to backbite, argue and fight,
They’ll leave reciting the Quran and lose their heavenly light,
Sufis verus salafis and vice versa,
All at the click of a mouse and cursor.
At the touch of a button they can curse the scholars,
Nowadays a laptop costs just a few hundred dollars,
And they’ll type bad words about Ibn Arabi and Ibn Taymeeyah,
Without any knowledge of the sciences of the Shariah
Non-Mahrems can interact on chatrooms from Pakistan to France,
What began as da’wah often ends up in Romance,
Tahajjud prayers go out of the window,
The troops of hell will just grow and grow
We’ll drown them in information overload,
Hell will be waiting; their final abode,
Lost in useless bits, bytes and endless sights
Ghaflah,Ghaflah- They’ll waste their nights
Instead of using tasbeehs for performing dhikr
We’ll create nonsensical arguments and make them bicker,
And brother against brother shall live in divide,
Through endless debates we’ll inject poison inside
As for the very sinful, there’ll be pornography
And music dancing and much debauchery,
Who can resist those pop-up windows?
Can you see ,master, muslims entering hell in their throes?
The ultimate computer virus is called shaitaan,
That Trojan horse will snatch away your precious imaan,
He’s an evil whizz who has lots of experience
His aim in life is to take your soul to decadence
Oh Slave of Allah(swt) be not so sordid,
Your internet access is being tapped and recorded
By the noble angels on your shoulders that accompany you,
You might escape human cameras but you can’t escape Allah’s view
Say a’oodhubillah, And don’t waste your time
Spend each moment in dhikr of the divine,
Use technology to please the Lord of Creation
Avoid trivial pursuits and satanic temptation
~by a Member on SF,wishing to remain anonymous
Please keep the member who contributed such an insightful poem in your duaas as well as us and our loved ones.
**This post was found on excellent islamic blog Journey Ends**
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I Love Eid
It is Eid today! It is Eid today! I can see the tiny new moon Up there, in the heavenly sky, Surrounded by beautiful twinkling stars! Heralding the happy coming of Eid, It is Eid today! Thank you, Almighty Allah! For giving us so much happiness, For the moon and the stars And everything we have, The glad tidings of the season That reminds us of your Greatness, The acts of purification we undergo To show you our loyalty, The prayers we say To seek from you Blessings On this occasion of Eid, Which brings so much joy. It is Eid Today! |
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Eid Celebration!
Eid Celebration! by Maariyah, aged 9, from Bradford, England.
Eid is coming
I just can't wait
Time to get ready
and CELEBRATE!
Busy buying presnts
for relatives and they
just can't wait and
remember one thing
on this day never fight
just be happy
SO HAPPY EID CELEBRATIONS!
Eid is coming
I just can't wait
Time to get ready
and CELEBRATE!
Busy buying presnts
for relatives and they
just can't wait and
remember one thing
on this day never fight
just be happy
SO HAPPY EID CELEBRATIONS!
Sunday, October 30, 2005
You Granted Me Life
“You granted me with life, thank You…
Where would I be without You…
All these years You’ve gifted me with…
Yet I’ll live for next year lies a myth…
Grant my parents a long life…
My hardships they managed to survive…
Oh my Lord make me see with these eyes…
Oh Merciful make me realise…
Make me so greatful for those special Two…
I’m Blessed with this life to accept Your Truth…”
Where would I be without You…
All these years You’ve gifted me with…
Yet I’ll live for next year lies a myth…
Grant my parents a long life…
My hardships they managed to survive…
Oh my Lord make me see with these eyes…
Oh Merciful make me realise…
Make me so greatful for those special Two…
I’m Blessed with this life to accept Your Truth…”
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Eid ul Fitr
EID UL FITR
By Obaid Ahmed, 8 years
Now that we fasted and did extra good deeds,
We celebrate Eid-ul-Fitr, one of the two Eids!
Allah prescribed two Eids and forbid all other festivals,
He told us to worship Him and try to get the medals!
Ramadan is a special training for a Muslim,
Practice Islam even when its light appears to be dim.
Continue doing good deeds, just as in Ramadan
And give Sadaqa-e-Fitr, for every child, woman and man
We go to the Eid-gah and say the Takbir,
On Eid day, our best clothes we do wear!
We listen to the Eid khutbah,
And don’t leave until we pray the Eid salah!
We go to the Eid prayer in any type of weather,
And give presents to each other!
We say Eid Mubarak,
And wish each other good luck!
We celebrate festival of Eid
By thanking Allah for granting us our needs!
By Obaid Ahmed, 8 years
Now that we fasted and did extra good deeds,
We celebrate Eid-ul-Fitr, one of the two Eids!
