Monday, December 31, 2012

Allah's Love

A Poem by Jalylah A. Mala
(Sat. 04 September 2004)

Why did you keep your burden inside you when you have Allah to tell it to?
Why did you fear everyone might hate you when you have Him
who understands you?
Why did you fill your heart with pain and anguish when you have Him
to fill it with eternal bliss?
Why did you choose to settle in turbulence when there’s His pure love
that speaks of peace?

Allah never left you alone,
He was with you all along,
He was tapping your shoulder when you almost wanted to stop,
He was putting a smile on your face when you almost wanted to give up.

Allah has seen the real person in you yearning,
He was wiping your tears off when you were down crying,
He has all the answers to all your questions but you just didn’t care,
You didn’t let Him be your guide because you weren’t sure if for you,
He was there.

Open your heart,
Let Allah wash away the hurt,
Embrace the greatest love He, alone could give you,
He will never doubt you, just be true.

Allah loves what He made,
“Nobody loves me,” that’s what you said,
He wants to see you smile so never lose hope,
So now hang on to His Paradise of heaven’s rope.

Pray to Allah for He listens to all prayers,
Believe in Him alone and not the deceiving others,
Do what He says for He is your mentor,
Love Him truly and not the impostor.

So listen now and lo!
Look up and take it slow,
Walk on to the life Allah chose you to live,
Live your life with Him and you will never grieve.

When you are in a discourse with no more to tell, let Allah’s love
be your word,
When you are in a battle unarmed, let His love be your sword,
When you feel cold, let His love warm you,
When you stumble and fall, let His love catch you.

When you can no longer think, let Allah’s love quicken your memory,
When you have no more food to eat, let His love fill your tummy,
When you can no longer breathe, let His love be your air,
When you have no more to drink, let His love be your water.

When you are lost in the rain, let Allah’s love be your shade,
When you can no longer hear, let His love be your aide,
When you are lost in the dark, let His love be your light,
When you can no longer see, let His love be your sight.

When you are bruised in a fight, let Allah’s love stop your bleedings,
When you can no longer fly, let His love be your wings,
When you are wronged in an argument, let His love unleash what’s true,
When you can no longer walk, let His love carry you.

When no one understands you, let Allah’s love be searched,
When no one listens to you, let His love be heard,
When no one believes in you, let His love be seen,
When no one trusts you, let His love be serene.

When you believe nobody loves you, let Allah’s love be your confidence,
When you doubt nobody protects you, let His love be your defense,
When you feel nobody cares for you, let His love heed,
When you think nobody minds you, let His love breed.

When someone fools you, let Allah’s love make you wiser,
When someone belittles you, let His love make you greater,
When someone scorns you, let His love admire you,
When someone abandons you, let His love show you what to do.

When you are weak, let Allah’s love be your strength,
When you can no longer smile, let His love be sent,
When you are lost, let His love be your way,
When you can no longer speak, let His love tell you what to say.

When you are afraid, let Allah’s love be your protection,
When you are confused, let His love be your liberation,
When you are ill, let His love be your remedy,
When you are hurting, let His love be your therapy.

When you feel like giving up, let Allah’s love push you,
When you feel tired and fed up, let His love’s purpose pursue,
When you reach the pinnacle of your journey,
The angels of the heavens will welcome you finally.

So go on,
Walk to Allah’s throne,
Dry your eyes now and believe,
You have a beautiful life to live.

Stand up and don’t be afraid,
Walk on to where the truth is laid,
Feel the presence of Allah’s love in every air that you breathe,
Feel the might of His power in every drop of hope you grip.

Walk on to the road leading to His heavens’ grandeur,
Put your best foot forward and think not of the obscure,
Don’t go a day without his love, you will never falter,
Don’t let the devil deceive your heart, Allah shall conquer it forever.

So, smile now oh dear,
Now it’s all clear,
The Almighty Allah is forgiving,
Just let go of your hurting.

Hold on and believe in Allah’s love,
That’s the best you can have,
Please never weep again,
And in your heart, let His love remain.

Friday, December 28, 2012

The Childrens Hour

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!

Thursday, December 27, 2012

At Adhan

A Call and Reminder to Come to Prayer.
When you here the Adhan Come now not later.

Join the Belivers and Worship your Cherished Creator.

Always be Foremost and Thankful-
Strive to be the Best Person and Grateful.

Better to be the Most Respectful,
to your Magnificent Great Creator.

Worship your Creator Allah (God)
the Exalted in Might the Most High and Wise.

The Only One Who Created You and Gave You Life,
the One Who will Decree you to Die!

Than bring you to another Experience and Life.

Come to Prayer, Come Now not later.
Come to Sucess, In this life and
Hopefully the Very Best Sucess in the Next.

Come to Prayer and Worship your
One and Only Greatest Creator.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Stop Sinning

He thought he was only twenty and was going to live to seventy.
The west taught him to be free and to acquire a useless degree.
Filled with selfishness and greed, never did he perform a single deed.
When told to change and repent, he said why? I'm happy and content.

If only he knew what contentment was, he may not have made such a loss.
Satisfaction is what he chased, with disbelievers he embraced.
The wrong he saw with his eyes, the tongue he used to utter lies.

But one night he was given a fright, he was told: "take your final breath, for in front of you is death".
Your life indeed you wasted, the punishment shall now be tasted.
Now he lies beneath the ground, unable to make a single sound.
But one thing for sure, it was the only cure.
He finally stopped sinning.

