Islamic Poetry

Five Ways to Kill a Man

2012-02-12T14:07:00.000Z

There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank of wood
To the top of a hill and nail him to it.
To do this
Properly you require a crowd of people
Wearing sandals, a cock that crows, a cloak
To dissect, a sponge, some vinegar and one
Man to hammer the nails home.

Or you can take a length of steel,
Shaped and chased in a traditional way,
And attempt to pierce the metal cage he wears.
But for this you need white horses,
English trees, men with bows and arrows,
At least two flags, a prince and a
Castle to hold your banquet in.

Dispensing with nobility, you may, if the wind
Allows, blow gas at him. But then you need
A mile of mud sliced through with ditches,
Not to mention black boots, bomb craters,
More mud, a plague of rats, a dozen songs
And some round hats made of steel.

In an age of aeroplanes, you may fly
Miles above your victim and dispose of him by
Pressing one small switch. All you then
Require is an ocean to separate you, two
Systems of government, a nation's scientists,
Several factories, a psychopath and
Land that no one needs for several years.

These are, as I began, cumbersome ways
To kill a man. Simpler, direct, and much more neat
Is to see that he lives somewhere in the middle
Of the twentieth century, and leave him there.

-- Edwin Brock

Lets Get Back to Islam

2012-01-28T14:33:00.001Z

Lets get back to Islam, before the sun goes down,
We never know when we'll be under the mound.

"I'll pray when I get older," That's what they say,
But we might not have even one more day!

Lets get back to Islam, before its too late,
"Aw man, can't I just delay it for another date?"

Times running out, our lives are almost done,
"But brother, I'm too busy having fun."

Lets get back to Islam, Jahannam aint funny,
"Come on man, I'm to busy making money!"

The Quran sits on our shelves and there it picks up dust,
The longer we stay away from it, the more our hearts pick up rust.

Lets get back to Islam, before our lives our gone,
"Not right now, I'm too busy, can't you see I have the TV on!"

There's no time to waste, lets start it now,
come on, for Allah can't you even bow?

Lets get back to Islam, this aint just a song,
"But brother, a few minutes in prayer, that's too long!"

"I'll go on hajj when I'm around fifty-five,"
Come on man, by then will you even be alive?

Lets get back to Islam, lets not waist another day,
"Aw Masood, leave me alone, I just wanna play."

Lets turn back to Allah before we turn to dust,
There's no delaying, bro this is a must!

Lets get back to Islam, for reals, not just with our lips,
Oh Allah make us sincere, so we don't feel Jahannam's whips.

"I think I'll get pious when my hair turns gray."
Come on man, don't wait, we may die any day.

Lets get back to Islam, this aint just another rap,
Its a race to Jennah, and Islam's the only map.

By
Masood

Opposites

2012-01-21T14:11:00.000Z

God created suffering and heartache so that
joyful-heartedness might appear through its opposite.
Hence hidden things become manifest through
opposites. But since God has no opposite, He remains hidden.

For the sight falls first upon light, then upon color:
Opposites are made manifest through opposites, like white and black.
So you have come to know light through light's opposite:
Opposites display opposites within the breast.

God's light has no opposite within existence,
that through its opposite it might be made manifest.
Therefore our "eyes comprehend Him not,
but He comprehends the eyes" (Koran VI 104):
Learn this from Moses at Mount Sinai*.
Know that form springs from meaning as the lion from the thicket,
or as voice and speech from thought. Form was born from speech and then died.
It took its wave back to the sea.
Form comes out from Formlessness: Then it returns, for "unto Him
we are returning" (Koran II 156).

-- Mathnavi I, 1130-34 Translation by William C. Chittick
"The Sufi Path of Love"
SUNY Press, Albany, 1983
Sunniforum.com

Make use of Youth

2012-01-15T13:58:00.001Z

Make use of your youthful age
It leaves quickly, and you hit the elderly stage

and your health can swiftly deteriorate
Our good health has an short date

So make use of them while you can
Save your self from sin and plan

For doing as many good deeds as possible
For 6 feet under, its too late and impossible!

When I was Ill

2012-01-11T14:16:00.002Z

I was feeling ill
Solution was the pill
If only it could make me recover
In a spilt, like the Creator

The adhan was heard calling
The water for wudhu' was cool freezing
With His name I began my prayer
To HIM i submit and surrender

To the bed i jumped again
Nothing else to bargain
Covering myself wiz blankets
I was asleep as though in casket

Dreams brought me far
To an island offshore
I saw a bird flying
I thought of many things

I tried to catch the bird
Till i fall down like dirt
And i could not get up
There was no one to help out

I cry a lot but there wasn't any tear
I was left all alone in my own fear
I was awake from the loud sound "vroom"
Alhamdulillah i was safe in my room

A sparrow flew on to my window sill
Making sound behind the grill
It was the same bird as in my dream
But only real this time it seem

I get up and walk towards the window
And the bird was quiet for a minute over
I saw a man starting his bike noisily
Disturbing the bird especially

And now i notice why didn't the bird fly
Just like when i'm ill, i could only lie
It's wing was injured badly
Perhaps by someone or accidentally

SubhanAllah I was thinking
How much ni'mat He has been giving
To ponder upon HIS creatings
Animals with four legs, others with wings.

I thought how wonderful Allah is
Everything around me is really His
I realise how much lucky i am
I'm still able to move around

Thank you Allah for all that You give
The illness You bestow is indeed a gift
Every illness comes wiz His forgiveness
May He grants us mercy and easiness

Ameen

Restart Posting on this blog

2012-01-09T13:23:00.002Z

Assalam Alaykum,
Insha'Allah I plan to restart posting poetry from myself and others soon insha'Allah.
Please pray Allah Almighty makes easy this task, places blessings in it and accepts it from us.

In the cming few weeks and once updates have start I ask that you help spread the news and our efforts by sharing posts by email and social media.

Jazakallah
Wasalam Alaykum

Its been a while

2009-03-11T13:39:00.003Z

Assalam Alaykum,
I pray that you are all well and in good health. Its been nearly 8 months since the blog was last updated and since then a lot has happened both in life and on www. It is with some regret that I inform you that I shall no longer be updating this blog. Instead poems will be posted over at Haq Islam's Poetry section.

Many of you have subscribed to receiving email updates from here. For those who want to unsubscribe you have about a week to do so and then I will, Insha'Allah, be changing the service so that you receive notification emails whenever the poetry section at Haq Islam is updated.

Please make dua I am able to continue to write poems beneficial for both you and me.

May Allah bless you all.
Assalam Alaykum
Brother Ahmed

The Great Physician

2008-07-21T12:15:00.000+01:00

Welcome to the Great Physician's
Office hours are as you come,
He's a specialist in all problems
And His day is never done.

He can heal a heart that's broken
He can mend the spirit too,
No matter what your ailment
He does have the cure for you.

His fee for service never alters
He serves rich and poor as well,
He's our one chance for salvation
He alone saves us from Hell.

There's no fee for services rendered
All He asks is we believe.
and do as He has commanded us
And His blessings we will receive.

Do you have a special problem
That is troubling you this hour?
Then just simply turn to Him
You can find no greater power.

Don't delay in seeking treatment
Please my friend don't hesitate,
For His office is soon closing
And He'll shut and lock the gate.

I wouldn't want for you to suffer
While the doctor's so close by,
Your whole life will be much better
If the physician you will try.

Author Unknown

Allah Almighty, اَلْسَّلاَمُ
He is the One who saves the believing servants from all dangers, bringing them peace, blessings and security of paradise.

Perfect

2008-04-10T08:28:00.000+01:00

by Taysseer Kadri

I always wonder; is it ever worth it?
To try and strive to be ever so perfect?

Who determines what perfect is and what isn't?
Who truly is so happy and lives so pleasant?

Who has never cheated, lied, hurt or has been hurt
Yet still is sweet and kind, and knows what a soul is worth?

Which mortal has lived heaven on earth?
Who can live and say, I will never die from the day of birth?

That sounds too good to be perfect.
Let me help define how a human is perfect.

Perfect is being able to forgive and forget,
To be able to realize your mistakes and repent,

To realize our bad, and promise to never do it again,
But then again, we're only humans in the end.

I love your Veil

2008-03-23T22:14:00.002Z

What’s all this tale about the veil?
Fred and Gail shout and hail

Straw as hero
For his hail of fire
on Aïsha’s attire.

Did Straw want Aïsha to show
Herself from head to toe?

Let Gail wear a mini-skirt
For her flirt.

And let Aïsha wear
on her face, Or on her hair

Whatever piece
That would bring her peace

Vis-à-vis God and vis-à-vis Man.
Oh, man!
Why d’you wish her to disclose
Her beautiful eyes and nice nose

Or her lips or her hips
If that belongs to her?
Come on, Sir!

That body you want her to show
Is a diamond dearer than the glow
Of the face of Marilyn Monroe!

Author Unknown, sent by Nasamat

I Worship My Lord

2008-02-16T21:05:00.002Z

Author: by Na'ima B. Robert

I wake before dawn.
No muadhin calls me,
No footsteps stir me,
Instead society spurns me,
Labels me and burns me.
But everyday,
I wake before dawn.

I wear my hijab.
No father threatens me,
No religious police warn me,
Instead society judges me
Mocks me and shuns me.
But everyday,
I wear my hijab.

I rear my children.
No family pressures me,
No work barriers limit me,
Instead society shames me,
Names me and blames me.
But everyday,
I rear my children.

I follow the Sunnah.
No culture defines me,
No history holds me,
Instead, society scolds me,
Re-makes and moulds me.
But every day,
I follow the Sunnah.

I strive for Paradise.
No teachers indoctrinate me,
No worldly hardships sedate me,
Instead society rejects me,
Tempts me and affects me.
But every day,
I strive for Paradise.

I worship my Lord.
No imam compels me,
No rules force my heart,
Instead, society fears me,
And dares not come near me.
But every day,
I worship my Lord.

Every day,
In every way,
Through hardship and strife
And the all-consuming,
O so fleeting,
Bitter sweetness of life,
I worship my Lord.

A Friend or Enemy?

2008-02-08T17:16:00.000Z

He wanted me to burn in hell,
He wanted me to be among those who fell,
He wished to lead me astray,
From my Lords mercy he tried to keep me away.
Was he my friend or enemy?

It was because of him I was deprived,
He had deceived so many,
He kept coming at me until I died,
I still didn’t realize amidst all the agony,
Was he my friend or enemy?

He whispered evil to me every day & every night,
He defeated me without me even putting up a fight,
I didn’t even try,
I thought I can just ignore him and let him pass by,
Was he my friend or enemy?

