Two Muslim girls in a classroom - one wearing a Hijab; the other one without.
The girl with no scarf - eager to have a laugh began to gossip and shout…
"Take off your headscarf - lets see the length of your hair…
Go on just this once - it's only a dare!"
The girl with the Hijab looked back and proudly replied…
"There is no chance that I'll let 14 devils float by my side"
The other girl scoffed still wanting to have fun…
"So you're prepared to roast under the burning sun??"
"Yes - because the heat right now means nothing to me;
It is the hell fire which is extremely scary"
Girl with no scarf - still wanting to say more…
"Why are you wearing it? What is the purpose for?"
"Allah will keep evil and punishment away from me….
This Hijab is there in my life for security…
I love and value my faith - which is why I cover my head"
Smiling the girl in the Hijab had said.
The other girl tensed - but not showing she's feeling bad….
"Why not show everyone your beauty - once you have, you'll feel ever so glad!"
"The beauty is inside me - where Islam is growing in my heart…
…appreciating Allah is the way for a happy start!"
At this point, the girl with no Hijab had nothing else left to say…
She knew that the other girl was always joyful and confident each and every day.
She realised that this Sister in Hijab will always remain pure and never will walk in shame….
The girl with no scarf knew she wanted to be exactly the same.
This is why, when she went home - she made a very big decision.
She realised that loving Allah can put you in such a wonderful position.
In the classroom, the next day - this girl was wearing her Hijab for the first ever time - feeling so proud…
Looked at the other girl whom she had made fun of before had said out loud…
"Oh sister of Islam - forgive me for the things I have said….
Seeing the love you hold for our religion has today made me cover my head…
Your sweet and caring words that you so dearly expressed…
Made me see how Islam has given you so much respect
I know that Allah will gift those who follow Islam….
Wearing my Hijab - I know that I will be safe from any harm.
Thank you My Sister - for you who I now admire and congratulate
Together as Muslims, we should aim to reach Jannat's Gates."
The first girl - amazed, had happiness all over her face
Smiled with love and gave the Sister a lot of praise.
"Mashallah Sister – Indeed Allah will purify your heart and your deen…
Continue love for our faith and in Heaven we will be seen…
Wearing the Hijab – we will always stay as the 'Respected Girl'....
And to Allah we will be known as the 'Concealed Pearl!'
By Nazma Begum
Monday, November 27, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
I am a Muslim, but only by Name
I am a Muslim, but only by name
When it comes to practicing, what a shame!
I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie
It's alright if I occasionally lie.
Yes I practice, BUT when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases society.
If I show my ankles, they'll point and laugh
They'll think it's too short and reckon I'm daft.
If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They'll reckon I'm a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the sunnah I'll get great reward
But the Kuffaar will look down on me, that I can't afford.
Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name.
I make excuses which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I'm a sane man and I'm on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack!
To hide my inferiority complex I protest it's unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I'm a blatant fraudulent
The best thing is no-one can hear what's going on inside
People think I've got it made and with my life I'm satisfied.
But I'm afraid this is a fable and it's a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this I daren't even mention.
If I remain ignorant it's OK, 'cos then I don't have to practice
Yes I'm conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalima and I think I have Imaan
I can't help my attitude - I was placed in a Kufrstaan.
Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name
And with my precious life I'm playing a foolish disastrous game!
A little Muslim from Palestine
I’ll always be a contender
Yes I know my bones are very tender
And by Allah you won’t see me surrender
Look at my eyes/ you’ll see no butterflies
My home is filled with cries …….due to all the lost lives
But I swear by Allah I’ll never compromise
I’ll still throw the stones even with my broken bones
Why can’t I hear from you, don’t you have any phones?
Yes I forgot, you’re not on the chase, try it out and put your self in my place
Soon I’ll return to my lord, the one that deserves every grace
Oh you don’t have to worry because of me you’ll find no trace
You could have sent me at least one dinner plate I guess it is my fate
It really is to late, why did you wait
And la ilaha ill Allah is my mate
When it comes to practicing, what a shame!
I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie
It's alright if I occasionally lie.
