You ask how much I need you, must I explain?
I need you, oh my darling, like roses need rain.
You ask how long I'll love you; I'll tell you true:
Until the twelfth of never, I'll still be loving you.
Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.
I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.
Hold me close, never let me go.
Hold me close, melt my heart like April snow.
I'll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom;
I'll love you till the clover has lost its perfume.
I'll love you till the poets run out of rhyme,
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.
Until the twelfth of never and that's a long, long time.
-The Twelfth of Never - Johnny Mathis
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
All Merciful
In the darkness of the night, I stand before you a sinful slave,
The flowing tears upon my face I feel, only Allah you can save,
The footsteps of an ant you hear, my cry is loud, I am sincere,
I wrong you not but my soul, we shall meet soon, I am in fear,
Free from all love but yours, make my heart clean and pure,
Shackles of sin are hard to break, with your help I can endure,
Prostration and in awe, I accept my every sin, how can I deny,
In your limitless mercy and forgiveness, sinners like me rely,
Ar Rahman, Ar Raheem, the joys of my heart I cannot conceal,
I long to meet I do not fear, an ecstasy, I wish you could feel.
The flowing tears upon my face I feel, only Allah you can save,
The footsteps of an ant you hear, my cry is loud, I am sincere,
I wrong you not but my soul, we shall meet soon, I am in fear,
Free from all love but yours, make my heart clean and pure,
Shackles of sin are hard to break, with your help I can endure,
Prostration and in awe, I accept my every sin, how can I deny,
In your limitless mercy and forgiveness, sinners like me rely,
Ar Rahman, Ar Raheem, the joys of my heart I cannot conceal,
I long to meet I do not fear, an ecstasy, I wish you could feel.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Come Back to the Deen
This is a true story, of how a sister came back to her Deen Alhumdulillah!
She was a sweet and innocent girl, her name was Aisha
She loved her parents, Abdul and Alisha.
For them, she was the best thing to have happened
She was always cheerful and never easily saddened
She studied hard to achieve her goals,
Top of the class, she was told.
She enjoyed spending time with her mates,
Until one day they had a debate,
Not knowing that this was about to change was her fate.
She started making new friends
Began following the latest trends,
Mixing with boys is how it begun
She thought this was fun
Her new friends would constantly, be flirting with boys,
In return they were treated as toys.
Aisha started to let shaitan get in her way,
She took off her headscarf and went astray.
She did this on the sly,
What would she have said to her Lord if, suddenly she was to die?
Months later, after the continuous misbehaving,
And ‘time-to-time’ raving.
She fell for Zain, the boy of her dreams
Well so it seemed.
They got closer and closer
And fell in love with each other.
She wasn’t allowed to out that often,
Considered herself to be a boffin
So she started bunking school,
To be with, Zain, what a fool?!
She lied to her mum and dad,
Not knowing how it would make them sad.
Then she started drifting apart from everyone
Zain was her life, her number one.
Her studies went down the drain,
She wasn’t ashamed.
A year went by; her parents found out and began to cry.
What had happened to their sweet little Aisha?
Hours turned into days, days into months and months into years,
The regular rowing turned into tears,
Her parents were angry,
Wanted to send her off to their country
She couldn’t stay away from her lover
So she decided to do a runner,
Consequently her parents found out her plans to runaway with Zain
Never has Aisha seen her mum and dad suffer so much pain
She saw tears in their eyes
She thought no more lies?
Zain kept calling her as he was missing her
It was a choice between him or her mother and father
What was she to do?
She realised being with Zain
Was driving her insane
And the people she loved, so much pain.
She went up to her room,
And asked herself was she doomed?
On her bed was an Islamic book,
She picked it up and had a look
To her surprise it read,
"And whoever does evil or wrongs himself but afterwards seeks Allah's forgiveness, he will find Allah Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."
