Showing posts with label Women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Women. Show all posts

Friday, May 02, 2014

My Husband

When the Storm came

He was my umbrella

He protected me from misery and pain

He moved every obstacle in my path

He always told me “it will be ok insha Allaah”

When I looked, he was always there

for me

he hardly left me

He spend his time with me

He seized my fears

He strengthened my will

He removed my doubts

He raised my security

His shoulder was mine



I could depend on him

He showed up out of nowhere...

And warmed my freezing heart

Freed my trapped mind

Never broke his promise to me

truthful

He made my life bright, effortless

He made me sleep with ease, whilst the world was collapsing on me

He would have protected me from bullets

He promised he will be there

until His Owner took him back

My umbrella from the storm

Ow Allah forgive him

have mercy on him

pardon him

accept his deeds

O Allah

Expand his grave

reward him for his goodness

He lit up my heart

Allaah give him a better home than the one he lit and left

Author Unknown

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Beauty Tips

For attractive lips
Speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes,
Seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure,
Share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair,
Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise,
Walk with the knowledge that you will never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand,
you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands,
one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows.
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows!

Thursday, October 03, 2013

The Veil

Ignored, left and abandoned by association
Seen as a germ, convicted of the sin of abandoning assimilation

The veil of hers, not combined with tight jeans or cute ditsy little shirts,
With an attitude that says no to flirtation--not wanting attention, even if it hurts

A person of that type and especially a female
Is not well liked, for many believe that she should be on sale

For all to see,
bought cheap as eyecandy

They say its freedom to dress as if there's a shortage on cotton,
And its apparently fine for everyone to look at her bottom

But when a girl wants to cover up and respect herself and her deen, they call her oppressed--
Sling at her names, give odd looks and try to make her depressed

Nonetheless, she's patient, persevering, and not succumbing to their jargon,
For the duniya is a prison to the believer and to the kafir, a garden...

Saturday, September 28, 2013

The only girl who wore a hijab to college

The only girl who wore a hijab to college:
Unhappy is what they call me
Being oppressed in their eyes is why they avoid me,
Thinking of everyone around me
Hell is what I call this place
Wishing I could leave this space,
Everyone surrounding me, staring at me as if I am a danger,
People walking pass, salutes me with a long gaze
Then they spit to their side and walk away,
Praying day and night
O’Lord help me!
O’Lord educated these foolish and nasty people
O’Lord if your will saves me!
O’Lord I am lost! Lost in this place of spiteful people
Then this all ends in tears....

Author unknown

Friday, September 20, 2013

Muslim Women

This goes out to every single one of my queens
For all the sisters taking shahadah and my hijabis

Mothers raising sons and daughters, y'all get much love from m
From the heart of Mecca to the street of new York city

Global ambassadors of Islam
Y'all are the reason we're a world wide phenomenon

the reason a billion people read the Quran
I can't express your worth in just one song

Word in my bond, hijabis all over the world
Easy, breezey, beautiful covered girls

Deserving of all the worlds diamonds and pearls
Better yet, Jannah is what y'all really deserve

Inshallah, all praise is due to Allah
Cause We're all His slaves in this dunya

Only He can see into the future
He commanded the pen to write everything from beginning to end

Walk out covering your head He knows your intent
He hears when you repent, Deen of Allah is what you all represent

The epitome of modesty, cleanliness and honesty
These days are rare commodities

And Islam is the only deen that teaches real equality
So dont let life get you down, you were meant to astound

keep your head above water, and both feet above ground
Enjoy the day, and the times that you pray

Worship Allah and find yourself in a better place
Inshallah, because your all beautiful

Guard your beauty, and give it to a man that's suitable
In the end, we're all created human

But your all a step above the rest, there is no disputing

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

My Hijab – My Identity

There are some places
Be it
A Strange city
Or
A land over the sea
So far from home
I may be
But
Salaams flow from the lips of strangers
What a welcome familiar sound
Respect abound
I am known…
I belong…
And
Then there are places
Where people stare at me
In awe
In fear
Sometimes distrust
Or
Plain hostility
That I accept
And sometimes expect
But still undeniably
I am known…
I belong…
For better or worse
My hijab is my Identity

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Defeat Your Ignorance

Wearing hijab is wajib it's true,*
but I have a question for you,
do you think that's all you must do?
Do you think your faith should be limited,

to cloth that protects your innocence?
Do you think you are not bound to the responsibility
of inner knowledge and humility?

