The Simple Message Of Islam

This life we are told is indeed
a testso every nation with prophets was blessed
124 thousand we learn from Hadith
prophets came with the message of peace

They had the same message,
Allah is onehe has no partners and has no son
Do good deeds and worship your Lord,
help the needy with what you can afford

David, Jesus, Abraham, Moses and more
are some of the prophets that came before
They were only men we mustn't confuse
selected by Allah to bring the good news

After these Prophets had passed away
people got mixed up and went astray
They changed the message to suit their needs
worshipped idols and started bad deeds

Another Prophet Allah would send
and their way of life he would amend
This pattern repeated again and again
until Muhammed the final messenger came

A madman, a poet, a magician or what
all of the above he was not
His honesty and character they had all seen
this pure noble soul they called Al-Amin

Muhammed the truthful, was indeed sincere
Allah's final messenger to many it was clear
He had been appointed to guide mankind
to illuminate ignorant hearts so blind

The message was beautiful and so pure
to the hearts of mankind the wisdom did lure
It filled their lives with love and compassion
Muhammed words? No it can only be revelation

The prophet himself could not read or write
yet Allah gave him this illuminating light
It entered their hearts purifying their soul
sand the faithful scribes wrote it on scrolls

In Ramadan the whole Quran was recited and said
even today by millions of Muslims it is read
Every word was recorded like the prophet was told
the exact same message fourteen hundred years old

The Quran is now for all mankind a guide,
it can never be changed and will forever abide,
Its a promise of Allah - an undisputed fact
the message sent to Muhammed will remain intact

No more idols or lords we should erect
the oneness of Allah we should respect
Part of the first pillar known as Tawheed
recited la-illah ha illallah the Muslim creed

We should pray Salah like the prophet taught
and ask for Allah's help like the Prophet sought
To taqwah and unity this will indeed give rise
the second pillar of Islam, the spiritual exercise

We must fast in the whole month of Ramadan
and do good deeds as many as we can
This gift of life we begin to appreciate
by not drinking or eating not even a date

Ramadan is a month Muslims eagerly await
peace, unity and happiness it does creat
eremoving the blinkers a fresh outlook we see
this wonderful month, pillar number three

Some of our wealth we give to those in need
the homeless and hungry we must try and feed
The poor are helped much by this gift so small
this is called Zakat the fourth pillar so tall

To visit the Kabaah, the house of Allah
every Muslim must travel from near and far
Once in a lifetime this great journey we make
the final pillar, a tough task we undertake

The rich, the poor, the black and the white
the male, the female equal in Allah's sight
From all walks of life to hajj they all cames
tanding before Allah they are all the same

To always be good and honest we must try
we need to remember one day we will die
Only a very small time we can spend here
then we must leave this world so dear

We will be asked about the life we spent
if we did good to heaven we will be sent
this will be decided on the Judgment day
and in heaven or hell we will forever stay

No more guides or prophets will be sent again
instead we have the Quran so deep yet plain
If we get confused to the Quran we turn
a message from the most high from which to learn

For all mankind and forever more
wisdom and teachings it does store
To eternal life it opens the door
the words of our creator that we cant ignore

There are millions of Muslims in the world today
the fastest growing religion experts say
Together to the one true God Muslims Pray
by following the Quran, its only Allah we Obey.

By Zahid Bin Ghulam

Damned Shaytaan

Forgo your love
From me I plead
Oh leave this victim
Upon whom you wait till night to feed

Your lips of blood
So red I see
So red as red as a murdered soul maybe
Don't whisper to me, your sinister seal
The seal from which you make, me feelThe feeling,
which makes me, will to steel
That thing, which may make the end to my living…

Forgo your love
From me I plead
And leave this victim
As of you to him, there is no need

The thought of you I dread to keep
Don't trouble me before I sleep
You are so evil, so sick, so mean
Deriving ones from right ways I've seen
Example to many you are and have been
Oh will you look away from them, with your eyes so keen…

Forgo your love
From the innocents I plead
Don't make the young your victims
Following them as your heed

Your sense of love seems just so fierce
It damages one's soul, and tears
Puts into each mind, mere fears
Your love is the dagger that will pierce
Each heart with black sins
And fill the eyes of guilt with tears.

For go your love
From us I plead
You've caused much damage already
Forgive for us, at least one good deed
As we are the ones pure in need.

Sister Saher-UK

Eternal Ink

Author Unknown

Something for you to make you feel good while the fast life goes on and on...

I dreamed I was in heaven where an angel kept God's book.
He was writing so intently I just had to take a look.
It was not, at first, his writing that made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle that was marked eternal ink.

This ink was most amazing, dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment it became as clear as water.
The angel kept on writing, but as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing with that strange eternal ink.