[surah an-Nisa; 4:110]
From this day on she turned to Allah Subhana Wata’Ala
To leave behind her days of Jahiliyyah
Started to pray, five times a day,
To keep shaitan away,
From leading her astray
Love for Allah grew stronger, Alhumdulillah
Aisha realised it was time to finish with her boyfriend,
And began making amends with her real friends
She started researching on the Hijab,
Wearing the Hijab is no futile action,
It must be obeyed by women of the Muslim nation,
A woman may go through much trial and tribulation
Because she has obeyed Allah Subhana Wata’Ala
But the fulfilment of this action will never go unnoticed, Subhan’Allah
"Never will I allow to be lost the actions of any of you; whether male or female" (Surah Al-Imran 3:195)).
She thought to herself
Nothing good comes simple
With regards of struggle in wearing the Hijab
Allah has ordered us to cover our self
Not to expose our beauty
We should only be recognised by our personality
Therefore she put the Hijab back on.
This time her Iman was stronger
Since she got back her faith and trust in Allah, Subhana Wata’Ala
Abdul and Alisha, her mother and father
Were slowly starting to forgive her,
This was a sign from Allah Subhana Wata’Ala
As she was constantly repenting and following the Sunnah
Love for their daughter,
Was greater than ever.... Alhumdulillah!
Nothing good will come easy in this life, Our Lord has promised not to overburden a soul with more than it can bear. The problem that the we as an Ummah are facing is that we have forgotten that WE ARE TRAVELLERS ON THIS EARTH, AND EVERY TRAVELLER MUST RETURN HOME!!!
ALL PRAISE BE TO ALLAH, Ar-Rahmaan, Ar-Raheem.
She was a sweet and innocent girl, her name was Aisha
She loved her parents, Abdul and Alisha.
For them, she was the best thing to have happened
She was always cheerful and never easily saddened
She studied hard to achieve her goals,
Top of the class, she was told.
She enjoyed spending time with her mates,
Until one day they had a debate,
Not knowing that this was about to change was her fate.
She started making new friends
Began following the latest trends,
Mixing with boys is how it begun
She thought this was fun
Her new friends would constantly, be flirting with boys,
In return they were treated as toys.
Aisha started to let shaitan get in her way,
She took off her headscarf and went astray.
She did this on the sly,
What would she have said to her Lord if, suddenly she was to die?
Months later, after the continuous misbehaving,
And ‘time-to-time’ raving.
She fell for Zain, the boy of her dreams
Well so it seemed.
They got closer and closer
And fell in love with each other.
She wasn’t allowed to out that often,
Considered herself to be a boffin
So she started bunking school,
To be with, Zain, what a fool?!
She lied to her mum and dad,
Not knowing how it would make them sad.
Then she started drifting apart from everyone
Zain was her life, her number one.
Her studies went down the drain,
She wasn’t ashamed.
A year went by; her parents found out and began to cry.
What had happened to their sweet little Aisha?
Hours turned into days, days into months and months into years,
The regular rowing turned into tears,
Her parents were angry,
Wanted to send her off to their country
She couldn’t stay away from her lover
So she decided to do a runner,
Consequently her parents found out her plans to runaway with Zain
Never has Aisha seen her mum and dad suffer so much pain
She saw tears in their eyes
She thought no more lies?
Zain kept calling her as he was missing her
It was a choice between him or her mother and father
What was she to do?
She realised being with Zain
Was driving her insane
And the people she loved, so much pain.
She went up to her room,
And asked herself was she doomed?
On her bed was an Islamic book,
She picked it up and had a look
To her surprise it read,
"And whoever does evil or wrongs himself but afterwards seeks Allah's forgiveness, he will find Allah Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful."
[surah an-Nisa; 4:110]
From this day on she turned to Allah Subhana Wata’Ala
To leave behind her days of Jahiliyyah
Started to pray, five times a day,
To keep shaitan away,
From leading her astray
Love for Allah grew stronger, Alhumdulillah
Aisha realised it was time to finish with her boyfriend,
And began making amends with her real friends
She started researching on the Hijab,
Wearing the Hijab is no futile action,
It must be obeyed by women of the Muslim nation,
A woman may go through much trial and tribulation
Because she has obeyed Allah Subhana Wata’Ala
But the fulfilment of this action will never go unnoticed, Subhan’Allah
"Never will I allow to be lost the actions of any of you; whether male or female" (Surah Al-Imran 3:195)).
