This morning,
the wall they planted raised with the early sun
climbed high
towards the shadowy sky.
There is hatred inside it; there are flames and blood
burying our scattered voices that cried.
Let it be, said mum, as our prayers do so
flowing high
towards the loving sky.
Pray my dear, pray silence and high
for the sweetness of Life it is not
but for the thickness of death that we fought.
Let us reside in the land of Fi Sabilillah
soon we breathe in its harmonies
as the cool breeze awaits us There.
There they came with rifles in their hands
depicting boundaries here on the sands
(here, the grave is ours; the estate is theirs)
Alhamdulillah, whispered mum
the dust here is more fragrant
the farm here is more fertile
like a land of spring flowers
sprinkled by our blood loves.
Our Imaan is never killed here.
Moments before mum went high
embracing death with her sweetest smile
said she, "This land is Amanah from Him
let your names be written on its sands
not with pen neither with hands
but with Jihad that would never end"
This morning
the wall they planted raised with the early sun
mounting high
towards the smoky sky
hence do our loves fly high
filling the sky with Imaan that never dies.
Fahd Razy
Dublin, Ireland.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Just Remember
Remember oh believer,
The command of the divine
The five pillars you must uphold,
In their noor you must shine.
Recite the Kalimah,
Always keep it in mind,
Greater it is in weight,
Than the heavens and earth combined.
Remember your salah
Say it five times a day,
For unsuccessful are those,
Who do not pray.
Remember zakat and of course haj and fasting,
The benefit of each,
Will surely be ever lasting.
Remember that day,
Which has been foretold,
When only your deeds will remain,
Not the status or wealth you hold.
When the trumpet will sound,
Will you then realize your blunder,
Too late!! The earth will shatter,
The heavens will split asunder.
Every soul will die,
And then each one resurrected,
Falsehoods and misconceptions,
Will all be corrected.
That day you will stand,
With the rest of creation,
Infront of your lord,
To be granted mercy or face the retribution.
When the judgment begins,
Every action you will be made to remember,
The choices that you made,
To their fate you will have to surrender.
So remember and reflect,
For this lesson you must learn,
To Allah we belong,
To him is our final return...
By Imad Ansari
The command of the divine
The five pillars you must uphold,
In their noor you must shine.
Recite the Kalimah,
Always keep it in mind,
Greater it is in weight,
Than the heavens and earth combined.
Remember your salah
Say it five times a day,
For unsuccessful are those,
Who do not pray.
Remember zakat and of course haj and fasting,
The benefit of each,
Will surely be ever lasting.
Remember that day,
Which has been foretold,
When only your deeds will remain,
Not the status or wealth you hold.
When the trumpet will sound,
Will you then realize your blunder,
Too late!! The earth will shatter,
The heavens will split asunder.
Every soul will die,
And then each one resurrected,
Falsehoods and misconceptions,
Will all be corrected.
That day you will stand,
With the rest of creation,
Infront of your lord,
To be granted mercy or face the retribution.
When the judgment begins,
Every action you will be made to remember,
The choices that you made,
To their fate you will have to surrender.
So remember and reflect,
For this lesson you must learn,
To Allah we belong,
To him is our final return...
By Imad Ansari
Friday, May 26, 2006
Purpose of Man
Allah made man out of clay
so he could pray 5 times a day.
To work and eat with his own hands
and spread Islam throughout the lands.
His voice to do zikr and call out Azaan.
His life devoted to the holy Quran.
The prophet an example for him to follow
and all other ways he refuses to swallow.
Everyday involved in learning and teaching.
Truth and justice he must go on preaching.
Until one day he breathes his last
and is called to account for deeds of the past.
so he could pray 5 times a day.
To work and eat with his own hands
and spread Islam throughout the lands.
His voice to do zikr and call out Azaan.
His life devoted to the holy Quran.
The prophet an example for him to follow
and all other ways he refuses to swallow.
Everyday involved in learning and teaching.
Truth and justice he must go on preaching.
Until one day he breathes his last
and is called to account for deeds of the past.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Islamic Blogs
Not as entertaining as 'Crazy frog'
But a sincere attempt, these many Islamic blog
You don’t intend to forward the link your friend
Perhaps true Islam online you won’t defend
The words on this page
Left here to die of age
While you send on that joke
Islam online is left to choke
But wait you can help and assist
Instead send on the Islamic blog list!
Islamic Blogs:
Ahmed
Ashrafiya
Breathe Islam
Duas
Journey Ends
Mujahidah an Nafs
Niqaabi-Forever
Simply Islam
Umm Zahra
Zains World
But a sincere attempt, these many Islamic blog
You don’t intend to forward the link your friend
Perhaps true Islam online you won’t defend
The words on this page
Left here to die of age
While you send on that joke
Islam online is left to choke
But wait you can help and assist
Instead send on the Islamic blog list!
Islamic Blogs:
Ahmed
Ashrafiya
Breathe Islam
Duas
Journey Ends
Mujahidah an Nafs
Niqaabi-Forever
Simply Islam
Umm Zahra
Zains World
Monday, May 15, 2006
What Prayer Is . . .
These words I jot down because I shudder with fear
At the thought that young Muslims can sleep without prayer
That to close ones eyes can be as easy as pie
Thinking that prayer is a ritual, outdated, should die.
You my friend, you must be as dumb as a log,
For you have forsaken your freedom, to be lead like a dog!
Have you the faintest idea what will happen to you
When you rot in your grave with the worms gnawing through.
When your body is dusting Your flesh rotted away
"GAME OVER" is flashing,And no more credits to play!Then the sun will explode and the mountains will sway
And the whole of creation will rise on that day!
The angels will fly, like moths to a flame
And you'll tear from the earth, to explain your life's game!
Blackened to a char will be the skin on your face
Your friends will desert you , there won't be a trace.
Iblis will be laughing, with a stitch on his side
Because you were too STUPID, to get off his ride
The wealth of this world, took you for its bride
Its too late friend, its HELL for you inside.
A fire so hot, that the boulders will burn
Like a match exploding, it'll soon be your turn.
If only you had that chance to repent
You'd soon reconsider all the time that you'd spent.
There will stand people, against whom you did tease
Because their sajdah did scare you, filled you with unease
While you tried to disown them, like a infectious disease,
Now you toss in the flames, while they cool in the breeze.
In the line of eternity, your life is a dot hundred years
Is all that you've got, 5 minutes of prayer!
Not worth the time ? You've committed the greatest crime!
Prayer is not for your God O! Fear our Lord!
When you put that big head on the humblest of dust
Its your heart that you clean, all tarnished with rust!
You connect your soul wiz creations'
Great Light, Even the darkest of hearts can be left shining bright.
You remove all the sin, and Shaitan's whispering words
Slash evil's hold, with the greatest of swords.
Prayer is the path from earth to the sky
From a caterpillar you'll become a bright butterfly.
Prayer makes you remember that you aren't all that hot
And that your life really starts, when your flesh starts to rot
Prayer is that link to the mother from the womb
Prayer is the guardian that protects you in the tomb.
Prayer untangles your life, like a comb thru your hair
Against the fire of hell, it's the only cloak you can wear
So understand friend! To skip prayers is not cool
Its so stupid, so mad, you must be a fool.
It's like crossing a desert without water to drink
Just open your eyes friend, just sit back and think!
This world is a lie, this world is game
Like a poisonous snake, which you never can tame.
And just as you turn your back on what's right
There is sure something to bite
Fangs will leap from the darkness,
Leading you to sadness.
As you lie in your coffin, facing the sky,
Your life will flash past, a twinkle in your eye.
You'll scream as the truth is slowly unveiled
Its too late, mate. This one you've failed.
At the thought that young Muslims can sleep without prayer
That to close ones eyes can be as easy as pie
Thinking that prayer is a ritual, outdated, should die.
You my friend, you must be as dumb as a log,
For you have forsaken your freedom, to be lead like a dog!
Have you the faintest idea what will happen to you
When you rot in your grave with the worms gnawing through.
When your body is dusting Your flesh rotted away
"GAME OVER" is flashing,And no more credits to play!Then the sun will explode and the mountains will sway
And the whole of creation will rise on that day!
The angels will fly, like moths to a flame
And you'll tear from the earth, to explain your life's game!
Blackened to a char will be the skin on your face
Your friends will desert you , there won't be a trace.
Iblis will be laughing, with a stitch on his side
Because you were too STUPID, to get off his ride
The wealth of this world, took you for its bride
Its too late friend, its HELL for you inside.
A fire so hot, that the boulders will burn
Like a match exploding, it'll soon be your turn.
If only you had that chance to repent
You'd soon reconsider all the time that you'd spent.
There will stand people, against whom you did tease
Because their sajdah did scare you, filled you with unease
While you tried to disown them, like a infectious disease,
Now you toss in the flames, while they cool in the breeze.
In the line of eternity, your life is a dot hundred years
Is all that you've got, 5 minutes of prayer!
Not worth the time ? You've committed the greatest crime!
Prayer is not for your God O! Fear our Lord!
When you put that big head on the humblest of dust
Its your heart that you clean, all tarnished with rust!
You connect your soul wiz creations'
Great Light, Even the darkest of hearts can be left shining bright.
You remove all the sin, and Shaitan's whispering words
Slash evil's hold, with the greatest of swords.
Prayer is the path from earth to the sky
From a caterpillar you'll become a bright butterfly.
Prayer makes you remember that you aren't all that hot
And that your life really starts, when your flesh starts to rot
Prayer is that link to the mother from the womb
Prayer is the guardian that protects you in the tomb.
Prayer untangles your life, like a comb thru your hair
Against the fire of hell, it's the only cloak you can wear
So understand friend! To skip prayers is not cool
Its so stupid, so mad, you must be a fool.
It's like crossing a desert without water to drink
Just open your eyes friend, just sit back and think!
This world is a lie, this world is game
Like a poisonous snake, which you never can tame.
And just as you turn your back on what's right
There is sure something to bite
Fangs will leap from the darkness,
Leading you to sadness.
As you lie in your coffin, facing the sky,
Your life will flash past, a twinkle in your eye.
You'll scream as the truth is slowly unveiled
Its too late, mate. This one you've failed.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
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Thursday, May 11, 2006
Keep On Keeping On
Keep On Keeping On
You’ve gotta keep on keeping on
You’ve gotta keep your head up high
You’ve gotta work with what you got
And some day you will fly.
Poor kids pouring cold water in their cereals
Second hand clothes,
Surviving the only way they can,
Praying to Allah at night for things to get better soon.
Looking out the window to a road of concrete,
Dreaming of the day when you’ll be
standing on your own two feet.
Looking out the window, longing
For the day when you’ll get your chance
to Shine.
By Shahana Begum, Year 9
Al-Qalam-Vol 1 Issue 1 published by Azhar Academy Girls School
contributed by Mujahidah an Nafs
You’ve gotta keep on keeping on
You’ve gotta keep your head up high
You’ve gotta work with what you got
And some day you will fly.
Poor kids pouring cold water in their cereals
Second hand clothes,
Surviving the only way they can,
Praying to Allah at night for things to get better soon.
Looking out the window to a road of concrete,
Dreaming of the day when you’ll be
standing on your own two feet.
Looking out the window, longing
For the day when you’ll get your chance
to Shine.
By Shahana Begum, Year 9
Al-Qalam-Vol 1 Issue 1 published by Azhar Academy Girls School
contributed by Mujahidah an Nafs
Friday, May 05, 2006
To My Child
Just for this morning,
I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning,
I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning,
I am going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning,
I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon,
I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon,
I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck,
and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon,
I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or
second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon,
I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this evening,
I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening,
I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening,
I will let you stay up late while we sit together on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening,
when I run my fingers through your hair,
I will simply be grateful that God Almighty has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedroom.
The mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer
senselessly and screaming inside; that they can't handle it anymore.
WhenI kiss you tonight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer.
It is then, that I will thank Allah for having you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day. . .
The 29 year old author wrote this poignant personal letter when doctors informed him that
his only child, aged 10 years old was diagnosed with brain cancer.
I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning,
I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning,
I am going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning,
I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon,
I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon,
I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck,
and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon,
I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or
second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon,
I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this evening,
I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening,
I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening,
I will let you stay up late while we sit together on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening,
when I run my fingers through your hair,
I will simply be grateful that God Almighty has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedroom.
The mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer
senselessly and screaming inside; that they can't handle it anymore.
WhenI kiss you tonight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer.
It is then, that I will thank Allah for having you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day. . .
The 29 year old author wrote this poignant personal letter when doctors informed him that
his only child, aged 10 years old was diagnosed with brain cancer.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Meditation upon Death
by Kwhajhah Azizul Hasan Majzoob Rahmatullahi Alayh
You were created for worship, remember,
To Bow humble onto Allah, remember,
Otherwise, there will be disgrace, remember,
For life is but a few days, remember,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Were you to acquire status & rank, so what?