This is why I was drowned in sins,
All along he was sitting back and laughing at me,
Then death hit me, now I can see,
But it’s too late,
There’s no going back to change my fate.

His task had reached its end,
This was his plan all along,
He wasn’t my friend,
I understood it all wrong,
He was the Devil, my arch enemy!

Source: Sunni forum

Ask Him

2008-02-02T20:55:00.001Z

Gather your hands together
And send your prayers away
Whisper your utmost love to Allah
And ask Him what you may...
Fill Him in your heart
And your eyes and your ears
And your mind, your soul
and your tears...
Source: The Deen

The Caged Soul

2007-11-20T11:43:00.000Z

The cage around my soul
Is built by my finite flesh.
Invisible yet existing!
Fragile yet forceful!
If only I could see through the web of my desires
If only I could burn and beat my Satan
I can find the golden enviable key,
To unlock the gate of my self made cage.
What stops me is the fear
The forbidden fear!
Of the ones who fear themselves
Of those who are fatal like me
Of those who are trapped in the same black old cage.
May curse be upon such fear!
If only I could break that barrier
And be blessed with the key
I’ll never see the sky
And bow till I die.
One step! is all it takes
And I’ll be skies, clouds, and stars
Away from all fears
To the fear of my only Lord!

Zoya Eitezaz Ahmad.

I'm Lucky

2007-11-05T13:54:00.000Z

by Mobina Rehman (aged 10)

I’m lucky I have feet,
I’m lucky I can walk,
I’m lucky I have a mouth,
I’m lucky I can talk,

I’m lucky I have ears,
I’m lucky I can hear,
I’m lucky I can do these stuff that people can not bear,
But I’m mostly lucky because I’ve been cared.

I’m unlucky I have no feet,
I’m unlucky that I can’t walk,
I’m lucky I have a mouth,
But I still can not talk,

I’m half lucky I have 1 ear,
I’m lucky I can hear,
I’m lucky that I can do some things that some people can't bear,

But I’m mostly lucky cause I’ll always know that I am cared by the Almighty God that every one fears!!!!!

My sins block my dua'a

2007-10-08T13:51:00.000+01:00

(by Anon)
As I sit here alone, the tears rolling down my face
It is not salt, but pain that I taste

So I leave now to go stand before You
I am helpless and alone, what else can I do?

I have asked, I have begged but my sins block my du'a
I will come now still begging, forgive me O Allah

Forgive me and grant me what it is that I ask
For me it is impossible but for You a simple task

I try and I try but I do not succeed
But I understand and know it is because Your Words I do not heed

I hear, yes I hear but I do not always obey
Perhaps that is why I am destitute, isolated and why You have written that I will be alone this way

I have no to blame but the person in the mirror I see
No one else must pay for my sins, no one else, no one else, no one else but me

So I stand before You to again beg forgiveness because You said that I can
You have told us in Your Book that You are Ar-Rahman

I will ask, I will beg but my sins my block my du'a
But I will keep asking, forgive me O Allah

Ramadan is back

2007-09-26T10:27:00.000+01:00

by Ahmed

Ramadan is back
Alhumdulillah still alive
to see its blessed days

Taqwa I hope I am able to achieve
Before again it takes leave

The days are quickly slipping away
Pray I am able to make the most of each day

Who knows whether this maybe my last
Next Ramadan I might already be buried and forgotten in the past!

Do You...

2007-08-14T19:42:00.000+01:00

by Junayd Makda

Do you hear the cry of a broken heart
Someone who's life has been torn apart
Adying child, in pain calling out
Hoping his voice to be heard far out

Do you not picture blood being shed
No doubt more merciless then read or said
Do you not feel for the lonely mother?
An orphan for whom no one will bother

Do you not know what the reason is?
Islam at rise-thats what it is!
As the world joins forces against Islam
Show the Muslims help-by leaving Islam?

Should they adapt their styles and follow their ways
And turn their back on the Prophetic ways?
Continue to follow their desires' call
And not give a bother to the enemy's call

The time has come for Muslims to awake
Understand what is really at stake
There's only one way for us to come back
And this is no doubt the best way to attack

Soul search and look deep within
Ensure you leave each and every sin
Show the world the beauty held in Islam
Attract them towards the sweetness of Iman

This is the day when Islam will regain
The respect it once deservingly attained.

Imagine Your Death!

2007-08-09T19:07:00.000+01:00

Imagine yourself after you pass away
Imagine your grave through night and through day
Wishing that you did not do as they say
Wishing that you had got up and had prayed.

Imagine, my friends, the day that you died
Imagine all of the tears that they cried
Remember how it felt when your body was tied
Remember how it felt in the grave which you lied.

Imagine the day you'll be called to account
Imagine the sum to which your life will amount
Think for a moment of the deeds which you mount
Think for a moment how much they will count.

What will they say of you when you are dead?
What will they say, what will be said?
Will they speak of all the poor who you fed?
Will they remember all the Qu'ran that you read?

Think not of them, but of Allah, Lord of mankind and jinn
Think of Allah when tempted to sin
Think of the paradise which you will dwell in
Don't wait till later to think what might have been.

My Sister?

2007-08-09T14:45:00.000+01:00

Isn't the woman there my sister?
in Islam, I mean to say
For I just took my shahadah
at the Masjid here today

Isn't the woman there my sister?
I openly ask without any qualms
The one who just walked past me
Without offering me her salaams

Isn't the woman there my sister?
Though she stands alone to pray
Each time I move to touch her shoulder
She takes a step and pulls away

Isn't the woman there my sister?
the lady that is not of my race,
for both of us are muslim women
with varied hues making up our face

Isn't the woman there my sister?
Who laughed and made fun of me
And those other sisters of mine who listened
Doesn't their silence make them also guilty

Isn't the woman there my sister?
Who didn't call me when I was sick
For she seems to only show concern
for those special sisters, in her own click

Isn't the woman there my sister?
Who I invited for iftar in my home
But unfortunately she did not make it
How I wish she had bothered to phone

Isn't the woman there my sister?
Don't we both love our religion - this Deen?
Then why am I sharing my lament
About her being uncaring, indifferent and mean?

Isn't the woman there my sister?
Won't she open up and try to treasure
The love I want and need to share with her
As we both seek Allah's Merciful Pleasure

By: Mahasin Shamsiddeen

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2007-07-27T14:10:00.000+01:00

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Lal Masjid Massacre

2007-07-18T18:55:00.000+01:00

By: Showkat Ali

Lal Masjid Massacre

You have seen us on the news
Heard many stories
Mostly negative
Don’t blame you if you hate us
But now its time to hear our views

You have seen men with beards and turbans
Women with faces covered and sticks in one hand
Children shouting militant slogans
We don’t blame you if you are scared

Who are we?
Are we mad, raving lunatics?
Intent of destruction and mayhem
Or are we human and Muslim just like you?

You have seen the house of Allah surrounded
Helicopters and armed soldiers
Used to attack us in our place of worship and home
You have seen bodies flooding out
Most believed the official version
But some sincere Muslims have doubts
Questions and criticisms

Do we not deserve justice and a fair hearing?
Or is it ok for us to be butchered like animals at Qurbani?
Over hundred plus dead and even more wounded
Mass graves and cover ups
Some witnesses say 1500 martyred
what was our crime and who convicted us in what court?

If you’re willing to listen and think for yourself
Then here is our story

We are Muslims
Just like you
Believe in Allah and his book and Prophet
We accept all the verses and hadith
Regardless of the change in time and place
Islam is not only in our hearts
But in our actions too

We saw the evil all around just like you do
We felt angry and sad like everyone else
Pakistan established in the name of Islam
But where is Islam in society we asked?

Musharaff came
some people applauded
Need for change from the Bhuttos and the Nawaz Sharifs
what has he delivered?
A partner in America’s war against Islam
Thousands of Muslims dead
And open vice and evil everywhere

Brothels even next to masjids
Corruption so open
Modernisation and progress some say
It’s the price we pay
For being Secular

Islam inside people’s hearts
While the decadent values tear our nation apart
Polarisation
Islamists and Secularists
With millions in the middle

So we took a stand
Against those who do evil
Used our hands
To change the condition of the people
We expected the Government to attack us
But we expected better from our brothers and sisters

Do you not wish to live in a better society?
Free from corruption and evil
Based upon the Prophets Sunnah
Where your daughters can walk without being molested
Your sons can get jobs without paying bribes
And the nation’s wealth will be utilised for the ummah

So we suffered the consequences of our sincerity to Allah
We have no regrets
After all death is decreed by the creator
We leave this world working for Allah’s deen
You and us will meet again soon
Where the only currency will be good deeds
So take advantage of the time you have left
And read the Quran and Sunnah with an open mind
And act upon its commands
InshAllah

Young Huffaz

2007-07-05T20:58:00.000+01:00

by Ahmed

The beautiful quran can be heard
with care is recited each and every word

To memory with attention they are committed
in jannah, they hope of being permitted

These young boys of 9, 10, 11 and 12
Their fun and games they shelve

Instead dedicated they sit and learn
May Allah bless them!

Turn to Allah

2007-06-15T23:15:00.000+01:00

When you have a terrible day
You just want to scream
just turn to Allah

When your feeling so down
you have lost all hope
just turn Allah

when your feeling betrayed
you just want to curse
just turn to Allah

when you can't see a way out
of a terrible situation
just turn to Allah

when your feeling like
you have no self esteem
just turn to Allah

when your feeling all OK and
the world is at your feet
just remember not to forget Allah
you can then be certain he will remember you !

Ladies first

2007-04-30T15:01:00.000+01:00

It's easy to get swept into this society's norms
In a World of "After you" and "Ladies first"
All wrongs seem to come at you in the right forms.
In a World of "After you" and "Ladies first"

In a world where girls and guys can intermingle
In a world where it's a virtue to stay single
Where the only guideline is in each persons ability
Where everyone has stripped themselves of liability

We tend to forget the people of our history
making the achievement of good deeds a mystery

such as the story of a man in madyan
who helped some women get water from a well

such as the story of a man in madyan
who into his desires, he did not sell

"come with me" the girl said
and to her father, he was led
the father was impressed with his manly nature
He wanted to see this man of great stature

on the way he did not twidle
making sure there was no chance for shaytan to fiddle
Ahead of the girl he chose to walk
and if he were to walk too far, he bid her to throw rocks

he dared not walk behind her
not because of arrogance or pride
he dared not walk behind her
for fear he would take joy in their stride

a man of great stature indeed
a man who truly did succeed

A different story, today's society does tell
A different story, into which many of us fell
a story of "After you" and "Ladies first"

Allah

2007-04-14T22:19:00.000+01:00

When things are down
And you are out of your mind
Remember just remember
Allah is The Kind.

