tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169803292024-03-25T06:09:34.834+00:00Islamic PoetryAhmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.comBlogger272125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-81507487284259353482016-06-04T11:24:00.001+01:002016-06-04T11:24:14.537+01:00A Priceless Gift<p dir="ltr">By Muhammad Ali<br>
Friendship is a priceless gift<br>
That can't be bought or sold,<br>
But its value is far greater<br>
Than a mountain made of gold.</p>
<p dir="ltr">For gold is cold and lifeless,<br>
It cannot see nor hear,<br>
And in your times of trouble,<br>
It is powerless to cheer.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It has no ears to listen,<br>
No heart to understand.<br>
It cannot bring you comfort<br>
Or reach out a helping hand.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So when you ask God for a gift,<br>
Be thankful that he sends,<br>
Not diamonds, pearls, or riches,<br>
But the love of a real, true friend.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Muhammad Ali Quotes Poems</i><br>
Please note there is a difference of opinion on whether Muhammad Ali wrote this poem or merely shared it with some other author having written it.<br>
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Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-67515339002339999912015-06-04T17:24:00.001+01:002015-06-04T17:24:20.465+01:00Being Happy<p dir="ltr">Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections and be grateful to Allah for the blessings you DO have.</p>
Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-2623135037440080542014-12-25T16:02:00.000+00:002014-12-25T16:02:00.312+00:00Perfect SpouseMay Allah grant all the singles perfect spouses...<br />
May the winds of happiness, love and unity pass through their housesAhmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-26846742682397860882014-12-16T21:52:00.000+00:002014-12-16T21:52:35.684+00:00Jealous EyeO Creator of the universe<br />
O elevator of the sky...<br />
Shield me from the evil hand,<br />
protect me from the jealous eyeAhmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-10092940069857043462014-12-15T22:41:00.000+00:002014-12-15T22:41:00.713+00:00I criedThey:"You stole & lied"<br />
He:"Allah will decide"<br />
They:"Why would He be on your side?"<br />
He:"Because I raised my hands & cried"<br />
<a class="twitter-hashtag pretty-link js-nav" data-query-source="hashtag_click" dir="ltr" href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/Taubah?src=hash"><s></s></a><br />Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-6136414307869335462014-05-03T12:38:00.000+01:002014-05-03T12:38:00.266+01:00Feelings<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>If i were to mock your mum or dad</em><br /><em>You would break inside all hurt and sad</em></div>
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<em>If i had to ridicule your husband or wife</em><br /><em>The decision would be made that i have no place in your life</em></div>
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<em>If i insulted your beloved daughter or son</em><br /><em>Your emotions would be stirred whilst i have fun</em></div>
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<em>If i speak against those that are dear</em><br /><em>Its waves of emotions that i will have to fear</em></div>
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<em>Muhammad (SAW) is more dear to me than my own blood<br />When you insult my Prophet, you asking for emotions to flood</em></div>
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<em>Its nothing extreme, it all makes sense</em><br /><em>You hurt my feelings and i take offence</em></div>
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<em>I dont justify killings or violence</em><br /><em>But dont expect me to sit back in silence</em></div>
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<em>If you dont agree with the man, at least lets live like brothers</em><br /><em>I might not share your beliefs, but i will never mock others</em></div>
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<em>So please my friend, i love you for you are my fellow being</em><br /><em>Just don’t insult Muhammad (SAW), i believe he is the greatest this world has ever seen</em></div>
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<em>~Yusuf Omar~</em><br /><em>@poetrypencil</em></div>
Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-43643075987758439682014-05-02T16:24:00.000+01:002014-05-02T16:24:00.071+01:00My HusbandWhen the Storm came<br /><br />He was my umbrella<br /><br />He protected me from misery and pain<br /><br />He moved every obstacle in my path<br /><br />He always told me “it will be ok insha Allaah”<br /><br />When I looked, he was always there<br /><br />for me<br /><br />he hardly left me<br /><br />He spend his time with me<br /><br />He seized my fears<br /><br />He strengthened my will<br /><br />He removed my doubts <br /><br />He raised my security<br /><br />His shoulder was mine<br /><br /><img alt="" border="0" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.ummah.com/forum/images/smilies/heartpump.gif" title="Love" /><br /><br />I could depend on him<br /><br />He showed up out of nowhere... <br /><br />And warmed my freezing heart<br /><br />Freed my trapped mind<br /><br />Never broke his promise to me<br /><br />truthful<br /><br />He made my life bright, effortless<br /><br />He made me sleep with ease, whilst the world was collapsing on me<br /><br />He would have protected me from bullets<br /><br />He promised he will be there<br /><br />until His Owner took him back<br /><br />My umbrella from the storm<br /><br />Ow Allah forgive him <br /><br />have mercy on him <br /><br />pardon him <br /><br />accept his deeds<br /><br />O Allah <br /><br />Expand his grave <br /><br />reward him for his goodness<br /><br />He lit up my heart <br /><br />Allaah give him a better home than the one he lit and left<br />
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<em>Author Unknown</em>Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-19376887190323866142014-05-01T16:22:00.000+01:002014-05-01T16:22:00.333+01:00Teenage LoveFor 18 years she was the apple of my eyes<br />But I was in for a surprise<br />As she got to know a boy<br />A sudden change and she wasn’t coy<br /><br />Ah! She said I don’t understand<br />She has to have a friend<br />She has grown<br />And I am about to be overthrown<br /><br />Overthrown by a boy – her first love<br />I was sad not so much as she was in love*<br />Love is natural<br />But she is still my 'baby girl'<br /><br />All I asked from her is to consider<br />- The danger as he is after all “a stranger”<br />Study comes first and when you are really ready<br />Go ahead find a friend - a steady<br /><br />Study and Steady? - She replied she could juggle<br />But I am not willing to take that gamble<br />As I have known cases – love interrupts<br />Study, family and all love disrupts<br /><br />For a teenager, being in love is everything<br />As a father it kept me thinking!<br />Am I doing the wrong thing?<br />Love I am not curbing<br /><br />It is just the timing<br />Priority is the thing<br />All I think was for her own good<br />But sad to say she misunderstood<br /><br />Yet again there’s another matter<br />It makes me shatter<br />In choosing a friend or life partner<br />Rasulullah (saw) has mentioned the manner**<br /><br />In all, Religion is the foundation<br />Property, beauty, wealth are just for a short duration<br />Has she forgotten what she learnt?<br />Just for the sake of love – she’ll get burnt<br /><br />A parent can do so much<br />A prayer and a hope to Allah, in this state as such<br />That our baby girl realizes her mistake<br />As her future is at stake.<br />
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Penned by Qalamuddin dated 10/5/2011<br />
* There are three qualities whosoever has them will taste the sweetness of Iman: loving Allah and His Messenger above all else, loving someone solely for the sake of Allah, and hating to return to disbelief after Allah has rescued him from it, as much as he would hate being thrown into Hellfire." (Sahih Bukhari). <br />
** The Prophet (s.a.w) said: "A woman may be married for four reasons: for her property, her status, her beauty, and her religion; so try to get one who is religious, may you be blessed."Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-3255576794737039062014-04-30T16:19:00.000+01:002014-04-30T16:19:00.226+01:00Allah the Most MercifulIs it really, is it so?<br />How can one really know?<br /><br />Will the book of deeds be on the left or the right?<br />Will there be delight or fright?<br /><br />One things for sure - Allah is Most Merciful<br />That is what we all can hope for.Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-2315571713618453142014-04-29T16:17:00.000+01:002014-04-29T16:17:00.014+01:00Solace of AllahMy heart longs for the solace of Allah,<br />and my fingers grasp the Holy Qu'ran.<br />I bow to Him in my wonder<br />and hope my faith will never be gone.Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-49728473632021472792014-04-28T16:16:00.003+01:002014-04-28T16:16:43.269+01:00My Heart BeatsMy heart beats with excitement<br />
At the pleasure of reciting Your Name<br />
O Allah, wipe away all my sins<br />
And fill my record with voluminous good deeds.Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-83508933307190811662014-03-24T18:06:00.000+00:002014-03-24T18:06:00.957+00:00The Dunya And nobody said it was going to be easy,<br /> Who said it won't make you cry?<br /> Did somebody tell you that you wouldn't trip, slip or fall?<br /> Tell me, who made you think it isn't hard?<br /><br />