Author unknown

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Hev You Seen Those Peeps

That crazy look in yo eyes
Yo face heat with rage
you and the other guys
If it chances, a war you're get set to wage

Yo girl all dolled up
Like she's yo trophy
& on yo other side, is she
Like, get a gurl, her friends for free?

Yo foreheads tattooed: HATER
Lil Difference between you and Hitler
And yo lil clique like the group O' Nazis
WW3 about to explode, like a repeat of History, Except jews can't dig up Hitler so they & U help slaughter My family:
My brothers, My sisters

Just cause we're Muslims
We believe in Allah
Not givin in to lusts & whims
And we love our messenger

And guess what, you can't hurt him
Peace be upon him
Not a second goes by
When his memory isn't held high
Around the globe
Like a clock, tick tock..
We are muslim
Followers of him, peace be upon him

& my hijab burn yo sight?
Cause its modesty shames yo gurl who's barely clothed, right?
Or maybe cause you can't perv with yo nasty mind..?

& the brother with the beard
Now its just killin you
To you its weird?
Look at yo crucifix, jesus has a beard
And mary has a hijab & the nuns have a hijab
To them u show respect
& for us, u HATE, what else should we expect
Racist like hell, though you zip it, oh well.

So get yo facts straight before u hate
Cause you're closer to death today
Than you were yesterday
You will die for sure, its fate
Is it worth the price you'll pay
Sellin yo soul to the devil
Succumbing to evil
It Controls you, cause you allow it to lead you astray
That's why you have

That crazy look in yo eyes
Yo face heat with rage
you and the other guys
Waiting in ambush, a war you're get set to wage

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Let Days Go Forth

Let days go forth and do as they please
And remain firm when settled is the Decree

Don’t be afraid of what happens by night
For the affairs of this world are not to last

And be a man, strong in the face of calamities
And let your nature be that of kindness and honesty

If your faults become too much in front of the people
And you wish that they were to be concealed,

Then know that kindness covers all faults
And how many faults are kept hidden by kindness!

No sadness lasts forever, nor any happiness
And you shall not remain in poverty, or any luxury

Generosity cannot be hoped from the miserly
For no water exists in the Fire for the thirsty

Your provision will not be lessened due to life’s delays
And it cannot be increased due to your haste

If, in your heart, you possess contentment
Then you and those who possess the world are equal

And for him upon whose horizon death descends,
No earth can offer him protection, nor any sky

Indeed, the earth of Allah is certainly vast
But if decree descends, then decree is constricted

Let days be the ones that betray you at all times
For no cure can avail a person of death

Imam Al-Shafi'i (RA)

Thursday, December 20, 2012

The Party Ending

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom.... I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Baby" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good-bye,
"I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?"

This is the end Mom
I wish I could look you in the eye
To say these final words

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Allah Knows

When you feel all alone in this world
And there’s nobody to count your tears
Just remember, no matter where you are
Allah knows
Allah knows

When you carrying a monster load
And you wonder how far you can go
With every step on that road that you take
Allah knows
Allah knows

No matter what, inside or out
There’s one thing of which there’s no doubt
Allah knows
Allah knows
And whatever lies in the heavens and the earth
Every star in this whole universe
Allah knows
Allah knows

When you find that special someone
Feel your whole life has barely begun
You can walk on the moon, shout it to everyone
Allah knows
Allah knows

When you gaze with love in your eyes
Catch a glimpse of paradise
And you see your child take the first breath of life
Allah knows
Allah knows

No matter what, inside or out
There’s one thing of which there’s no doubt
Allah knows
Allah knows
And whatever lies in the heavens and the earth
Every star in this whole universe
Allah knows
Allah knows

When you lose someone close to your heart
See your whole world fall apart
And you try to go on but it seems so hard
Allah knows
Allah knows

You see we all have a path to choose
Through the valleys and hills we go
With the ups and the downs, never fret never frown
Allah knows
Allah knows

No matter what, inside or out
There’s one thing of which there’s no doubt
Allah knows
Allah knows
And whatever lies in the heavens and the earth
Every star in this whole universe
Allah knows
Allah knows

Every grain of sand,
In every desert land, He knows.
Every shade of palm,
Every closed hand, He knows.
Every sparkling tear,
On every eyelash, He knows.
Every thought I have,
And every word I share, He knows.
Allah knows.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Change my dead heart

 Shaykh Zulfiqar Ahmad (db)

Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start
Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start

So change my heart please and wash the filth away
Don’t leave me drowning here alone and astray.
So change my heart please and wash the filth away
Don’t leave me drowning here alone and astray.

I spent my life running away from you
I spent my life running away from you
And now I have no where to turn except to you

I turn to you and begging you to be saved
I turn to you and begging you to be saved
And change me into an obedient slave
I turn to you and begging you to be saved
And change me into an obedient slave

Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start

I have been doing all my life what I craved
I have been doing all my life what I craved
Shaytan and nafs have always held me enslaved

I am ashamed that I have broken your rules
I am ashamed that I have broken your rules
Worshiped my nafs and feel an ignorant fool

But now I know the path leading me to deen
I bow to you and asking you to help me
But now I know the path leading me to deen
I bow to you and asking you to help me

Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start

I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be grateful to you – change this dead heart
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be grateful to you – change this dead heart

My heart is dark and so my eyes remain dry
Hypocrisy and hubris won’t let me cry

I’m at your door and begging you let me in
I’m at your door and begging you let me in
Don’t push me back to my hopeless life of sin
I’m at your door and begging you let me in
Don’t push me back to my hopeless life of sin

So change my heart and forgive my sins this day
Don’t leave me drowning here alone and astray

Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start

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.