When your life is in darkness
And nothing is right
Remember just remember
Through the darkness,
Allah is The Light.

When nothing makes sense
And your heading for demise
Remember just remember
It doesn't make sense, but Allah is The Wise.

When times are troubled
And no one seems to care
Remember just remember
Allah won't hurt you, He is The Fair.

When your heart is breaking
And your pain makes you fall
Remember just remember Allah Sees it all.

When you are weak
And the road seems long
Remember just remember
Seek strength from The Strong.

When life is a burden
And everything is unstable
Remember just remember
Allah is The Able.

When the way is cloudy
And there is no one by your side
Remember just remember
Allah is The Only Guide.

When no one wants to listen
Or is willing to lend an ear
Remember just remember
Allah is always ready to hear.

When you are poor and penniless
And you are stuck in a niche
Remember just remember
Allah is The Rich.

When you are down in your misery
And there is nowhere to run
Remember just remember
You can always run to The One.

And when your scars are hurting
And your heart is in fear
Remember just remember
Allah is really here.

Subhanallah

Actions speak louder than words

2007-04-03T12:20:00.000+01:00

Once I was walking down the road
On a dark and foggy night
When there was hardly any light

I called out “Hey, mister, What’s your name?”
At first there was no reply
Perhaps he was a little shy

I called out yet again
But it was all in vain
I was about to give up when it suddenly began to rain
And as we ran helter, skelter
To find ourselves shelter
He opened his umbrella
Willing to share
And then I realized that my friend of few words
Really did care

And as we huddle together, cold and numb
I realized that my friend couldn’t speak
Because he was deaf and dumb

And then a sudden thought flashed through my mind
Do we really need words to be kind?
What words couldn’t do, his actions had done
For life long in me
A friend he had won!

Of Angels And Men

2007-03-20T14:15:00.000Z

Allah made the angels out of heavenly light
created for His service, to do what’s right.
Whatever Allah commands, they must obey
and from these duties they never stray.

Unlike Humans, they cannot choose
so when Allah commands, they can not refuse.
They are the dedicated servants of our Lord.
They wont do anything on their own accord.

Some angels are told to worship and pray
and they follow these commands night and day.
Some performing Sajda and others in Ruku
From the moment of creation this is all they do.

Every angel has tasks that Allah has assigned.
Some are commanded to serve mankind.
Some provide sustenance from hunger and thirst.
Others are with us from the moment of birth.

Two angels are assigned to record our deeds,
whilst some take care of our other needs.
Like bringing us sunshine and also the rain.
Like protecting us from harm and also from pain.

There is another creation - it is called man.
They live on Earth for a very short span.
After their time expires they are returned
and through their deeds, paradise is earned.

Adam was first and he was made from mud
which was then turned into flesh and blood.
Unlike the angels, he has a choice to obey
- to go for guidance or to go astray.

So humans have choices to be the best
as freewill can raise them above the rest.
The ability to choose between wrong and right.
To return from darkness to knowledge and light.

Through choice we can follow Allah’s command
and refrain from everything Allah has banned.
We can follow Islam, becoming pious and just
so both learning and practice become a must.

If we ignore Islam and follow our desire
sand lose ourselves in building our empires.
Our purpose in life becomes obeying our lust
- chasing the Dunya we become spiritually bust.

When our whims and desires is all we select.
Our real purpose in life we tend to neglect.
When Islam isn’t the centre of our lives,
our heart becomes empty where nothing survives.

Our Creator’s wishes we no longer observe
when our nafs and ego is all we serve.
We forget the reality that life is a test
and the path of righteousness is the best.

If the Path we tread is of virtue and merit
then the gardens of paradise we will inherit.
Many hardships and trials we will ultimately face
When the pious and righteous we emulate.

The amount of wealth is a test from above.
Do we love to share or is it hoarding we love?
Are we grateful to Allah for whatever he has sent?
Or do we complain of poverty and show resent?

If Allah has given us power over others
Do we treat them as equals and as brothers?
or do we feel superior and are filled with pride?
Do we practice fairness or are their rights denied?

Allah has blessed us with youth and good health,
both these qualities are our greatest wealth!
Do we pick on others demonstrating our brawn?
Or are we up for Fajr at the crack of dawn?

Are we careful to use our precious time?
Or is it devoted to TV, music and rhyme?
Do we try to create a better place
and improve the conditions that Muslims face?

Do we obey our parents and give them respect?
Are we good role models are our morals correct?
Do we help other people and are we always fair?
Do we earn halal income or don’t we care?

Do we follow the guidance from the Qur’an?
By shunning all evil and following Islam?
Do we read the Qur’an and heed its advice?
Or have we sold Jannah for a meagre price?

For all Allah’s blessings we show gratitude
with generosity, kindness and the right attitude.
So in doing good deeds we should not delay
and our commitment to Islam should start today.

On the last day all souls will be raised
and we will face Allah – the most praised.
Standing before Allah what face will we show?
When the truth of our actions will freely flow.

By Zahid bin Ghulam

Allah Knows Best

2007-03-09T08:25:00.000Z

Allah knows what’s best for us
So why should we complain
We always want the sunshine
But He knows there must be rain

We always want the laughter
And the merriment of cheer
But our hearts will lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear.

Allah tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow
He tests us not to punish us
But to help us meet tomorrow

For growing trees are strengthened
If they withstand the storm
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gave the marble grace and form

Allah tests us often
And for every pain He gives to us
Provided we’re patient
Is followed by rich again

So whenever we feel that everything is going wrong
It is just Allah’s way
To make our spirit’s strong.

Author: Unknown

Quran And The TV Guide

2007-03-07T07:05:00.000Z

They lie on the table side by side
The Holy Qur'an and the TV Guide
One is well worn and cherished with pride
Not the Qur'an, but the TV Guide
One is used daily to help folks decide
Not the Qur'an, but the TV Guide
As the pages are turned, what shall they see?
Oh what does it matter - turn on the TV
So they open the book in which they confide
No, not the Qur'an, but the TV Guide
The Word of Allah is seldom read
Maybe a verse before they fall into bed
Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be
Not from reading the Qur'an - from watching TV
So then back to the table side-by-side
Lie the Holy Qur'an and the TV Guide
No time for prayer, no time for the Word
The plan of worship is rarely heard
But forgiveness of sin, so full and free
Is found in the Qur'an - not on TV!

The Miracle, The Quran

2007-03-01T14:05:00.000Z

So brothers and sisters, to increase your iman
Read the miracle, read the Quran
Here's a fact for the ones who are keener
92 surahs revealed in Mecca, 22 in Medinah
Read it every day and to read it be proud
The word Quran means to read it aloud
Read the book from the Lord of the worlds
Over 6,000 verses and 77,000 words
Read with respect,no disturbance, no laughters
from Al Fatiha to An naas, all 114 chapters
And in it 14 times you need to prostrate
And say Allah ho Akbar, meaning Allah is the greatest
In this book, 25 prophets are mentioned by name
Who came at different times but their message was the same
This miracle was revealed over a 23 year span
Sent from Allah(swt), to an angel and then to a man
That man was Muhammed (saws), the best of creation
And we are proud to be part of his nation
He gave us a message and that was Islam
So read this miracle, read the Quran

Smoke Break

2007-02-22T19:33:00.000Z

Smoke Break
Author unknown

"I really need a cigarette" she muses
As she steps outside her door
Searching with nimble fingers
For the cigarette that she craves for

"Its not that im addicted...much" she justifies
As she lights that little stick
The stick thats only leaves and paper
that gives her that special kick

"Its just what i really needed" she thinks
As she enjoys that first inhale
Why is this smoke so sexy
Now her coffin has a premature first nail?

"I'll give up one day" she promises
As once again she drags
Her cheeks cave in...ahh nicotine
The drug that always nags

"I love it when you smoke" I comment
As i arrive on the smoky scene.
Why is smoking so sexy?
So sexy yet so unclean?

Gangster Youth

2007-02-17T08:18:00.000Z

Author: Unknown

It saddens me,
When I see brothers and sisters being gangster wannabe's

Not praying like they should,
Hanging on street corners in the hood,

Fighting over gang turf,
Like something outta the smurfs,

Hanging out like thugz,
Drinking alcohol and taking drugs,

Tryna be like 50 cents,
But on the last day he aint gonna be worth 50 pence,

Even when its Ramadan,
They don't give two about islam,

They'd rather live there twisted ideologies,
But on the last day there won't be time for apologies,

They tryna be the next best thing,
But listen carefully to my linguistic sting,

Islam aint just for Fridays,
If you think that prepare to be set ablaze,

So keep hold of your imaan,
And follow the Islamic clan,

The reward in the hereafter is gonna be greater,
So keep Islamic, coz we all gonna die sooner or later,

Don't kid yourself into thinking your still young,
Indeed this is the shaytaans tongue,

Take heed of the quran and sunnah,
And islam will take you to jannah,

Now sadly I must end,
But, contemplate the words I spoke my friend..

Valentines day

2007-02-09T12:29:00.000Z

Valentines Day

It’s coming soon
And I don’t know what to do
How many cards to buy and send
To the good looking people
It’s quite funny
they never ever send me any?

Every year it’s the same
Being asked the question
How many did u get?
I lie
and say I got over twenty
Sent most of them to myself

Not into religion much
Aint got time and I am too busy
more time for that stuff when I’m older
but every Valentine ’s Day
I buy and send cards
Didn’t realise that I was a practicing pagan
Worshipping Satan
Instead of my religion Islam

I go with the flow
And the flow goes westwards
Live life based on desires
No fear for the hell fire
Religion is just a joke
In this modern age of technology

Desires satisfied
But always more to do
Humans are pretty
When u get one
The one u don’t have seems desirable
Always the opportunity cost
And sometimes u feels lost
And spoilt for choice

Who shall I date?
And have as my mate
Coz Feb fourteen only comes once a year
Full of fear
As I ask out a nice girly
Is she taken or playing hard to get
Get my wallet out
and she’s mine without a doubt

Cash always works
And the promise of a good time
Better than the last one she was with
Hope she’s not too experienced
With a good memory
Hate comparisons
But that’s just the way it goes

In this day and age
Changing partners every few months
It’s all the rage
Me and her both

Also being careful
Not to be caught by the family
Otherwise
It’s the arranged marriage route
for her and maybe for me
Honour and all that
But we both lost ours years ago

I like women’s equality
Any excuse to go all the way
Hope she don’t get pregnant
Or pass me any diseases
Asian girls are cleaner
Compared to the others
So I don’t bother with protection

Feb fourteen
Is all about following St Valentine
Dating and mating
Not debating
Serious issues
As I pursue my prey
All the way
And practice being a pagan
For just one day

Even if it means
Catching diseases
Loss of honour and respect
And being caught by the family

Author: Showkotali

Ya Allah

2007-02-01T18:00:00.000Z

All praises are for you Allah, how I hope that you are there.
For sinful though I know I am, your displeasure I can not bear.
Never, till this moment, did I realize how much I've strayed.
Never, till now, was I more conscious of all those times when
I should have prayed.