She thought to herself
Nothing good comes simple
With regards of struggle in wearing the Hijab
Allah has ordered us to cover our self
Not to expose our beauty
We should only be recognised by our personality
Therefore she put the Hijab back on.
This time her Iman was stronger
Since she got back her faith and trust in Allah, Subhana Wata’Ala
Abdul and Alisha, her mother and father
Were slowly starting to forgive her,
This was a sign from Allah Subhana Wata’Ala
As she was constantly repenting and following the Sunnah
Love for their daughter,
Was greater than ever.... Alhumdulillah!
Nothing good will come easy in this life, Our Lord has promised not to overburden a soul with more than it can bear. The problem that the we as an Ummah are facing is that we have forgotten that WE ARE TRAVELLERS ON THIS EARTH, AND EVERY TRAVELLER MUST RETURN HOME!!!
ALL PRAISE BE TO ALLAH, Ar-Rahmaan, Ar-Raheem.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Depth of Sins
What do you think of the one who’s ill
the remedies for his illness are in his reach
yet he chooses to let himself deteriorate
doing nothing to recuperate?
His condition is like the one
who sees himself falling short in his deen
is aware of what will return him to his Lord
but he stands by, helplessly watching himself
as he falls deeper into the depths of sins…
Author Unknown
the remedies for his illness are in his reach
yet he chooses to let himself deteriorate
doing nothing to recuperate?
His condition is like the one
who sees himself falling short in his deen
is aware of what will return him to his Lord
but he stands by, helplessly watching himself
as he falls deeper into the depths of sins…
Author Unknown
What a Smile Hides
A smile hides the lies
That no one can abide
A smile hides the tears
That wish to drain from the eyes because of fears
A smile hides the hate
And keeps it behind its unbroken gate
A smile hides the pain
That comes without gain
A smile hides the sorrow
Of another gloomy tomorrow
A smile hides what we truly feel
And turns the lies into something real
by anonymous
That no one can abide
A smile hides the tears
That wish to drain from the eyes because of fears
A smile hides the hate
And keeps it behind its unbroken gate
A smile hides the pain
That comes without gain
A smile hides the sorrow
Of another gloomy tomorrow
A smile hides what we truly feel
And turns the lies into something real
by anonymous
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Love of Allah
The love of God is very evident.
you can see it every second:
The air that we breathe, the sun that shines,
the earth that we stand upon.
The food and drink, the clothes, the wife, the children, the properties, the car:
they are all the endowments of God upon us,
The greatness(glory) of God is also obvious
through His mountains, oceans, the scenic views.
His power is also evident.
It occurs in front of us: the sudden death of someone,
an automobile accident, the land/hill slope,
the collapse of a building, the flood which ruins everything,
the strong wind that destroys buildings, plants, and woods,
the volcanoes that erupt, which are very terrifying,
and the crash of planes that cause the deaths of a large number of people,
the earthquake that destroys houses,
killing thousands of people, the political leaders are overthrown,
and the millionaire who falls into bankruptcy.
One who used to be honored, is no longer respected,
in contrast he is disgraced.
One who used to be disgraced, is now honored or respected.
One who was well known, is now forgotten.
One who was not well known, is now a public figure.
Our eyes notice all these events but sadly we do not realize it because our heart is blind.
We should already have learned many lessons from them.
But our heart is dead.
The above said incidents do not touch our heart.
But, after our soul is taken by the angel of death,
only then we start to realize it, as if we have just awakened from a false slumber.
At that time, we’re so shocked, to the extent that our eyes are open widely.
We start to realize the reality of this life.
We start to know the reality of the world and the Hereafter.
But it is too late already.
You have exceeded the border.
