Craving Your Presence

I hope, wait and yearn to hold onto you so tight,
Radiate some warmth and draw you a smile,
Teach you what's wrong and show you what's right,
Guide you towards light in the midst of a trial...

I long to hear you moan about life and its pain,
So that I hand you the key to happiness and joy,
Let you once again see the bliss of standing in the rain,
The days you enjoyed jumping in the puddle with your toy...

I crave to hear you call me even when I sleep,
To either tell me you love me or show me that you care,
Understand my eyes will not close when I hear you weep,
Yes your life is yours but with me please do share...

because all this is me yearning to be a mother
& for you to be my child.

Author Uknown

Like the Strong Wind

It blew like the strong wind;
It burst like a bright flame;
It became like a youth in its determination;
It flew like a hawk, with pride;
Welcome, my caravan; My caravan of wisdom;

O generation of the future, let’s go;
Let’s exert ourselves and work hard;
Let’s always rise to the top;
And never accept to be less than the best;

My friends, let’s go about;
And learn different fields of knowledge;
Let’s excel in five or six;
And help a brother or sister;
Leave your laziness and slumber;
The lazy person has never succeeded;
And stop criticizing and blaming;
As Allah is the Helper of people;

Revive the glory of this Ummah;
When it was at its peak;
And brush this dark cloud away from it;
With your high aspirations…

Controlling the Gaze

A poet has pertinently described the evil of letting loose and not controlling ones gaze, and it aptly applies to watching TV and movies:

كل الحوادث مبداها من النظر ... ومعظم النار من مستصغر الشرر

والمرء ما دام ذا عين يقلبها ... في أعين العين موقوف على الخطر

كم نظرة فعلت في قلب فاعلها ... فعل السهام بلا قوس ولا وتر

يسر ناظره ما ضر خاطره ... لا مرحباً بسرور عاد بالضرر

Translation:


All evil occurrences begin with ones glance,

And most fires are caught by (negligence of) those who deem sparks insignificant.

A man remains in danger as long as his eyes scrutinize the eyes of (beautiful) women with large (gorgeous) eyes,

How many a glance has done to the heart the same as what an arrow would do -- without any bow or string.

The one glancing is pleased with what harms his inner self.

No thanks to pleasure that brings harm.
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