For sins are like heavy baggage, that one carries through Life, the airport.
Why didn't I realize sooner, that Earth is but a place of sport?
Ya Allah ! Forgive me. Save me from the fire of Hell.
Forgive me as you did my parents, from Jan'ah though they fell.
Ya Allah ! Protect me. From myself for my soul is weak.
Let me not falter ever, for Jan'ah is the abode I seek.
Ya, Allah! Please help me. For I don't understand and thus, I fear.
What happened to all those moments when I never doubted that you were near ?

My actions once were guided, by my faith which, once, was strong.
Ya Allah! please guide me . What happened, what went wrong ?
Each footstep that I used to take, I took with you ever near my side.
The Quran was my faithful companion, Rasoolallah my beloved guide.
How I yearn for those bygone days Allah, for I know that the day comes near.
When we'll each receive our just rewards, and Truth will stand sparkling clear.
Life is like a spider's web Allah. We get caught in its tricky snare
So thoroughly are we disillusioned, time for salat we can not spare.

I sit here and I wonder, Ya Allah! Why did I fall so low ?
What happened to my faith Allah? Where did my Iman go?
In this earthly life of ours, so often does sin seem right.
Falsehood seems to be the truth, as if days are confused with night.
Man is an imperfect creature. And thus, Man shall always wrong.
For the road to Jan'ah is rocky, and the journey seems awfully long.

Ya Allah ! Our creator, we are all just peices of clay.
Please help us with our steps in life, and let us not lose our way.
All praises are for you Allah, I know that you are near.
I know that you have read my heart, and my words I know you hear.
Ameen

Author Unknown

The Torments Of Hell

2007-01-14T12:30:00.001Z

If only you knew the torments of hell
It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell

It is in existence even as we speak
And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak

On the day of rising, hell will be in view
A terrible sight, if only you knew

It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns
And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains

After burning for a thousand years , it’s flames turned white
A thousand more years, now it’s as black as the night

You think the flames are bearable, you’re totally wrong
The flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strong

In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones
The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones

The thickness of your skin will greatly increase
Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease

The people in hell are there to stay
They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day

70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown
to hit the bottom of hell and it won’t be alone

the food of hell resembles a devil’s head
and to drink, boiling water and blood bright red

which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out
the inhabitants of hell will scream and shout

some will be taken out by Almighty Allah’s command
but the polytheists will stay eternally damned

take up islam, the only way to succeed
and if you don’t, you’re unfortunate indeed

Brothers and Sisters, Help determine your fate
Once you see Hellfire, It'll be far too late...

Author Unknown

Zinaa

2006-12-12T17:02:00.000Z

Islam forbids looking at a member of the opposite sex with desire; for the eye is the key to the feelings, and the look is the messenger of desire, carrying the message of fornication or adultery.
A poet of ancient times has said:
'All affairs begin with the sight,
the raging fire a spark can ignite'

While a contemporary poet declares:
'A look, then a smile,
then a nod of the head,
then a talk, then a promise,
then the warmth of the bed'

Source: Madrassah Inaamiyah

Hijaab

2006-11-27T19:14:00.001Z

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

I am a Muslim, but only by Name

2006-11-25T18:24:00.000Z

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

The Pious Wife

2006-11-17T12:14:00.002Z

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 Pious Husband

2006-11-15T16:02:00.002Z

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.

Teen Love?

2006-11-03T17:17:00.001Z

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

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Freemixing
The Interminglers
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Islam Guides Me

2006-11-02T09:32:00.000Z

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.

Eid Poem

2006-10-23T10:26:00.000+01:00

by Shaz and Taz, High Wycombe.

Eid is fun and great
It's time to celebrate

Eid Mubarak to everyone come on
Let's have lots of fun!

Everyone's going to the mosque to pray
People are grateful, it's a special day.

"Mmmm"... the taste of the delicious food
Really puts you in a good mood.

Everybody's wearing their posh clothes
And the guys are cruising in their
Flashy cars on the roads.

Children opening their gifts with smiles
On their faces and having fun going
Out to different places.

All of a sudden the day comes to an end
Well what can I say...
Thank you for a lovely day!!!

More Eid Poems:
I love Eid
Eid Celebration
Eid ul Fitr

Ramadhan is gone

2006-10-13T11:43:00.000+01:00

by xmuslimahx

Ramadhan was here.
Ramadhan's now gone.
Let us make the most of the month
For it is not here for long.

Let us do dhikr and pray
And worship Allah all day
Before ramadhan is gone
For it is not here for long.

Less than nine days till the end
Durood on Nabi (S) we should send
Continuously for our rewards will be doubled
Before ramadhan is gone
For it is not here for long.

Ramadan is here

2006-09-26T12:32:00.002+01:00

Ramadan is here
by Ahmed

Ramadan is here, its here!
Ramadan oh so dear, so dear

During this month we must fast
Opportunity for our good deeds to amass

From food and drink we abstain
Satan this month is put on a chain

Wake late in the night for Tahajjud
Pray like you really truly should

Duas at this early hour readily accepted
Almighty Allah hears all, the Most Elevated

Then eat your delicious suhoor food
Throughout the day don’t be in a mood

Muslims fast all over worldwide
Rewards in this month multiplied

Your eyes will soon open up wide
Looking at all those samosas fried

But don’t just anxiously await the iftaar
Make dua, ask to be kept from sins afar

Recite the Holy Qur’an much
Each and every sunnah try to clutch

Make good speech your norm
Extra Nafl salaah do perform

Having kept your fast during the day
At night Taraweeh stand and pray

Practise the beautiful way of our Prophet*
And for eternity hereafter increase your profit!

* Peace and Blessing upon him
May Allah give us all the ability to make the most of this blessed month of Ramadan, ameen.

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The Five Pillars of Islam

2006-09-21T12:27:00.000+01:00

Author unkown

Allah is One and like no one,
He has no partner, nor a son,
He is Kind and Just and Wise,
And has no form, shape or size.

His final Messenger to all of us,
Did so much without a fuss,
Muhammad is his blessed name,
As mercy to the worlds he came.

Five times a day we make Salah,
That's when we bow down to Allah,
We ask for guidance when we pray,
And this we do every single day.

We have to share with those in need,
And not give in to thoughts of greed,
Zakah then helps us in this way,
Lest we should err and go astray.

In the month of Ramadan we must fast,
From the first day to the last,
When food and drink we put aside,
By fasting rules we then abide.

And all those who can afford,
Seek the pleasure of their Lord,
They perform their Hajj you know,
When to Makkah the pilgrims go.

You and Me

2006-09-06T10:51:00.000+01:00

Before mankind lived upon this earth
Adam was created without father or birth
Allah made him from different coloured clay
So that is why our skins are coloured in this way.

Some of us are dark and others a kind of white
But it is only our belief that separates us in His Sight.
He made us all to know one another
To become sisters and brothers each to the other.

But Satan has worked hard to disrupt this perfect plan
By scheming, devising and then separating man.
So forget about the reflection in the mirror that you see
Seek only the believing person you really want to be.

So forget about colour and forget about pride
And let Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) be our only guide,
Guiding us to the Path that is so very straight
That strengthens us against Satan, the wicked degenerate!

Author unknown

Salaat

2006-08-23T23:22:00.000+01:00

Author unknown

Salaat is a basic pillar of islam
It is mentioned again and again in the Quran
The importance of prayer is in seven hundred places
But in the mosque,do you see many young faces?

Praying in the mosque gives 27 times the reward
Pray with the intention that you're pleasing your Lord
When you walk to the mosque, just remember within
You gain a reward and you're losing a sin

For every step towards your destination
This is a blessing from Allah swt to his creation
The Quran has foretold, that before you are dead
'say your prayers before your prayers are said'

Our prophet (saws) said about those who miss prayer
fifteen punishments they'll have to bear
six in this life, three on passing away
three in the grave and three on judgement day

For missing Fajr at the start of the day
the glow of the face is taken away
the punishment for missing the salaat of Zohar
there will be no blessing from your income no more

For missing Asr, the middle prayer of the day
the strength of the body is taken away
by missing maghrib, remember one thing
you will not be benefited by your offspring

For missing Ishaa at the end of the day
the peace of your sleep will be taken away
while seeing elders pray at the mosque door
remember as a young person, your reward is 70 times more

Read salaat punctually, read it with care
on judgement day, we will be asked about prayer
that's the first question, so take this advice
salaat is the key to paradise

Spread this word to muslim sisters and brothers
salaat will separate muslims from others
salaat is a blessing which Allah swt gave
it will intercede and protect us in the grave

When it comes eventually, to the day of rising
the believers body washed by wudu will be shining
for the believers who are regular in offering salaat
it becomes a light of guidance on the pul-siraat

Don't miss the prayer asr at any cost
it will be like your family and wealth is lost
the ayat-ul-kursi after fard, should be read
it will lead you to paradise (insha Allah) after you're dead

Not reading salaat will lead you to hell
surrounded by serpants in a deep well
read your salaat whilst still in your prime
and read the durood shareef in your spare time

You'll get ten rewards, the Lord (insha Allah) will accept your pleas
and you'll be closer to Allah swt by ten more degrees
so embrace islam with all your heart
and remember the key is reading salaat.

Tahajjud

2006-08-14T12:58:00.000+01:00

One early morning at 3
I stood praying silently

Concentration in reciting the Qurans word
Bowing and Prostrating to my Lord

In my heart I feel so content
Tranquility I feel upon me sent

When family did come to know
They ridiculed me for stooping low

For a moment I did feel shame
Then swiftly realised I am not at blame

For, Alhumdulillah, I have been gifted
To partake in the night prayer so rewarded

And family catching me in the ‘act’
Upon them it may positively impact

For them to rethink their connection with the Almighty
And turn to Allah with sincerity and humility

Ya Allah, I thank you for this chance
For this virtue to allow my Imaan and a'mal to enhance.