Sunday, December 16, 2012


They said it was constant, it simply never breaks.
To others that said, a major one is all it takes.

Such is the speech, of deviants from long ago.
But it certainly oscillates, that we do know.

And with it a hand, the pendulum of a clock.
Come the day that it stops.. an uninvited knock.

The trouble is where, will one be when it ends.
On the life that one lived, the answer depends.

It's not just their actions, it's the way that they thought.
For glowing mountains of deeds, they can still be for naught.

But that's another subject, let's talk about this swing.
For it really is, a most troubling thing.

So why is it that, one day we pray five.
We are so happy, it feels great to be alive.

Then come the next day, our limbs weigh a ton.
"It's asr you say? I thought thuhr just begun!"

It could be for, a variety of reasons.
Certainly we all have our inner demons.

But what if it was, that a good deed with pride.
Is more of a danger, than the sins that we hide.

So we didn't show the others, that's not what this is about.
It's on an inner level, that we claimed we were devout.

We sometimes forget, we all have a past.
We do a good deed, we forget this so fast.

Remember yourself, and what your Lord has still granted.
If you ever did good, it was something He planted.

So thank him humbly, and hope for the best.
Yes even our good deeds can be upon us a test.

It's a troubling matter, something to think about.
A possible explanation, for those sudden spells of drought.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Slave of Allah

O Slave of Allah!
How strange is your affair!

You are heedless of your Lord
Yet He remembers you much

You fast not for His Sake
Yet He provides for you your sustenance

You question Him when calamity falls
Yet He keeps you safe from every harm

You walk not to His house
Yet He provides you with a healthy body

You turn your face away
Yet He blesses you with beauty

You withhold your hands
Yet He provides for you wealth

Your face does not turn red when He is abused
Yet He answers you when you need

You complain about what you don’t have
Yet He showers you with blessings

You compete in sin
Yet He withholds His punishment

You laugh like you will live forever
Yet He allows you to wake each day

O Slave of Allah!
Who destroys you but you?

Author Unknown

Dedicated to my Parents

You ask how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain.
You ask how long I'll love you; I'll tell you true:
Until the twelfth of never, I'll still be loving you.

Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.

I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.

Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.

I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.

Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.

-The Twelfth of Never - Johnny Mathis

Friday, December 14, 2012

All Merciful

In the darkness of the night, I stand before you a sinful slave,
The flowing tears upon my face I feel, only Allah you can save,

The footsteps of an ant you hear, my cry is loud, I am sincere,
I wrong you not but my soul, we shall meet soon, I am in fear,

Free from all love but yours, make my heart clean and pure,
Shackles of sin are hard to break, with your help I can endure,

Prostration and in awe, I accept my every sin, how can I deny,
In your limitless mercy and forgiveness, sinners like me rely,

Ar Rahman, Ar Raheem, the joys of my heart I cannot conceal,
I long to meet I do not fear, an ecstasy, I wish you could feel.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Come Back to the Deen

This is a true story, of how a sister came back to her Deen Alhumdulillah!

She was a sweet and innocent girl, her name was Aisha
She loved her parents, Abdul and Alisha.
For them, she was the best thing to have happened
She was always cheerful and never easily saddened
She studied hard to achieve her goals,
Top of the class, she was told.

She enjoyed spending time with her mates,
Until one day they had a debate,
Not knowing that this was about to change was her fate.

She started making new friends
Began following the latest trends,
Mixing with boys is how it begun
She thought this was fun
Her new friends would constantly, be flirting with boys,
In return they were treated as toys.

Aisha started to let shaitan get in her way,
She took off her headscarf and went astray.
She did this on the sly,
What would she have said to her Lord if, suddenly she was to die?

Months later, after the continuous misbehaving,
And ‘time-to-time’ raving.
She fell for Zain, the boy of her dreams
Well so it seemed.
They got closer and closer
And fell in love with each other.

She wasn’t allowed to out that often,
Considered herself to be a boffin
So she started bunking school,
To be with, Zain, what a fool?!
She lied to her mum and dad,
Not knowing how it would make them sad.

Then she started drifting apart from everyone
Zain was her life, her number one.
Her studies went down the drain,
She wasn’t ashamed.

A year went by; her parents found out and began to cry.
What had happened to their sweet little Aisha?
Hours turned into days, days into months and months into years,
The regular rowing turned into tears,
Her parents were angry,
Wanted to send her off to their country

She couldn’t stay away from her lover
So she decided to do a runner,
Consequently her parents found out her plans to runaway with Zain
Never has Aisha seen her mum and dad suffer so much pain
She saw tears in their eyes
She thought no more lies?

Zain kept calling her as he was missing her
It was a choice between him or her mother and father
What was she to do?