That your heart wouldn't be broken?<br /> Mistreated?<br /> Abused?<br /> Tired?<br /> Used?<br /><br />
Who told you it was going to be easy..?,<br /> That you weren't going to make mistakes?<br /> That you wouldn't fail?<br /> Why do you keep saying you don't need me?<br /> And I don't need you?<br /><br />
Who told you, you have to be alone?<br /> That this burden, you have to carry on your own?<br /> Test after test?<br /> Trial after trial?<br /> No sign of the end?<br /> Is that what you’re waiting for?<br /><br />
Who said you wouldn't grow old?<br /> That your health would always hold?<br /> What made you think that he was yours?<br /> And not a gift from Him?<br /> What made you think you were perfect?<br /><br />
Well, who told you there couldn't be change?<br /> Why do you keep remembering your old ways?<br /> Didn't He show you the road to take?<br /> And reminded you about him who wants you to go astray?<br /> But He gave you tauba? An open way?<br /> Why don't you take it?<br /><br />
Who told you it was going to be easy?<br /> Give me their name!<br /> Our worlds are so different.<br /> But yet we are the same.<br /> Didn’t they tell you, you're just a traveller?<br /> That you have to cross this bridge?<br /> That the other side is nothing like this my friend?<br /> It is eternal bliss. <br /><br />
Didn’t they tell you about the drink that you'll sip? (inshaAllah)<br /> By the Prophet's (s) hands?<br /> That you'll be united with your loved ones, as happy as can be?<br /> That you can invite them to your tea party? <br /> Didn't they remind you, His Mercy overcomes His Wrath?<br /> That no one is more Generous than He?<br /><br />
Didn't they describe to you the Gardens so green?<br /> Where you'll sit and rest so peacefully?<br /> Did they not tell you to think big and just try your best?<br /> To keep going even when things seems dark?<br /> Did they not guide you to make your intentions sincere?<br /> To be genuine and honest, and to trust in He.<br /><br />
Did they not tell you, anything is possible?<br /> Dreams can come true?<br /> What you seek is what you will find?<br /> So think positively.<br /> Think good of He.<br /><br />
Nobody said it’s going to be easy.<br /> But be patient my friend.<br /> Don’t look down, look ahead.<br /> And be for He... <br />
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<em>Anonymous</em>Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-72771979756955022652014-03-04T13:39:00.003+00:002014-03-04T13:39:44.537+00:00O AllahO Allah, due to my tongue being dry<br />
Grant me the ability to lift my hands & cryAhmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-42594379970044822932014-02-21T21:51:00.002+00:002014-02-21T21:51:33.984+00:00Intellect and Heart<b>Intellect</b> one day said to the heart<br />
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"I am a <a href="http://www.haqislam.org/a-guide-for-intending-pilgrims/" target="_blank">guide</a> to those gone astray<br />
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Though bound to earth, i reach the heaven above<br />
Just see how far reaching is my sway<br />
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I am cast in the mould of legendary Khizr<br />
i am destined in the world to show the way<br />
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I am interpreter of the book of life<br />
I am an attribute of divine display<br />
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You are but a drop of blood<br />
i am the envy of ruby's ray"<br />
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"It's all true", the <a href="http://www.haqislam.org/tag/heart/%E2%80%8E" target="_blank"><b>heart</b></a> replied: <br />
"But look at me, be as it may<br />
<br />
You look at life's trauma and drama<br />
I see through life's white and gray<br />
<br />
You deal with outer manifestations<br />
And i am aware of the inner fray<br />
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<a href="http://www.haqislam.org/knowledge/" target="_blank">Knowledge</a> is to you, intuition is to me<br />
You seek god, I show to pray<br />
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Limit of wisdom is restless doubting<br />
I am a cure for the malady of dismay<br />
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You are a lantern to illumine a spot<br />
i am a lamp to illumine the way<br />
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You deal with the concept of time and space<br />
I deal with the concept of Judgment day<br />
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To what lofty place i do belong<br />
I am pedestal of God Almighty i say."<br />
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Allama Iqbal </div>
Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-81949137016953329152014-01-30T12:09:00.003+00:002014-01-30T12:09:41.598+00:00Beauty TipsFor attractive lips
<br /> Speak words of kindness.
