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.

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.

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!

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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!!!

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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.

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!!!!

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!

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

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