She realised being with Zain
Was driving her insane
And the people she loved, so much pain.
She went up to her room,
And asked herself was she doomed?
On her bed was an Islamic book,
She picked it up and had a look

To her surprise it read,
"And whoever does evil or wrongs himself but afterwards seeks Allah's forgiveness, he will find Allah Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."
[surah an-Nisa; 4:110]

From this day on she turned to Allah Subhana Wata’Ala
To leave behind her days of Jahiliyyah
Started to pray, five times a day,
To keep shaitan away,
From leading her astray
Love for Allah grew stronger, Alhumdulillah

Aisha realised it was time to finish with her boyfriend,
And began making amends with her real friends
She started researching on the Hijab,
Wearing the Hijab is no futile action,
It must be obeyed by women of the Muslim nation,
A woman may go through much trial and tribulation
Because she has obeyed Allah Subhana Wata’Ala
But the fulfilment of this action will never go unnoticed, Subhan’Allah

"Never will I allow to be lost the actions of any of you; whether male or female" (Surah Al-Imran 3:195)).

She thought to herself
Nothing good comes simple
With regards of struggle in wearing the Hijab
Allah has ordered us to cover our self
Not to expose our beauty
We should only be recognised by our personality
Therefore she put the Hijab back on.

This time her Iman was stronger
Since she got back her faith and trust in Allah, Subhana Wata’Ala
Abdul and Alisha, her mother and father
Were slowly starting to forgive her,
This was a sign from Allah Subhana Wata’Ala
As she was constantly repenting and following the Sunnah
Love for their daughter,
Was greater than ever.... Alhumdulillah!

Nothing good will come easy in this life, Our Lord has promised not to overburden a soul with more than it can bear. The problem that the we as an Ummah are facing is that we have forgotten that WE ARE TRAVELLERS ON THIS EARTH, AND EVERY TRAVELLER MUST RETURN HOME!!!

ALL PRAISE BE TO ALLAH, Ar-Rahmaan, Ar-Raheem.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Depth of Sins

What do you think of the one who’s ill
the remedies for his illness are in his reach
yet he chooses to let himself deteriorate
doing nothing to recuperate?

His condition is like the one
who sees himself falling short in his deen
is aware of what will return him to his Lord
but he stands by, helplessly watching himself
as he falls deeper into the depths of sins…

Author Unknown

What a Smile Hides

A smile hides the lies
That no one can abide
A smile hides the tears
That wish to drain from the eyes because of fears
A smile hides the hate
And keeps it behind its unbroken gate
A smile hides the pain
That comes without gain
A smile hides the sorrow
Of another gloomy tomorrow
A smile hides what we truly feel
And turns the lies into something real

by anonymous

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Love of Allah

The love of God is very evident.
you can see it every second:
The air that we breathe, the sun that shines,
the earth that we stand upon.
The food and drink, the clothes, the wife, the children, the properties, the car:
they are all the endowments of God upon us,
The greatness(glory) of God is also obvious
through His mountains, oceans, the scenic views.
His power is also evident.
It occurs in front of us: the sudden death of someone,
an automobile accident, the land/hill slope,
the collapse of a building, the flood which ruins everything,
the strong wind that destroys buildings, plants, and woods,
the volcanoes that erupt, which are very terrifying,
and the crash of planes that cause the deaths of a large number of people,
the earthquake that destroys houses,
killing thousands of people, the political leaders are overthrown,
and the millionaire who falls into bankruptcy.
One who used to be honored, is no longer respected,
in contrast he is disgraced.
One who used to be disgraced, is now honored or respected.
One who was well known, is now forgotten.
One who was not well known, is now a public figure.
Our eyes notice all these events but sadly we do not realize it because our heart is blind.
We should already have learned many lessons from them.
But our heart is dead.
The above said incidents do not touch our heart.
But, after our soul is taken by the angel of death,
only then we start to realize it, as if we have just awakened from a false slumber.
At that time, we’re so shocked, to the extent that our eyes are open widely.
We start to realize the reality of this life.
We start to know the reality of the world and the Hereafter.
But it is too late already.
You have exceeded the border.
It is the time to receive the consequence!
by Humbleservant

Prayer Time

A blur of colors standing in a row

Words spoken silently
Misty eyes touch the soul
Of those who understand
Concentration etched on faces
Trying to absorb the words
Time slows inside as the meaning
Flows through the heart
Lifting the spirit out of darkness
Shining light into the soul
As heads bow in humility
To Him who always watches
by Sister Fatima

Monday, December 10, 2012


In The Name of Allah, the Gracious, the Merciful

All Praise be to the one who Created us;
There are some who make His existence a fuss;
Those who disbelieve in Him, they are in Loss;

In this life we have a test;
The question: whose fear of Allah is the best?
To worship him is our quest.

Time and Time again we are faced with situations;
In which we must make tough decisions;

Fools are we, we think we're so smart;
shaytan attacks us with many ideas like darts;
According to him, we plan and chart;
Not knowing that he is poisoning our hearts;
The time comes when we realize the mistake in our Parts;
One last chance!, for some the tauba starts;

Even still, some don't ask of His Forgiveness;
They don't realize that they're in a big mess;
Never do they ask of Allah's Mercy;
They have eyes, but can they really see?;

There are also the righteous however;
Forget to ask Allah?, NEVER!;
They ask Allah in every endeavor;
To help them as part of His Favor;
Then, even if they are affected by Shaytans call;
They are not hurt by the hard fall;
They quickly get back up, standing tall;
Racing to gain forgiveness from The Merciful;
Allah promised to answer the caller's call;

Take a lesson from the fitra of the child;
With the lesson of walking they are trialed;
Yes, they do fall, but they are not beguiled;
They get back up and take a step;
Maybe again they accidentally trip;
But they stand up again and get a grip;
More and more steps take place;
Before you realize it, they are walking with so much grace;

An example for us, as we grow in our age and Deen;
Like the baby, hard challenges we have seen;
As the baby walks with so much grace;
We should also pick up our pace;
We are travelers, there is no question;
To Allah is our ultimate destination!