The angel took no notice, but kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it, till all its space was gone.
I thought he wrote to no avail, his efforts were so vain
For he wrote a thousand pages, that he'd never read again.

And as I watched and wondered that, this awesome sight was mine,
I actually saw a word stay black, as it dried upon the line.
The angel wrote and I thought I saw a look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show for all his earnest action.

A line or two dried dark and stayed as black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph became invisible to see.
The book was getting fuller, The angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with Just a few words coming through.

I knew there was some reason, But as hard as I could think,
I couldn't grasp the significance Of that eternal ink.
The mystery burned within me, And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me Of his amazing task.

And what I heard was frightful As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me, And this is what he said...
I know you stand and wonder, At what my writing's worth
But Allah has told me to record, The lives of those on earth.

The book that I am filling, Is an accurate account
Of every word and action, And to what they do amount.
And since you have been watching I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal, Are the strict accounts of YOU.

Allah asked me to watch you, As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to the masjid, I saw you as you prayed.
But I was told to document, Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold, I wrote when you were meek.

I recorded all your attitudes Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write The things that make Allah sad.
So now I'll tell the wonder Of this eternal ink,
For the reason for its mystery Should make you stop and think.

This ink that Allah created To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of Things that are eternal.
So much of life is wasted On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing, Smudging ink and ugly blot.

I just keep writing faithfully and Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide What's useless and what's best.
And Allah ordained that as I write Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing Will just disappear away.

When books are opened someday, As sure as heaven is true;
Allah's eternal ink will tell What mattered most to you.
If you just lived to please yourself The pages will be bare,
And Allah will issue no reward For you when you get there.

In fact, you'll be embarrassed, You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself In love to Allah's Name.
Yet may be there will be a few Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared, Sincerely loved and prayed.

But you will always wonder As you enter heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been If only you'd done more.
For I record as Allah sees, I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written With Allah's eternal ink.

When I heard the angel's story I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming I hadn't really died.
And I said: O angel tell Allah That soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Allah- I'll do all for His dear sake.

I'll give in full surrender; I'll do all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin And whatever isn't true.
And though the way seems long and rough I promise to endure.
I'm determined to pursue the things That are holy, clean and pure.

With Allah as my helper, I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Allah For all eternity.
And that's what really matters When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before Allah And hear Him say, well done.

For is it really worth it As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize that Allah keeps books With His eternal ink.
Should all my life be focused On things that turn to dust?
From this point on I'll serve Allah; I can, I will, I must!

I will NOT send blank pages Up to Allah's majestic throne
For where that record's going now Is my eternal home.
I'm giving all to Allah I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life With Allah's eternal ink.

Small Voices From Gaza

This morning,
the wall they planted raised with the early sun
climbed high
towards the shadowy sky.
There is hatred inside it; there are flames and blood
burying our scattered voices that cried.
Let it be, said mum, as our prayers do so
flowing high
towards the loving sky.
Pray my dear, pray silence and high
for the sweetness of Life it is not
but for the thickness of death that we fought.
Let us reside in the land of Fi Sabilillah
soon we breathe in its harmonies
as the cool breeze awaits us There.

There they came with rifles in their hands
depicting boundaries here on the sands
(here, the grave is ours; the estate is theirs)
Alhamdulillah, whispered mum
the dust here is more fragrant

the farm here is more fertile
like a land of spring flowers
sprinkled by our blood loves.
Our Imaan is never killed here.

Moments before mum went high
embracing death with her sweetest smile
said she, "This land is Amanah from Him
let your names be written on its sands
not with pen neither with hands
but with Jihad that would never end"

This morning
the wall they planted raised with the early sun
mounting high
towards the smoky sky
hence do our loves fly high
filling the sky with Imaan that never dies.

Fahd Razy
Dublin, Ireland.

Just Remember

Remember oh believer,
The command of the divine
The five pillars you must uphold,
In their noor you must shine.

Recite the Kalimah,
Always keep it in mind,
Greater it is in weight,
Than the heavens and earth combined.

Remember your salah
Say it five times a day,
For unsuccessful are those,
Who do not pray.

Remember zakat and of course haj and fasting,
The benefit of each,
Will surely be ever lasting.

Remember that day,
Which has been foretold,
When only your deeds will remain,
Not the status or wealth you hold.

When the trumpet will sound,
Will you then realize your blunder,
Too late!! The earth will shatter,
The heavens will split asunder.

Every soul will die,
And then each one resurrected,
Falsehoods and misconceptions,
Will all be corrected.

That day you will stand,
With the rest of creation,
Infront of your lord,
To be granted mercy or face the retribution.

When the judgment begins,
Every action you will be made to remember,
The choices that you made,
To their fate you will have to surrender.

So remember and reflect,
For this lesson you must learn,
To Allah we belong,
To him is our final return...

By Imad Ansari