Vaults of gold and riches be in your hands, so what?
Lavish mansions you were to erect, so what?
Display your pomp and vanity, so what?
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Caesar, Alexandra & Kisra have all departed,
Napoleon & Rustam have all departed,
What great brave leaders have all departed,
Displaying their worth have all departed!
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
How many houses has Death annihilated,
The play of many has Maut annihilated,
Many of gigantic build has death eliminated,
Huge statures has death eliminated,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Yes, O ignoramus, departure is whence?
Arise from negligence, break of dawn will commence,
Pack your provisions, the journey is hence,
Annihilation of every man will commence,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Nafs & Shaytan to your bosom are snare,
The attack is imminent, O negligent beware,
Lest weakness arises in your Deen and good fare,
Halt! Stop your evil deeds which scare,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Suddenly, death will arrive upon your skull,
then whither you and where Darul amal?
Will perish the golden opportunity,
never again to arise for eternity,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Concern for the Akhirah, to you O negligent is nothing,
Do not blunder, worldly comfort in reality is nothing,
Life is but a few days and naught else,
To rely upon it is folly, naught else!
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
You have to depart from here one day,
Will be laid out in your grave one day,
Will show unto Allah your face, one day,
Now no longer waste in folly even one day!
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
-Translated by Muhammad Aslam Patel, Ashraf's Amanat
You were created for worship, remember,
To Bow humble onto Allah, remember,
Otherwise, there will be disgrace, remember,
For life is but a few days, remember,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Were you to acquire status & rank, so what?
Vaults of gold and riches be in your hands, so what?
Lavish mansions you were to erect, so what?
Display your pomp and vanity, so what?
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Caesar, Alexandra & Kisra have all departed,
Napoleon & Rustam have all departed,
What great brave leaders have all departed,
Displaying their worth have all departed!
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
How many houses has Death annihilated,
The play of many has Maut annihilated,
Many of gigantic build has death eliminated,
Huge statures has death eliminated,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Yes, O ignoramus, departure is whence?
Arise from negligence, break of dawn will commence,
Pack your provisions, the journey is hence,
Annihilation of every man will commence,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Nafs & Shaytan to your bosom are snare,
The attack is imminent, O negligent beware,
Lest weakness arises in your Deen and good fare,
Halt! Stop your evil deeds which scare,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Suddenly, death will arrive upon your skull,
then whither you and where Darul amal?
Will perish the golden opportunity,
never again to arise for eternity,
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
Concern for the Akhirah, to you O negligent is nothing,
Do not blunder, worldly comfort in reality is nothing,
Life is but a few days and naught else,
To rely upon it is folly, naught else!
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
You have to depart from here one day,
Will be laid out in your grave one day,
Will show unto Allah your face, one day,
Now no longer waste in folly even one day!
One day we have to die, Death is ultimate,
Do whatever you wish, Maut is ultimate.
-Translated by Muhammad Aslam Patel, Ashraf's Amanat
Monday, April 24, 2006
Love for Allah
by Ahmed
If my love is attached to Thee
Then from sin I will be free
Each time my heart will beat
Your name will resound with heat
With your name shivers my each limb
They seek to be released from whim
Allah, Allah, is my hearts speech
Your Mercy is what I beseech
The Most Merciful keep me content
With all that You have sent
Keep in my heart Your remembrance
And in Your deen and love allow me to advance
Help me in my quest
Permit me to pass the ultimate test
Save me from the clutches of Satan
Give me death upon Imaan.
If my love is attached to Thee
Then from sin I will be free
Each time my heart will beat
Your name will resound with heat
With your name shivers my each limb
They seek to be released from whim
Allah, Allah, is my hearts speech
Your Mercy is what I beseech
The Most Merciful keep me content
With all that You have sent
Keep in my heart Your remembrance
And in Your deen and love allow me to advance
Help me in my quest
Permit me to pass the ultimate test
Save me from the clutches of Satan
Give me death upon Imaan.
Monday, April 17, 2006
S M I L E
She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
He remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that momentthat he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering puppy And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful To be in out of the storm.
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent....and THAT is the power of a smile!
So smile away The Messenger of Allah, upon whom be peace, said: "Every good deed is sadaqah (charity). To meet yourbrother with a smiling face and to pour out from yourbucket into his container are sadaqah."
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
He remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that momentthat he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering puppy And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful To be in out of the storm.
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent....and THAT is the power of a smile!
So smile away The Messenger of Allah, upon whom be peace, said: "Every good deed is sadaqah (charity). To meet yourbrother with a smiling face and to pour out from yourbucket into his container are sadaqah."
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
She Was Not Lost But Was Waiting
Boy has she changed
I remember when she cared not
For pleasing Allah and doing her salah
For this world had shadowed her
Somethings she used to say
Made me think why do I not walk away
But there was something hidden away
Thats why I stayed by her side each and everyday
She kept me going
I kept her flowing
Our friendship kept growing
The eeman that was said to be gone
Was now back and how bright it shone
A girl, a Muslim sister, a friend till the end
Was lost and at a dead end
But the pathway of righteousness reopened
As she with her eeman developed
If she carries on this way
She will be of the highest on such a day
The day I know she most fears
But she needs not cry any tears
I make duah for her
That she gets the reward
The mercy and blessings of Allah
To enter the glorious Jannah.
By Armara Rowlands, Year 9
Al-Qalam-Vol 1 Issue 1 published by Azhar Academy Girls School
contributed by Mujahidah an Nafs
I remember when she cared not
For pleasing Allah and doing her salah
For this world had shadowed her
Somethings she used to say
Made me think why do I not walk away
But there was something hidden away
Thats why I stayed by her side each and everyday
She kept me going
I kept her flowing
Our friendship kept growing
The eeman that was said to be gone
Was now back and how bright it shone
A girl, a Muslim sister, a friend till the end
Was lost and at a dead end
But the pathway of righteousness reopened
As she with her eeman developed
If she carries on this way
She will be of the highest on such a day
The day I know she most fears
But she needs not cry any tears
I make duah for her
That she gets the reward
The mercy and blessings of Allah
To enter the glorious Jannah.
By Armara Rowlands, Year 9
Al-Qalam-Vol 1 Issue 1 published by Azhar Academy Girls School
contributed by Mujahidah an Nafs
Saturday, April 08, 2006
TV Kills...
By Roald Dahl
TV rots the senses in the head!
It kills the imagination dead!
It clogs and clutters up the mind!
It makes a child so dull and blind.
He can no longer understand a fantasy,
A fairyland!
His brain becomes as soft as cheese!
His powers of thinking rust and freeze!
TV rots the senses in the head!
It kills the imagination dead!
It clogs and clutters up the mind!
It makes a child so dull and blind.
He can no longer understand a fantasy,
A fairyland!
His brain becomes as soft as cheese!
His powers of thinking rust and freeze!
Monday, April 03, 2006
Judgement Day
For the final time the trumpet is sounded,
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It¹s all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah¹s greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say,
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in jannah you will all be included.
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It¹s all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah¹s greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say,
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in jannah you will all be included.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Close Your Eyes and Imagine
Just close your eyes and imagine,
You have just one more day to live
One more day to show Allah,
What "Jannah" he should give?
To say goodbye to your family,
And all your closest friends;
To ask for forgiveness,
And try to make amends;
Just close your eyes and imagine,
Did you miss a prayer or two?
Did you please Allah, and do the things,
He asks every Muslim to do?
Just close your eyes and imagine,
Tomorrow you will be gone;
No more second chances,
To smell the mist of dawn;
Just close your eyes and imagine,
The angels are going to come,
To take your soul and ask,
In your life "what have you done"?
Just close your eyes and imagine,
The words you want to say;
Will not come out you may realize,
For all your deeds you'll pay;
You want to speak out, to cry out,
In Allah I believe;
But, silence beckons you,
No more can u deceive;
Just close your eyes and imagine,
Finally,>Your silence breaks away;
You tell the angels you believe in Allah,
And for him, you did pray;
You say as tears are pouring down your face
Please, Allah, forgive me,
For the sins that I committed,
Have mercy is my plea!
Just close your eyes and imagine,
That the smell of musk surrounds you,
From your head down to your feet;
You realize Allah forgave you,
Hell fire you did defeat;
But we all know as Muslims,
When it's time for you to die;
You'll not be given a second chance,
To say a last goodbye;
So live each day as If it's your last,
And never forget to pray;
So when the angels come to ask,
You'll know the words to say.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Muslim Girls
MUSLIM GIRLS
You got a scarf on your head
But jeans that stick to your skin
Your stomach is revealed
You’re into the SIN
When asked what you are
Your culture you name
Muslim don’t cross your tongue
What a pity what a shame!
You take pride in the tops
That reveals your back
Cleavage not an issue
It’s with the pack
Now it’s fashion to wear the scarf
In the way you do
Julia Stiles did it in save the last dance
Now you should too!
Your hair it is styled
With the gel and the mouse
You got the hip hugging jeans
With the matching shoes
You wake up at dawn
To apply your face
So guys can pick you up
What a disgrace!
You infuriated girl
Hit the road of the west
Your born in the truth
But you observe the rest
You do the dating scene
And the kissing guys
You think they’re the world
Open your eyes
Encouraging Muslim boys
To do the same?
But it’s all-good,
With the Muslim name
At least he is Muslim
That’s what your friends say
Encouraging a ummati
In the same way
Your life revolves around him
Your heart it does the dance
Pitiful are you
Within haram romance
DON’T YOU SEE…
Life doesn’t travel
Farther than the grave
It’ll pass you faster
If the world you crave
You think your getting educated
When you hit the school
But they’re playing you like puppets
You’re the fool
And those who do fear god
Those whom you tease
When you toss in the flames
They’ll cool in the breeze
Don’t you love the prophet?
Who was stoned for you?
Whose last words were for us?
Who came with the truth
The mothers of believer
Who cast their gaze down?
The best of the women
Upon you they would frown
Disgusting girl
have some shame within you
While they cast their gaze down,
you stare right through
While they feared Allah,
the alone the True
You think the only problem
is if people see you
What would my parents say,
will I be allowed out again
Society will gossip,
it’ll be the end
But little do you assume
about the end that is near
And if only your death
and Allah you fear
But you know the truth,
there’s only so much I can say
And the guilt only lasts
before you go back to the way
So before you turn back and to parties you attend
There is one small thing I do recommend
No matter where you go and what you decide to do
Just remember that Allah is always around you
Fear him more than being “caught” fear him there
And when you start to realize, then you’ll start to care
And the rest of the girls will disgust you true
If it worked for me it can work for you
Taste the sweetness of the veil and cover up well
And make the hereafter your eternity in Jannah you’ll dwell
So take off the shamelessness, throw off the nudity
Be a Muslimah stand proud most of all as an ummati!
You got a scarf on your head
But jeans that stick to your skin
Your stomach is revealed
You’re into the SIN
When asked what you are
Your culture you name
Muslim don’t cross your tongue
What a pity what a shame!
You take pride in the tops
That reveals your back
Cleavage not an issue
It’s with the pack
Now it’s fashion to wear the scarf
In the way you do
Julia Stiles did it in save the last dance
Now you should too!
Your hair it is styled
With the gel and the mouse
You got the hip hugging jeans
With the matching shoes
You wake up at dawn
To apply your face
So guys can pick you up
What a disgrace!
You infuriated girl
Hit the road of the west
Your born in the truth
But you observe the rest
You do the dating scene
And the kissing guys
You think they’re the world
Open your eyes
Encouraging Muslim boys
To do the same?
But it’s all-good,
With the Muslim name
At least he is Muslim
That’s what your friends say
Encouraging a ummati
In the same way
Your life revolves around him
Your heart it does the dance
Pitiful are you
Within haram romance
DON’T YOU SEE…
Life doesn’t travel
Farther than the grave
It’ll pass you faster
If the world you crave
You think your getting educated
When you hit the school
But they’re playing you like puppets
You’re the fool
And those who do fear god
Those whom you tease
When you toss in the flames
They’ll cool in the breeze
Don’t you love the prophet?
Who was stoned for you?
Whose last words were for us?
Who came with the truth
The mothers of believer
Who cast their gaze down?