May the Prayers and blessings of Allah be on His beloved;
and on the companions who prayed and strived;
That the Deen of Allah might be carried on to those who came later;
On high thrones will they be raised in the hereafter;
by Imran Ibn Zarkhan Al Shafi

Saturday, December 08, 2012

My Beloved Beard

by Safeer Ahammed Musaliar

Life has really changed.
Gone are the days.
Where people used to say
'Aww your face is so sweet and smooth'.

Gone are the days.
Where it took ages,
To shape my sideburns
And shave all the facial hair.

Gone are the days.
Of beauty, charm and attraction
As the beard is now,
A symbol of terrorism and backwardness.

People see me now,
As something strange and weird.
My relatives often make fun of me,
By asking . who broke your heart?

My distant friends ask me,
Did you join any terrorist camp?
My close friends at times make fun of me
'Hey man, blades are very cheap nowadays'

Women often ask me,
Why don't you shave that ugly beard
And be like a charming superstar?
You look boring!

I feel sorry for my sisters
As their minds are now totally corrupted
Inside the web of clean-shaved star icons,
As they're the new age 'trend setters'.

But very few know
That I follow a superstar.
His name is Muhammed (peace be upon him),
The forgotten hero.

And I have no regrets
As he has taught me,
'This world is prison for a believer
And paradise for a non-believer. '

So wake up, O muslim youth !
Remember our heroes - The Prophets and the Sahabahs
Remember, this world is a testing place
And don't let your senses to deceive you.

So be proud to imitate,
The Prophetic style
For he has commanded us,
'Grow your beards and trim your moustaches'.

And he who loves his Sunnah,
Has indeed loved him.
And he who loves him,
Will be with him in Paradise !

Friday, November 30, 2012

When I Was Ill

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
Wiz 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 wiz four legs, others wiz 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 ya Allah for all that Ya give
The illness Ya bestow is indeed a gift
Every illness comes wiz His forgiveness
May He grants us mercy and easness


Friday, November 23, 2012

Lessons of Muharram

Since the Hajj, our slates are clear,
Muharram is the first month of the year.

In this month, Bani Israel got freedom from Firawn’s wrath,
Hazrat Hasan and Husain were martyred in Allah’s path.

Firawn was a very tyrant king indeed,
And he exceeded the limits in his deeds;

Allâh taught us a lesson through Firawn,
Those who defy Allâh’s message will drown.

Martyrs have a blissful life in paradise,
They escaped the prison of this life, which is nice.

Allâh teaches us through their shahadat
We all have to wish for this best of ibadat.

We must change our lifestyle and have Allah’s fear,
To truly deserve a happy and pious new year!

If our Imaan is strong,
Allah will help us all along.

Obaid Ahmed
8 years, East Haven, CT

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The Real Orphan

The real orphan is unruly
yet he thinks he acts coolly
He loves to rant and rave;
is it attention he craves?

Who has produced one so errant?
surely it is the hopeless parent!
The father too busy in the shop
the mother buying another shapely top!

The parents cares for him not
letting him to lie and rot
If one has to about him complain
the parents says; 'surely my angel isn't to blame!'

To the parents I say; 'if you leave the nanny to bring up your child,'
'do you expect him to behave other than wild?'

Monday, November 12, 2012

An Ode to Facebook

It all started with an invite.
A crime in broad daylight,
For it was sent to friends infinite.
Yet, meant to excite.

To see my friend’s photos,
My secrets I did disclose.
After creating an account,
Facebook, I did mount.

They bribed me with a Profile
Like a Kingfisher seat in the aisle.

Soon enough, I got poked,
And my emotions got evoked.
I proposed, but she got provoked,
For no fault of mine, I got smoked!

Few strangers sent friend requests,
I ignored the chests & accepted breasts,

Damn! This Facebook suggests,
Strangers I wouldn’t invite as guests.

I got a dashboard too,
And the voyeurist in me grew.
Now I could see girlfriends, wives,
Drives, contrives, thrives and archives.

Now I could see links, pages, ages,
And onstage, offstage rampages.

Status updates, Comments & Likes,
All controlled my mood spikes.

With Newsfeeds served to me hot,
I had hit a jackpot.

Facebook as an idea, I had bought,
Rest of my life, I forgot.

- Jammy

Friday, November 09, 2012


May Our Deeds Attract Allah’s Love,

Noor & Barakah

So That Our Lives May Be Filled With

Peace, Happiness & Freedom

From Any Calamity.

Jumuah Mubarak

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

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

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

Author Unknown

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

No Matter How Down We Feel

No matter how down we feel
And how much the sadness is real
We are willing to go the way
Even if the goal seems far away

Our aim is clear
And there is nothing to fear
Allah (swt) will help us surely
If we obeyed Him truly

There is nothing so hard
We just have to cross the yard
So let us do what we should
Or try to do what we could
Why not? What else shall we do?
Come on let us drive through and through

Are you happy with what we are?
I'm asking Muslims near and far
Don't you think it is enough?
Talking about silly stuff
Isn't it time to wake
And give more than we take?

I'd leave the answers for you
And wait to see what we'll do...