Allah prescribed two Eids and forbid all other festivals,
He told us to worship Him and try to get the medals!
Ramadan is a special training for a Muslim,
Practice Islam even when its light appears to be dim.
Continue doing good deeds, just as in Ramadan
And give Sadaqa-e-Fitr, for every child, woman and man
We go to the Eid-gah and say the Takbir,
On Eid day, our best clothes we do wear!
We listen to the Eid khutbah,
And don’t leave until we pray the Eid salah!
We go to the Eid prayer in any type of weather,
And give presents to each other!
We say Eid Mubarak,
And wish each other good luck!
We celebrate festival of Eid
By thanking Allah for granting us our needs!
Monday, October 24, 2005
Paradise
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
Abdul
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
Abdul
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Month of Mercy
Author Unknown
Welcome to Ramadan, the month of mercy.
Sit yourself calm and witness the beauty.
Feel the pure breeze under the shade of palm trees,
Forgiveness - even if sins stretch seven seas.
The month of reflecting on the life we’ve spent
And how it healed after every dent.
The time to realize your true objective
And to live Islam fully and not selective.
The time to appreciate the food and drink.
To unite rich and poor and provide the link.
The month of the struggle to grasp your soul,
For the next eleven months, in full control.
This is the time when the gates of hell are shut.
The devil is locked up and his work is cut.
The doors of mercy are opened up wide
And Allah’s blessings are always on your side
This is the month when the Qur’an was revealed,
The last revelation – the door had been sealed.
A true guidance for the whole of mankind,
No better words elsewhere will we ever find.
This is the month in which falls the Night of Power,
‘Better than a thousand months’, the blessings shower.
The angels descend on us so that they may see
The faces of believers in tranquility.
Don’t ignore this Ramadan; it could be your last.
Strive to obtain Allah’s pleasure and hold your fast.
Tomorrow could be your final day, be prepared.
Seize today by the neck and have no chance spared.
Related poems:
Ramadhan
Blessed Ramadhan
Ramadhan
Ramadan
Welcome to Ramadan, the month of mercy.
Sit yourself calm and witness the beauty.
Feel the pure breeze under the shade of palm trees,
Forgiveness - even if sins stretch seven seas.
The month of reflecting on the life we’ve spent
And how it healed after every dent.
The time to realize your true objective
And to live Islam fully and not selective.
The time to appreciate the food and drink.
To unite rich and poor and provide the link.
The month of the struggle to grasp your soul,
For the next eleven months, in full control.
This is the time when the gates of hell are shut.
The devil is locked up and his work is cut.
The doors of mercy are opened up wide
And Allah’s blessings are always on your side
This is the month when the Qur’an was revealed,
The last revelation – the door had been sealed.
A true guidance for the whole of mankind,
No better words elsewhere will we ever find.
This is the month in which falls the Night of Power,
‘Better than a thousand months’, the blessings shower.
The angels descend on us so that they may see
The faces of believers in tranquility.
Don’t ignore this Ramadan; it could be your last.
Strive to obtain Allah’s pleasure and hold your fast.
Tomorrow could be your final day, be prepared.
Seize today by the neck and have no chance spared.
Related poems:
Ramadhan
Blessed Ramadhan
Ramadhan
Ramadan
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
When is Eid?
WHEN IS EID?
by Ahmed
When is Eid ul Fitr I hear you say
Yet it is still so far away
Still here are the days of Ramadan
Take benefit of it while you can
Increase good deeds in your books of record
Pray these deeds are accepted by your Lord
Make the most of whats left of these days
and snap out of this premature Eid craze!
by Ahmed
When is Eid ul Fitr I hear you say
Yet it is still so far away
Still here are the days of Ramadan
Take benefit of it while you can
Increase good deeds in your books of record
Pray these deeds are accepted by your Lord
Make the most of whats left of these days
and snap out of this premature Eid craze!
Monday, October 17, 2005
Am I Thankful To Allah
Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?
Am I honestly thankful to the Almighty One,
For the early morning mist, the bright, rising sun?
During Fajr prayer, I use my soft prayer mat,
As Allah’s servant, do I appreciate that?
Throughout the day, do I realize,
That Allah, All knowing and the Most Wise,
Gives me what I need and so much more
And that I have so much to be grateful for?
The scent of fresh rain, a small child’s laugh,
My sisters who choose to stand for Islam,
Each piece of fruit, each glass of water,
Brothers protecting their sons and their daughters.
A grandmother’s love, a book of Hadith,
The clothes that I wear, the food that I eat.
The book that I should follow, the Holy Quran,
Promoting the good and ending the wrong.