This poem was inspired when I read of someone who had been 'found out' by their parents to stand in prayer at night and was encouraged NOT to do so by them. May Allah guide us all to do what is good and stop ourselves from stopping (directly or indirectly) others in doing good, ameen.

What Did I Do Today?

2006-08-06T19:58:00.000+01:00

Author: xmuslimahx

Every day and every night

I think about the day, so bright.

Did I do good or did I do bad?

Did I ever make anyone mad?

I think about the deeds I have done,

Did I just spend the day having fun?

Did I do anything to please Allah,

Anything like praying salah?

Did I pray Qur'an or give a helping hand,

To anyone in this humongous land?

Did I do dhikr, remembering my lord?

Or did I just stay sitting, looking out of the window bored?

Good deeds, bad deeds, which did I do today?

Or is the record I have the same everyday?

Did I visit the sick, give them some company?

Or did I only think about me me me?

Maybe I should think, just for a minute or two,

Did I do just one good deed, even if it's nothing new?

Just one good deed to please Allah

To make it my entry to Jannah.

The Right Way

2006-07-27T09:27:00.000+01:00

Author: Aishah

Islam is the right way, the truth,
Presented to mankind, to adults and the youth.
A beautiful religion, the only way to success.
Follow the religion and for eternity you’ll be blessed.

However, today Islam has been portrayed as something else,
Something horrible, something bad, but this is all false.
Don’t listen to the news what they say about Islam is wrong.
Read the books of Islam and all the falsehood will be gone.

Muhammad (SAW) is the last promised Prophet.
However, qadiyanis think that Mirza Gulam Ahmad was it.
They’re wrong you see, they think he’s the Messiah and more.
True Islam do they not taste, do they not adore.

Nabi (SAW) prophesised that 73 sects will evolve
And today we see many, Islam’s new puzzle we can’t solve.
Why Shias? Why Brelvis? Why Ahmediyyas?
Follow the Qur’an and Sunnah and the Sahabas!

To make this easy, Allah Ta’ala blessed us with Imam Bukhari,
Imam Muslim, Imam Abu Dawood and Imam Tirmidhi.
The list doesn’t stop coz there’s Imam Malik, Imam Nasa’ee,
Imam Ahmad, Abu Hanifah and Shafi’ee.

Many more scholars have passed,
Who came to remove falsehood from the Ummah’s hearts.
The 4 schools of thought they then formed
With their piety and righteousness we were forewarned
To stay away from the misguided, ‘cause we’ll not reach Jannah
The 4 schools are really the words of the Qur’an and Sunnah.
None of their fataawas were of their own opinion
But with daleels and a lot of work, the answers were brought forth

So my brothers, my sisters, listen to this once
Follow Haq (truth) and insha’Allah you will not bounce
From hell to heaven, but you’ll go flying to Jannah
So do dhikr daily, always remember Allah
Keep on the straight path, do not hesitate
To talk to Allah, ‘cause mercy awaits at His gates
Let your tears flow, it’s a sign of forgiveness
Follow the right path and insha’Allah you will truly attain success.

Have courage

2006-07-18T15:39:00.000+01:00

When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill

When the funds are low, and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but have to sigh

When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but do not quit.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt

And you can never tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things go wrong that you must not quit.

Allah tests those whom He loves

Whispers Of Shaytaan

2006-07-11T22:58:00.001+01:00

Stay in your bed, don’t make a fuss.
Your prayers can wait; give in to your nafs. (1)

What! Go to the mosque, the path you’ll pave?
Don’t bother, think of the gas you’ll save.

Why go the extra miles to be kind?
Don’t share that smile, they won’t mind!

Listen to your parents, why should you?
You’re big enough, don’t let them tell you what to do!

Don’t look at those orphans, what could they need?
You have your own problems, and family to feed.

Wear good Hijab? Oh me, Oh my, you’ll be targeted as a Muslim and put to shame.
Just wear no makeup, and dress simple and plain.

Go for Jihad? No not you.
It’s not your problem, what can you do?

Don’t worry about Jannah, your place is reserved.
I promise you’ll get all you deserve.

Preach about Islam, and be nice?
Listen to me, and take my advice!!!

Don’t fast during Ramadan, you’ll feel dead.
Don’t go for Hajj, the heat you’ll dread.

Why give charity, or feed the poor?
Don’t do it I say, They’ll just ask for more.

Don’t visit the Muslims, they’ll bite your back.
Don’t stop your work for prayer, it’s money you lack.

Then he makes you hoard your wealth.
He thinks while he talks, and laughs to himself.

You take me as your friend, and don’t give me a fight.
I’ll take you to hell to gain respite.

On the judgement day we will meet.
Allah’s plan we can not defeat.

Shaytaan thinks and thinks of more to say.
Say A’ oodhoo billah and make him run away.

Dear believer, don’t let shaytaan put you to the test.
You can overcome him, just do your best.

(1) Nafs: Arabic word meaning self. (yourself)

The Woman

2006-07-01T19:41:00.001+01:00

The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter...

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan'allah, subhan'allah, subhana'allah

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen
is very, very stern
for her it is a must
to control one's lust

But the Women I see
sad to say, most wear "minis"
alone I lament... "VIAGRA on heels"?
though they are not made for this!

The Woman I met
boasting her beauty
most probably by surgery?
but does she know it is all temporary?

Hence, the Woman
I know is advised to follow
the sunnah of our beloved Rasulullah
from head to toe....

The Woman I judge
often bears a grudge
EQUALITY, she requests (or rather protests)
but please bear in mind ALLAH'S inquest!

The Women I hurt (by this article)
please do not curse or smut
for it is better I warned before all is gone....

Firdaus

By Qalamuddin Column

The Simple Message Of Islam

2006-06-26T22:23:00.000+01:00

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

2006-06-20T22:45:00.000+01:00

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

2006-06-14T11:12:00.000+01:00

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

2006-06-06T22:18:00.000+01:00

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

2006-06-01T20:00:00.000+01:00

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

Purpose of Man

2006-05-26T15:58:00.000+01:00

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.

Islamic Blogs

2006-05-23T13:58:00.000+01:00

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:
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Ashrafiya
Breathe Islam
Duas
Journey Ends
Mujahidah an Nafs
Niqaabi-Forever
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Umm Zahra
Zains World

What Prayer Is . . .

2006-05-15T21:57:00.000+01:00

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.

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2006-05-13T15:18:00.000+01:00

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Keep On Keeping On

2006-05-11T12:06:00.000+01:00

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

To My Child

2006-05-05T20:51:00.000+01:00

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.

Meditation upon Death

2006-04-28T14:37:00.000+01:00

by Kwhajhah Azizul Hasan Majzoob Rahmatullahi Alayh
You were created for worship, remember,
To Bow humble onto Allah, remember,

Otherwise, there will be disgrace, remember,
For life is but a few days, remember,

One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.

Were you to acquire status & rank, so what?
Vaults of gold and riches be in your hands, so what?

Lavish mansions you were to erect, so what?
Display your pomp and vanity, so what?

One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.

Caesar, Alexandra & Kisra have all departed,
Napoleon & Rustam have all departed,

What great brave leaders have all departed,
Displaying their worth have all departed!

One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.

How many houses has Death annihilated,
The play of many has Maut annihilated,

Many of gigantic build has death eliminated,
Huge statures has death eliminated,

One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.

Yes, O ignoramus, departure is whence?
Arise from negligence, break of dawn will commence,

Pack your provisions, the journey is hence,
Annihilation of every man will commence,

One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.

Nafs & Shaytan to your bosom are snare,
The attack is imminent, O negligent beware,

Lest weakness arises in your Deen and good fare,
Halt! Stop your evil deeds which scare,

One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.

Suddenly, death will arrive upon your skull,
then whither you and where Darul amal?

Will perish the golden opportunity,
never again to arise for eternity,

One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.

Concern for the Akhirah, to you O negligent is nothing,
Do not blunder, worldly comfort in reality is nothing,

Life is but a few days and naught else,
To rely upon it is folly, naught else!

One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.

You have to depart from here one day,
Will be laid out in your grave one day,

Will show unto Allah your face, one day,
Now no longer waste in folly even one day!

One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.

-Translated by Muhammad Aslam Patel, Ashraf's Amanat

Love for Allah

2006-04-24T12:36:00.000+01:00

by Ahmed

If my love is attached to Thee
Then from sin I will be free

Each time my heart will beat
Your name will resound with heat

With your name shivers my each limb
They seek to be released from whim

Allah, Allah, is my hearts speech
Your Mercy is what I beseech

The Most Merciful keep me content
With all that You have sent

Keep in my heart Your remembrance
And in Your deen and love allow me to advance

Help me in my quest
Permit me to pass the ultimate test

Save me from the clutches of Satan
Give me death upon Imaan.

S M I L E

2006-04-17T15:22:00.000+01:00

She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.

He remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.

The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.

After he finished his dinner,He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that momentthat he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering puppy And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful To be in out of the storm.

That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.

One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent....and THAT is the power of a smile!

So smile away The Messenger of Allah, upon whom be peace, said: "Every good deed is sadaqah (charity). To meet yourbrother with a smiling face and to pour out from yourbucket into his container are sadaqah."

She Was Not Lost But Was Waiting

2006-04-11T22:48:00.000+01:00

Boy has she changed
I remember when she cared not

For pleasing Allah and doing her salah
For this world had shadowed her

Somethings she used to say
Made me think why do I not walk away

But there was something hidden away
Thats why I stayed by her side each and everyday

She kept me going
I kept her flowing
Our friendship kept growing

The eeman that was said to be gone
Was now back and how bright it shone

A girl, a Muslim sister, a friend till the end
Was lost and at a dead end

But the pathway of righteousness reopened
As she with her eeman developed

If she carries on this way
She will be of the highest on such a day

The day I know she most fears
But she needs not cry any tears

I make duah for her
That she gets the reward

The mercy and blessings of Allah
To enter the glorious Jannah.

By Armara Rowlands, Year 9
Al-Qalam-Vol 1 Issue 1 published by Azhar Academy Girls School
contributed by Mujahidah an Nafs

TV Kills...

2006-04-08T09:13:00.000+01:00

By Roald Dahl

TV rots the senses in the head!

It kills the imagination dead!

It clogs and clutters up the mind!

It makes a child so dull and blind.

He can no longer understand a fantasy,

A fairyland!

His brain becomes as soft as cheese!