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Eid ul Adha

Eidul Adha is special because of the meat
The Qurbani mutton that I love to eat
Some people think it’s very wrong
But I’ll sort them out with this song

Everyday sheep are slaughtered everywhere
But when a Muslim does it, people stare
Yet the same dude eats mutton all the time
So he really has no reason to whine

Sheep are soft and gentle, it’s true I know
But you are what you eat, isn’t that so?
So I’ll eat the sheep and he can eat swine
Then he’ll be a pig and I’ll be fine

If you still think slaughtering animals is very bad
Well then that is just very sad
You probably never tasted mutton or chops
Just cucumbers, herbs and other crops
So you lose out on one of God’s gifts to us
And I’ll enjoy my mutton curry while you fuss

Eid is nice, Eid is fun
But when it’s all said and done
We’ll have lots of Qurbani meat
And that I think is a real treat!

Eid Mubarak!
by Caller2Islam

Friday, October 19, 2012

Haj Poem

For Allah, my heart went there

Where I turn my face in Prayer

It's a duty, this I know
So to Makkah I did go

For Allaah I packed my gear
Then to His House I came near

For my journey I was ready
Allaah made me strong and steady

I walked around the Ka'bah wall
And teardrops from my eyes did fall

Yearning was I for this day
In Allaah's House to pray!

Truly my heart, Allaah brought
I thank Him for His support!

With His Mercy I arrived
Then home I went, purified!


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Month of Hajj

The Month of Hajj is soon to come

To Mecca the people will begin to run

Around the Kaaba they will make Tawaaf
Then, to Arafat they will be off

On Arafat the people will stand
Then the next day Eid Aludha will begin

In the Eid morning together we will pray
Then the rest of the day it is eat, run, and play

Now it is off to Moozdelifah where the pilgrims will stay
Their stop in this place is until the next day

The next place is Mina where the pilgrims will go
At this stop is the Jammrah and pebbles they’ll throw.

The tenth day of Hajj for the pilgrims is busy indeed
But for the rest of the Muslims it is the Eid.

The pilgrims are busy to Mecca they return
They have the hopes that all of these good deeds they will soon earn

One of these acts is sacrificing a sheep
Then they will trim their hair with still the hope of good deeds to reap

Again the pilgrims will make Tawaaf
Then running between Saffa and Marwa they will be off

On the 11th day of Hajj back to Mina they will go
For the next three days at the Jammrah they will throw.

The Hajj for the pilgrims is coming to an end
They are hoping that Allah accepted it all from where they began

There is one more thing that the pilgrims must make
It is seven more times around the Kaaba for Allah’s sake

Back to their lives the pilgrims return
Hoping Allah accepted all that they earned

Author Unknown

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

Breaking Fast After 6 days of Shawwal

The rosy fingers of Mahgrib

Are offering us morsels of love

As a husband feeding his bride

The first morning of their marriage

How long she was waiting

To taste his fingers on her lips!

And now that the waiting is over,

Tell me what tastes better –

The fingers or the food?

And which is more exquisite –

The fingers or the lips?

Everything is a gift from Allah

Who Was, and Shall Be, and Is

Close your eyes and food is exquisite

After a few weeks of fasting

Open your eyes and look outside

The rosy fingers of Mahgrib

Are offering us morsels of love

-Aisha Abdelhamid

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Lailatul Qadr

By Halimat Shode

A blessed night in which angels descend,
A special month for good deeds to ascend,
The night is still,
You feel a chill,
The month of mercy is close to an end

A prayer mat set
Peace in your heart,
As you reflect on the deeds
You’ve gained from the start,

Prepare to benefit,
From the bounties of your Lord,
An odd day it falls upon
Hasten for the reward!

Monday, August 13, 2012


There's a hidden sweetness
in the stomach's emptiness.

We are all lutes, no more, no less.
If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music.

If the brain and the belly are burning clean
with fasting, every moment a new song comes

out of the fire. The fog clears, and a new energy
makes you run up the steps in front of you.

Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry.
Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen.

When you're full of food and drink,
Satan sits where your spirit should,

an ugly metal statue in place of the Kaaba.
When you fast, good habits gather like friends

who want to help. Fasting is Soloman's ring.
Don't give it to some illusion and lose your power.

But even if you've lost all will and control,
they come back when you fast, like soldiers

appearing out of the ground,
pennants flying above them.


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Tarawih Poem

The azan is beautifully calling the holy souls to come...

resignedly give those heart, those souls, those breath only to The Mighty...

deeply drawn within the Ayahs that amazingly recited...

tears of consciousness fall down...

captures the sins....

a beauty of One's love revived...erases the fear, fills the emptyness...

Inside The Tarawih, I see You

by Yunanti Ratnawati

Sunday, July 08, 2012

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond


Monday, June 25, 2012

Time To Pray

I got up early one morning
And rushed right into the day
I had so much to accomplish
That I didn't have time to pray

Problems just tumbled around me
And heavier became each task
'Why doesn't God help me?' I wondered
He answered, 'You didn't ask.'

I wanted to see joy and beauty
But the day toiled on grey and bleak
I wondered why God didn't show me
He said 'But you didn't seek'

I tried to come into God's presence
I used my key at the lock
God gently and lovingly chided
My servant you didn't knock?

I woke up early this morning
And paused before entering the day
I had so much to accomplish
That I had to take the time to pray!

Sunday, June 03, 2012


My name is gossip.
I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing.
I break hearts and ruin lives.