Yes I practice, BUT when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases society.
If I show my ankles, they'll point and laugh
They'll think it's too short and reckon I'm daft.
If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They'll reckon I'm a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the sunnah I'll get great reward
But the Kuffaar will look down on me, that I can't afford.
Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name.
I make excuses which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I'm a sane man and I'm on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack!
To hide my inferiority complex I protest it's unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I'm a blatant fraudulent
The best thing is no-one can hear what's going on inside
People think I've got it made and with my life I'm satisfied.
But I'm afraid this is a fable and it's a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this I daren't even mention.
If I remain ignorant it's OK, 'cos then I don't have to practice
Yes I'm conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalima and I think I have Imaan
I can't help my attitude - I was placed in a Kufrstaan.
Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name
And with my precious life I'm playing a foolish disastrous game!
A little Muslim from Palestine
I’ll always be a contender
Yes I know my bones are very tender
And by Allah you won’t see me surrender
Look at my eyes/ you’ll see no butterflies
My home is filled with cries …….due to all the lost lives
But I swear by Allah I’ll never compromise
I’ll still throw the stones even with my broken bones
Why can’t I hear from you, don’t you have any phones?
Yes I forgot, you’re not on the chase, try it out and put your self in my place
Soon I’ll return to my lord, the one that deserves every grace
Oh you don’t have to worry because of me you’ll find no trace
You could have sent me at least one dinner plate I guess it is my fate
It really is to late, why did you wait
And la ilaha ill Allah is my mate
Friday, November 17, 2006
The Pious Wife
Marriage to her is one half of the deen,
The benefit Allah has put in her is yet to be seen.
She wears her hijab for her Lord, to please and obey,
She turns to Allah for salaah at least five times each day.
She prays in the night and makes sure to awake you,
And sprinkles you with water if sleep should overtake you.
She protects her chastity with firmness because she does not desire,
To displease Allah and end up in the tormenting fire.
She asks the people who know when matters need to be rectified,
She is not blinded by self righteousness and foolish pride.
She is humble and kind to her husband as Allah has commanded,
Never leaving him alone, isolated, nor stranded.
She opens her mouth only to say what is best,
Not questioning her husband when he makes a request.
She takes care of herself and never ceases to try,
To beautify herself so to please his eye.
She is a pleasure Allah has given to us in this life,
Be thankful to Allaah alone for His blessing, THE PIOUS WIFE.
Request to visitors: Please remember Ahmed Bhai and his wife to-be in your duas as they're getting shaadied tomoorw insha'Allah! :D
The benefit Allah has put in her is yet to be seen.
She wears her hijab for her Lord, to please and obey,
She turns to Allah for salaah at least five times each day.
She prays in the night and makes sure to awake you,
And sprinkles you with water if sleep should overtake you.
She protects her chastity with firmness because she does not desire,
To displease Allah and end up in the tormenting fire.
She asks the people who know when matters need to be rectified,
She is not blinded by self righteousness and foolish pride.
She is humble and kind to her husband as Allah has commanded,
Never leaving him alone, isolated, nor stranded.
She opens her mouth only to say what is best,
Not questioning her husband when he makes a request.
She takes care of herself and never ceases to try,
To beautify herself so to please his eye.
She is a pleasure Allah has given to us in this life,
Be thankful to Allaah alone for His blessing, THE PIOUS WIFE.
Request to visitors: Please remember Ahmed Bhai and his wife to-be in your duas as they're getting shaadied tomoorw insha'Allah! :D
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The Pious Husband
author unknown
Marriage to him is one half of the deen,
To please Allah (swt) is more than a dream.
He wears his beard for his Lord, to please and obey,
He turns to Allah (swt) for Salah at least five times a day.
He prays in the night and makes sure to wake you,
And strives during daylight to provide and protect you.
He lowers his gaze with firmness because he does not desire,
To displease Allah (swt) and face His just ire,
He asks advice from the ummah, and his wife too,
Before making decisions that he might later rue.
To his wife he is humble and always most kind,
Sharing his burdens with strength and clear mind.
