Allah made man out of clay
so he could pray 5 times a day.
To work and eat with his own hands
and spread Islam throughout the lands.
His voice to do zikr and call out Azaan.
His life devoted to the holy Quran.
The prophet an example for him to follow
and all other ways he refuses to swallow.
Everyday involved in learning and teaching.
Truth and justice he must go on preaching.
Until one day he breathes his last
and is called to account for deeds of the past.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Islamic Blogs
Not as entertaining as 'Crazy frog'
But a sincere attempt, these many Islamic blog
You don’t intend to forward the link your friend
Perhaps true Islam online you won’t defend
The words on this page
Left here to die of age
While you send on that joke
Islam online is left to choke
But wait you can help and assist
Instead send on the Islamic blog list!
Islamic Blogs:
Ahmed
Ashrafiya
Breathe Islam
Duas
Journey Ends
Mujahidah an Nafs
Niqaabi-Forever
Simply Islam
Umm Zahra
Zains World
But a sincere attempt, these many Islamic blog
You don’t intend to forward the link your friend
Perhaps true Islam online you won’t defend
The words on this page
Left here to die of age
While you send on that joke
Islam online is left to choke
But wait you can help and assist
Instead send on the Islamic blog list!
Islamic Blogs:
Ahmed
Ashrafiya
Breathe Islam
Duas
Journey Ends
Mujahidah an Nafs
Niqaabi-Forever
Simply Islam
Umm Zahra
Zains World
Monday, May 15, 2006
What Prayer Is . . .
These words I jot down because I shudder with fear
At the thought that young Muslims can sleep without prayer
That to close ones eyes can be as easy as pie
Thinking that prayer is a ritual, outdated, should die.
You my friend, you must be as dumb as a log,
For you have forsaken your freedom, to be lead like a dog!
Have you the faintest idea what will happen to you
When you rot in your grave with the worms gnawing through.
When your body is dusting Your flesh rotted away
"GAME OVER" is flashing,And no more credits to play!Then the sun will explode and the mountains will sway
And the whole of creation will rise on that day!
The angels will fly, like moths to a flame
And you'll tear from the earth, to explain your life's game!
Blackened to a char will be the skin on your face
Your friends will desert you , there won't be a trace.
Iblis will be laughing, with a stitch on his side
Because you were too STUPID, to get off his ride
The wealth of this world, took you for its bride
Its too late friend, its HELL for you inside.
A fire so hot, that the boulders will burn
Like a match exploding, it'll soon be your turn.
If only you had that chance to repent
You'd soon reconsider all the time that you'd spent.
There will stand people, against whom you did tease
Because their sajdah did scare you, filled you with unease
While you tried to disown them, like a infectious disease,
Now you toss in the flames, while they cool in the breeze.
In the line of eternity, your life is a dot hundred years
Is all that you've got, 5 minutes of prayer!
Not worth the time ? You've committed the greatest crime!
Prayer is not for your God O! Fear our Lord!
When you put that big head on the humblest of dust
Its your heart that you clean, all tarnished with rust!
You connect your soul wiz creations'
Great Light, Even the darkest of hearts can be left shining bright.
You remove all the sin, and Shaitan's whispering words
Slash evil's hold, with the greatest of swords.
Prayer is the path from earth to the sky
From a caterpillar you'll become a bright butterfly.
Prayer makes you remember that you aren't all that hot
And that your life really starts, when your flesh starts to rot
Prayer is that link to the mother from the womb
Prayer is the guardian that protects you in the tomb.
Prayer untangles your life, like a comb thru your hair
Against the fire of hell, it's the only cloak you can wear
So understand friend! To skip prayers is not cool
Its so stupid, so mad, you must be a fool.
It's like crossing a desert without water to drink
Just open your eyes friend, just sit back and think!
This world is a lie, this world is game
Like a poisonous snake, which you never can tame.
And just as you turn your back on what's right
There is sure something to bite
Fangs will leap from the darkness,
Leading you to sadness.
As you lie in your coffin, facing the sky,
Your life will flash past, a twinkle in your eye.
You'll scream as the truth is slowly unveiled
Its too late, mate. This one you've failed.
At the thought that young Muslims can sleep without prayer
That to close ones eyes can be as easy as pie
Thinking that prayer is a ritual, outdated, should die.
You my friend, you must be as dumb as a log,
For you have forsaken your freedom, to be lead like a dog!
Have you the faintest idea what will happen to you
When you rot in your grave with the worms gnawing through.
When your body is dusting Your flesh rotted away
"GAME OVER" is flashing,And no more credits to play!Then the sun will explode and the mountains will sway
And the whole of creation will rise on that day!
The angels will fly, like moths to a flame
And you'll tear from the earth, to explain your life's game!