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For lovely eyes,
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Seek out the good in people.
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For a slim figure,
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Share your food with the hungry.
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For beautiful hair,
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Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
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For poise,
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Walk with the knowledge that you will never walk alone.
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People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody. <br />
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Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, <br />
you'll find one at the end of your arm.
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As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, <br />
one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
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The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
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The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
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The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
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Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
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The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
<br />
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
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It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows.
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And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows!Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-71095451475325192822014-01-23T12:33:00.000+00:002014-01-23T12:33:00.070+00:00AllahAllah is truly the Almighty,<br />Who can create by simply saying be,<br />His beauty is beyond our imagination,<br />Leaves you to ponder in fascination,<br />
He holds all beauty.<br />To worship him is our duty,<br />It is He who gives life from the dead,<br />'Be' is just whats needed to be said,<br />
Its amazing how he created us all from one soul,<br />To worship him alone should be our goal,<br />He loves us all like 70 mothers,<br />Its is only Him and no others,<br />
<a href="http://www.haqislam.org/love-mercy-of-allah/" target="_blank">Allah</a> holds all power,<br />Worship him before the final hour,<br />He is Merciful, Forgiving...I can go on for days,<br />To Allah belongs all praise.Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-49394139573978390132014-01-22T12:30:00.001+00:002014-01-22T12:30:39.080+00:00Salat is Better than SleepSalat is better than sleep<br />Salat is better than sleep<br />I hear this as my phone sings<br />Salat is better than sleep<br />
and better then food that I eat<br />yet I struggle to get on my feet<br />Sleep is better than Salat<br />Sleep is better than Salat<br />
thats what I hear but it is not me who speaks<br />The Ummah of Muhammad (SAW) sleep<br />rather then pray what has been ordained<br />may Allah forgive our mistakes which are grave<br />
the birds tune I hear, praising their lord<br />but my sisters snore forgetting about their lord<br />I struggle to wake and make <a href="http://www.haqislam.org/how-to-perform-wudu/" target="_blank">wudhu</a> ever so slowely<br />but I am now ready<br />off the the mosque now since I'm ready<br />
with my father by my side<br />I'm off to the <a href="http://www.haqislam.org/dua-on-exiting-the-masjid/" target="_blank">mosque</a> now<br />even the hypocrites attended fard salats in the mosque<br />so what am I if I do not pray in the mosque<br /><a href="http://www.haqislam.org/sutra-in-salah/" target="_blank">Salat</a> is better then Sleep<br />As-Salatu khairoon minna noum<br />