His powers of thinking rust and freeze!

Judgement Day

2006-04-03T18:22:00.000+01:00

For the final time the trumpet is sounded,
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,

The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending

Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes

The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span

What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed

Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother

You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn

Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail

Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision

It¹s all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah¹s greatness, and don¹t be blind

To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say,
Ask for forgiveness and do that today

Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan

We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in jannah you will all be included.

Close Your Eyes and Imagine

2006-03-30T16:27:00.000+01:00

Just close your eyes and imagine,
You have just one more day to live
One more day to show Allah,
What "Jannah" he should give?

To say goodbye to your family,
And all your closest friends;
To ask for forgiveness,
And try to make amends;

Just close your eyes and imagine,
Did you miss a prayer or two?
Did you please Allah, and do the things,
He asks every Muslim to do?

Just close your eyes and imagine,
Tomorrow you will be gone;
No more second chances,
To smell the mist of dawn;

Just close your eyes and imagine,
The angels are going to come,
To take your soul and ask,
In your life "what have you done"?

Just close your eyes and imagine,
The words you want to say;
Will not come out you may realize,
For all your deeds you'll pay;

You want to speak out, to cry out,
In Allah I believe;
But, silence beckons you,
No more can u deceive;

Just close your eyes and imagine,
Finally,>Your silence breaks away;
You tell the angels you believe in Allah,
And for him, you did pray;

You say as tears are pouring down your face
Please, Allah, forgive me,
For the sins that I committed,
Have mercy is my plea!

Just close your eyes and imagine,
That the smell of musk surrounds you,
From your head down to your feet;
You realize Allah forgave you,
Hell fire you did defeat;

But we all know as Muslims,
When it's time for you to die;
You'll not be given a second chance,
To say a last goodbye;

So live each day as If it's your last,
And never forget to pray;
So when the angels come to ask,
You'll know the words to say.

Muslim Girls

2006-03-27T22:36:00.000+01:00

MUSLIM GIRLS

You got a scarf on your head
But jeans that stick to your skin
Your stomach is revealed
You’re into the SIN

When asked what you are
Your culture you name
Muslim don’t cross your tongue
What a pity what a shame!

You take pride in the tops
That reveals your back
Cleavage not an issue
It’s with the pack

Now it’s fashion to wear the scarf
In the way you do
Julia Stiles did it in save the last dance
Now you should too!

Your hair it is styled
With the gel and the mouse
You got the hip hugging jeans
With the matching shoes

You wake up at dawn
To apply your face
So guys can pick you up
What a disgrace!

You infuriated girl
Hit the road of the west
Your born in the truth
But you observe the rest

You do the dating scene
And the kissing guys
You think they’re the world
Open your eyes

Encouraging Muslim boys
To do the same?
But it’s all-good,
With the Muslim name

At least he is Muslim
That’s what your friends say
Encouraging a ummati
In the same way

Your life revolves around him
Your heart it does the dance
Pitiful are you
Within haram romance

DON’T YOU SEE…

Life doesn’t travel
Farther than the grave
It’ll pass you faster
If the world you crave

You think your getting educated
When you hit the school
But they’re playing you like puppets
You’re the fool

And those who do fear god
Those whom you tease
When you toss in the flames
They’ll cool in the breeze

Don’t you love the prophet?
Who was stoned for you?
Whose last words were for us?
Who came with the truth

The mothers of believer
Who cast their gaze down?
The best of the women
Upon you they would frown

Disgusting girl
have some shame within you
While they cast their gaze down,
you stare right through

While they feared Allah,
the alone the True
You think the only problem
is if people see you

What would my parents say,
will I be allowed out again
Society will gossip,
it’ll be the end

But little do you assume
about the end that is near
And if only your death
and Allah you fear

But you know the truth,
there’s only so much I can say
And the guilt only lasts
before you go back to the way

So before you turn back and to parties you attend
There is one small thing I do recommend

No matter where you go and what you decide to do
Just remember that Allah is always around you

Fear him more than being “caught” fear him there
And when you start to realize, then you’ll start to care

And the rest of the girls will disgust you true
If it worked for me it can work for you

Taste the sweetness of the veil and cover up well
And make the hereafter your eternity in Jannah you’ll dwell

So take off the shamelessness, throw off the nudity
Be a Muslimah stand proud most of all as an ummati!

Wake up to the Call of Islaam

2006-03-23T23:32:00.000Z

Wake up to the Call of Islaam
by Nizaam Hussain

O Muslims, wake up to the call of Islaam
O muslims, search your heart for the true Imaan

Is your Salaat, Zakaat, Sawm, Hajj what it should be?
If so, then why are you in so much difficulty?

Nay, but you have not understood the depth of Imaan
Nay, but you have not understood the teachings of the Qur'aan

Has He not made you the best of creation?
Has He not fulfilled your wants without your supplication?

Think and Ponder
Surely, He will make you wonder

Is your love for Him alone?
Is your fear for Him alone?

Nay, but you have falsified, and loved and feared every other created soul
Is your trust in Him alone?

Is your obedience to Him alone?
Nay, but you have falsified, you trusted and obeyed those that use you the most

Look around you, slaughter, slander and rape
When they come to your door, just like death, they won't wait

No entreaty of vow can be taken except Allah's alone
Love Him, fear Him, trust Him, obey Him, and fight for Him
Surely He will put you on the throne.

Source: Riyadhul Jannah, vol 4 no 1 Dec '94

The Tongue

2006-03-19T18:00:00.001Z

Behind enamel blocks, therein it lies,
It moves in all directions clock and anti-clockwise
If used correctly, it can cause ranks to rise
But shooting without aiming could lead to your demise.

A small piece of flesh without a bone in sight,
It can cure friendship and also incite fights,
Then cowardly behind your teeth, safely it sits tight
And YOU get a jab and a hook from the right.

It bears witness about Allah and His Prophets
The hereafter is where you’ll see the real profits
It remembers Allah plentiful, but think nothing of it
It recites the Quran wonderful, so start and you’ll love it.

It also has a bitter side If it boasts and talks with pride,
You’ve backbitten if you speak but hide It’s called slander if you lied,
Abusive language leaves eyes wide
Make an effort, make truth your bride.

“He who keeps quite, gains salvation”
“Backbiting is worse than fornication”
That’s our Prophet’s declaration
Please take into consideration
Take time out for contempletion About Allah, Lord of all creation.

It recites Quran to gain reward,
Use it for speeches, make it your sword.
Anything that will please the Lord,
To waste precious time, that we can’t afford.

With Allah's name begin your day,
Remember Him while you work or play Keep evil doings out of your way
On the straight path you will stay.
If it sings, change it to nasheeds Pick up an Islamic book to read.

Most important repeat your creed,
For the Hereafter sow your seed For that day you’l need every good deed.
Use it to supplicate, use it to repent
At the All-Mighty’s doorstep, drop and lament
Solely for worship is why we were sent

Let not Satan be an impediment
And keep Allah’s remembrance immanent.
Keep Muslims safe from its attack
Be they red or be they black Disunity is the biggest drawback

So keep the unity free from slack Oh Allah!
Keep us on the straight track.
Its correct usage whoso guarantees
And of that between his knees.

The Prophet will make certain he sees
Our entry into Paradise with ease.
A humble effort, not a song
An attempt to pass a message on It can do good, it can do wrong
This poem was about the Tongue.

Us and Them

2006-03-17T11:49:00.000Z

Us and Them
By Masood

Out of the oceans of their virtues,
my pen's ink only drops a few.
Only a fleeting glimpse
of the Sahabah's greatness is in this poem to view.

Abbaad bin Bishr was getting shot with arrows,
yet he still didn't want to break his salat.
Who are we compared to him?
We complain when the room we pray in is a little hot.

Our Masaajid are empty,
even though we drive fancy Cadillacs.
The Sahabah went to the Masjid for every prayer,
even though many had no cloths on their backs.

The Kuffar put massive rocks
on Bilal's chest in the burning dessert sun,
All he said was "Ahad, Ahad"
and from Islam he did not run.

They strove in the path of Allah,
doing Jihad even in the fierce dessert heat.
Who are we compared to them?
We can hardly make it to the Masjid right down the street!

Sumayyah loved Allah
and for that the kuffar speared her most private part.
She was the first shaheed of our ummah,
to the end she had true love of Allah in her heart.

Who are we next to Sumayyah?
We hide our faith in fear of being teased.
We get a little laugh from a kaffer,
and we turn away from Allah displeased.

Khabbab bin Alarat was burnt on hot coals until his blood put out the heat.
How ashamed should we be?
While listening to a khutbah,
we find it hard to just stay on our seats.

Most of them were starving,
but this didn't keep them away from any part of the deen.
We have tons of rice and lamb,
but nonetheless, in us, Islam can hardly be seen.

Mus'ab Ibn Umair's hands were both severed when he was the flag bearer,
yet with his bloody forearms, he still kept the flag up high.
Yet how is our condition?
We can barely even give dawwah because we feel too shy!

If even the breeze grew a little stronger,
they would go to the Masjid fearing that it may be the last day.
Do we even notice what's going on around us,
or are we too busy thinking of our weekly pay?

Abu Bakr gave all of his wealth
for Allah in His path.
Though if we were asked to do this,
we would probably laugh.

Out of their fear of Allah,
they had tear stains on their cheeks.
Out of our love of the dunyah,
we stay away from the Masjid and go shopping in the boutiques.

After being captured in Jihad,
Ibn Hudhafah was glad that he might be boiled alive.
Yet what about us?
For Allah, many just frown when they are asked to strive.

This noble man cried in pleasure
that he might be boiled alive for Allah!
Next to him we seem like hypocrites, or worse,
many of us don't even do our salah!

Even when Umar was khalifah,
his clothes still had many tears.
Yet when we have even the littlest job,
we end up with many clothes that we don't even wear.

They established the empire of Islam,
they spread the deen throughout all the lands.
Yet when it comes to us,
we have trouble obeying the simplest of Allah's commands.

Aisha was thirsty for knowledge,
she was one of our greatest scholars.
She was busy searching for wisdom,
yet we're busy searching for dollars.

With it's last drops of ink,
this poem is coming to an end.
But before I let you go,
there is one thing that I do recommend:

We can sit around and talk,
we can reminisce about them with much ease.
But unless we actually try to be like the Sahabah,
our words just drift away with the breeze.