Blackened to a char will be the skin on your face
Your friends will desert you , there won't be a trace.
Iblis will be laughing, with a stitch on his side
Because you were too STUPID, to get off his ride
The wealth of this world, took you for its bride
Its too late friend, its HELL for you inside.
A fire so hot, that the boulders will burn
Like a match exploding, it'll soon be your turn.
If only you had that chance to repent
You'd soon reconsider all the time that you'd spent.
There will stand people, against whom you did tease
Because their sajdah did scare you, filled you with unease
While you tried to disown them, like a infectious disease,
Now you toss in the flames, while they cool in the breeze.
In the line of eternity, your life is a dot hundred years
Is all that you've got, 5 minutes of prayer!
Not worth the time ? You've committed the greatest crime!
Prayer is not for your God O! Fear our Lord!
When you put that big head on the humblest of dust
Its your heart that you clean, all tarnished with rust!
You connect your soul wiz creations'
Great Light, Even the darkest of hearts can be left shining bright.
You remove all the sin, and Shaitan's whispering words
Slash evil's hold, with the greatest of swords.
Prayer is the path from earth to the sky
From a caterpillar you'll become a bright butterfly.
Prayer makes you remember that you aren't all that hot
And that your life really starts, when your flesh starts to rot
Prayer is that link to the mother from the womb
Prayer is the guardian that protects you in the tomb.
Prayer untangles your life, like a comb thru your hair
Against the fire of hell, it's the only cloak you can wear
So understand friend! To skip prayers is not cool
Its so stupid, so mad, you must be a fool.
It's like crossing a desert without water to drink
Just open your eyes friend, just sit back and think!
This world is a lie, this world is game
Like a poisonous snake, which you never can tame.
And just as you turn your back on what's right
There is sure something to bite
Fangs will leap from the darkness,
Leading you to sadness.
As you lie in your coffin, facing the sky,
Your life will flash past, a twinkle in your eye.
You'll scream as the truth is slowly unveiled
Its too late, mate. This one you've failed.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
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For some time now the Bloglet subscription/ email update service has not been functioning properly. After consulting with fellow bloggers it has been decided that we switch to another similar service which will inshallah be more reliable than Bloglet.
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Thursday, May 11, 2006
Keep On Keeping On
Keep On Keeping On
You’ve gotta keep on keeping on
You’ve gotta keep your head up high
You’ve gotta work with what you got
And some day you will fly.
Poor kids pouring cold water in their cereals
Second hand clothes,
Surviving the only way they can,
Praying to Allah at night for things to get better soon.
Looking out the window to a road of concrete,
Dreaming of the day when you’ll be
standing on your own two feet.
Looking out the window, longing
For the day when you’ll get your chance
to Shine.
By Shahana Begum, Year 9
Al-Qalam-Vol 1 Issue 1 published by Azhar Academy Girls School
contributed by Mujahidah an Nafs
You’ve gotta keep on keeping on
You’ve gotta keep your head up high
You’ve gotta work with what you got
And some day you will fly.
Poor kids pouring cold water in their cereals
Second hand clothes,
Surviving the only way they can,
Praying to Allah at night for things to get better soon.
Looking out the window to a road of concrete,
Dreaming of the day when you’ll be
standing on your own two feet.
Looking out the window, longing
For the day when you’ll get your chance
to Shine.
By Shahana Begum, Year 9
Al-Qalam-Vol 1 Issue 1 published by Azhar Academy Girls School
contributed by Mujahidah an Nafs
Friday, May 05, 2006
To My Child
Just for this morning,
I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning,
I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning,
I am going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning,
I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon,
I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon,
I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck,
and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon,
I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or
second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon,
I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this evening,
I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening,
I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening,
I will let you stay up late while we sit together on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening,
when I run my fingers through your hair,
I will simply be grateful that God Almighty has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedroom.
The mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer
senselessly and screaming inside; that they can't handle it anymore.
WhenI kiss you tonight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer.
It is then, that I will thank Allah for having you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day. . .
The 29 year old author wrote this poignant personal letter when doctors informed him that
his only child, aged 10 years old was diagnosed with brain cancer.
I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning,
I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning,
I am going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning,
I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon,
I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon,
I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck,
and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon,
I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or
second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon,
I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this evening,
I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening,
I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening,
I will let you stay up late while we sit together on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening,
when I run my fingers through your hair,
I will simply be grateful that God Almighty has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedroom.
The mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer
senselessly and screaming inside; that they can't handle it anymore.
WhenI kiss you tonight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer.
It is then, that I will thank Allah for having you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day. . .
The 29 year old author wrote this poignant personal letter when doctors informed him that
his only child, aged 10 years old was diagnosed with brain cancer.
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