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Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-62304507888459717522014-01-16T13:37:00.000+00:002014-01-16T13:37:58.375+00:00Whispers of the Night<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">by Sh. Abu Yusuf Riyadh ul Haq<br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I pounded on the door of mercy as the world slept<br />And humbling myself before my Creator I wept<br /><br />Hands raised high and head bowed I knelt<br />And dejectedly began to lament what I felt<br /><br />With a torn heart I gave a tongue to my woes and fears<br />And in great anguish and sorrow I let flow my tears<br /><br />With poignant emotions raging in me so fierce<br />I hoped that my prayers would the <a href="http://www.haqislam.org/angels-from-heaven/" target="_blank">heavens</a> pierce<br /><br />Oh Maker of my destiny, Master of my fate I cried<br />Thou art the only refuge and succour for one so tried<br /><br />'Tis before Thee alone that I bemoan<br />Sufferings of mine only to Thee known<br /><br />Pains and torments that I can no longer bear<br />Hopes and wishes I can entrust only to Thy care<br /><br />For 'Tis only the ocean of Thine infinite bounty that sustains all<br />And only Thy forgiveness that restores those that fall<br /><br />'Tis to Thee alone Oh Benevolent that I extend my hands in plea<br />To whom besides Thee can this <a href="http://www.haqislam.org/the-dark-soul/" target="_blank">wretched soul</a> flee<br /><br />Forgive my sins and grant me my desires Oh Almighty<br />Reject me not, for nothing can redeem me save Thy mercy</span>Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-55843941336264755092013-11-21T21:00:00.003+00:002013-11-21T21:00:45.179+00:00A Little Patience Goes A Long Way<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Ibn Rajab – rahimahullaah – said: (1)<br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>…and it’s incumbent upon the believer to have a little patience <br />
in order to reach by way of it to a lengthy rest.</b></span><br />
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If he gets impatient then he is,<br />
as has been said by Ibn al-Mubaarak:<br />
<br />
<span style="color: red;"><b>Whoever exercises patience,<br />
then how little is the patience he will have to exercise.<br />
And whoever is impatient,<br />
then how little is the enjoyment he will have.</b></span><br />
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al-Imaam ash-Shaafi’ee – rahimahullaah -<br />
used to recite (the following verses of poetry):<br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>“O my soul! It is not, except a few days of patience;<br />
As if the extent were but a few dreams.<br />
O my soul! Pass quickly on through this world;<br />
And leave it, for indeed life lies ahead of it.”</b></span> (2)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">:وكان الإمام الشافعي رحمه اللَه ينشد<br />
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<span style="color: red;">يا نَـفـسُ مــا هِـــيَ إلاّ صَـــبـــرُ أَيّامِ <br />
كَــأَنَّ مُـدَّتَــهـــا أَضــغــاثُ أَحــلامِ<br />
يا نَـفْـسُ جـــوزي عَـنِ الـدُنــيا مُـبـادِرَةً <br />
وَخَــلِّ عَـنـهـا فَـإِنَّ الـعَـيشَ قُــدامـــي</span></span></span></div>
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(1) From Ibn Rajab al-Hanbalee’s book “Fadl ‘ilm as-Salaf” - The Excellence of the Salaf’s Knowledge.<br />
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(2) Translation of ash-Shaafi’ee’s – rahimahullaah – poem is taken from
an article titled “The Yearning of the Pious for Paradise” –
al-Istiqaamah Magazine, Issue #2, Safar 1417 A.H. The rest of the
translation (of what’s mentioned by Ibn Rajab in his book) is done by
Thikraa.</span><br />
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<a href="http://thikraa.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/msg28-a-little-patience-goes-a-long-way/" target="_blank">Source</a><br />Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-72899561911414509572013-11-08T08:32:00.000+00:002013-11-08T08:32:00.175+00:00Beloved Habib<strong>Beloved Habib,</strong>The best example of Allah's Mercy<br /> Days pass to the sound of your praise<br /> Counting the days till we can behold your blessed face<br /><br />Beloved Nabi<br /> The upholder of justice, maintainer of Mercy<br /> What was it like that day, how did it feel<br /> Stoned at Ta'if, yet you did not weep<br /> They ignored the message yet you did not grieve<br /><br />Beloved Habib,<br /> The face of patience as life passed you by<br /> when confusion rose inside, by your side you found your wife<br /> To nurture your children to safeguard from misery<br /> a loyal companion through worries and anxiety<br /><br />Beloved Nabi,<br /> Sabrun jameel, an example for us to live by<br /> The year of sorrow, maybe the worst of your life<br /> Allah's beloved but you went through more than most<br /> Allah's beloved but luxuries you did not boast<br /><br />Beloved Habib<br /> Just one chance to sit in your company<br /> To behold a face full of radiance and Mercy<br /> To be in your presence just once, I ask from the Almighty<br /> Hands raised to the heavens, Ya Allah let your habib love me<br /><br />Beloved Nabi<br /> When you breathed your last, did you make du'aa for me?<br /> For the lost among your ummah, wretched souls are we<br /> Will we drink from the fountain, are we really worthy?