The best of the women
Upon you they would frown
Disgusting girl
have some shame within you
While they cast their gaze down,
you stare right through
While they feared Allah,
the alone the True
You think the only problem
is if people see you
What would my parents say,
will I be allowed out again
Society will gossip,
it’ll be the end
But little do you assume
about the end that is near
And if only your death
and Allah you fear
But you know the truth,
there’s only so much I can say
And the guilt only lasts
before you go back to the way
So before you turn back and to parties you attend
There is one small thing I do recommend
No matter where you go and what you decide to do
Just remember that Allah is always around you
Fear him more than being “caught” fear him there
And when you start to realize, then you’ll start to care
And the rest of the girls will disgust you true
If it worked for me it can work for you
Taste the sweetness of the veil and cover up well
And make the hereafter your eternity in Jannah you’ll dwell
So take off the shamelessness, throw off the nudity
Be a Muslimah stand proud most of all as an ummati!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Wake up to the Call of Islaam
Wake up to the Call of Islaam
by Nizaam Hussain
O Muslims, wake up to the call of Islaam
O muslims, search your heart for the true Imaan
Is your Salaat, Zakaat, Sawm, Hajj what it should be?
If so, then why are you in so much difficulty?
Nay, but you have not understood the depth of Imaan
Nay, but you have not understood the teachings of the Qur'aan
Has He not made you the best of creation?
Has He not fulfilled your wants without your supplication?
Think and Ponder
Surely, He will make you wonder
Is your love for Him alone?
Is your fear for Him alone?
Nay, but you have falsified, and loved and feared every other created soul
Is your trust in Him alone?
Is your obedience to Him alone?
Nay, but you have falsified, you trusted and obeyed those that use you the most
Look around you, slaughter, slander and rape
When they come to your door, just like death, they won't wait
No entreaty of vow can be taken except Allah's alone
Love Him, fear Him, trust Him, obey Him, and fight for Him
Surely He will put you on the throne.
Source: Riyadhul Jannah, vol 4 no 1 Dec '94
by Nizaam Hussain
O Muslims, wake up to the call of Islaam
O muslims, search your heart for the true Imaan
Is your Salaat, Zakaat, Sawm, Hajj what it should be?
If so, then why are you in so much difficulty?
Nay, but you have not understood the depth of Imaan
Nay, but you have not understood the teachings of the Qur'aan
Has He not made you the best of creation?
Has He not fulfilled your wants without your supplication?
Think and Ponder
Surely, He will make you wonder
Is your love for Him alone?
Is your fear for Him alone?
Nay, but you have falsified, and loved and feared every other created soul
Is your trust in Him alone?
Is your obedience to Him alone?
Nay, but you have falsified, you trusted and obeyed those that use you the most
Look around you, slaughter, slander and rape
When they come to your door, just like death, they won't wait
No entreaty of vow can be taken except Allah's alone
Love Him, fear Him, trust Him, obey Him, and fight for Him
Surely He will put you on the throne.
Source: Riyadhul Jannah, vol 4 no 1 Dec '94
Sunday, March 19, 2006
The Tongue
Behind enamel blocks, therein it lies,
It moves in all directions clock and anti-clockwise
If used correctly, it can cause ranks to rise
But shooting without aiming could lead to your demise.
A small piece of flesh without a bone in sight,
It can cure friendship and also incite fights,
Then cowardly behind your teeth, safely it sits tight
And YOU get a jab and a hook from the right.
It bears witness about Allah and His Prophets
The hereafter is where you’ll see the real profits
It remembers Allah plentiful, but think nothing of it
It recites the Quran wonderful, so start and you’ll love it.
It also has a bitter side If it boasts and talks with pride,
You’ve backbitten if you speak but hide It’s called slander if you lied,
Abusive language leaves eyes wide
Make an effort, make truth your bride.
“He who keeps quite, gains salvation”
“Backbiting is worse than fornication”
That’s our Prophet’s declaration
Please take into consideration
Take time out for contempletion About Allah, Lord of all creation.
It recites Quran to gain reward,
Use it for speeches, make it your sword.
Anything that will please the Lord,
To waste precious time, that we can’t afford.
With Allah's name begin your day,
Remember Him while you work or play Keep evil doings out of your way
On the straight path you will stay.
If it sings, change it to nasheeds Pick up an Islamic book to read.
Most important repeat your creed,
For the Hereafter sow your seed For that day you’l need every good deed.
Use it to supplicate, use it to repent
At the All-Mighty’s doorstep, drop and lament
Solely for worship is why we were sent
Let not Satan be an impediment
And keep Allah’s remembrance immanent.
Keep Muslims safe from its attack
Be they red or be they black Disunity is the biggest drawback
So keep the unity free from slack Oh Allah!
Keep us on the straight track.
Its correct usage whoso guarantees
And of that between his knees.
The Prophet will make certain he sees
Our entry into Paradise with ease.
A humble effort, not a song
An attempt to pass a message on It can do good, it can do wrong
This poem was about the Tongue.
It moves in all directions clock and anti-clockwise
If used correctly, it can cause ranks to rise
But shooting without aiming could lead to your demise.
A small piece of flesh without a bone in sight,
It can cure friendship and also incite fights,
Then cowardly behind your teeth, safely it sits tight
And YOU get a jab and a hook from the right.
It bears witness about Allah and His Prophets
The hereafter is where you’ll see the real profits
It remembers Allah plentiful, but think nothing of it
It recites the Quran wonderful, so start and you’ll love it.
It also has a bitter side If it boasts and talks with pride,
You’ve backbitten if you speak but hide It’s called slander if you lied,
Abusive language leaves eyes wide
Make an effort, make truth your bride.
“He who keeps quite, gains salvation”
“Backbiting is worse than fornication”
That’s our Prophet’s declaration
Please take into consideration
Take time out for contempletion About Allah, Lord of all creation.
It recites Quran to gain reward,
Use it for speeches, make it your sword.
Anything that will please the Lord,
To waste precious time, that we can’t afford.
With Allah's name begin your day,
Remember Him while you work or play Keep evil doings out of your way
On the straight path you will stay.
If it sings, change it to nasheeds Pick up an Islamic book to read.
Most important repeat your creed,
For the Hereafter sow your seed For that day you’l need every good deed.
Use it to supplicate, use it to repent
At the All-Mighty’s doorstep, drop and lament
Solely for worship is why we were sent
Let not Satan be an impediment
And keep Allah’s remembrance immanent.
Keep Muslims safe from its attack
Be they red or be they black Disunity is the biggest drawback
So keep the unity free from slack Oh Allah!
Keep us on the straight track.
Its correct usage whoso guarantees
And of that between his knees.
The Prophet will make certain he sees
Our entry into Paradise with ease.
A humble effort, not a song
An attempt to pass a message on It can do good, it can do wrong
This poem was about the Tongue.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Us and Them
Us and Them
By Masood
Out of the oceans of their virtues,
my pen's ink only drops a few.
Only a fleeting glimpse
of the Sahabah's greatness is in this poem to view.
Abbaad bin Bishr was getting shot with arrows,
yet he still didn't want to break his salat.
Who are we compared to him?
We complain when the room we pray in is a little hot.
Our Masaajid are empty,
even though we drive fancy Cadillacs.
The Sahabah went to the Masjid for every prayer,
even though many had no cloths on their backs.
The Kuffar put massive rocks
on Bilal's chest in the burning dessert sun,
All he said was "Ahad, Ahad"
and from Islam he did not run.
They strove in the path of Allah,
doing Jihad even in the fierce dessert heat.
Who are we compared to them?
We can hardly make it to the Masjid right down the street!
Sumayyah loved Allah
and for that the kuffar speared her most private part.
She was the first shaheed of our ummah,
to the end she had true love of Allah in her heart.
Who are we next to Sumayyah?
We hide our faith in fear of being teased.
We get a little laugh from a kaffer,
and we turn away from Allah displeased.
Khabbab bin Alarat was burnt on hot coals until his blood put out the heat.
How ashamed should we be?
While listening to a khutbah,
we find it hard to just stay on our seats.
Most of them were starving,
but this didn't keep them away from any part of the deen.
We have tons of rice and lamb,
but nonetheless, in us, Islam can hardly be seen.
Mus'ab Ibn Umair's hands were both severed when he was the flag bearer,
yet with his bloody forearms, he still kept the flag up high.
Yet how is our condition?
We can barely even give dawwah because we feel too shy!
If even the breeze grew a little stronger,
they would go to the Masjid fearing that it may be the last day.
Do we even notice what's going on around us,
or are we too busy thinking of our weekly pay?
Abu Bakr gave all of his wealth
for Allah in His path.
Though if we were asked to do this,
we would probably laugh.
Out of their fear of Allah,
they had tear stains on their cheeks.
Out of our love of the dunyah,
we stay away from the Masjid and go shopping in the boutiques.
After being captured in Jihad,
Ibn Hudhafah was glad that he might be boiled alive.
Yet what about us?
For Allah, many just frown when they are asked to strive.
This noble man cried in pleasure
that he might be boiled alive for Allah!
Next to him we seem like hypocrites, or worse,
many of us don't even do our salah!
Even when Umar was khalifah,
his clothes still had many tears.
Yet when we have even the littlest job,
we end up with many clothes that we don't even wear.
They established the empire of Islam,
they spread the deen throughout all the lands.
Yet when it comes to us,
we have trouble obeying the simplest of Allah's commands.
Aisha was thirsty for knowledge,
she was one of our greatest scholars.
She was busy searching for wisdom,
yet we're busy searching for dollars.
With it's last drops of ink,
this poem is coming to an end.
But before I let you go,
there is one thing that I do recommend:
We can sit around and talk,
we can reminisce about them with much ease.
But unless we actually try to be like the Sahabah,
our words just drift away with the breeze.
By Masood
Out of the oceans of their virtues,
my pen's ink only drops a few.
Only a fleeting glimpse
of the Sahabah's greatness is in this poem to view.
Abbaad bin Bishr was getting shot with arrows,
yet he still didn't want to break his salat.
Who are we compared to him?
We complain when the room we pray in is a little hot.
Our Masaajid are empty,
even though we drive fancy Cadillacs.
The Sahabah went to the Masjid for every prayer,
even though many had no cloths on their backs.
The Kuffar put massive rocks
on Bilal's chest in the burning dessert sun,
All he said was "Ahad, Ahad"
and from Islam he did not run.
They strove in the path of Allah,
doing Jihad even in the fierce dessert heat.
Who are we compared to them?
We can hardly make it to the Masjid right down the street!
Sumayyah loved Allah
and for that the kuffar speared her most private part.
She was the first shaheed of our ummah,
to the end she had true love of Allah in her heart.
Who are we next to Sumayyah?
We hide our faith in fear of being teased.
We get a little laugh from a kaffer,
and we turn away from Allah displeased.
Khabbab bin Alarat was burnt on hot coals until his blood put out the heat.
How ashamed should we be?
While listening to a khutbah,
we find it hard to just stay on our seats.
Most of them were starving,
but this didn't keep them away from any part of the deen.
We have tons of rice and lamb,
but nonetheless, in us, Islam can hardly be seen.
Mus'ab Ibn Umair's hands were both severed when he was the flag bearer,
yet with his bloody forearms, he still kept the flag up high.
Yet how is our condition?
We can barely even give dawwah because we feel too shy!
If even the breeze grew a little stronger,
they would go to the Masjid fearing that it may be the last day.
Do we even notice what's going on around us,
or are we too busy thinking of our weekly pay?
Abu Bakr gave all of his wealth
for Allah in His path.
Though if we were asked to do this,
we would probably laugh.
Out of their fear of Allah,
they had tear stains on their cheeks.
Out of our love of the dunyah,
we stay away from the Masjid and go shopping in the boutiques.
After being captured in Jihad,
Ibn Hudhafah was glad that he might be boiled alive.
Yet what about us?
For Allah, many just frown when they are asked to strive.
This noble man cried in pleasure
that he might be boiled alive for Allah!
Next to him we seem like hypocrites, or worse,
many of us don't even do our salah!
Even when Umar was khalifah,
his clothes still had many tears.
Yet when we have even the littlest job,
we end up with many clothes that we don't even wear.
They established the empire of Islam,
they spread the deen throughout all the lands.
Yet when it comes to us,
we have trouble obeying the simplest of Allah's commands.
Aisha was thirsty for knowledge,
she was one of our greatest scholars.
She was busy searching for wisdom,
yet we're busy searching for dollars.
With it's last drops of ink,
this poem is coming to an end.
But before I let you go,
there is one thing that I do recommend:
We can sit around and talk,
we can reminisce about them with much ease.
But unless we actually try to be like the Sahabah,
our words just drift away with the breeze.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
In your mates car
In your mates car
by Ahmed
In your mates car
Thoughts from Islam so far
Listening to the stereo, loud tune
Behaving like a silly baboon
Eyeing the girls as you go by
Practising Muslims despise you, my oh my
You pull over to a girl and use your line
'Baby, baby, come be mine'
Ignorant that you have invited her to sin
The slippery road for you does begin
For what seems like fun
Simply means Satan has won
Ensnared into a world of wrong by the devil
Girls, Alcohol, drugs is this your aspired level?