So I must ask myself every beautiful day,
Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?
Am I honestly thankful to the Almighty One,
For the early morning mist, the bright, rising sun?
During Fajr prayer, I use my soft prayer mat,
As Allah’s servant, do I appreciate that?
Throughout the day, do I realize,
That Allah, All knowing and the Most Wise,
Gives me what I need and so much more
And that I have so much to be grateful for?
The scent of fresh rain, a small child’s laugh,
My sisters who choose to stand for Islam,
Each piece of fruit, each glass of water,
Brothers protecting their sons and their daughters.
A grandmother’s love, a book of Hadith,
The clothes that I wear, the food that I eat.
The book that I should follow, the Holy Quran,
Promoting the good and ending the wrong.
So I must ask myself every beautiful day,
Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Ramadan
Read in abudndance the Holy Quran
Abstain from food, drink and cohabitation
Maintain your nightly trips to Masjid for Taraweeh
Absolve yourself from Hellfire through seeking forgiveness
Deeds of good, never too many to have
Attempt to find and utilise the Night of Power in the odd nights of the last 10
Never return to the sins you have turned your back on in this month
Related poems:
Blessed Ramadhan
Ramadhan
Ramadan
Abstain from food, drink and cohabitation
Maintain your nightly trips to Masjid for Taraweeh
Absolve yourself from Hellfire through seeking forgiveness
Deeds of good, never too many to have
Attempt to find and utilise the Night of Power in the odd nights of the last 10
Never return to the sins you have turned your back on in this month
Related poems:
Blessed Ramadhan
Ramadhan
Ramadan
The Blessed Ramadhan
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind
A blessed month is casting its shadow upon us
a night of this month is better than a thousand months
Bear with patience for the sake of Ar-Rahman
A continuous training to strengthen our Imaan.
Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind
Its a purification of our soul, our heart, and our mind
With the most sincere devotion and love we fast
To be cleansed and free from sins of the past
Glorified is He, who choseth this holy month
To test our sabr and fill our hearts with warmth
Of his Divine Light, His blessings shall glow
The Seer of the unseen, all He does know
Ya Allah! For thee, let my breath be more pleasant than musk
Ya Allah! For thee, let me be thankful when day turns to dusk
My thoughts and heart are purified, my eyes truly see
This blessed month, the month of spiritual rhapsody!
Ya Allah! For thee, my life I shall live!
Ya Allah! For thee, my soul I shall give!
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as a gift to mankind.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
The Blessed Month
THE BLESSED MONTH
by Ahmed
The blessed month of Ramadan has begun
Food, drink and cohabitation Muslims worldwide shun
Fasting to fulfil the Islamic obligation
Striving to achieve for the hereafter a higher station
Reciting abundantly the Holy Qur’an
Doing as much Dhikr as they possibly can
Sharing the iftaar food with the family next door
Our common sins we make every effort to ignore
At night standing and performing the extra prayer
In this way the whole Qur’an recited we hear
And when this blessed month will end
Joy and festivities Eid ul Fitr will send!
by Ahmed
The blessed month of Ramadan has begun
Food, drink and cohabitation Muslims worldwide shun
Fasting to fulfil the Islamic obligation
Striving to achieve for the hereafter a higher station
Reciting abundantly the Holy Qur’an
Doing as much Dhikr as they possibly can
Sharing the iftaar food with the family next door
Our common sins we make every effort to ignore
At night standing and performing the extra prayer
In this way the whole Qur’an recited we hear
And when this blessed month will end
Joy and festivities Eid ul Fitr will send!
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Ramadhan
Ramadhan
In the holy month of Ramadhan, We all must fast
In the holy month of Ramadhan, We all must fast
Ramadhan you’ve come again at last.
Just before Fajr we have our sehri
Just before Fajr we have our sehri
Just after magrib we have our iftari
In daytime from food and water we abstain
Oh, Allah! reward we wish to gain
At night we stand and tarawih we pray
At night we stand and tarawih we pray
Dua we make, sunnah we obey
Patience we try and exercise
Our lowly nafs we attempt to demise
We wish to acquire Taqwa
We wish to acquire Taqwa
So at night Tahajjud it is on the Musalla
We read our prayers and the Qu'ran
We ask for forgiveness as much as we can
From evilness and sin, our souls have been freed,
From evilness and sin, our souls have been freed,
Ramadhan finishes and we celebrate Eid
I hope now we do not turn back to sin
Ramadhan, let us keep after you the blessings that have been.
Related poems:
Ramadan
Ramadan
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Ramadan
RAMADAN POEM
author unknown
Ramadan is here, The month that is blessed;
Ramadan is here, The month we love best.
