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!
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Thursday, January 30, 2014
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.
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.
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 !
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 !
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"
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"
Saturday, October 01, 2005
Beauty of the Beard
THE BEAUTY OF THE BEARD
by Br Tushar Imdad-ul-Haque Bhuiya
Context of poem
I came to eat dinner in my halls of residence one day last year when two sisters started laughing at me; I had some food stuck in my beard. They went on to innocently and honestly mock my beard saying it was messy, unnatural and unhygienic. Little did they know the rage that I felt as a result of this and I channeled this rage by unleashing my anger through my pen and out came this poem.
I performed this poem in the Leicester University/DMU Islamic Societies and Eid Celebration and it was received with much laughter and acclaim - Alhamdulillah. Due to popular demand and many requests I have decided to type my poem up and email it to my friends in Islam. Let me remind you all not to be offended as this is no fatwa or religious statement - just a funny poem that spontaneously was produced as a result of my unfortunate experience...
Tushar (12th March 2001)
"Glorified be He who beautifies women with long locks of hair
And Men with long beards
There is beauty in the beard
Aye, there is beauty in the beard!
When the lion roars all the animals submit
For the lion is the king of the jungle
The lion with its glorious mane
And a Muslim man grows his mane in pride
Showing the rest of humanity that he is to be respected
Can one imagine a lion without its mane?
Nay, thou canst not!
Then imagine a man without his beard
Woe to worldly women who mock the beards so!
Desiring husbands with clean shaven faces
Woe to women who mock the Prophets Sunnah
In the name of hygiene, neatness and smooth texture
Indeed the women of this world cannot like the beard
But she who wants Paradise adores the beard!
A beard is a gift given to man
Something only he can grow; a woman never can!
When he ponders, he gently strokes it;
When he eats, it stores food;
When he is with kids, they play with it adoringly;
When he is with his wife, she fondles it lovingly;
When the enemy see it, fear is struck in their hearts!
Ah! there is indeed beauty in the beard!
All the Prophets had beards - yes they did!
Muhammad had a beard - so big! so big!
All the companions had beards - o yes! o yes!
All the sages had beards - I know! I know!
All the wise have beards - tis true! tis true!
All the pious have beards - you see! you see!
All the Muslims have beards!? - if only! if only!
Who did not have beards? The kafirun!
Who had clean shaven faces? The kafirun!
Who grew their moustaches? The kafirun!
"And what did our Prophet order?" I here you ask
He ordered us to lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
Lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
What greater reason that this can there be
The fact that our Prophet told us to see
That we make ourselves appear to the world
As full bearded men with honour untold
O Muslim brother! Why do you desire to look like a woman
When your blessed facial hair is the differece between you and the opposite gender?
O poor Muslim brother! Why do you imitate the kafir
Instead of following the Prophet of Islam?
O silly Muslim sister! Why are you so blind?
Infatuated with Bollywood actors who have no mind!
O wretched sister! Are you not scared of your choice?
You would rather have a feminine monkey instead of an exalted manly ape!
So indeed I love my beard
And adore the curls and tangles
Which no oil, gel or superglue can ever straighten
My glorious long, curly, messy, fluffy beard!
The playhouse for kids;
The envy of Malaysian people
And the beloved of Allah!
I maybe rejected by worldly women because of this hair on my face
But who care! For my Mum loves it and she puts all such sisters to disgrace!
Be patient Muslim brothers, who shun the trendy look for a Prophetic pose
Paradise with the wide eyed Houris is our final abode!!!!!"
by Br Tushar Imdad-ul-Haque Bhuiya
Context of poem
I came to eat dinner in my halls of residence one day last year when two sisters started laughing at me; I had some food stuck in my beard. They went on to innocently and honestly mock my beard saying it was messy, unnatural and unhygienic. Little did they know the rage that I felt as a result of this and I channeled this rage by unleashing my anger through my pen and out came this poem.
I performed this poem in the Leicester University/DMU Islamic Societies and Eid Celebration and it was received with much laughter and acclaim - Alhamdulillah. Due to popular demand and many requests I have decided to type my poem up and email it to my friends in Islam. Let me remind you all not to be offended as this is no fatwa or religious statement - just a funny poem that spontaneously was produced as a result of my unfortunate experience...
Tushar (12th March 2001)
"Glorified be He who beautifies women with long locks of hair
And Men with long beards
There is beauty in the beard
Aye, there is beauty in the beard!
When the lion roars all the animals submit
For the lion is the king of the jungle
The lion with its glorious mane
And a Muslim man grows his mane in pride
Showing the rest of humanity that he is to be respected
Can one imagine a lion without its mane?
Nay, thou canst not!
Then imagine a man without his beard
Woe to worldly women who mock the beards so!
Desiring husbands with clean shaven faces
Woe to women who mock the Prophets Sunnah
In the name of hygiene, neatness and smooth texture
Indeed the women of this world cannot like the beard
But she who wants Paradise adores the beard!
A beard is a gift given to man
Something only he can grow; a woman never can!
When he ponders, he gently strokes it;
When he eats, it stores food;
When he is with kids, they play with it adoringly;
When he is with his wife, she fondles it lovingly;
When the enemy see it, fear is struck in their hearts!
Ah! there is indeed beauty in the beard!
All the Prophets had beards - yes they did!
Muhammad had a beard - so big! so big!
All the companions had beards - o yes! o yes!
All the sages had beards - I know! I know!
All the wise have beards - tis true! tis true!
All the pious have beards - you see! you see!
All the Muslims have beards!? - if only! if only!
Who did not have beards? The kafirun!
Who had clean shaven faces? The kafirun!
Who grew their moustaches? The kafirun!
"And what did our Prophet order?" I here you ask
He ordered us to lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
Lengthen the beard and trim the moustache!
What greater reason that this can there be
The fact that our Prophet told us to see
That we make ourselves appear to the world
As full bearded men with honour untold
O Muslim brother! Why do you desire to look like a woman
When your blessed facial hair is the differece between you and the opposite gender?
O poor Muslim brother! Why do you imitate the kafir
Instead of following the Prophet of Islam?
O silly Muslim sister! Why are you so blind?
Infatuated with Bollywood actors who have no mind!
O wretched sister! Are you not scared of your choice?
You would rather have a feminine monkey instead of an exalted manly ape!
So indeed I love my beard
And adore the curls and tangles
Which no oil, gel or superglue can ever straighten
My glorious long, curly, messy, fluffy beard!
The playhouse for kids;
The envy of Malaysian people
And the beloved of Allah!
I maybe rejected by worldly women because of this hair on my face
But who care! For my Mum loves it and she puts all such sisters to disgrace!
Be patient Muslim brothers, who shun the trendy look for a Prophetic pose
Paradise with the wide eyed Houris is our final abode!!!!!"
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