Satan has lured you away
From Allah and the Prophets (pbuh) way
But hey whilst you are alive there is still time
To turn to & worship Allah, even in your prime
Turn away from this, quit behaving like slime
Repent to Allah, the Forgiving, Most Sublime.
by Ahmed
In your mates car
Thoughts from Islam so far
Listening to the stereo, loud tune
Behaving like a silly baboon
Eyeing the girls as you go by
Practising Muslims despise you, my oh my
You pull over to a girl and use your line
'Baby, baby, come be mine'
Ignorant that you have invited her to sin
The slippery road for you does begin
For what seems like fun
Simply means Satan has won
Ensnared into a world of wrong by the devil
Girls, Alcohol, drugs is this your aspired level?
Satan has lured you away
From Allah and the Prophets (pbuh) way
But hey whilst you are alive there is still time
To turn to & worship Allah, even in your prime
Turn away from this, quit behaving like slime
Repent to Allah, the Forgiving, Most Sublime.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Al-Hamdulillah
As I rise each day
Al-Hamdulillah I say
As I put on my dress
Al-Hamdulillah I express
As I fill my empty plate
Al-Hamdulillah I state
As I make ready to strive
Al-Hamdulillah for another day alive
As I hear the birds sing
Al-Hamdulillah for the melody they bring
As I watch the sun rise
Al-Hamdulillah for my eyes
As I wash in the stream
Al-Hamdulillah I am clean
As I pray my Salat
Al-Hamdulillah for the best start
As I share my gifts with neighbours
Al-Hamdulillah for Allah's favours
As I delight with my family
Al-Hamdulillah for their care for me
As I pray for forgiveness
Al-Hamdulillah for deliverance
As I open the Qur'an
Al-Hamdulillah for my Iman
As I understand and take heed
Al-Hamdulillah, Al-Hamdulillah
For all the good I receive.
Ayesha Bint Mahmood
Al-Hamdulillah I say
As I put on my dress
Al-Hamdulillah I express
As I fill my empty plate
Al-Hamdulillah I state
As I make ready to strive
Al-Hamdulillah for another day alive
As I hear the birds sing
Al-Hamdulillah for the melody they bring
As I watch the sun rise
Al-Hamdulillah for my eyes
As I wash in the stream
Al-Hamdulillah I am clean
As I pray my Salat
Al-Hamdulillah for the best start
As I share my gifts with neighbours
Al-Hamdulillah for Allah's favours
As I delight with my family
Al-Hamdulillah for their care for me
As I pray for forgiveness
Al-Hamdulillah for deliverance
As I open the Qur'an
Al-Hamdulillah for my Iman
As I understand and take heed
Al-Hamdulillah, Al-Hamdulillah
For all the good I receive.
Ayesha Bint Mahmood
Monday, March 06, 2006
A Boy Called MO
This is the story of a Muslim named Mo.
It’s a symbolic story that many of us may know.
He was born in a Muslim family but they were weak in the Deen.
He was a lovely child, he was more precious then anything you've seen.
He grew up so quick; it was just a flash before his parent’s eyes.
They didn't get to teach him about Islam. You know how the time just flies.
Before they knew it, they were sending him off to school.
They were so happy; he shined like a precious little jewel.
He was taught that he was a Muslim, but that's about all he knew.
He wanted to know more but his dad had way too many things to do.
He had cute little cheeks; they turned rosy as he got tired.
He was a handsome little guy, he was always admired.
But with his parents so busy, he never got to learn about Allah.
The days passed by and his parents never taught him how to do Salaah.
Some more years passed by, and by now his voice began to change.
He felt new emotions, and he liked them, even though they felt strange.
His dad finally took him one day to some Islamic Sunday school.
But he had already learned from his friends that religion just wasn't cool.
Time past by and the little man grew older.
With the passage of time his temper became bolder.
His mother was getting worried, he was found to be ditching school.
But she didn't say anything, or else his temper would flare up like fuel.
He would go to parties and come home all drunk.
And in some of his classes he was now beginning to flunk.
Her cute little rosy cheeked child had become a wild young man.
She cried every night because teaching him Islam was never in her plan.
He met a pretty girl named Rose; he thought he loved her for sure.
She noticed how he felt, so she asked him to go out with her.
He thought it was love at first sight; she kissed him on the first date.
But she just wanted to sleep with him, yet to that he had no debate.
He would go out all night with her, sometimes without even saying good-bye.
"Why didn't I show him the Deen?" His father could only cry.
He kept on partying while his family kept on weeping.
And he met other girls, and with them too he was also sleeping.
He started to look sick, and he wasn't really feeling so good.
His mother just had to cry, he didn't look like the way he should.
He went to the doctor for what he thought was a cold.
"Young man, you've got AIDS," is what he was told.
When his mom found out she just couldn't take the pain.
For not teaching him his Deen, she knew she was to blame.
Mo got sicker and you could see him getting weaker day by day.
And he didn't know Allah, so to Him he never prayed.
What could she do now for her once precious little guy?
She knew he needed the Deen, but now she could only cry.
His time came one day so the Angel came for his spirit.
His dad told him to say la ilaha illalah, but Mo didn't hear it.
"What's that dad? I can't seem to hear you, everything's going dull."
But before Mo ever heard it, the Angel was off with his soul.
His father fell to his knees and cried like he never did before.
He knew he should have taught him the Deen, so he felt guilty to the core.
This is the story of little Mo. Lets not let it be the story of our kid's situation.
So Please My Brothers And Sisters, Take This DEEN To The Next Generation!!!
It’s a symbolic story that many of us may know.
He was born in a Muslim family but they were weak in the Deen.
He was a lovely child, he was more precious then anything you've seen.
He grew up so quick; it was just a flash before his parent’s eyes.
They didn't get to teach him about Islam. You know how the time just flies.
Before they knew it, they were sending him off to school.
They were so happy; he shined like a precious little jewel.
He was taught that he was a Muslim, but that's about all he knew.
He wanted to know more but his dad had way too many things to do.
He had cute little cheeks; they turned rosy as he got tired.
He was a handsome little guy, he was always admired.
But with his parents so busy, he never got to learn about Allah.
The days passed by and his parents never taught him how to do Salaah.
Some more years passed by, and by now his voice began to change.
He felt new emotions, and he liked them, even though they felt strange.
His dad finally took him one day to some Islamic Sunday school.
But he had already learned from his friends that religion just wasn't cool.
Time past by and the little man grew older.
With the passage of time his temper became bolder.
His mother was getting worried, he was found to be ditching school.
But she didn't say anything, or else his temper would flare up like fuel.
He would go to parties and come home all drunk.
And in some of his classes he was now beginning to flunk.
Her cute little rosy cheeked child had become a wild young man.
She cried every night because teaching him Islam was never in her plan.
He met a pretty girl named Rose; he thought he loved her for sure.
She noticed how he felt, so she asked him to go out with her.
He thought it was love at first sight; she kissed him on the first date.
But she just wanted to sleep with him, yet to that he had no debate.
He would go out all night with her, sometimes without even saying good-bye.
"Why didn't I show him the Deen?" His father could only cry.
He kept on partying while his family kept on weeping.
And he met other girls, and with them too he was also sleeping.
He started to look sick, and he wasn't really feeling so good.
His mother just had to cry, he didn't look like the way he should.
He went to the doctor for what he thought was a cold.
"Young man, you've got AIDS," is what he was told.
When his mom found out she just couldn't take the pain.
For not teaching him his Deen, she knew she was to blame.
Mo got sicker and you could see him getting weaker day by day.
And he didn't know Allah, so to Him he never prayed.
What could she do now for her once precious little guy?
She knew he needed the Deen, but now she could only cry.
His time came one day so the Angel came for his spirit.
His dad told him to say la ilaha illalah, but Mo didn't hear it.
"What's that dad? I can't seem to hear you, everything's going dull."
But before Mo ever heard it, the Angel was off with his soul.
His father fell to his knees and cried like he never did before.
He knew he should have taught him the Deen, so he felt guilty to the core.
This is the story of little Mo. Lets not let it be the story of our kid's situation.
So Please My Brothers And Sisters, Take This DEEN To The Next Generation!!!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Spread Salam
Assalam-alaykum
Familiar faces we often greet
Exchanging dialogue while we meet
But as we gesture, respond and smile
Before we speak, just think a while
Welcome not wiz words unrewarding
'Hello', 'Good day', 'Good evening', 'Good morning'
But choose to radiate peace and calm
Offer a warm exchange of 'Salam!'
And peace on you' - comes the reply
Will bond our kinship and strenghen our tie
To those unknown, do not hesitate
We are one family in Islamic faith
Allah's servants of the sky
The Angels extend this humble reply
And our acceptance into Grace
yeilds 'Salam' ... a blessed fate
So give glad tidings with words serene
Spread the blessings of 'peace' - our Deen
And relish the good of this healing balm
And wish all our brothers and sisters 'Salam'
Author unknown
Familiar faces we often greet
Exchanging dialogue while we meet
But as we gesture, respond and smile
Before we speak, just think a while
Welcome not wiz words unrewarding
'Hello', 'Good day', 'Good evening', 'Good morning'
But choose to radiate peace and calm
Offer a warm exchange of 'Salam!'
And peace on you' - comes the reply
Will bond our kinship and strenghen our tie
To those unknown, do not hesitate
We are one family in Islamic faith
Allah's servants of the sky
The Angels extend this humble reply
And our acceptance into Grace
yeilds 'Salam' ... a blessed fate
So give glad tidings with words serene
Spread the blessings of 'peace' - our Deen
And relish the good of this healing balm
And wish all our brothers and sisters 'Salam'
Author unknown
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Women In Islam
| How do women fit into islam? What is their fate? This has been the subject of many a debate for the believing men and women, is a great reward' this is from surah al azaab, the words of our Lord it can be seen from reading the holy Quran that a woman has some privilege over a man Praying is exempted during menstruation Here islam gives women consideration a woman after marriage becomes a wife for nine long months she carries new life during childbirth she is exempted to fast islam is against the burying of girls in the past They can pray at the mosque or even at home They may marry or divorce , its their choice, their own after marriage she can retain her old maiden name and is rewarded for treating all her offspring the same once they are married they should live pious lives and the best men are those who are best to their wives Islam shows equality my sisters and brothers Don't forget paradise lies at the feet of your mothers women in the UK had property rights from 1938 this right was given by islam, 14 centuries to date in the UK, women could vote from 1918 this was stated 1400 years ago in islam our deen Women can work and lead a happily married life But shouldn't neglect her role as mother and wife a woman for her child's upbringing, deserves her credit islam also gives a woman the right to inherit a woman's status in islam, we should never neglect in islam they are favoured and deserve their respect |
Monday, February 20, 2006
The Buzz
The Buzz
by Ahmed
inspired by a talk given by Shaykh Ahmed Ali
Everyone is seeking to find
‘The buzz’, contentment and peace of mind
Some seek it in pubs and bars
Others try to find it in flash cars
Several try and find it in women
While others in Drugs, again and again
With these the buzz you may gain
Not lasting long, your efforts in vain
The truth is this is not where it can be found
So stop all this crazy fooling around
And remember your Lord in repentance and humility
For only through this will you find serenity and tranquillity
Give up this worldly and material yearn
Rather strive for Jannah, the beautiful place of final return
‘...Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest.’ Surah Ar-Ra'd Verse 28
by Ahmed
inspired by a talk given by Shaykh Ahmed Ali
Everyone is seeking to find
‘The buzz’, contentment and peace of mind
Some seek it in pubs and bars
Others try to find it in flash cars
Several try and find it in women
While others in Drugs, again and again
With these the buzz you may gain
Not lasting long, your efforts in vain
The truth is this is not where it can be found
So stop all this crazy fooling around
And remember your Lord in repentance and humility
For only through this will you find serenity and tranquillity
Give up this worldly and material yearn
Rather strive for Jannah, the beautiful place of final return
‘...Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest.’ Surah Ar-Ra'd Verse 28
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Words Of A Mujahideen
| Words of a Mujahideen Our purpose in life is only to please Allah And to revive the Quran and the Sunnah of Rasulullah For the materialistic world we have no joy or pleasure For Allah has promised us the keys to the greatest treasure Our sword is Imaan, which is unbreakable and in our hearts dear And our shield is dua, which is armoured with hope and fear We carry the banner of peace throughout the day And when the night falls in prostration we lay The tears that fall from our eyes shall never dry Until Allah is pleased with us or until we die It will not be long until we are reunited with Allah And in the company of the beloved Rasulullah Surely In the hearts of green birds we will meet, For Allah is pleased for we have done the righteous deed From Allah we came and to him is our final return Poem written by Forhad Uddin (Your brother in Islam) |
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Valentines in Islam
Valentines in Islam...
a Note from Satan
by Ahmed
The day has come
When I, Satan, will play you dumb
To approach 'The girl/ boy' is hard
so today break the ice with a card
You will send it to them with zeal
finally they will know how you feel
Oh Muslim dont you see
I watch you with glee
For now I have you trapped
Your heart once inclined towards Allah, I have snatched
I have now started you off on the slippery road
To Jahannam the dreadful abode.