He opens his mouth only to say what is best,
Weighing all options ‘fore denying a request.
He takes care of himself and family too
Knowing that Allah (swt) will see them through.
He is a pleasure from Allah (swt) above
Be thankful to Allah (swt) and His blessings through love.
May Allah make me from amongst the above, ameen.
Marriage to him is one half of the deen,
To please Allah (swt) is more than a dream.
He wears his beard for his Lord, to please and obey,
He turns to Allah (swt) for Salah at least five times a day.
He prays in the night and makes sure to wake you,
And strives during daylight to provide and protect you.
He lowers his gaze with firmness because he does not desire,
To displease Allah (swt) and face His just ire,
He asks advice from the ummah, and his wife too,
Before making decisions that he might later rue.
To his wife he is humble and always most kind,
Sharing his burdens with strength and clear mind.
He opens his mouth only to say what is best,
Weighing all options ‘fore denying a request.
He takes care of himself and family too
Knowing that Allah (swt) will see them through.
He is a pleasure from Allah (swt) above
Be thankful to Allah (swt) and His blessings through love.
May Allah make me from amongst the above, ameen.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Teen Love?
Teen Love?
by Ahmed
The day outside at lunch looked rather nice
So I take a walk in the park to get some excercise
When much to my surprise I see a hijabi and a guy
Committing zina openly, right under the open sky
As I walk along the path they cease with shame
After I have passed they continue all the same
Its sad though, they stopped for only human me
Yet remain aloof of the All-Seeing, Allah Almighty
Whom we will have to answer to on Judgement day
When each of our actions He will survey
The decision, to jannah or jahannam, will take place
Ask yourself now, which one is it that you chase?
You fool yourself that this maybe love
Ask them to marry and see how you get the shove
For it is only lust at your tender age
And with the devil you both engage
So stop these shenanigans and open your eyes
The true purpose of life come to realise
Yourself, from sins and evil of zina do save
Before its too late and you are already in the grave
Stop, turn to Allah and sincerely repent
Mend your ways and follow Jannah's scent!
This poem reflects what I actually experienced yesterday.
Wasalam
Related poems:
Teen Crush
Freemixing
The Interminglers
At the Mall
by Ahmed
The day outside at lunch looked rather nice
So I take a walk in the park to get some excercise
When much to my surprise I see a hijabi and a guy
Committing zina openly, right under the open sky
As I walk along the path they cease with shame
After I have passed they continue all the same
Its sad though, they stopped for only human me
Yet remain aloof of the All-Seeing, Allah Almighty
Whom we will have to answer to on Judgement day
When each of our actions He will survey
The decision, to jannah or jahannam, will take place
Ask yourself now, which one is it that you chase?
You fool yourself that this maybe love
Ask them to marry and see how you get the shove
For it is only lust at your tender age
And with the devil you both engage
So stop these shenanigans and open your eyes
The true purpose of life come to realise
Yourself, from sins and evil of zina do save
Before its too late and you are already in the grave
Stop, turn to Allah and sincerely repent
Mend your ways and follow Jannah's scent!
This poem reflects what I actually experienced yesterday.
Wasalam
Related poems:
Teen Crush
Freemixing
The Interminglers
At the Mall
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Islam Guides Me
Islam Guides Me
author unknown
I'm a Muslim for all to see,
So very glad and proud to be.
Your temptations try to turn my head,
But I have chosen Islam instead.
Sure I am not like all the rest,
I don't eat pork, wear a mini dress.
I am special, I'm not the same,
My appearance is different, even my name.
My God gives me strength,
He makes me strong, He guides me right when I go wrong.
I am a Muslim for all to see,
Islam guides me wherever I be.
author unknown
I'm a Muslim for all to see,
So very glad and proud to be.
Your temptations try to turn my head,
But I have chosen Islam instead.
Sure I am not like all the rest,
I don't eat pork, wear a mini dress.
I am special, I'm not the same,
My appearance is different, even my name.
My God gives me strength,
He makes me strong, He guides me right when I go wrong.
I am a Muslim for all to see,
Islam guides me wherever I be.
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