It is the time to receive the consequence!
by Humbleservant
you can see it every second:
The air that we breathe, the sun that shines,
the earth that we stand upon.
The food and drink, the clothes, the wife, the children, the properties, the car:
they are all the endowments of God upon us,
The greatness(glory) of God is also obvious
through His mountains, oceans, the scenic views.
His power is also evident.
It occurs in front of us: the sudden death of someone,
an automobile accident, the land/hill slope,
the collapse of a building, the flood which ruins everything,
the strong wind that destroys buildings, plants, and woods,
the volcanoes that erupt, which are very terrifying,
and the crash of planes that cause the deaths of a large number of people,
the earthquake that destroys houses,
killing thousands of people, the political leaders are overthrown,
and the millionaire who falls into bankruptcy.
One who used to be honored, is no longer respected,
in contrast he is disgraced.
One who used to be disgraced, is now honored or respected.
One who was well known, is now forgotten.
One who was not well known, is now a public figure.
Our eyes notice all these events but sadly we do not realize it because our heart is blind.
We should already have learned many lessons from them.
But our heart is dead.
The above said incidents do not touch our heart.
But, after our soul is taken by the angel of death,
only then we start to realize it, as if we have just awakened from a false slumber.
At that time, we’re so shocked, to the extent that our eyes are open widely.
We start to realize the reality of this life.
We start to know the reality of the world and the Hereafter.
But it is too late already.
You have exceeded the border.
It is the time to receive the consequence!
by Humbleservant
Prayer Time
A blur of colors standing in a row
Words spoken silently
Misty eyes touch the soul
Of those who understand
Concentration etched on faces
Trying to absorb the words
Time slows inside as the meaning
Flows through the heart
Lifting the spirit out of darkness
Shining light into the soul
As heads bow in humility
To Him who always watches
by Sister Fatima
Words spoken silently
Misty eyes touch the soul
Of those who understand
Concentration etched on faces
Trying to absorb the words
Time slows inside as the meaning
Flows through the heart
Lifting the spirit out of darkness
Shining light into the soul
As heads bow in humility
To Him who always watches
by Sister Fatima
Monday, December 10, 2012
Fitra
In The Name of Allah, the Gracious, the Merciful
All Praise be to the one who Created us;
There are some who make His existence a fuss;
Those who disbelieve in Him, they are in Loss;
In this life we have a test;
The question: whose fear of Allah is the best?
To worship him is our quest.
Time and Time again we are faced with situations;
In which we must make tough decisions;
Fools are we, we think we're so smart;
shaytan attacks us with many ideas like darts;
According to him, we plan and chart;
Not knowing that he is poisoning our hearts;
The time comes when we realize the mistake in our Parts;
One last chance!, for some the tauba starts;
Even still, some don't ask of His Forgiveness;
They don't realize that they're in a big mess;
Never do they ask of Allah's Mercy;
They have eyes, but can they really see?;
There are also the righteous however;
Forget to ask Allah?, NEVER!;
They ask Allah in every endeavor;
To help them as part of His Favor;
Then, even if they are affected by Shaytans call;
They are not hurt by the hard fall;
They quickly get back up, standing tall;
Racing to gain forgiveness from The Merciful;
Allah promised to answer the caller's call;
Take a lesson from the fitra of the child;
With the lesson of walking they are trialed;
Yes, they do fall, but they are not beguiled;
They get back up and take a step;
Maybe again they accidentally trip;
But they stand up again and get a grip;
More and more steps take place;
Before you realize it, they are walking with so much grace;
An example for us, as we grow in our age and Deen;
Like the baby, hard challenges we have seen;
As the baby walks with so much grace;
We should also pick up our pace;
We are travelers, there is no question;
To Allah is our ultimate destination!
May the Prayers and blessings of Allah be on His beloved;
and on the companions who prayed and strived;
That the Deen of Allah might be carried on to those who came later;
On high thrones will they be raised in the hereafter;
by Imran Ibn Zarkhan Al Shafi
All Praise be to the one who Created us;
There are some who make His existence a fuss;
Those who disbelieve in Him, they are in Loss;
In this life we have a test;
The question: whose fear of Allah is the best?