Do you think that your job is done,
when you do the 5 pillars and vow to only one?
No sister, theres so much more that must be done,

finding your faults is what truly makes you brave,
RasulAllah said "seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave"

fill your mind with amazing names, Adam, Ibrahim, Nuh and Issa;
Khadija, Ali, Ammar, Jaafar, Fatima...
the list is endless and so is their eman,
theres a reason why Islam came to an illiterate man.

Theres a reason why Gabriels first word in the cave was "Ikra'a"
God gave you this brain with all its complexities
don't limit it to magazines, tv, and perplexity.

You are the best of his creations so thank his eminence
theres no greater thank you than to defeat your ignorance.

Manal Mourad

* (This is the writers view on hijab so don't make this thread in-to a hijab discussion pls, I do not know the writer)

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

The Modern Woman

I am a woman of the 21st century, a woman of today, of now and here
Far, far removed from my great-great-great grandmother of yesteryear
Not only in terms of the time span, but in the social, political, technological conditions
Emancipated, liberated, unhampered and free; I am a totally new edition!!
Would not she begrudge me my elevated position!
Wrested from men with tooth and nail
The battle of the sexes is indeed beyond the pale

Intellectually, physically and politically on longer am I to men, inferior
Injustice, oppression with such virtues did they maintain a position superior
No longer am I tied to the kitchen sink
No, verily I am now certainly in the pink!
Not worried about having babies; it was such a big strain
On my attractive figure, on my wit, my intellect and my brain
Oh! I've climbed on to the paid workers train
I can claim a respectable title to my name
I can climb the highest mountain, dive into the deepest seas
Pursue every dream, every aspiration with equal facility and ease
In every field, every endeavour have I achieved fame

I am a doctor, a scientist, an inventor, an engineer
The equality of my brain power, men do fear
A philosopher, a lawyer, a judge am I
No men can deny the quality of my decisions, even hard if they try
No longer am I exempt from any profession or position
To my undoubted ability, my suitability I brook no opposition!
A soldier, a sailor, a politician, even the highest of the high
Aspirations to rule, to be president within my reach lie
Enabling me like men, to be brutal and crooked
To have no concerns over the people who are thus crushed and booted
Brawn power is no longer men's exclusive domain
A wrestler, a boxer, a trucker I can be
No longer playing second fiddle to men, as you can clearly see

Is there a limit to my monumental rise?
No, certainly not - why have I worked this wise?
Anything men can do, I can do better
Not equality, but superiority is what I seek
My just deserts, the fruits of my success I shall reach

And all have I gained without any expense?
Alas, no that has not been the case in any sense
Increasingly, I wonder and wonder
If into man's hands have I not played in this war of the gender
As I see myself in the bare minimum, artistically draped
Over an automobile, a boat, or any such saleable commodity
Constrained into a figure, a size, a style that men have shaped
Never questioning this new form of abuse - what an oddity!
Advertising chewing gum in my cleavage
Using my body for such small paltry gains
Fallen and cheapened myself all by a ploy
Of the men who use subtle and sophisticated new techniques to oppress and suppress
Intellectually reduced to a meaningless toy
Only on my physical attributes do they place undue stress
I sometimes think, have I been such a fool
With my own free will, allowed men to use me as a tool
For my own degradation, my own depravity - Oh! would that I could cry!!
So bereft of any honour and shame am I;

Victimised at work and at play; verily on every ground
The rape and harassment statistics truly do astound
My mental health has fallen by the wayside
With stimulants, drugs and worse, my agitation do I hide
My quest to retain my youthful body; an illusion, an illustration
Of a commodity for men's gratification
Severe dieting, the health club are my religion
The plastic surgeon's knife is but a small pain
To evade the wrinkles, the grey hair and sagging breasts to train
The stress is killing me; Oh! that I could just enjoy
Self-esteem and respect for myself as a person, not as a toy
Oh! that the joys of motherhood were valued at the right price
So I could turn my back on this "progress" without thinking twice
And revert to my honoured role in the confines of my own warm sweet home

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

The Woman

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...