In your mates car

2006-03-14T13:32:00.000Z

In your mates car
by Ahmed

In your mates car
Thoughts from Islam so far

Listening to the stereo, loud tune
Behaving like a silly baboon

Eyeing the girls as you go by
Practising Muslims despise you, my oh my

You pull over to a girl and use your line
'Baby, baby, come be mine'

Ignorant that you have invited her to sin
The slippery road for you does begin

For what seems like fun
Simply means Satan has won

Ensnared into a world of wrong by the devil
Girls, Alcohol, drugs is this your aspired level?

Satan has lured you away
From Allah and the Prophets (pbuh) way

But hey whilst you are alive there is still time
To turn to & worship Allah, even in your prime

Turn away from this, quit behaving like slime
Repent to Allah, the Forgiving, Most Sublime.

Al-Hamdulillah

2006-03-09T15:54:00.000Z

As I rise each day
Al-Hamdulillah I say
As I put on my dress
Al-Hamdulillah I express

As I fill my empty plate
Al-Hamdulillah I state
As I make ready to strive
Al-Hamdulillah for another day alive

As I hear the birds sing
Al-Hamdulillah for the melody they bring
As I watch the sun rise
Al-Hamdulillah for my eyes

As I wash in the stream
Al-Hamdulillah I am clean
As I pray my Salat
Al-Hamdulillah for the best start

As I share my gifts with neighbours
Al-Hamdulillah for Allah's favours
As I delight with my family
Al-Hamdulillah for their care for me

As I pray for forgiveness
Al-Hamdulillah for deliverance
As I open the Qur'an
Al-Hamdulillah for my Iman

As I understand and take heed
Al-Hamdulillah, Al-Hamdulillah
For all the good I receive.

Ayesha Bint Mahmood

A Boy Called MO

2006-03-06T18:00:00.000Z

This is the story of a Muslim named Mo.
It’s a symbolic story that many of us may know.

He was born in a Muslim family but they were weak in the Deen.
He was a lovely child, he was more precious then anything you've seen.
He grew up so quick; it was just a flash before his parent’s eyes.
They didn't get to teach him about Islam. You know how the time just flies.
Before they knew it, they were sending him off to school.
They were so happy; he shined like a precious little jewel.

He was taught that he was a Muslim, but that's about all he knew.
He wanted to know more but his dad had way too many things to do.
He had cute little cheeks; they turned rosy as he got tired.
He was a handsome little guy, he was always admired.

But with his parents so busy, he never got to learn about Allah.
The days passed by and his parents never taught him how to do Salaah.
Some more years passed by, and by now his voice began to change.
He felt new emotions, and he liked them, even though they felt strange.

His dad finally took him one day to some Islamic Sunday school.
But he had already learned from his friends that religion just wasn't cool.
Time past by and the little man grew older.
With the passage of time his temper became bolder.

His mother was getting worried, he was found to be ditching school.
But she didn't say anything, or else his temper would flare up like fuel.
He would go to parties and come home all drunk.
And in some of his classes he was now beginning to flunk.
Her cute little rosy cheeked child had become a wild young man.

She cried every night because teaching him Islam was never in her plan.
He met a pretty girl named Rose; he thought he loved her for sure.
She noticed how he felt, so she asked him to go out with her.
He thought it was love at first sight; she kissed him on the first date.
But she just wanted to sleep with him, yet to that he had no debate.

He would go out all night with her, sometimes without even saying good-bye.
"Why didn't I show him the Deen?" His father could only cry.
He kept on partying while his family kept on weeping.
And he met other girls, and with them too he was also sleeping.

He started to look sick, and he wasn't really feeling so good.
His mother just had to cry, he didn't look like the way he should.
He went to the doctor for what he thought was a cold.
"Young man, you've got AIDS," is what he was told.

When his mom found out she just couldn't take the pain.
For not teaching him his Deen, she knew she was to blame.
Mo got sicker and you could see him getting weaker day by day.
And he didn't know Allah, so to Him he never prayed.
What could she do now for her once precious little guy?
She knew he needed the Deen, but now she could only cry.

His time came one day so the Angel came for his spirit.
His dad told him to say la ilaha illalah, but Mo didn't hear it.
"What's that dad? I can't seem to hear you, everything's going dull."
But before Mo ever heard it, the Angel was off with his soul.
His father fell to his knees and cried like he never did before.
He knew he should have taught him the Deen, so he felt guilty to the core.

This is the story of little Mo. Lets not let it be the story of our kid's situation.
So Please My Brothers And Sisters, Take This DEEN To The Next Generation!!!

Spread Salam

2006-02-28T11:59:00.000Z

Assalam-alaykum

Familiar faces we often greet
Exchanging dialogue while we meet
But as we gesture, respond and smile
Before we speak, just think a while

Welcome not wiz words unrewarding
'Hello', 'Good day', 'Good evening', 'Good morning'
But choose to radiate peace and calm
Offer a warm exchange of 'Salam!'

And peace on you' - comes the reply
Will bond our kinship and strenghen our tie
To those unknown, do not hesitate
We are one family in Islamic faith

Allah's servants of the sky
The Angels extend this humble reply
And our acceptance into Grace
yeilds 'Salam' ... a blessed fate

So give glad tidings with words serene
Spread the blessings of 'peace' - our Deen
And relish the good of this healing balm
And wish all our brothers and sisters 'Salam'

Author unknown

Women In Islam

2006-02-23T17:22:00.000Z

How do women fit into islam? What is their fate?
This has been the subject of many a debate
for the believing men and women, is a great reward'
this is from surah al azaab, the words of our Lord
it can be seen from reading the holy Quran
that a woman has some privilege over a man
Praying is exempted during menstruation

Here islam gives women consideration
a woman after marriage becomes a wife
for nine long months she carries new life
during childbirth she is exempted to fast
islam is against the burying of girls in the past
They can pray at the mosque or even at home

They may marry or divorce , its their choice, their own
after marriage she can retain her old maiden name
and is rewarded for treating all her offspring the same
once they are married they should live pious lives
and the best men are those who are best to their wives
Islam shows equality my sisters and brothers

Don't forget paradise lies at the feet of your mothers
women in the UK had property rights from 1938
this right was given by islam, 14 centuries to date
in the UK, women could vote from 1918
this was stated 1400 years ago in islam our deen
Women can work and lead a happily married life

But shouldn't neglect her role as mother and wife
a woman for her child's upbringing, deserves her credit
islam also gives a woman the right to inherit
a woman's status in islam, we should never neglect
in islam they are favoured and deserve their respect

The Buzz

2006-02-20T13:44:00.000Z

The Buzz
by Ahmed
inspired by a talk given by Shaykh Ahmed Ali

Everyone is seeking to find
‘The buzz’, contentment and peace of mind

Some seek it in pubs and bars
Others try to find it in flash cars

Several try and find it in women
While others in Drugs, again and again

With these the buzz you may gain
Not lasting long, your efforts in vain

The truth is this is not where it can be found
So stop all this crazy fooling around

And remember your Lord in repentance and humility
For only through this will you find serenity and tranquillity

Give up this worldly and material yearn
Rather strive for Jannah, the beautiful place of final return

‘...Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest.’ Surah Ar-Ra'd Verse 28

Words Of A Mujahideen

2006-02-15T08:10:00.000Z

Words of a Mujahideen

Our purpose in life is only to please Allah
And to revive the Quran and the Sunnah of Rasulullah

For the materialistic world we have no joy or pleasure
For Allah has promised us the keys to the greatest treasure

Our sword is Imaan, which is unbreakable and in our hearts dear
And our shield is dua, which is armoured with hope and fear

We carry the banner of peace throughout the day
And when the night falls in prostration we lay

The tears that fall from our eyes shall never dry
Until Allah is pleased with us or until we die

It will not be long until we are reunited with Allah
And in the company of the beloved Rasulullah

Surely In the hearts of green birds we will meet,
For Allah is pleased for we have done the righteous deed

From Allah we came and to him is our final return

Poem written by Forhad Uddin (Your brother in Islam)

Valentines in Islam

2006-02-07T16:17:00.001Z

Valentines in Islam...
a Note from Satan
by Ahmed

The day has come
When I, Satan, will play you dumb

To approach 'The girl/ boy' is hard
so today break the ice with a card

You will send it to them with zeal
finally they will know how you feel

Oh Muslim dont you see
I watch you with glee

For now I have you trapped
Your heart once inclined towards Allah, I have snatched

I have now started you off on the slippery road
To Jahannam the dreadful abode.

Enjoy your Valentines day!
From Satan

Satan's Poem

2006-02-06T13:33:00.001Z

Satan's Poem to a Muslim

Roses are red
Violets are blue

Hand out Valentines cards
I’ll try get you in Hellfire too

Islam is...

2006-02-02T10:22:00.000Z

I S L A M
Islam is peace, Islam is ease.
Islam is not danger or disease.
Islam is love and prosperity.
Islam is not hatred or adversity.

Islam is salvation through repentance.
Islam has love for all in abundance.
Islam means no harm or affliction.
Islam implores you with affection.

Islam is neither maze nor craze.
Islam is giving Allah all praise.
Islam is acing through the race.
Islam will be on everyone's face.

Islam is worshipping only the Creator.
Islam is not mere numbers on a calculator.
Islam gives you power when you surrender.
Islam is not a terrorist or for a pretender.

Islam is patience and perseverance.
Islam eases your vengeance through tolerance.
Islam is life for all eternity.
Islam gives you respect, moreover dignity.

Islam is winning hearts through honesty.
Islam is giving openly in charity.
Islam makes you wholesome and trustworthy.
Islam is in wealth as well as in poverty.

Islam is your shield against all evil.
Islam is for your soul's retrieval.
Islam is not fundamentalism or fanaticism.
Islam is not nationalism or racism.

What Is The Image The Youth Is Following Today?

2006-01-26T16:25:00.000Z

What is the image, the youth follow today?
Who without a shadow of doubt have truly gone astray,
Gold chains and rings is the new trend they adorn,
Changing cloths like the weather before they are torn.

The fastest of cars they want to drive,
Into the world of the gangster they all want to dive.
Little do they know, what for them is in store,
But any other way of life for them now seems a bore.

With the smoking of a spliff, they seem to begin,
And not before long, they refuse to call it a sin.
Then they are tempted by crack and cocaine,
These are the drugs that drive people insane.

Those who are dealers will see the young blood,
It will convince them, to sell to the boys in the hood.
Soon he will see how quick money will be made,
To harden himself he begins to carry a blade.

Not before long he’s driving a flash car,
Thinking to himself, that his gonna get very far.
Slowly but surely up that ladder he will climb,
Risking it all for the dollar and dime.