To worship him is our quest.
Time and Time again we are faced with situations;
In which we must make tough decisions;
Fools are we, we think we're so smart;
shaytan attacks us with many ideas like darts;
According to him, we plan and chart;
Not knowing that he is poisoning our hearts;
The time comes when we realize the mistake in our Parts;
One last chance!, for some the tauba starts;
Even still, some don't ask of His Forgiveness;
They don't realize that they're in a big mess;
Never do they ask of Allah's Mercy;
They have eyes, but can they really see?;
There are also the righteous however;
Forget to ask Allah?, NEVER!;
They ask Allah in every endeavor;
To help them as part of His Favor;
Then, even if they are affected by Shaytans call;
They are not hurt by the hard fall;
They quickly get back up, standing tall;
Racing to gain forgiveness from The Merciful;
Allah promised to answer the caller's call;
Take a lesson from the fitra of the child;
With the lesson of walking they are trialed;
Yes, they do fall, but they are not beguiled;
They get back up and take a step;
Maybe again they accidentally trip;
But they stand up again and get a grip;
More and more steps take place;
Before you realize it, they are walking with so much grace;
An example for us, as we grow in our age and Deen;
Like the baby, hard challenges we have seen;
As the baby walks with so much grace;
We should also pick up our pace;
We are travelers, there is no question;
To Allah is our ultimate destination!
May the Prayers and blessings of Allah be on His beloved;
and on the companions who prayed and strived;
That the Deen of Allah might be carried on to those who came later;
On high thrones will they be raised in the hereafter;
by Imran Ibn Zarkhan Al Shafi
Saturday, December 08, 2012
My Beloved Beard
by Safeer Ahammed Musaliar
Life has really changed.
Gone are the days.
Where people used to say
'Aww your face is so sweet and smooth'.
Gone are the days.
Where it took ages,
To shape my sideburns
And shave all the facial hair.
Gone are the days.
Of beauty, charm and attraction
As the beard is now,
A symbol of terrorism and backwardness.
People see me now,
As something strange and weird.
My relatives often make fun of me,
By asking . who broke your heart?
My distant friends ask me,
Did you join any terrorist camp?
My close friends at times make fun of me
'Hey man, blades are very cheap nowadays'
Women often ask me,
Why don't you shave that ugly beard
And be like a charming superstar?
You look boring!
I feel sorry for my sisters
As their minds are now totally corrupted
Inside the web of clean-shaved star icons,
As they're the new age 'trend setters'.
But very few know
That I follow a superstar.
His name is Muhammed (peace be upon him),
The forgotten hero.
And I have no regrets
As he has taught me,
'This world is prison for a believer
And paradise for a non-believer. '
So wake up, O muslim youth !
Remember our heroes - The Prophets and the Sahabahs
Remember, this world is a testing place
And don't let your senses to deceive you.
So be proud to imitate,
The Prophetic style
For he has commanded us,
'Grow your beards and trim your moustaches'.
And he who loves his Sunnah,
Has indeed loved him.
And he who loves him,
Will be with him in Paradise !
Life has really changed.
Gone are the days.
Where people used to say
'Aww your face is so sweet and smooth'.
Gone are the days.
Where it took ages,
To shape my sideburns
And shave all the facial hair.
Gone are the days.
Of beauty, charm and attraction
As the beard is now,
A symbol of terrorism and backwardness.
People see me now,
As something strange and weird.
My relatives often make fun of me,
By asking . who broke your heart?
My distant friends ask me,
Did you join any terrorist camp?
My close friends at times make fun of me
'Hey man, blades are very cheap nowadays'
Women often ask me,
Why don't you shave that ugly beard
And be like a charming superstar?
You look boring!
I feel sorry for my sisters
As their minds are now totally corrupted
Inside the web of clean-shaved star icons,
As they're the new age 'trend setters'.