The month in which the Qur'an was sent;
A time of great blessing in which to repent.
Fasting for Allah is a great Muslim deed;
Controlling desires and Suppressing greed.
Ramadan is coming, Increase your Iman(faith).
Ramadan is coming, Recite the Qur'an.
Take "Suhoor" in the dead of the Night;
No eating or drinking during the daylight.
Refrain from bad deeds and repent your soul;
The pleasure of Allah is our only goal.
Even if there is hunger, remember your Lord
And wait until 'Iftar' to earn your reward.
Fasting is one of the gifts of Allah
Given to believers to increase 'Taqwah' (piety).
We pray to Allah to put right our hearts;
Ask for forgiveness from Allah and make a new start.
Raising our hands we ask for his 'Rahmaa';
Hear us our Lord and grant us 'Jannah'.
author unknown
Ramadan is here, The month that is blessed;
Ramadan is here, The month we love best.
The month in which the Qur'an was sent;
A time of great blessing in which to repent.
Fasting for Allah is a great Muslim deed;
Controlling desires and Suppressing greed.
Ramadan is coming, Increase your Iman(faith).
Ramadan is coming, Recite the Qur'an.
Take "Suhoor" in the dead of the Night;
No eating or drinking during the daylight.
Refrain from bad deeds and repent your soul;
The pleasure of Allah is our only goal.
Even if there is hunger, remember your Lord
And wait until 'Iftar' to earn your reward.
Fasting is one of the gifts of Allah
Given to believers to increase 'Taqwah' (piety).
We pray to Allah to put right our hearts;
Ask for forgiveness from Allah and make a new start.
Raising our hands we ask for his 'Rahmaa';
Hear us our Lord and grant us 'Jannah'.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Beauty of the Beard
THE BEAUTY OF THE BEARD
by Br Tushar Imdad-ul-Haque Bhuiya
Context of poem
I came to eat dinner in my halls of residence one day last year when two sisters started laughing at me; I had some food stuck in my beard. They went on to innocently and honestly mock my beard saying it was messy, unnatural and unhygienic. Little did they know the rage that I felt as a result of this and I channeled this rage by unleashing my anger through my pen and out came this poem.
I performed this poem in the Leicester University/DMU Islamic Societies and Eid Celebration and it was received with much laughter and acclaim - Alhamdulillah. Due to popular demand and many requests I have decided to type my poem up and email it to my friends in Islam. Let me remind you all not to be offended as this is no fatwa or religious statement - just a funny poem that spontaneously was produced as a result of my unfortunate experience...
Tushar (12th March 2001)
"Glorified be He who beautifies women with long locks of hair
And Men with long beards
There is beauty in the beard
Aye, there is beauty in the beard!
When the lion roars all the animals submit
For the lion is the king of the jungle
The lion with its glorious mane
And a Muslim man grows his mane in pride
Showing the rest of humanity that he is to be respected
Can one imagine a lion without its mane?
Nay, thou canst not!
Then imagine a man without his beard
Woe to worldly women who mock the beards so!
Desiring husbands with clean shaven faces
Woe to women who mock the Prophets Sunnah
In the name of hygiene, neatness and smooth texture
Indeed the women of this world cannot like the beard
But she who wants Paradise adores the beard!
A beard is a gift given to man
Something only he can grow; a woman never can!
When he ponders, he gently strokes it;
When he eats, it stores food;
When he is with kids, they play with it adoringly;
When he is with his wife, she fondles it lovingly;
When the enemy see it, fear is struck in their hearts!
Ah! there is indeed beauty in the beard!
All the Prophets had beards - yes they did!
Muhammad had a beard - so big! so big!
All the companions had beards - o yes! o yes!
All the sages had beards - I know! I know!
All the wise have beards - tis true! tis true!
All the pious have beards - you see! you see!
All the Muslims have beards!? - if only! if only!
Who did not have beards? The kafirun!
Who had clean shaven faces? The kafirun!
Who grew their moustaches? The kafirun!
"And what did our Prophet order?" I here you ask
He ordered us to lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
Lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
What greater reason that this can there be
The fact that our Prophet told us to see
That we make ourselves appear to the world
As full bearded men with honour untold
O Muslim brother! Why do you desire to look like a woman
When your blessed facial hair is the differece between you and the opposite gender?
O poor Muslim brother! Why do you imitate the kafir
Instead of following the Prophet of Islam?
O silly Muslim sister! Why are you so blind?
Infatuated with Bollywood actors who have no mind!
O wretched sister! Are you not scared of your choice?
You would rather have a feminine monkey instead of an exalted manly ape!