Enjoy your Valentines day!
From Satan
a Note from Satan
by Ahmed
The day has come
When I, Satan, will play you dumb
To approach 'The girl/ boy' is hard
so today break the ice with a card
You will send it to them with zeal
finally they will know how you feel
Oh Muslim dont you see
I watch you with glee
For now I have you trapped
Your heart once inclined towards Allah, I have snatched
I have now started you off on the slippery road
To Jahannam the dreadful abode.
Enjoy your Valentines day!
From Satan
Monday, February 06, 2006
Satan's Poem
Satan's Poem to a Muslim
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Hand out Valentines cards
I’ll try get you in Hellfire too
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Hand out Valentines cards
I’ll try get you in Hellfire too
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Islam is...
I S L A M
Islam is peace, Islam is ease.
Islam is not danger or disease.
Islam is love and prosperity.
Islam is not hatred or adversity.
Islam is salvation through repentance.
Islam has love for all in abundance.
Islam means no harm or affliction.
Islam implores you with affection.
Islam is neither maze nor craze.
Islam is giving Allah all praise.
Islam is acing through the race.
Islam will be on everyone's face.
Islam is worshipping only the Creator.
Islam is not mere numbers on a calculator.
Islam gives you power when you surrender.
Islam is not a terrorist or for a pretender.
Islam is patience and perseverance.
Islam eases your vengeance through tolerance.
Islam is life for all eternity.
Islam gives you respect, moreover dignity.
Islam is winning hearts through honesty.
Islam is giving openly in charity.
Islam makes you wholesome and trustworthy.
Islam is in wealth as well as in poverty.
Islam is your shield against all evil.
Islam is for your soul's retrieval.
Islam is not fundamentalism or fanaticism.
Islam is not nationalism or racism.
Islam is peace, Islam is ease.
Islam is not danger or disease.
Islam is love and prosperity.
Islam is not hatred or adversity.
Islam is salvation through repentance.
Islam has love for all in abundance.
Islam means no harm or affliction.
Islam implores you with affection.
Islam is neither maze nor craze.
Islam is giving Allah all praise.
Islam is acing through the race.
Islam will be on everyone's face.
Islam is worshipping only the Creator.
Islam is not mere numbers on a calculator.
Islam gives you power when you surrender.
Islam is not a terrorist or for a pretender.
Islam is patience and perseverance.
Islam eases your vengeance through tolerance.
Islam is life for all eternity.
Islam gives you respect, moreover dignity.
Islam is winning hearts through honesty.
Islam is giving openly in charity.
Islam makes you wholesome and trustworthy.
Islam is in wealth as well as in poverty.
Islam is your shield against all evil.
Islam is for your soul's retrieval.
Islam is not fundamentalism or fanaticism.
Islam is not nationalism or racism.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
What Is The Image The Youth Is Following Today?
What is the image, the youth follow today?
Who without a shadow of doubt have truly gone astray,
Gold chains and rings is the new trend they adorn,
Changing cloths like the weather before they are torn.
The fastest of cars they want to drive,
Into the world of the gangster they all want to dive.
Little do they know, what for them is in store,
But any other way of life for them now seems a bore.
With the smoking of a spliff, they seem to begin,
And not before long, they refuse to call it a sin.
Then they are tempted by crack and cocaine,
These are the drugs that drive people insane.
Those who are dealers will see the young blood,
It will convince them, to sell to the boys in the hood.
Soon he will see how quick money will be made,
To harden himself he begins to carry a blade.
Not before long he’s driving a flash car,
Thinking to himself, that his gonna get very far.
Slowly but surely up that ladder he will climb,
Risking it all for the dollar and dime.
Now that he’s big he walks around strapped,
In a web of destruction, he is now trapped,
Life will now take him one of three ways,
If he thinks he’s too big he will get blazed.
Or even end up on the run with nowhere to hide,
And when the law catches up he’ll end up inside.
Or so addicted he becomes on the crack and cocaine,
That these things alone will drive him insane.
So the life of a gangster aint all that it seems,
Let that kind of life just remain in your dreams.
You Wanna Be A Gangster ? Think Again!!!!
Who without a shadow of doubt have truly gone astray,
Gold chains and rings is the new trend they adorn,
Changing cloths like the weather before they are torn.
The fastest of cars they want to drive,
Into the world of the gangster they all want to dive.
Little do they know, what for them is in store,
But any other way of life for them now seems a bore.
With the smoking of a spliff, they seem to begin,
And not before long, they refuse to call it a sin.
Then they are tempted by crack and cocaine,
These are the drugs that drive people insane.
Those who are dealers will see the young blood,
It will convince them, to sell to the boys in the hood.
Soon he will see how quick money will be made,
To harden himself he begins to carry a blade.
Not before long he’s driving a flash car,
Thinking to himself, that his gonna get very far.
Slowly but surely up that ladder he will climb,
Risking it all for the dollar and dime.
Now that he’s big he walks around strapped,
In a web of destruction, he is now trapped,
Life will now take him one of three ways,
If he thinks he’s too big he will get blazed.
Or even end up on the run with nowhere to hide,
And when the law catches up he’ll end up inside.
Or so addicted he becomes on the crack and cocaine,
That these things alone will drive him insane.
So the life of a gangster aint all that it seems,
Let that kind of life just remain in your dreams.
You Wanna Be A Gangster ? Think Again!!!!
Muslims Today...
Muslims Today...
by Ahmed
In big mansions and homes we dwell
Our wardrobes we continuously swell
Flashy and Fast cars we love to drive
For the hereafter we have forgotten to strive
All this for fame and show
Yet 6 feet under we all have to go
Two white sheets we will adorn
Until Israfeel will blow the horn
And then again we will be raised
Judgement day we shall be appraised
Each good deed
Every bad deed
Will be put on the scale
This test will we pass or fail?
Destination Heaven or Hell, the eternal abode
Choose now, while you can, your preferred road!
by Ahmed
In big mansions and homes we dwell
Our wardrobes we continuously swell
Flashy and Fast cars we love to drive
For the hereafter we have forgotten to strive
All this for fame and show
Yet 6 feet under we all have to go
Two white sheets we will adorn
Until Israfeel will blow the horn
And then again we will be raised
Judgement day we shall be appraised
Each good deed
Every bad deed
Will be put on the scale
This test will we pass or fail?
Destination Heaven or Hell, the eternal abode
Choose now, while you can, your preferred road!
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Paradise
Paradise
Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
The Prophet's Mosque
The Prophet's Mosque
With lightness of foot the gentle camel came
fearing to jolt the Prophet holding its rein.
With grace it had moved over the hot dessert sand
obeying the touch of its kind master's hand.
A cloud had shadowed them all along the way
and shielded them from the fierce sun's rays.
As they reached Medina children raced to his side
and the Prophet dismounted, patting his ride.
"Where shall we build the Mosque," in haste they enquired
as the Prophet released his camel that was happy yet tired.
"Be patient," he said "In a moment you will see
where the camel takes its rest that's the place it will be."
As the camel sat down in a very blessed place
happiness spread over everyone's face
they knew where they must build at last
and brought wood and palms very fast.
A fine, yet humble Mosque stood upon the site
and the Prophet worshiped there day and night.
He thanked Allah for the safety of his ride,
for the camel that had carried him and those by his side
With lightness of foot the gentle camel came
fearing to jolt the Prophet holding its rein.
With grace it had moved over the hot dessert sand
obeying the touch of its kind master's hand.
A cloud had shadowed them all along the way
and shielded them from the fierce sun's rays.
As they reached Medina children raced to his side
and the Prophet dismounted, patting his ride.
"Where shall we build the Mosque," in haste they enquired
as the Prophet released his camel that was happy yet tired.
"Be patient," he said "In a moment you will see
where the camel takes its rest that's the place it will be."
As the camel sat down in a very blessed place
happiness spread over everyone's face
they knew where they must build at last
and brought wood and palms very fast.
A fine, yet humble Mosque stood upon the site
and the Prophet worshiped there day and night.
He thanked Allah for the safety of his ride,
for the camel that had carried him and those by his side
Thursday, December 22, 2005
And We Call Ourselves Believers...
And We Call Ourselves Believers...
By Masood
In the time of the Prophet, even the hypocrites prayed in the masjid every day.
And we call ourselves believers, but in a masjid many of us hardly ever pray.
They would fast in Ramadan and they would give some money in zakat too.
And we call ourselves believers; would our bellies and pockets say we're true?
They acted and they prayed as if they were the true lovers of this deen.
And we call ourselves believers, but is salah even in our daily routine?
They gave money in sadaqa, even though it caused their hearts much pain.
And we call ourselves believers, yet in sadaqa, many of us totally refrain.
They acted as if they loved the Quran, they memorized it and all.
And we call ourselves believers, but many of us only hang it on our wall.
They even went to the masjid when they heard Bilal's mighty call.
And we call ourselves believers; yet many miss salah for stuff like the mall.
They pretended that they loved you, they would even hug and kiss you.
And we call ourselves believers; yet anger runs between some of us like a flu.
They followed some sunnah, however they did it just for show.
And we call ourselves believers, yet the sunnah many of us just forgo.
They said La ilaha illalah, but will go to the Nar because they weren't sincere.
And we call ourselves believers, yet to the deen, many of us don't adhere.
In there hearts was a nasty disease, yet they acted as if they really cared.
And we call ourselves believers, and yet, its our actions that seem impaired.
Comparing ourselves to those hypocrites is an interesting perspective.
And we call ourselves believers, yet even compared to them many of us seem defective.
They were the enemies of Allah, yet to Him they acted as if they were dear,
And we call ourselves believers; well then, lets put this faith of ours in gear!
By Masood
In the time of the Prophet, even the hypocrites prayed in the masjid every day.
And we call ourselves believers, but in a masjid many of us hardly ever pray.
They would fast in Ramadan and they would give some money in zakat too.
And we call ourselves believers; would our bellies and pockets say we're true?
They acted and they prayed as if they were the true lovers of this deen.
And we call ourselves believers, but is salah even in our daily routine?
They gave money in sadaqa, even though it caused their hearts much pain.
And we call ourselves believers, yet in sadaqa, many of us totally refrain.
They acted as if they loved the Quran, they memorized it and all.
And we call ourselves believers, but many of us only hang it on our wall.
They even went to the masjid when they heard Bilal's mighty call.
And we call ourselves believers; yet many miss salah for stuff like the mall.
They pretended that they loved you, they would even hug and kiss you.
And we call ourselves believers; yet anger runs between some of us like a flu.
They followed some sunnah, however they did it just for show.
And we call ourselves believers, yet the sunnah many of us just forgo.
They said La ilaha illalah, but will go to the Nar because they weren't sincere.
And we call ourselves believers, yet to the deen, many of us don't adhere.
In there hearts was a nasty disease, yet they acted as if they really cared.
And we call ourselves believers, and yet, its our actions that seem impaired.
Comparing ourselves to those hypocrites is an interesting perspective.
And we call ourselves believers, yet even compared to them many of us seem defective.
They were the enemies of Allah, yet to Him they acted as if they were dear,
And we call ourselves believers; well then, lets put this faith of ours in gear!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Our Beloved Nabi (pbuh)
Our Beloved Nabi (pbuh)
by Hafiz Imtiaz Kathrada
Years, Decades, Centuries...time had passed
Young, All, Old...were lost in the past
Vice, Evil, Sin...had spread so fast
A Messenger, Prophet, Saviour...was born at last
Sent as a guidance to mankind
The world's complication did he unwind
Our salvation, his day and night concern
The hereafter being the point of no return
Days, Weeks, Months...years have gone
Piety, Goodness, Devotion...changes have dawn
Peace, Love, Unity...mercy has drawn
Help, Guidance, Direction...a Saviour was born
His heart bore constant remembrance
His actions leading to eternal deliverance
His speech knocked at every heart
His finger split the moon apart
Poverty, Difficulty, Hunger...Patiently did he bear
Just, Righteous, Fair...piety did he wear
Concerned, Worried, Crying...always did he care
Striving, Efforts, Sacrifice...darkness did he tear
Peace, Harmony, Security...marked his presence
Disorder, Chaos, Danger...marks his absence.