But very few know
That I follow a superstar.
His name is Muhammed (peace be upon him),
The forgotten hero.
And I have no regrets
As he has taught me,
'This world is prison for a believer
And paradise for a non-believer. '
So wake up, O muslim youth !
Remember our heroes - The Prophets and the Sahabahs
Remember, this world is a testing place
And don't let your senses to deceive you.
So be proud to imitate,
The Prophetic style
For he has commanded us,
'Grow your beards and trim your moustaches'.
And he who loves his Sunnah,
Has indeed loved him.
And he who loves him,
Will be with him in Paradise !
Friday, November 30, 2012
When I Was Ill
I was feeling ill
Solution was the pill
If only it could make me recover
In a spilt, like the Creator
The adhan was heard calling
The water for wudhu' was cool freezing
Wiz His name I began my prayer
To HIM i submit and surrender
To the bed i jumped again
Nothing else to bargain
Covering myself wiz blankets
I was asleep as though in casket
Dreams brought me far
To an island offshore
I saw a bird flying
I thought of many things
I tried to catch the bird
Till i fall down like dirt
And i could not get up
There was no one to help out
I cry a lot but there wasn't any tear
I was left all alone in my own fear
I was awake from the loud sound "vroom"
Alhamdulillah i was safe in my room
A sparrow flew on to my window sill
Making sound behind the grill
It was the same bird as in my dream
But only real this time it seem
I get up and walk towards the window
And the bird was quiet for a minute over
I saw a man starting his bike noisily
Disturbing the bird especially
And now I notice why didn't the bird fly
Just like when i'm ill, i could only lie
It's wing was injured badly
Perhaps by someone or accidentally
SubhanAllah I was thinking
How much ni'mat He has been giving
To ponder upon HIS creatings
Animals wiz four legs, others wiz wings.
I thought how wonderful Allah is
Everything around me is really His
I realise how much lucky i am
I'm still able to move around
Thank ya Allah for all that Ya give
The illness Ya bestow is indeed a gift
Every illness comes wiz His forgiveness
May He grants us mercy and easness
Ameen
Solution was the pill
If only it could make me recover
In a spilt, like the Creator
The adhan was heard calling
The water for wudhu' was cool freezing
Wiz His name I began my prayer
To HIM i submit and surrender
To the bed i jumped again
Nothing else to bargain
Covering myself wiz blankets
I was asleep as though in casket
Dreams brought me far
To an island offshore
I saw a bird flying
I thought of many things
I tried to catch the bird
Till i fall down like dirt
And i could not get up
There was no one to help out
I cry a lot but there wasn't any tear
I was left all alone in my own fear
I was awake from the loud sound "vroom"
Alhamdulillah i was safe in my room
A sparrow flew on to my window sill
Making sound behind the grill
It was the same bird as in my dream
But only real this time it seem
I get up and walk towards the window
And the bird was quiet for a minute over
I saw a man starting his bike noisily
Disturbing the bird especially
And now I notice why didn't the bird fly
Just like when i'm ill, i could only lie
It's wing was injured badly
Perhaps by someone or accidentally
SubhanAllah I was thinking
How much ni'mat He has been giving
To ponder upon HIS creatings
Animals wiz four legs, others wiz wings.
I thought how wonderful Allah is
Everything around me is really His
I realise how much lucky i am
I'm still able to move around
Thank ya Allah for all that Ya give
The illness Ya bestow is indeed a gift
Every illness comes wiz His forgiveness
May He grants us mercy and easness
Ameen
Friday, November 23, 2012
Lessons of Muharram
Since the Hajj, our slates are clear,
Muharram is the first month of the year.
In this month, Bani Israel got freedom from Firawn’s wrath,
Hazrat Hasan and Husain were martyred in Allah’s path.
Firawn was a very tyrant king indeed,
And he exceeded the limits in his deeds;
Allâh taught us a lesson through Firawn,
Those who defy Allâh’s message will drown.