I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age.
The more I am quoted the more I am believed.
I flourish at every level of society.
My victims are helpless.

They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no face.
To track me down is impossible for you.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
I am nobody’s friend.

Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion.
I spawn suspicion and generate grief.

I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses. I am called Gossip.
Office gossip. Shop gossip. Party gossip. Telephone gossip.
I make headlines and headaches.

Before you repeat a story ask yourself, is it true?
Is it fair? Is it necessary? If not— KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!
If you spend as much time praying as you do talking about others
behind their backs,
you would be further ahead Spiritually.

Author of Gossip poem unknown

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

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Allah The Creator

How this big earth came to be,
And everything that we see,
Even things in outer space,
Came about by Allah's grace.

How people lived so long ago,
Lessons that we have to know,
And who does Allah love the best,
And why He puts us all to test.

How He makes the raindrops fall,
And what about the tree so tall,
What about the plants that grow,
And reasons for the wind to blow.

How about the oceans wide,
And different animals that we ride,
Not to mention mountains high,
And the magnificence of the sky.

Find out what we must not do,
Things that are bad for me and you,
Also things that are right,
And how we can all gain insight.

And the nature and the glory,
Unfolds like a beautiful story,
Of Almighty as He talks to you,
Conveying a message pure and true,

Read it up in the Qur`aan,
It will strengthen your Imaan.

By Sister Aisha Teladia (Aged 10) of Birmingham

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Final Hour

When shall the time begin
When there's nothing left but sin
When the universe comes to a swoon
And the Beast speaks to man, come noon

When shall the time begin
When one ransoms kith and kin
When Allah's Messenger will descend
And when mountains crumble down as sand

When shall the time begin
When man seems drunk, as if boozed with gin
When Beings crawl out to run
And when from west rises the sun

When shall the time begin
When smoke blends with wind
When the fetus from the womb leaps out
And when the angel does siren aloud

Alas, the time has not begun
Now..... what pious deeds got done.

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

A poem by Imam Shafi'i

The poem in Arabic:

ولما قسـا قلبي وضـاقت مذاهبي
جعلت الرجـاء مني لعفوك سلمــا
تعاظمني ذنبـي فلمـا قرنتــه
بعفوك ربي كان عـفوك أعظمــا
فما زلتَ ذا عفو عن الذنب لم تزل
تـجـود وتعـفو منة وتكرمـــا
فلولاك لـم يصمـد لإبلـيس عابد
فكيف وقد أغوى صفيك أدما
فيا ليت شعــري هل أصير لجنة
أهنـــا؟ وأمـا للسعير فأندما
فإن تنتـقـم مني فلست بآسي
ولو أدخلت روحي بجــرم جهنمـا
فإن تعف عني تعف عـن متمرد
ظلوم غشــوم قاسي القلب مجرما
ويذكر أيام مضت من شبابه
وما كان فيها بالجهالة أجرما
يقيم إذا ما الليل مد ضلامه
على نفسه من شدة الخوف مأتما
يقول حبيبي أنت سؤلي وغايتي
كفى بك للراجين سؤلا و مغنما
الست الذي غذيتني و هديتني
ولازلت منانا علي ومنعما
عسى من له الإحسان يغفر زلتي
ويستر أوزاري وما قد تقدما

Translation into English:
When my heart hardened and my ways narrowed
My hope of your forgiveness towards You was my approach
I greatened my sin, yet when I compare it with your forgiveness
My Lord your forgiveness was greater
Yet, You forgive sins and still
Generously and gracefully bestow and forgive
Were it not for You, no worshipper would withstand Satan
How and he already has lured your chosen Adam
Alas! Would I be lead to paradise then I am a fortunate
Or a remorse to hell I am lead
Indeed not despaired if You avenged me
Or into the core of hell You brought my soul
And if You forgive me, a mutinous You forgive…
A wrongful unfair pitiless criminal…
He remembers the past youth days
And what crimes of ignorance were committed
Then, when the dark spread out
Fearfully he mourns himself
Saying my beloved You are my request and wish
Sufficient You are for the hopeful to ask and gain
Were not You who fed me and guided me?
And still, You give me generously and bless me
May You, to Whom my charity belongs, forgive me my faults,
Pardon my sins and what came before.

Friday, May 04, 2012

The Prophet of Islam

Unequalled in brilliance, unique of kind,
Art thou, O Great Prophet! to all mankind,
Never on earth a nobler soul has trod,
Never had another showed a true way to God,
Never on earth a better soul was born,
Never the world did a purer soul adorn.

Man was fast sinkin in idolatry and sin,
When thou thy great mission did first begin.
From the arabian deserts thou taught mankind,
How the truest knowledge of God to find,
Then in place of darkness thou light did give,
And taught mankind the noblest way to live.

A more perfect Prophet never can we find,
Than thee who, thank God, gave Islam to mankind,
My life, my all, for thee I gladly give,
Thy divine messages shall with me for ever live,
My love for thee no bounds doth know,
In my heart thy mem'ry shall forever glow,
May Allah shower His choicest blessings on thee,
May Allah grant thee peace for all eternity

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Advice on Friends

A real friend wishes his companions well,
He's not one who allows them to get close to hell,
Always be careful of the friends you Choose,
So, in the end, Jannah you will not lose,
If you find your companion is not stopping your wrong,
then, be weary, his friendship is not strong.
If you see the pattern made,
that when you are under your friend's shade,
Your Imaan begins to fade,
Leave the worthless creation,
make friends with Allah, Surely that is a high station!.
A dervish who had knowledge of our present situation,
Once told his students the following dictation,
"The meeting of people will never enrich you,
save with the gibberish of useless gossip.
So diminish your meeting with people,
except for knowledge or to improve your condition"

Thursday, April 12, 2012

What a Year!