<br /> Will you smile upon seeing us, your ummati?<br />Will you be there on the last day beloved Nabi<br /> So that into Jannah we can gain entry...?Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-61085316008202719762013-11-06T15:46:00.000+00:002013-11-06T15:46:00.782+00:00You Are All that is True<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>When wrong appears right<br />When it is only what you want it to be<br />The truth will never be a square peg in a round hole<br />It will never fit<br />No matter how hard you push it<br />No matter how hard you want it<br /><br />Intention<br />So beautiful yet so hard<br />When channelled you lead to a ocean of happiness<br />But when my weakness lets my evil nafs take over<br />You take me to the sewer of my wants<br /><br />Praise be to You<br />Oh Master of Masters<br />It’s through hardship<br />You made me realise what I had<br />It’s only through pain I return to You<br /><br />I thought I knew it but You taught me<br />You taught me that I knew nothing<br /><br />This world is not for me<br />Don’t ever make this world enough for me<br />Never let this head raise to look at another’s plate<br />Never let this man envy<br />Never let him look at another’s possessions and desire<br />Never let him be anything less than content.<br />Make the dua of Your beloved my dua and never leave me to myself for even the blink of an eye.<br />The blink of an eye.<br /><br />Cars rust, clothes tear,<br />Money gets spent and looks wither away<br />All that will be remembered is sincerity<br />Sincerity for You<br /><br />They care not what is lawful and what is not<br />Chewing on Riba, licking their fingers after<br />Chasing shadows as if the pleasure of this life are eternal<br />Their longing to be remembered is laughable<br />As if when they are gone their nearest won’t move on<br />As if from the sky they are not ants<br /><br />If they bid for my contentment tell them I won’t sell<br />If they offer their wealth tell them to wash their souls and barter with that instead<br /><br />All I get is one chance<br />Just one chance<br />Why would I spend that dreaming?<br /><br />They lie<br />They go back on their word<br />They slip up<br />In the end You are all that is true<br /><br />You were all that was ever true…</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><em>Author unknown</em></span>Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-29756093994568991872013-10-24T13:58:00.000+01:002013-10-24T13:58:56.084+01:00Advice on FriendsA real friend wishes his companions well,<br />
He's not one who allows them to get close to hell,<br />
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Always be careful of the friends you Choose,<br />
So, in the end, Jannah you will not lose,<br />
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If you find your companion is not stopping your wrong,<br />
then, be weary, his friendship is not strong.<br />
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If you see the pattern made,<br />
that when you are under your friend's shade,<br />
Your Imaan begins to fade,<br />
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Leave the worthless creation,<br />
make friends with Allah, Surely that is a high station!.<br />
A dervish who had knowledge of our present situation,<br />
Once told his students the following dictation,<br />
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"The meeting of people will never enrich you, <br />
save with the gibberish of useless gossip. <br />
So diminish your meeting with people, <br />
except for knowledge or to improve your condition"<br />
<span class="writername"><em><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">by Imran Ibn Zarkhan Al Shafi</span></em></span>Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-2960564377477660442013-10-21T13:03:00.000+01:002013-10-21T13:03:33.927+01:00The Tears Never Did StopI set my foot inside the Holy Mosque, <br />Upon the cold, white marble, Where day and night, People <br />sat worshipping, praying, <br />The tears never did stop. <br />
<br />Right and left, the Mosque being cleaned, <br />Shining, not a particle of dust, The carvings of marble, the plates of gold, <br />The symmetry of the whole Mosque, the largest of it all, <br />The tears never did stop. <br /><br />
Then came the grandest of the whole, <br />The center of one's life and concerns, The big, Beautiful House of Allah, <br />Covered with black cloth and gold leaf writing, <br />The tears never did stop. <br /><br />
My life flashed past me, the good and the bad, <br />such a feeling I had never felt before, <br />A special bondage to the Almighty-A sudden chill in me, <br />The tears never did stop. <br /><br />