Martyrs have a blissful life in paradise,
They escaped the prison of this life, which is nice.
Allâh teaches us through their shahadat
We all have to wish for this best of ibadat.
We must change our lifestyle and have Allah’s fear,
To truly deserve a happy and pious new year!
If our Imaan is strong,
Allah will help us all along.
Obaid Ahmed
8 years, East Haven, CT
Muharram is the first month of the year.
In this month, Bani Israel got freedom from Firawn’s wrath,
Hazrat Hasan and Husain were martyred in Allah’s path.
Firawn was a very tyrant king indeed,
And he exceeded the limits in his deeds;
Allâh taught us a lesson through Firawn,
Those who defy Allâh’s message will drown.
Martyrs have a blissful life in paradise,
They escaped the prison of this life, which is nice.
Allâh teaches us through their shahadat
We all have to wish for this best of ibadat.
We must change our lifestyle and have Allah’s fear,
To truly deserve a happy and pious new year!
If our Imaan is strong,
Allah will help us all along.
Obaid Ahmed
8 years, East Haven, CT
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
The Real Orphan
The real orphan is unruly
yet he thinks he acts coolly
He loves to rant and rave;
is it attention he craves?
Who has produced one so errant?
surely it is the hopeless parent!
The father too busy in the shop
the mother buying another shapely top!
The parents cares for him not
letting him to lie and rot
If one has to about him complain
the parents says; 'surely my angel isn't to blame!'
To the parents I say; 'if you leave the nanny to bring up your child,'
'do you expect him to behave other than wild?'
yet he thinks he acts coolly
He loves to rant and rave;
is it attention he craves?
Who has produced one so errant?
surely it is the hopeless parent!
The father too busy in the shop
the mother buying another shapely top!
The parents cares for him not
letting him to lie and rot
If one has to about him complain
the parents says; 'surely my angel isn't to blame!'
To the parents I say; 'if you leave the nanny to bring up your child,'
'do you expect him to behave other than wild?'
Monday, November 12, 2012
An Ode to Facebook
It all started with an invite.
A crime in broad daylight,
For it was sent to friends infinite.
Yet, meant to excite.
To see my friend’s photos,
My secrets I did disclose.
After creating an account,
Facebook, I did mount.
They bribed me with a Profile
Like a Kingfisher seat in the aisle.
Soon enough, I got poked,
And my emotions got evoked.
I proposed, but she got provoked,
For no fault of mine, I got smoked!
Few strangers sent friend requests,
I ignored the chests & accepted breasts,
Damn! This Facebook suggests,
Strangers I wouldn’t invite as guests.
I got a dashboard too,
And the voyeurist in me grew.
Now I could see girlfriends, wives,
Drives, contrives, thrives and archives.
Now I could see links, pages, ages,
And onstage, offstage rampages.
Status updates, Comments & Likes,
All controlled my mood spikes.
With Newsfeeds served to me hot,
I had hit a jackpot.
Facebook as an idea, I had bought,
Rest of my life, I forgot.
- Jammy
A crime in broad daylight,
For it was sent to friends infinite.
Yet, meant to excite.
To see my friend’s photos,
My secrets I did disclose.
After creating an account,
Facebook, I did mount.
They bribed me with a Profile
Like a Kingfisher seat in the aisle.
Soon enough, I got poked,
And my emotions got evoked.
I proposed, but she got provoked,
For no fault of mine, I got smoked!
Few strangers sent friend requests,
I ignored the chests & accepted breasts,
Damn! This Facebook suggests,
Strangers I wouldn’t invite as guests.
I got a dashboard too,
And the voyeurist in me grew.
Now I could see girlfriends, wives,
Drives, contrives, thrives and archives.
Now I could see links, pages, ages,
And onstage, offstage rampages.
Status updates, Comments & Likes,
All controlled my mood spikes.
With Newsfeeds served to me hot,
I had hit a jackpot.
Facebook as an idea, I had bought,
Rest of my life, I forgot.