An Nasihah, April 2003
by Hafiz Imtiaz Kathrada
Years, Decades, Centuries...time had passed
Young, All, Old...were lost in the past
Vice, Evil, Sin...had spread so fast
A Messenger, Prophet, Saviour...was born at last
Sent as a guidance to mankind
The world's complication did he unwind
Our salvation, his day and night concern
The hereafter being the point of no return
Days, Weeks, Months...years have gone
Piety, Goodness, Devotion...changes have dawn
Peace, Love, Unity...mercy has drawn
Help, Guidance, Direction...a Saviour was born
His heart bore constant remembrance
His actions leading to eternal deliverance
His speech knocked at every heart
His finger split the moon apart
Poverty, Difficulty, Hunger...Patiently did he bear
Just, Righteous, Fair...piety did he wear
Concerned, Worried, Crying...always did he care
Striving, Efforts, Sacrifice...darkness did he tear
Peace, Harmony, Security...marked his presence
Disorder, Chaos, Danger...marks his absence.
An Nasihah, April 2003
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Hajj Requests
Hajj Requests
by Ahmed
Friends and the family ask for the same
'In your duas please mention my name
and in the Prophets Masjid convey my salams
pray Allah one day takes me to those blessed lands'
I nod my head and signify acceptance
and ask them to pray I make the distance
To travel safely and with immunity
and that I am able to utilise this opportunity
that Allah has granted me
In fulfilling my islamic Hajj duty!
Inshallah, I will make dua for everyone and I bid you all EID MUBARAK in advance.
by Ahmed
Friends and the family ask for the same
'In your duas please mention my name
and in the Prophets Masjid convey my salams
pray Allah one day takes me to those blessed lands'
I nod my head and signify acceptance
and ask them to pray I make the distance
To travel safely and with immunity
and that I am able to utilise this opportunity
that Allah has granted me
In fulfilling my islamic Hajj duty!
Inshallah, I will make dua for everyone and I bid you all EID MUBARAK in advance.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
To The People Of The World
TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD
This is the story that must be told
of an Iraqi baby, not very old.
Lying in her crib one star lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?
She lay there quietly touching her nose,
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,
Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
Talking to someone, who could it be?
An angel is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.
The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.
The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...
No one knows how long she lie there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?
Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?
Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.
Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!
I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!
Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother? It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!
How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream.
This is the story that must be told
of an Iraqi baby, not very old.
Lying in her crib one star lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?
She lay there quietly touching her nose,
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,
Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
Talking to someone, who could it be?
An angel is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.
The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.
The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...
No one knows how long she lie there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?
Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?
Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.
Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!
I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!
Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother? It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!
How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Hajj
HAJJ
This sacred journey we undertake,
Is purely done for Allah’s sake,
But when to Makkah Muslims go,
They must have the means you know,
And the Hajj will have more benefit,
For Pilgrims who are physically fit.
They’ll see the Ka’bah or Baitullah,
Which is the Qiblah in our Salah,
They will wear lhram you see,
Make Tawaf and perform Sa'e,
Which are rituals they must make,
While the Hajj they undertake.
And at Arafat they will meet,
Despite the blazing sun and heat,
And the Hajj will reach its peak,
While Allah’s Mercy pilgrims seek,
No matter what their colour or race,
To seek His pleasure and His Grace.
So much there is to learn and see,
When Muslims display such unity,
They who come from near and far,
And it doesn’t matter who they are,
As long as Allah is their goal,
And they purify their soul.
Remember too, right from the start,
Virtues of each Rukn form part,
Of the Hajj in all its essence,
Not to mention all the lessons,
And the blessings without measure,
That we get by the Almighty's pleasure.
This sacred journey we undertake,
Is purely done for Allah’s sake,
But when to Makkah Muslims go,
They must have the means you know,
And the Hajj will have more benefit,
For Pilgrims who are physically fit.
They’ll see the Ka’bah or Baitullah,
Which is the Qiblah in our Salah,
They will wear lhram you see,
Make Tawaf and perform Sa'e,
Which are rituals they must make,
While the Hajj they undertake.
And at Arafat they will meet,
Despite the blazing sun and heat,
And the Hajj will reach its peak,
While Allah’s Mercy pilgrims seek,
No matter what their colour or race,
To seek His pleasure and His Grace.
So much there is to learn and see,
When Muslims display such unity,
They who come from near and far,
And it doesn’t matter who they are,
As long as Allah is their goal,
And they purify their soul.
Remember too, right from the start,
Virtues of each Rukn form part,
Of the Hajj in all its essence,
Not to mention all the lessons,
And the blessings without measure,
That we get by the Almighty's pleasure.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
The Sahabah
The Sahabah (companions of the Prophet pbuh)
by Ahmed
Many hardships the companions did endure
Yet on Tauheed they kept their hearts pure
Their gaze fixed on the reward of the hereafter
Unlike us, passing our time in joy and laughter
The services they gave to our deen
The likes of which we have never seen
The pleasure of Allah and His Rasul their aim
They gave up lives of luxuries and fame
We have acknowledged their good status
Then why does this not give us impetus
To strive and work to be like they were
Instead to be like pop stars and celebrities we prefer?
O Muslim! Leave the kuffar ways before you are seized
Instead adopt the way of the Sahabah’s with whom Allah is pleased!
by Ahmed
Many hardships the companions did endure
Yet on Tauheed they kept their hearts pure
Their gaze fixed on the reward of the hereafter
Unlike us, passing our time in joy and laughter
The services they gave to our deen
The likes of which we have never seen
The pleasure of Allah and His Rasul their aim
They gave up lives of luxuries and fame
We have acknowledged their good status
Then why does this not give us impetus
To strive and work to be like they were
Instead to be like pop stars and celebrities we prefer?
O Muslim! Leave the kuffar ways before you are seized
Instead adopt the way of the Sahabah’s with whom Allah is pleased!
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
When a person fears Allah...
When a person fears Allah...
Author unknown
When a person fears Allah you can tell
How many times a day do you ponder over Hell?
And whether you enter it and stay
Or whether you’ll be released after you pay
You can see it in his face and in his eyes
In what he will cling to and what he will despise
In what is the center of his attraction
In how he defines the word satisfaction
In how he stops to think before an action
In how he hates spiritual distraction
In how restless is his relaxation
In how remembrance of Allah is his favorite vacation
In how cautious is his enjoyment
In how particular he is about his employment
In the direction in which he casts his glances
In how when it comes to his soul he doesn’t take chances
In the secretive way he shares his money
In faith he finds a taste much sweeter than honey
In his poverty to Allah he has found Richness in His Pleasure
In his emptying his heart in repentance he has found forgiveness beyond measure
In his isolation with his Lord he feels overwhelmed with the company of blessings
In his hatred of ignorance and fearing a return to a life of transgressing
In how taqwa is his leader, not his desires
In how clear and lofty are the goals for which he aspires
In how he tames his stomach and incarcerates his tongue
In how readily he submits to the truth when it’s brung
In how he smiles at the believers and frowns at his sins
In how smooth and loving he is with his wife knowing that gentleness always wins
In how he ponders over the creation of his Lord increasing in insight and joy!
Fortifying his faith with tawheed knowing what shirk can destroy
By Allah I love this person and love to watch and count his ways
By Allah I miss this person who seems so rare these days!
Author unknown
When a person fears Allah you can tell
How many times a day do you ponder over Hell?
And whether you enter it and stay
Or whether you’ll be released after you pay
You can see it in his face and in his eyes
In what he will cling to and what he will despise
In what is the center of his attraction
In how he defines the word satisfaction
In how he stops to think before an action
In how he hates spiritual distraction
In how restless is his relaxation
In how remembrance of Allah is his favorite vacation
In how cautious is his enjoyment
In how particular he is about his employment
In the direction in which he casts his glances
In how when it comes to his soul he doesn’t take chances
In the secretive way he shares his money
In faith he finds a taste much sweeter than honey
In his poverty to Allah he has found Richness in His Pleasure
In his emptying his heart in repentance he has found forgiveness beyond measure
In his isolation with his Lord he feels overwhelmed with the company of blessings
In his hatred of ignorance and fearing a return to a life of transgressing
In how taqwa is his leader, not his desires
In how clear and lofty are the goals for which he aspires
In how he tames his stomach and incarcerates his tongue
In how readily he submits to the truth when it’s brung
In how he smiles at the believers and frowns at his sins
In how smooth and loving he is with his wife knowing that gentleness always wins
In how he ponders over the creation of his Lord increasing in insight and joy!
Fortifying his faith with tawheed knowing what shirk can destroy
By Allah I love this person and love to watch and count his ways
By Allah I miss this person who seems so rare these days!
See also: Lessons from a Donkey
Saturday, December 03, 2005
The Prophet Muhammed (SAW)
Prophet Muhammad (SAW)
When truth was lost and hearts frozen
from You, Allah came a Prophet, chosen.
Blessed Prophet Muhammad, obedient to You
taught us the things we ought to do.
He taught us for certain that You are One
and that You have neither a daughter nor son.
He taught us to be good to our mother and father
and that Paradise lies under the feet of our mother.
I love you my Prophet and sing your praise
and follow your Sunna, Prophetic Ways.
One day I will come to visit your tomb
Insh'Allah, that day will be very soon.
When truth was lost and hearts frozen
from You, Allah came a Prophet, chosen.
Blessed Prophet Muhammad, obedient to You
taught us the things we ought to do.
He taught us for certain that You are One
and that You have neither a daughter nor son.
He taught us to be good to our mother and father
and that Paradise lies under the feet of our mother.
I love you my Prophet and sing your praise
and follow your Sunna, Prophetic Ways.
One day I will come to visit your tomb
Insh'Allah, that day will be very soon.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
The Wedding!
THE WEDDING!
By Justice Mufti Taqi Usmani
They first met at a den of sin and vice
the meeting criteria being; was the other looking nice
Never was their criteria Deen
In fact Deen in them, couldn't be seen.
After many a lewd and very crude an interlude
the details of which, often, were very rude
they decided to tie the knot
rather than wallow and rot
Then came the engagement function
quite contrary to the Shari injunction
With free intermingling of the sexes
it, one with an iota of Imaan vexes
Suddenly the telephone, an important tool
became the plaything of these Shaytaani fools
Long before the prolonged nikah date
they behaved as if they were intimate mates
Finally came the big wedding 'do'
with them trying to be like the Jones's too!
The bride sat like a waxen puppet on the stage
much to her Lord's rage
With all and sundry viewing and even kissing the bride
isn't Jahanum for them a complimentary ride?
Do they entertain a hope of this marriage to last
when they do not hold onto Deen fast?
Article taken from Darul-Ihsan Research & Eduation Centre
By Justice Mufti Taqi Usmani
They first met at a den of sin and vice
the meeting criteria being; was the other looking nice
Never was their criteria Deen
In fact Deen in them, couldn't be seen.
After many a lewd and very crude an interlude
the details of which, often, were very rude
they decided to tie the knot
rather than wallow and rot
Then came the engagement function
quite contrary to the Shari injunction
With free intermingling of the sexes
it, one with an iota of Imaan vexes
Suddenly the telephone, an important tool
became the plaything of these Shaytaani fools
Long before the prolonged nikah date
they behaved as if they were intimate mates
Finally came the big wedding 'do'
with them trying to be like the Jones's too!
The bride sat like a waxen puppet on the stage
much to her Lord's rage
With all and sundry viewing and even kissing the bride
isn't Jahanum for them a complimentary ride?
Do they entertain a hope of this marriage to last
when they do not hold onto Deen fast?
Article taken from Darul-Ihsan Research & Eduation Centre
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Judgement Day
JUDGEMENT DAY
Author unknown
For the final time the trumpet is sounded,
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It's all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah's greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in your prayers I am included!