Monday, March 18, 2013

Modest Muslimah

The non-Muslims look and stare
At the Muslimah completely covered
Going about her business
Not with looks of admiration
But one of revulsion

They are connoisseurs
When it comes to women
Always looking and commenting
Rating and discarding
That’s probably why they’re still searching for the ideal one

Women covered and protected
Always agitate and offend
Even in winter
They feel cheated
From being unable to look and explore

Most women don’t care
About the lewd stares
Water off a ducks back
Panic when they are ignored
And see attention as a compliment
And most dress accordingly

Brainwashed from birth
Pop stars and other celebrities
Teach them how to dress
To impress and get lots of stares
And wolf whistles
As they walk down the street

Porn culture has now entered the mainstream
Just look at any high street on Friday night
So anyone covered is out of the ordinary
“How can any parent allow their daughters to go out dressed like this?”
Say many non-Muslims
No wonder Muslim women are seen as extra ordinary

Some Muslim women are also victims
Hijab with tight clothing
Plucked eyebrows and make up
The head is covered mostly
But shame about everything else

They also get stares and comments
Nothing complimentary
Ho-jabi and other such words
To describe their dress and behaviour

Guys thinking
Someone to practice on
Until we marry someone decent
Who’s properly covered and pious
This is the sad indictment
Of following Islam mixed with western porn culture
And being viewed and treated like a ……..

Monday, January 07, 2013

A Womans Duah

A woman's du'a for her future husband ♥


O Allah! Please grant me the one
Who will be the garment for my soul
Who will satisfy half of my deen
And in doing so make me whole

Make him righteous and on your path
In all he'll do and say
And sprinkle water on me at Fajr
Reminding me to pray

May he earn from halaal sources
And spend within his means
May he seek Allah's guidance always
To fulfill all his dreams

May he always refer to Qur'an
and the Sunnah as his moral guide
May he thank and appreciate Allah
For the woman at his side

May he be conscious of his anger
And often fast and pray
Be charitable and sensitive
In every possible way

May he honour and protect me
And guide me in this life
And please Allah! Make me worthy
to be his loving wife

And finally, O Allah!
Make him abundant in love and laughter
In taqwa and sincerity
In striving for the hereafter!

May Allah grant all the Muslim sisters with such husbands... Ameen.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Honour Your Wife

Honour your wife,
Don't raise your voice
Rememeber, she wasn't forced to marry you,
it was her choice

Honour your wife,
never raise your hand
For when she is attacked,
Allah will defend

Honour your wife,
show love and care
she thinks of you
when she decides what to wear

Honour your wife,
never speak lies
Remember, you are the only one
that matters in her eyes

Honour your wife,
never insult her style
To impress YOU,
she went that extra mile

Honour your wife,
love your wife
From 3 billion males,
she accepted YOU in her life

Honour your wife,
never hit and never cheat
Remember, one day
her Creator you will meet.

Friday, November 02, 2012

HIjab for Allah

I wear my hijab/niqab for ALLAH,

Not for my father
Not for my brother
Not for any other
Than ALLAH

I cover myself for ALLAH,
No one makes me
No one forsakes me
No one rejects me
No one subjects me
But ALLAH

My modesty is for ALLAH,
Commanded in Qu'ran
For Him and no one else
Seeking His reward
Moving closer toward ALLAH

Author Unknown
Hijab

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Sisters in Islam

No longer shackled by the oppression
of miniskirts and see-thru shirts,
my sisters stand proud.

Covered by cloth and more so by conviction
submission to Allah, they stand apart from the crowd.

The taunts, the jeers, the stares, the leers
Never fazing or dissuading them from following the deen.

Real women they be, the epitome of femininity
strong, secure, complete human beings.

Not slaves to the world of fashion
which is always askin'
for women to dress in as less as they can.

Their hijab is for the sake of Allah
in imaan and taqwa
they refuse to be objectified by man.
Such are my sisters in Islam.

Author unknown

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Hijaab

I turn the corner find people looking and staring
Simply because my hair isn’t baring
I wonder why…
I then realise…

Some think I am controlled
Whilst others believe I am uneducated
I wonder why…
I then realise…

These people with these thoughts feel I have no voice
They think being hooded means I have no choice
I wonder why…
I then realise…

People whisper that I am oppressed and rejected
For they do not know I am covered and well respected!
I am not judged by how I look
But the way I speak and my conduct

So while passers by may see me as a reject
I know inside I am perfect
Raheel K, 15. Bradford

Sunday, March 23, 2008

I love your Veil

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

Thursday, August 09, 2007

My Sister?

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

Monday, April 30, 2007

Ladies first

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"

Monday, November 27, 2006

Hijaab

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

Saturday, July 01, 2006

The Woman

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