“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…”
Sunday, October 30, 2005
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!!!!!"
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