Author unknown
For the final time the trumpet is sounded,
You awake from your grave shocked and dumbfounded,
The day will begin with Allah descending,
This is for real, it aint no pretending
Followed by angels who stand all in rows,
Judgement Day is here, and this is how it goes
The scales of justice will be brought before man,
Now you shall have to explain your whole life span
What you did in the open and what you concealed
From big to small shall today be revealed
Men in shear horror will run to one another
But no one can save you, not even your mother
You're standing there naked as the day you were born
This day would come to be, that Allah has sworn
Your deeds shall today be weighed in a scale
This shall determine if you pass or fail
Heaven and Hell shall be brought into vision
Allah alone shall make the ultimate decision
It's all up to you now, make up your mind
See Allah's greatness, and don¹t be blind
To all brothers and sisters I'd like to say
Ask for forgiveness and do that today
Don't be foolish and follow shaitaan,
He's out to strip us of our Imaan
We've lived in this world all so deluded
Finally, I hope in your prayers I am included!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Islam - A World Of Peace And Love
| Islam - A World Of Love And Peace A world where people love to smile, And send good wishes all the while. A world where people offer peace, And good words from them never cease. A world where people do not hoard, But give to those who can't afford. A world where people help defend, And heal the wounds and try to mend. A world where people share a gift, And help the pauper's spirit lift. A world where people feel no pride, But live together side by side. A world where people purify, And always on their Lord rely. This world, we have it in our palm. Dear people, It Is Al - Islam By Nabeela Malik And Tanzeela Mahmood |
Thursday, November 17, 2005
A Good Death
A GOOD DEATH
by Ahmed
My time has come quickly so
I thought I had ages left to go
My Lord constantly on my mind
My heart praising the Divine
Punctually 5 times salah I would pray
Reciting Quran I always started my day
The daily duas devotedly memorised
Each opportunity they were utilised
Showing kindness to all those I met
Prophet Muhammads (pbuh) teachings I did not forget
In this way my Imaan became strong
So Allah would save me from doing wrong
And when I did do any bad deed
I would repent sincerely with great speed
Asking Allah for a clean sheet
The Masjid my frequent retreat
Listening to the Shaykhs true advice
I acted on it without even blinking twice
Death will come to me like a nice breeze
The angels take my soul with ease
May Allah give all the Muslimeen death upon Imaan
Ameen
by Ahmed
My time has come quickly so
I thought I had ages left to go
My Lord constantly on my mind
My heart praising the Divine
Punctually 5 times salah I would pray
Reciting Quran I always started my day
The daily duas devotedly memorised
Each opportunity they were utilised
Showing kindness to all those I met
Prophet Muhammads (pbuh) teachings I did not forget
In this way my Imaan became strong
So Allah would save me from doing wrong
And when I did do any bad deed
I would repent sincerely with great speed
Asking Allah for a clean sheet
The Masjid my frequent retreat
Listening to the Shaykhs true advice
I acted on it without even blinking twice
Death will come to me like a nice breeze
The angels take my soul with ease
May Allah give all the Muslimeen death upon Imaan
Ameen
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
A Bad Death
A BAD DEATH
by Ahmed
My time has come quickly so
I thought I had ages left to go
I liked to look slick
Flirting gave me the ‘kick’
Out I went to just chill
With my mates for that buzz and thrill
But along with them little I did know
That from Islam I was distancing myself slow
Like this my Imaan did fade
In sins I began to wade
Death has come around for us
Now I want to catch the Islam bus
Sadly it is too late
I am to suffer the worst fate
Death will come to me with pain
The Shaykhs past warnings in vain
I should have taken heed
And without delay started amassing many good deed
My friends take this poem not lightly
Now is the time to take up Islam fully
May Allah save all the Muslimeen from the pains of death
Ameen
by Ahmed
My time has come quickly so
I thought I had ages left to go
I liked to look slick
Flirting gave me the ‘kick’
Out I went to just chill
With my mates for that buzz and thrill
But along with them little I did know
That from Islam I was distancing myself slow
Like this my Imaan did fade
In sins I began to wade
Death has come around for us
Now I want to catch the Islam bus
Sadly it is too late
I am to suffer the worst fate
Death will come to me with pain
The Shaykhs past warnings in vain
I should have taken heed
And without delay started amassing many good deed
My friends take this poem not lightly
Now is the time to take up Islam fully
May Allah save all the Muslimeen from the pains of death
Ameen
Friday, November 11, 2005
I Asked For Strength
I asked for Strength.........And Allah gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom.........And Allah gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity.........And Allah gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage.........And Allah gave me Danger to overcome. I asked for Love..........And Allah gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors.........And Allah gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted ........I received everything I needed!
I asked for Wisdom.........And Allah gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity.........And Allah gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage.........And Allah gave me Danger to overcome. I asked for Love..........And Allah gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors.........And Allah gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted ........I received everything I needed!
Ahad Ahad
| Why shed these tears of sorrow? Why shed these tears of grief? Ya nafsy how soon you forget, After trials come sweet relief Why turn you from Ar-Rahman? Why yearn for a listening friend? Ya nafsy, do you not remember, On ALLAH (SWT), you must depend? Have you not read those stories, Of the trials in days gone by, Of the Sahabi beloved by ALLAH (SWT), Who for ALLAH (SWT)’s cause did strive? Why loosen your hold upon him? Why fling away, His outstretched Hand? Ya nafsy, do you not remember, Bilal's Sabr on the blazing sand? "Ahad! Ahad!" He cried, While his flesh did drip and burn. "Ahad! Ahad!" He cried, To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned. Have you forgotten the firmness of Hamza, As the gleaming swords did fall? With Sabr he turned to ALLAH (SWT), As the Quraish did slice and maul. Why drown in salty tear drops? How can you dare compare your pain? To that of Yasir and Summayah, As they lay tortured on the scorching plain? Have you forgotten the charring of Khabbab, As on burning coals he lay? Ya nafsy how meagre your suffering, Wherefore do you lose your way? Why befriend you not Al-Wali? Why not in Salat to Him complain? Like Job who only to Allah, Turned in all his grief and pain? Forget you that trials in this life, Cleanse your heart and make it clean? Ya nafsy, why all this sadness? Do you not wish your heart to gleam? Be patient in all your hardships, ALLAH (SWT) hears your cries of woe. So trust Him and His Hikma, For He knows best and not you. So tighten your hold upon him, Lest He withdraw His outstretched Hand! And remember the example of Bilal, As he lay anchored on the blazing sand. "Ahad! Ahad!" he cried, While his flesh did drip and burn. "Ahad! Ahad!" he cried, To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned. |
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Hijab
HIJAB
A very good poem for the sisters to ponder over :)
What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free
All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair
Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated
They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'
Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused
They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice
They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged
All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above
On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules
Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty
See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy
Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me
We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight
So when people ask you how you feel about that hood
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good'
A very good poem for the sisters to ponder over :)
What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free
All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair
Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated
They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'
Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused
They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice
They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged
All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above
On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules
Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty
See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy
Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me
We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight
So when people ask you how you feel about that hood
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good'
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
The Ultimate Computer Virus
THE ULTIMATE COMPUTER VIRUS
Shaitaan held a meeting one day,
Furious as he watched the muslims in Ramadan pray,
And he spoke at length of his ancient plans and dreams,
And shouted long and hard emitting screams.
If they go on at this rate,
They’ll all enter Paradise through Rayyan’s gate,
But I promised to lead the children of Aadam astray,
This Ramadan thing’s clearly not going my way
So one of his chained jinns looked up from the devilish herds,
And said if ye bid me sire to say some words,
I have just the plan to fool the muslim ummah,
And seduce them away from that place called Jannah
Pray tell, my devilish companion…..Please
We must lower those muslims by degrees,
For their good deeds have become vast like the seas,
I’m going to lose my reputation as Iblees!
Microchips –Its called the internet
Its an idea you gotta hear-you won’t regret,
I’ve thought long and hard about this one,
And boy,Oh boy…is this some fun.
At the touch of a keyboard they have an Islamic forum,
Where they think they’re increasing their imaan with much decorum,
And they log on and click with their mouse,
Not realising they’ve entered a room from shaitaan’s house.
We’ll teach them to backbite, argue and fight,
They’ll leave reciting the Quran and lose their heavenly light,
Sufis verus salafis and vice versa,
All at the click of a mouse and cursor.
At the touch of a button they can curse the scholars,
Nowadays a laptop costs just a few hundred dollars,
And they’ll type bad words about Ibn Arabi and Ibn Taymeeyah,
Without any knowledge of the sciences of the Shariah
Non-Mahrems can interact on chatrooms from Pakistan to France,
What began as da’wah often ends up in Romance,
Tahajjud prayers go out of the window,
The troops of hell will just grow and grow
We’ll drown them in information overload,
Hell will be waiting; their final abode,
Lost in useless bits, bytes and endless sights
Ghaflah,Ghaflah- They’ll waste their nights
Instead of using tasbeehs for performing dhikr
We’ll create nonsensical arguments and make them bicker,
And brother against brother shall live in divide,
Through endless debates we’ll inject poison inside
As for the very sinful, there’ll be pornography
And music dancing and much debauchery,
Who can resist those pop-up windows?
Can you see ,master, muslims entering hell in their throes?
The ultimate computer virus is called shaitaan,
That Trojan horse will snatch away your precious imaan,
He’s an evil whizz who has lots of experience
His aim in life is to take your soul to decadence
Oh Slave of Allah(swt) be not so sordid,
Your internet access is being tapped and recorded
By the noble angels on your shoulders that accompany you,
You might escape human cameras but you can’t escape Allah’s view
Say a’oodhubillah, And don’t waste your time
Spend each moment in dhikr of the divine,
Use technology to please the Lord of Creation
Avoid trivial pursuits and satanic temptation
~by a Member on SF,wishing to remain anonymous
Please keep the member who contributed such an insightful poem in your duaas as well as us and our loved ones.
**This post was found on excellent islamic blog Journey Ends**
Shaitaan held a meeting one day,
Furious as he watched the muslims in Ramadan pray,
And he spoke at length of his ancient plans and dreams,
And shouted long and hard emitting screams.
If they go on at this rate,
They’ll all enter Paradise through Rayyan’s gate,
But I promised to lead the children of Aadam astray,
This Ramadan thing’s clearly not going my way
So one of his chained jinns looked up from the devilish herds,
And said if ye bid me sire to say some words,
I have just the plan to fool the muslim ummah,
And seduce them away from that place called Jannah
Pray tell, my devilish companion…..Please
We must lower those muslims by degrees,
For their good deeds have become vast like the seas,
I’m going to lose my reputation as Iblees!
Microchips –Its called the internet
Its an idea you gotta hear-you won’t regret,
I’ve thought long and hard about this one,
And boy,Oh boy…is this some fun.
At the touch of a keyboard they have an Islamic forum,
Where they think they’re increasing their imaan with much decorum,
And they log on and click with their mouse,
Not realising they’ve entered a room from shaitaan’s house.
We’ll teach them to backbite, argue and fight,
They’ll leave reciting the Quran and lose their heavenly light,
Sufis verus salafis and vice versa,
All at the click of a mouse and cursor.
At the touch of a button they can curse the scholars,
Nowadays a laptop costs just a few hundred dollars,
And they’ll type bad words about Ibn Arabi and Ibn Taymeeyah,
Without any knowledge of the sciences of the Shariah
Non-Mahrems can interact on chatrooms from Pakistan to France,
What began as da’wah often ends up in Romance,
Tahajjud prayers go out of the window,
The troops of hell will just grow and grow
We’ll drown them in information overload,
Hell will be waiting; their final abode,
Lost in useless bits, bytes and endless sights
Ghaflah,Ghaflah- They’ll waste their nights
Instead of using tasbeehs for performing dhikr
We’ll create nonsensical arguments and make them bicker,
And brother against brother shall live in divide,
Through endless debates we’ll inject poison inside
As for the very sinful, there’ll be pornography
And music dancing and much debauchery,
Who can resist those pop-up windows?
Can you see ,master, muslims entering hell in their throes?
The ultimate computer virus is called shaitaan,
That Trojan horse will snatch away your precious imaan,
He’s an evil whizz who has lots of experience
His aim in life is to take your soul to decadence
Oh Slave of Allah(swt) be not so sordid,
Your internet access is being tapped and recorded
By the noble angels on your shoulders that accompany you,
You might escape human cameras but you can’t escape Allah’s view
Say a’oodhubillah, And don’t waste your time
Spend each moment in dhikr of the divine,
Use technology to please the Lord of Creation
Avoid trivial pursuits and satanic temptation
~by a Member on SF,wishing to remain anonymous
Please keep the member who contributed such an insightful poem in your duaas as well as us and our loved ones.
**This post was found on excellent islamic blog Journey Ends**
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
I Love Eid
It is Eid today! It is Eid today! I can see the tiny new moon Up there, in the heavenly sky, Surrounded by beautiful twinkling stars! Heralding the happy coming of Eid, It is Eid today! Thank you, Almighty Allah! For giving us so much happiness, For the moon and the stars And everything we have, The glad tidings of the season That reminds us of your Greatness, The acts of purification we undergo To show you our loyalty, The prayers we say To seek from you Blessings On this occasion of Eid, Which brings so much joy. It is Eid Today! |
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Eid Celebration!
Eid Celebration! by Maariyah, aged 9, from Bradford, England.
Eid is coming
I just can't wait
Time to get ready
and CELEBRATE!
Busy buying presnts
for relatives and they
just can't wait and
remember one thing
on this day never fight
just be happy
SO HAPPY EID CELEBRATIONS!
Eid is coming
I just can't wait
Time to get ready
and CELEBRATE!
Busy buying presnts
for relatives and they
just can't wait and
remember one thing
on this day never fight
just be happy
SO HAPPY EID CELEBRATIONS!