Looking around, the large floor was filled with people, <br />Circling the beautiful house, loudly chanting, <br />People sitting, praying for forgiveness, <br />Praying for another chance to lead a better life, <br />The tears never did stop. <br /><br />
Taking a deep breath, I entered the never ending crowd, <br />With my heart pouring out all the prayers I could think of, <br />Begging for forgiveness of my sins, <br />Praying to become a better individual <br />The tears never did stop. <br /><br />
I ran around the black house, <br />The ancient, black house built by Ibrahim (AS) centuries ago, <br />Where not one second passes when people are not circling it, praying, <br />The tears never did stop. <br /><br />
I got closer as did my heart, mind and soul, <br />I touched the sacred house, hands trembling, <br />Knowing I was as close as ever to the Almighty, <br />The tears never did stop. <br /><br />
It was amazing, everyone centered their attention only on worship <br />All worldly concerns forgotten, focused on praying, <br />Forgetting everyday matters and happenings, <br />The tears never did stop. <br /><br />
The rituals were tiring, took strength and time, <br />But what is a few hours for our Giver, Our Creator? <br />For what He has given us, the worldly goods, the luxuries, <br />A few hours of forgiveness for our sins, <br />The tears never did stop.<br />
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<i>Author Unknown</i> Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-88541919043618303602013-10-09T21:55:00.000+01:002013-10-09T21:55:00.613+01:00Final RitualDisastrous storm of suffering has broken loose,<br />
Unsettling black fog disrupted her misery stage,<br />
Its glorious air cursed into depressing stale,<br />
Sadistic play continued as certain as fate,<br />
Theatrical of distress was each day relive,<br />
Portrayed hardness of heart as virulent plague,<br />
Pride and honor disfigured and unspeakably disgraced,<br />
Virile soul once but ailed and wretched,<br />
Guilt got overthrown while fear diminished,<br />
Stream of tears kept her sedative consoled,<br />
As seductive whisper of end eagerly awaited,<br />
That night death freed she who sinned,<br />
Satan has won again as Angels wept,<br />
Burning gates of hell slammed entirely shut.<br />
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By AyaMikail
Ahmedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461373610429486538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980329.post-38112535852466189052013-10-05T22:54:00.002+01:002013-10-05T22:54:05.790+01:00All That Glitters is not Gold<span style="font-family: Verdana;">All that glitters is not gold</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So many times I had been told</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Yet I ignored this simple advice</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">And fell in love with my demise</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Glittering bright you enraptured me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The rest I could and would not see</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Gilded gold were truly you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">All fake and not true</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">An embodiment of my dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">In every aspect to me it seemed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">A treasure to hold close to my heart</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Which one day you would tear apart</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">But like all lies yours didn’t last</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The truth revealed- cruel and fast</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">And then I realised to what I was blind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">An ore of impurities yet to be refined</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Lacking the value of true gold</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">For an expensive price you had been sold</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Money cannot value my loss</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">For my very soul you had cost</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">But a valuable lesson I was taught</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Gold should never ever be sought</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">For all that glitters is not gold</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I learnt once my heart was sold.</span><br />
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Masumah
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