Now that he’s big he walks around strapped,
In a web of destruction, he is now trapped,
Life will now take him one of three ways,
If he thinks he’s too big he will get blazed.

Or even end up on the run with nowhere to hide,
And when the law catches up he’ll end up inside.
Or so addicted he becomes on the crack and cocaine,
That these things alone will drive him insane.

So the life of a gangster aint all that it seems,
Let that kind of life just remain in your dreams.
You Wanna Be A Gangster ? Think Again!!!!

Muslims Today...

2006-01-26T13:28:00.000Z

Muslims Today...
by Ahmed

In big mansions and homes we dwell
Our wardrobes we continuously swell

Flashy and Fast cars we love to drive
For the hereafter we have forgotten to strive

All this for fame and show
Yet 6 feet under we all have to go

Two white sheets we will adorn
Until Israfeel will blow the horn

And then again we will be raised
Judgement day we shall be appraised

Each good deed
Every bad deed

Will be put on the scale
This test will we pass or fail?

Destination Heaven or Hell, the eternal abode
Choose now, while you can, your preferred road!

Paradise

2006-01-21T16:14:00.002Z

Paradise
Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage

Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate

No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine

People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold

A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep

When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity

The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse

Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!

When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil

There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay

Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise

The Prophet's Mosque

2006-01-21T16:10:00.000Z

The Prophet's Mosque
With lightness of foot the gentle camel came
fearing to jolt the Prophet holding its rein.

With grace it had moved over the hot dessert sand
obeying the touch of its kind master's hand.

A cloud had shadowed them all along the way
and shielded them from the fierce sun's rays.

As they reached Medina children raced to his side
and the Prophet dismounted, patting his ride.

"Where shall we build the Mosque," in haste they enquired
as the Prophet released his camel that was happy yet tired.

"Be patient," he said "In a moment you will see
where the camel takes its rest that's the place it will be."

As the camel sat down in a very blessed place
happiness spread over everyone's face

they knew where they must build at last
and brought wood and palms very fast.

A fine, yet humble Mosque stood upon the site
and the Prophet worshiped there day and night.

He thanked Allah for the safety of his ride,
for the camel that had carried him and those by his side

And We Call Ourselves Believers...

2005-12-22T23:11:00.000Z

And We Call Ourselves Believers...
By Masood

In the time of the Prophet, even the hypocrites prayed in the masjid every day.
And we call ourselves believers, but in a masjid many of us hardly ever pray.

They would fast in Ramadan and they would give some money in zakat too.
And we call ourselves believers; would our bellies and pockets say we're true?

They acted and they prayed as if they were the true lovers of this deen.
And we call ourselves believers, but is salah even in our daily routine?

They gave money in sadaqa, even though it caused their hearts much pain.
And we call ourselves believers, yet in sadaqa, many of us totally refrain.

They acted as if they loved the Quran, they memorized it and all.
And we call ourselves believers, but many of us only hang it on our wall.

They even went to the masjid when they heard Bilal's mighty call.
And we call ourselves believers; yet many miss salah for stuff like the mall.

They pretended that they loved you, they would even hug and kiss you.
And we call ourselves believers; yet anger runs between some of us like a flu.

They followed some sunnah, however they did it just for show.
And we call ourselves believers, yet the sunnah many of us just forgo.

They said La ilaha illalah, but will go to the Nar because they weren't sincere.
And we call ourselves believers, yet to the deen, many of us don't adhere.

In there hearts was a nasty disease, yet they acted as if they really cared.
And we call ourselves believers, and yet, its our actions that seem impaired.

Comparing ourselves to those hypocrites is an interesting perspective.
And we call ourselves believers, yet even compared to them many of us seem defective.

They were the enemies of Allah, yet to Him they acted as if they were dear,
And we call ourselves believers; well then, lets put this faith of ours in gear!

Our Beloved Nabi (pbuh)

2005-12-21T21:41:00.000Z

Our Beloved Nabi (pbuh)
by Hafiz Imtiaz Kathrada

Years, Decades, Centuries...time had passed
Young, All, Old...were lost in the past
Vice, Evil, Sin...had spread so fast
A Messenger, Prophet, Saviour...was born at last

Sent as a guidance to mankind
The world's complication did he unwind
Our salvation, his day and night concern
The hereafter being the point of no return

Days, Weeks, Months...years have gone
Piety, Goodness, Devotion...changes have dawn
Peace, Love, Unity...mercy has drawn
Help, Guidance, Direction...a Saviour was born

His heart bore constant remembrance
His actions leading to eternal deliverance
His speech knocked at every heart
His finger split the moon apart

Poverty, Difficulty, Hunger...Patiently did he bear
Just, Righteous, Fair...piety did he wear
Concerned, Worried, Crying...always did he care
Striving, Efforts, Sacrifice...darkness did he tear

Peace, Harmony, Security...marked his presence
Disorder, Chaos, Danger...marks his absence.

An Nasihah, April 2003

Hajj Requests

2005-12-20T16:36:00.000Z

Hajj Requests
by Ahmed

Friends and the family ask for the same
'In your duas please mention my name

and in the Prophets Masjid convey my salams
pray Allah one day takes me to those blessed lands'

I nod my head and signify acceptance
and ask them to pray I make the distance

To travel safely and with immunity
and that I am able to utilise this opportunity

that Allah has granted me
In fulfilling my islamic Hajj duty!

Inshallah, I will make dua for everyone and I bid you all EID MUBARAK in advance.

To The People Of The World

2005-12-18T14:36:00.000Z

TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD
This is the story that must be told
of an Iraqi baby, not very old.
Lying in her crib one star lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?
She lay there quietly touching her nose,
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,
Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
Talking to someone, who could it be?
An angel is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.
The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.
The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...
No one knows how long she lie there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?
Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?
Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.
Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!
I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!
Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother? It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!
How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream.

Hajj

2005-12-14T23:10:00.001Z

HAJJ

This sacred journey we undertake,
Is purely done for Allah’s sake,
But when to Makkah Muslims go,
They must have the means you know,
And the Hajj will have more benefit,
For Pilgrims who are physically fit.

They’ll see the Ka’bah or Baitullah,
Which is the Qiblah in our Salah,
They will wear lhram you see,
Make Tawaf and perform Sa'e,
Which are rituals they must make,
While the Hajj they undertake.

And at Arafat they will meet,
Despite the blazing sun and heat,
And the Hajj will reach its peak,
While Allah’s Mercy pilgrims seek,
No matter what their colour or race,
To seek His pleasure and His Grace.

So much there is to learn and see,
When Muslims display such unity,
They who come from near and far,
And it doesn’t matter who they are,
As long as Allah is their goal,
And they purify their soul.

Remember too, right from the start,
Virtues of each Rukn form part,
Of the Hajj in all its essence,
Not to mention all the lessons,
And the blessings without measure,
That we get by the Almighty's pleasure.

The Sahabah

2005-12-08T16:47:00.000Z

The Sahabah (companions of the Prophet pbuh)
by Ahmed

Many hardships the companions did endure
Yet on Tauheed they kept their hearts pure

Their gaze fixed on the reward of the hereafter
Unlike us, passing our time in joy and laughter

The services they gave to our deen
The likes of which we have never seen

The pleasure of Allah and His Rasul their aim
They gave up lives of luxuries and fame

We have acknowledged their good status
Then why does this not give us impetus

To strive and work to be like they were
Instead to be like pop stars and celebrities we prefer?

O Muslim! Leave the kuffar ways before you are seized
Instead adopt the way of the Sahabah’s with whom Allah is pleased!

When a person fears Allah...

2005-12-06T16:32:00.000Z

When a person fears Allah...
Author unknown

When a person fears Allah you can tell
How many times a day do you ponder over Hell?
And whether you enter it and stay
Or whether you’ll be released after you pay

You can see it in his face and in his eyes
In what he will cling to and what he will despise
In what is the center of his attraction
In how he defines the word satisfaction

In how he stops to think before an action
In how he hates spiritual distraction
In how restless is his relaxation
In how remembrance of Allah is his favorite vacation

In how cautious is his enjoyment
In how particular he is about his employment
In the direction in which he casts his glances
In how when it comes to his soul he doesn’t take chances

In the secretive way he shares his money
In faith he finds a taste much sweeter than honey
In his poverty to Allah he has found Richness in His Pleasure
In his emptying his heart in repentance he has found forgiveness beyond measure

In his isolation with his Lord he feels overwhelmed with the company of blessings
In his hatred of ignorance and fearing a return to a life of transgressing
In how taqwa is his leader, not his desires
In how clear and lofty are the goals for which he aspires

In how he tames his stomach and incarcerates his tongue
In how readily he submits to the truth when it’s brung
In how he smiles at the believers and frowns at his sins
In how smooth and loving he is with his wife knowing that gentleness always wins

In how he ponders over the creation of his Lord increasing in insight and joy!
Fortifying his faith with tawheed knowing what shirk can destroy
By Allah I love this person and love to watch and count his ways
By Allah I miss this person who seems so rare these days!

The Prophet Muhammed (SAW)

2005-12-03T16:39:00.000Z

Prophet Muhammad (SAW)

When truth was lost and hearts frozen
from You, Allah came a Prophet, chosen.
Blessed Prophet Muhammad, obedient to You
taught us the things we ought to do.

He taught us for certain that You are One
and that You have neither a daughter nor son.
He taught us to be good to our mother and father
and that Paradise lies under the feet of our mother.

I love you my Prophet and sing your praise
and follow your Sunna, Prophetic Ways.
One day I will come to visit your tomb
Insh'Allah, that day will be very soon.

The Wedding!

2005-11-29T23:33:00.001Z

THE WEDDING!
By Justice Mufti Taqi Usmani

They first met at a den of sin and vice
the meeting criteria being; was the other looking nice
Never was their criteria Deen
In fact Deen in them, couldn't be seen.

After many a lewd and very crude an interlude
the details of which, often, were very rude
they decided to tie the knot
rather than wallow and rot

Then came the engagement function
quite contrary to the Shari injunction
With free intermingling of the sexes
it, one with an iota of Imaan vexes

Suddenly the telephone, an important tool
became the plaything of these Shaytaani fools
Long before the prolonged nikah date
they behaved as if they were intimate mates

Finally came the big wedding 'do'
with them trying to be like the Jones's too!
The bride sat like a waxen puppet on the stage
much to her Lord's rage

With all and sundry viewing and even kissing the bride
isn't Jahanum for them a complimentary ride?
Do they entertain a hope of this marriage to last
when they do not hold onto Deen fast?

Article taken from Darul-Ihsan Research & Eduation Centre