What a year was 570 AD
A person was born, a prophet to be
Muhammed (saws) that was his name
People were misguided and thats when he came

He would go on to leave all the idols behind
He is an example to all of mankind
Rabbi al Awwal the 12th, that was the day
He came to this world to show us the way

He was born in Mecca, the holiest place
A life full of challenges he was to face
Abdullah(ra) his father,had by then passed away
Leaving Amina (ra)his mother, in her arms he lay

Haalima Sadia,took over his care
Until he was six,our prophet was there
His mother then died,he was left all alone
Abdul Muttalib(ra) his grand-dad then made him his own

When our prophet was nine, his grandfather died
Abu Talib, his uncle, became his new guide
In his 20's,a merchant Muhammed (saws) became by trade
Al-Amin,(the trustworthy) became his grade

Hazrat Khadija(ra)aged 40, became his bride
He was 25, with her by his side
To the poor,she gave away all her wealth
A dedicated wife in sickness and health

360 idols in the Kaaba, they were at that time
Our prophet realised that this was a crime
He would go to mount Hira,leaving behind his wife
Reflecting and wondering about the meaning of life

Whilst thinking there in the midst of the night
He heard a loud voice which filled him with fright
It was the angel Gibrail(as) who asked him to read
Our prophet couldn't and didnt take heed

The angel embraced him and thern asked him later
Read, Read in the name of the Creator
Who created man from a drop of blood
Our prophet couldn't read but at that time he could

Our prophet rushed to the path straight ahead
He heard a voice from the heavens which said
Muhammed(saws) truly you are the messenger of God
Muhammed (saws) was scared and thought this quite odd

'Praise be to God' his wife said instead
''I know you've been chosen as God's messenger' she said
And thus Khadija (ra) became the first woman of islam
And over the next 23 years came the revelation, the Quran

He preached to all people, every creed every race
Yet so many hardships he had to face
There were fears for his life,then the Hijrat took place
He then entered Medina, all by Allah's grace

He was greeted by the Ansaris who gave their salaam
To him and his companians,the Sahaba ikram
Then came the battles,which were fought face to face
Then the conquest of Mecca,Muhammed (saws)'s birthplace

An Nasr was revealed, it's message was clear
Muhammed (saws) knew that his time was near
Everyone gathered to hear his last speech
little did they know how far Allah's message would reach

Muhammed (saws) gave us the miracle the Quran
And now a 1/4 of the world follow Islam
He is our role-model, the best of mankind
And has left the Quran and his Sunnah behind

Read the Quran as much as you can
The words of Allah(swt) for the guidance of man
And follow our prophet's sunnah, when eating and dressing
And send him salutations and many a blessing

He came to mankind to show us the way
And Insha-Allah,we'll meet him,we'll meet him one day.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Mercy to All Creation

When the day was lost,
When all else was tossed;
You opened your heart, your hands, your voice,
And for my sake compromise was no choice.

I hold on to your mantle, a grateful gravitation,
For I know till this world's end, your dhikr will be for my salvation.
A mere morsel in a world so vast,
Yet your mercy extends to the last.

A gift from Our Creator you were from the start,
Helping us all to play our part
In this universe with which He us did entrust
So that we may learn to love, believe and be just.

With you as our guide, our nafs we must deny,
For the unveiling will be worth more than Heaven can provide.
Now with this knowledge a responsibility I cannot ignore
For you have taken me to my Ruh's shore.

To continue this journey a witness I must become
In thought, deed and word, I must succumb.
Yet even as I strive your mercy will mean,
I will be guided and helped for you are Rahmatallil ala meen.


Sunday, March 18, 2012

The Slave of Wealth

The passionate slave of wealth
ignores his ailing health
Morning and night he toils
trying to Allah's law foil

At night, even till twelve
will he in riba delve
not realising his riba will cause him to bake and broil
and his wealth round him like a serpent will coil

Unmindful of his salaat
never will he with his time part
When the pious at his door knock
he pretends he's a deaf block

Come the time of death, will he realise
the Deen, he should not trivialise

Thursday, March 01, 2012

A Smile

A smile is sadaqa,
The Prophet said so.

A smile is sadaqa,
so give to everyone you know.

A smile is sadaqa,
so take one wherever you go.

A smile is sadaqa,
so smile.... you'll be glad you did so!
by Aisha (age 11)

Tuesday, February 28, 2012


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, February 19, 2012

The Worlds Latest Addiction

Just six clicks away
from five thousand “friends.”
No clue what today is,
or what’s on CNN.

I should really get dressed,
Or at least shave my pits.
But with all these new friends,
I can’t stop the clicks.

Glued to the screen
like some kind of affliction.
Welcome to Facebook:
the world’s latest addiction.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Five Ways to Kill a Man

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

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Lets Get Back to Islam

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.


Saturday, January 21, 2012


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

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Make use of Youth

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!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

When I was Ill

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


Monday, January 09, 2012

Restart Posting on this blog

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.

Wasalam Alaykum