Sunday, October 30, 2005
You Granted Me Life
“You granted me with life, thank You…
Where would I be without You…
All these years You’ve gifted me with…
Yet I’ll live for next year lies a myth…
Grant my parents a long life…
My hardships they managed to survive…
Oh my Lord make me see with these eyes…
Oh Merciful make me realise…
Make me so greatful for those special Two…
I’m Blessed with this life to accept Your Truth…”
Where would I be without You…
All these years You’ve gifted me with…
Yet I’ll live for next year lies a myth…
Grant my parents a long life…
My hardships they managed to survive…
Oh my Lord make me see with these eyes…
Oh Merciful make me realise…
Make me so greatful for those special Two…
I’m Blessed with this life to accept Your Truth…”
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Eid ul Fitr
EID UL FITR
By Obaid Ahmed, 8 years
Now that we fasted and did extra good deeds,
We celebrate Eid-ul-Fitr, one of the two Eids!
Allah prescribed two Eids and forbid all other festivals,
He told us to worship Him and try to get the medals!
Ramadan is a special training for a Muslim,
Practice Islam even when its light appears to be dim.
Continue doing good deeds, just as in Ramadan
And give Sadaqa-e-Fitr, for every child, woman and man
We go to the Eid-gah and say the Takbir,
On Eid day, our best clothes we do wear!
We listen to the Eid khutbah,
And don’t leave until we pray the Eid salah!
We go to the Eid prayer in any type of weather,
And give presents to each other!
We say Eid Mubarak,
And wish each other good luck!
We celebrate festival of Eid
By thanking Allah for granting us our needs!
By Obaid Ahmed, 8 years
Now that we fasted and did extra good deeds,
We celebrate Eid-ul-Fitr, one of the two Eids!
Allah prescribed two Eids and forbid all other festivals,
He told us to worship Him and try to get the medals!
Ramadan is a special training for a Muslim,
Practice Islam even when its light appears to be dim.
Continue doing good deeds, just as in Ramadan
And give Sadaqa-e-Fitr, for every child, woman and man
We go to the Eid-gah and say the Takbir,
On Eid day, our best clothes we do wear!
We listen to the Eid khutbah,
And don’t leave until we pray the Eid salah!
We go to the Eid prayer in any type of weather,
And give presents to each other!
We say Eid Mubarak,
And wish each other good luck!
We celebrate festival of Eid
By thanking Allah for granting us our needs!
Monday, October 24, 2005
Paradise
Paradise
Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
Abdul
Whatever we do, we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it's the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You'll enter the gate of paradise, if it's in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they'll live forever, no-one will die
It's bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they'll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there'll be no remorse
To visit others, they'll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there'll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah swt removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah swt has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
Abdul
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Month of Mercy
Author Unknown
Welcome to Ramadan, the month of mercy.
Sit yourself calm and witness the beauty.
Feel the pure breeze under the shade of palm trees,
Forgiveness - even if sins stretch seven seas.
The month of reflecting on the life we’ve spent
And how it healed after every dent.
The time to realize your true objective
And to live Islam fully and not selective.
The time to appreciate the food and drink.
To unite rich and poor and provide the link.
The month of the struggle to grasp your soul,
For the next eleven months, in full control.
This is the time when the gates of hell are shut.
The devil is locked up and his work is cut.
The doors of mercy are opened up wide
And Allah’s blessings are always on your side
This is the month when the Qur’an was revealed,
The last revelation – the door had been sealed.
A true guidance for the whole of mankind,
No better words elsewhere will we ever find.
This is the month in which falls the Night of Power,
‘Better than a thousand months’, the blessings shower.
The angels descend on us so that they may see
The faces of believers in tranquility.
Don’t ignore this Ramadan; it could be your last.
Strive to obtain Allah’s pleasure and hold your fast.
Tomorrow could be your final day, be prepared.
Seize today by the neck and have no chance spared.
Related poems:
Ramadhan
Blessed Ramadhan
Ramadhan
Ramadan
Welcome to Ramadan, the month of mercy.
Sit yourself calm and witness the beauty.
Feel the pure breeze under the shade of palm trees,
Forgiveness - even if sins stretch seven seas.
The month of reflecting on the life we’ve spent
And how it healed after every dent.
The time to realize your true objective
And to live Islam fully and not selective.
The time to appreciate the food and drink.
To unite rich and poor and provide the link.
The month of the struggle to grasp your soul,
For the next eleven months, in full control.
This is the time when the gates of hell are shut.
The devil is locked up and his work is cut.
The doors of mercy are opened up wide
And Allah’s blessings are always on your side
This is the month when the Qur’an was revealed,
The last revelation – the door had been sealed.
A true guidance for the whole of mankind,
No better words elsewhere will we ever find.
This is the month in which falls the Night of Power,
‘Better than a thousand months’, the blessings shower.
The angels descend on us so that they may see
The faces of believers in tranquility.
Don’t ignore this Ramadan; it could be your last.
Strive to obtain Allah’s pleasure and hold your fast.
Tomorrow could be your final day, be prepared.
Seize today by the neck and have no chance spared.
Related poems:
Ramadhan
Blessed Ramadhan
Ramadhan
Ramadan
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
When is Eid?
WHEN IS EID?
by Ahmed
When is Eid ul Fitr I hear you say
Yet it is still so far away
Still here are the days of Ramadan
Take benefit of it while you can
Increase good deeds in your books of record
Pray these deeds are accepted by your Lord
Make the most of whats left of these days
and snap out of this premature Eid craze!
by Ahmed
When is Eid ul Fitr I hear you say
Yet it is still so far away
Still here are the days of Ramadan
Take benefit of it while you can
Increase good deeds in your books of record
Pray these deeds are accepted by your Lord
Make the most of whats left of these days
and snap out of this premature Eid craze!
Monday, October 17, 2005
Am I Thankful To Allah
Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?
Am I honestly thankful to the Almighty One,
For the early morning mist, the bright, rising sun?
During Fajr prayer, I use my soft prayer mat,
As Allah’s servant, do I appreciate that?
Throughout the day, do I realize,
That Allah, All knowing and the Most Wise,
Gives me what I need and so much more
And that I have so much to be grateful for?
The scent of fresh rain, a small child’s laugh,
My sisters who choose to stand for Islam,
Each piece of fruit, each glass of water,
Brothers protecting their sons and their daughters.
A grandmother’s love, a book of Hadith,
The clothes that I wear, the food that I eat.
The book that I should follow, the Holy Quran,
Promoting the good and ending the wrong.
So I must ask myself every beautiful day,
Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?
Am I honestly thankful to the Almighty One,
For the early morning mist, the bright, rising sun?
During Fajr prayer, I use my soft prayer mat,
As Allah’s servant, do I appreciate that?
Throughout the day, do I realize,
That Allah, All knowing and the Most Wise,
Gives me what I need and so much more
And that I have so much to be grateful for?
The scent of fresh rain, a small child’s laugh,
My sisters who choose to stand for Islam,
Each piece of fruit, each glass of water,
Brothers protecting their sons and their daughters.
A grandmother’s love, a book of Hadith,
The clothes that I wear, the food that I eat.
The book that I should follow, the Holy Quran,
Promoting the good and ending the wrong.
So I must ask myself every beautiful day,
Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,
For each and every moment that I am awake?
Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,
And for the dreams that cause me to weep?
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Ramadan
Read in abudndance the Holy Quran
Abstain from food, drink and cohabitation
Maintain your nightly trips to Masjid for Taraweeh
Absolve yourself from Hellfire through seeking forgiveness
Deeds of good, never too many to have
Attempt to find and utilise the Night of Power in the odd nights of the last 10
Never return to the sins you have turned your back on in this month
Related poems:
Blessed Ramadhan
Ramadhan
Ramadan
Abstain from food, drink and cohabitation
Maintain your nightly trips to Masjid for Taraweeh
Absolve yourself from Hellfire through seeking forgiveness
Deeds of good, never too many to have
Attempt to find and utilise the Night of Power in the odd nights of the last 10
Never return to the sins you have turned your back on in this month
Related poems:
Blessed Ramadhan
Ramadhan
Ramadan
The Blessed Ramadhan
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind
A blessed month is casting its shadow upon us
a night of this month is better than a thousand months
Bear with patience for the sake of Ar-Rahman
A continuous training to strengthen our Imaan.
Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind
Its a purification of our soul, our heart, and our mind
With the most sincere devotion and love we fast
To be cleansed and free from sins of the past
Glorified is He, who choseth this holy month
To test our sabr and fill our hearts with warmth
Of his Divine Light, His blessings shall glow
The Seer of the unseen, all He does know
Ya Allah! For thee, let my breath be more pleasant than musk
Ya Allah! For thee, let me be thankful when day turns to dusk
My thoughts and heart are purified, my eyes truly see
This blessed month, the month of spiritual rhapsody!
Ya Allah! For thee, my life I shall live!
Ya Allah! For thee, my soul I shall give!
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as a gift to mankind.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
The Blessed Month
THE BLESSED MONTH
by Ahmed
The blessed month of Ramadan has begun
Food, drink and cohabitation Muslims worldwide shun
Fasting to fulfil the Islamic obligation
Striving to achieve for the hereafter a higher station
Reciting abundantly the Holy Qur’an
Doing as much Dhikr as they possibly can
Sharing the iftaar food with the family next door
Our common sins we make every effort to ignore
At night standing and performing the extra prayer
In this way the whole Qur’an recited we hear
And when this blessed month will end
Joy and festivities Eid ul Fitr will send!
by Ahmed
The blessed month of Ramadan has begun
Food, drink and cohabitation Muslims worldwide shun
Fasting to fulfil the Islamic obligation
Striving to achieve for the hereafter a higher station
Reciting abundantly the Holy Qur’an
Doing as much Dhikr as they possibly can
Sharing the iftaar food with the family next door
Our common sins we make every effort to ignore
At night standing and performing the extra prayer
In this way the whole Qur’an recited we hear
And when this blessed month will end
Joy and festivities Eid ul Fitr will send!
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Ramadhan
Ramadhan
In the holy month of Ramadhan, We all must fast
In the holy month of Ramadhan, We all must fast
Ramadhan you’ve come again at last.
Just before Fajr we have our sehri
Just before Fajr we have our sehri
Just after magrib we have our iftari
In daytime from food and water we abstain
Oh, Allah! reward we wish to gain
At night we stand and tarawih we pray
At night we stand and tarawih we pray
Dua we make, sunnah we obey
Patience we try and exercise
Our lowly nafs we attempt to demise
We wish to acquire Taqwa
We wish to acquire Taqwa
So at night Tahajjud it is on the Musalla
We read our prayers and the Qu'ran
We ask for forgiveness as much as we can
From evilness and sin, our souls have been freed,
From evilness and sin, our souls have been freed,
Ramadhan finishes and we celebrate Eid
I hope now we do not turn back to sin
Ramadhan, let us keep after you the blessings that have been.
Related poems:
Ramadan
Ramadan
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Ramadan
RAMADAN POEM
author unknown
Ramadan is here, The month that is blessed;
Ramadan is here, The month we love best.
The month in which the Qur'an was sent;
A time of great blessing in which to repent.
Fasting for Allah is a great Muslim deed;
Controlling desires and Suppressing greed.
Ramadan is coming, Increase your Iman(faith).
Ramadan is coming, Recite the Qur'an.
Take "Suhoor" in the dead of the Night;
No eating or drinking during the daylight.
Refrain from bad deeds and repent your soul;
The pleasure of Allah is our only goal.
Even if there is hunger, remember your Lord
And wait until 'Iftar' to earn your reward.
Fasting is one of the gifts of Allah
Given to believers to increase 'Taqwah' (piety).
We pray to Allah to put right our hearts;
Ask for forgiveness from Allah and make a new start.
Raising our hands we ask for his 'Rahmaa';
Hear us our Lord and grant us 'Jannah'.
author unknown
Ramadan is here, The month that is blessed;
Ramadan is here, The month we love best.
The month in which the Qur'an was sent;
A time of great blessing in which to repent.
Fasting for Allah is a great Muslim deed;
Controlling desires and Suppressing greed.
Ramadan is coming, Increase your Iman(faith).
Ramadan is coming, Recite the Qur'an.
Take "Suhoor" in the dead of the Night;
No eating or drinking during the daylight.
Refrain from bad deeds and repent your soul;
The pleasure of Allah is our only goal.
Even if there is hunger, remember your Lord
And wait until 'Iftar' to earn your reward.
Fasting is one of the gifts of Allah
Given to believers to increase 'Taqwah' (piety).
We pray to Allah to put right our hearts;
Ask for forgiveness from Allah and make a new start.
Raising our hands we ask for his 'Rahmaa';
Hear us our Lord and grant us 'Jannah'.
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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