So indeed I love my beard
And adore the curls and tangles
Which no oil, gel or superglue can ever straighten
My glorious long, curly, messy, fluffy beard!
The playhouse for kids;
The envy of Malaysian people
And the beloved of Allah!
I maybe rejected by worldly women because of this hair on my face
But who care! For my Mum loves it and she puts all such sisters to disgrace!
Be patient Muslim brothers, who shun the trendy look for a Prophetic pose
Paradise with the wide eyed Houris is our final abode!!!!!"
by Br Tushar Imdad-ul-Haque Bhuiya
Context of poem
I came to eat dinner in my halls of residence one day last year when two sisters started laughing at me; I had some food stuck in my beard. They went on to innocently and honestly mock my beard saying it was messy, unnatural and unhygienic. Little did they know the rage that I felt as a result of this and I channeled this rage by unleashing my anger through my pen and out came this poem.
I performed this poem in the Leicester University/DMU Islamic Societies and Eid Celebration and it was received with much laughter and acclaim - Alhamdulillah. Due to popular demand and many requests I have decided to type my poem up and email it to my friends in Islam. Let me remind you all not to be offended as this is no fatwa or religious statement - just a funny poem that spontaneously was produced as a result of my unfortunate experience...
Tushar (12th March 2001)
"Glorified be He who beautifies women with long locks of hair
And Men with long beards
There is beauty in the beard
Aye, there is beauty in the beard!
When the lion roars all the animals submit
For the lion is the king of the jungle
The lion with its glorious mane
And a Muslim man grows his mane in pride
Showing the rest of humanity that he is to be respected
Can one imagine a lion without its mane?
Nay, thou canst not!
Then imagine a man without his beard
Woe to worldly women who mock the beards so!
Desiring husbands with clean shaven faces
Woe to women who mock the Prophets Sunnah
In the name of hygiene, neatness and smooth texture
Indeed the women of this world cannot like the beard
But she who wants Paradise adores the beard!
A beard is a gift given to man
Something only he can grow; a woman never can!
When he ponders, he gently strokes it;
When he eats, it stores food;
When he is with kids, they play with it adoringly;
When he is with his wife, she fondles it lovingly;
When the enemy see it, fear is struck in their hearts!
Ah! there is indeed beauty in the beard!
All the Prophets had beards - yes they did!
Muhammad had a beard - so big! so big!
All the companions had beards - o yes! o yes!
All the sages had beards - I know! I know!
All the wise have beards - tis true! tis true!
All the pious have beards - you see! you see!
All the Muslims have beards!? - if only! if only!
Who did not have beards? The kafirun!
Who had clean shaven faces? The kafirun!
Who grew their moustaches? The kafirun!
"And what did our Prophet order?" I here you ask
He ordered us to lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
Lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
What greater reason that this can there be
The fact that our Prophet told us to see
That we make ourselves appear to the world
As full bearded men with honour untold
O Muslim brother! Why do you desire to look like a woman
When your blessed facial hair is the differece between you and the opposite gender?
O poor Muslim brother! Why do you imitate the kafir
Instead of following the Prophet of Islam?
O silly Muslim sister! Why are you so blind?
Infatuated with Bollywood actors who have no mind!
O wretched sister! Are you not scared of your choice?
You would rather have a feminine monkey instead of an exalted manly ape!
So indeed I love my beard
And adore the curls and tangles
Which no oil, gel or superglue can ever straighten
My glorious long, curly, messy, fluffy beard!
The playhouse for kids;
The envy of Malaysian people
And the beloved of Allah!
I maybe rejected by worldly women because of this hair on my face
But who care! For my Mum loves it and she puts all such sisters to disgrace!
Be patient Muslim brothers, who shun the trendy look for a Prophetic pose
Paradise with the wide eyed Houris is our final abode!!!!!"
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Poetry Blog
Salam alaykum,
It is my intention that I start to use this blog to post Islamic Poetry to instead of using my main blog Ahmed. I dont think I will start maintaining this until after Ramadan, but Allah knows best.
Please pray this is a success, and Allah accepts this work from me and the 2 brothers who have volunteered to help me out with this. Your help would be appreciated by linking to this Islamic Poetry blog.
Jazakallah.
Wasalams
It is my intention that I start to use this blog to post Islamic Poetry to instead of using my main blog Ahmed. I dont think I will start maintaining this until after Ramadan, but Allah knows best.
Please pray this is a success, and Allah accepts this work from me and the 2 brothers who have volunteered to help me out with this. Your help would be appreciated by linking to this Islamic Poetry blog.
Jazakallah.
Wasalams
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