- Jammy
Friday, November 09, 2012
Jumuah
May Our Deeds Attract Allah’s Love,
Noor & Barakah
So That Our Lives May Be Filled With
Peace, Happiness & Freedom
From Any Calamity.
Jumuah Mubarak
Noor & Barakah
So That Our Lives May Be Filled With
Peace, Happiness & Freedom
From Any Calamity.
Jumuah Mubarak
Friday, November 02, 2012
HIjab for Allah
I wear my hijab/niqab for ALLAH,
Not for my father
Not for my brother
Not for any other
Than ALLAH
I cover myself for ALLAH,
No one makes me
No one forsakes me
No one rejects me
No one subjects me
But ALLAH
My modesty is for ALLAH,
Commanded in Qu'ran
For Him and no one else
Seeking His reward
Moving closer toward ALLAH
Not for my father
Not for my brother
Not for any other
Than ALLAH
I cover myself for ALLAH,
No one makes me
No one forsakes me
No one rejects me
No one subjects me
But ALLAH
My modesty is for ALLAH,
Commanded in Qu'ran
For Him and no one else
Seeking His reward
Moving closer toward ALLAH
Author Unknown
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
No Matter How Down We Feel
No matter how down we feel
And how much the sadness is real
We are willing to go the way
Even if the goal seems far away
Our aim is clear
And there is nothing to fear
Allah (swt) will help us surely
If we obeyed Him truly
There is nothing so hard
We just have to cross the yard
So let us do what we should
Or try to do what we could
Why not? What else shall we do?
Come on let us drive through and through
Are you happy with what we are?
I'm asking Muslims near and far
Don't you think it is enough?
Talking about silly stuff
Isn't it time to wake
And give more than we take?
I'd leave the answers for you
And wait to see what we'll do...
And how much the sadness is real
We are willing to go the way
Even if the goal seems far away
Our aim is clear
And there is nothing to fear
Allah (swt) will help us surely
If we obeyed Him truly
There is nothing so hard
We just have to cross the yard
So let us do what we should
Or try to do what we could
Why not? What else shall we do?
Come on let us drive through and through
Are you happy with what we are?
I'm asking Muslims near and far
Don't you think it is enough?
Talking about silly stuff
Isn't it time to wake
And give more than we take?
I'd leave the answers for you
And wait to see what we'll do...
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Eid ul Adha
Eidul Adha is special because of the meat
The Qurbani mutton that I love to eat
Some people think it’s very wrong
But I’ll sort them out with this song
Everyday sheep are slaughtered everywhere
But when a Muslim does it, people stare
Yet the same dude eats mutton all the time
So he really has no reason to whine
Sheep are soft and gentle, it’s true I know
But you are what you eat, isn’t that so?
So I’ll eat the sheep and he can eat swine
Then he’ll be a pig and I’ll be fine
If you still think slaughtering animals is very bad
Well then that is just very sad
You probably never tasted mutton or chops
Just cucumbers, herbs and other crops
So you lose out on one of God’s gifts to us
And I’ll enjoy my mutton curry while you fuss
Eid is nice, Eid is fun
But when it’s all said and done
We’ll have lots of Qurbani meat
And that I think is a real treat!
Eid Mubarak!
by Caller2Islam
The Qurbani mutton that I love to eat
Some people think it’s very wrong
But I’ll sort them out with this song
Everyday sheep are slaughtered everywhere
But when a Muslim does it, people stare
Yet the same dude eats mutton all the time
So he really has no reason to whine
Sheep are soft and gentle, it’s true I know
But you are what you eat, isn’t that so?
So I’ll eat the sheep and he can eat swine
Then he’ll be a pig and I’ll be fine
If you still think slaughtering animals is very bad
Well then that is just very sad
You probably never tasted mutton or chops
Just cucumbers, herbs and other crops
So you lose out on one of God’s gifts to us
And I’ll enjoy my mutton curry while you fuss
Eid is nice, Eid is fun
But when it’s all said and done
We’ll have lots of Qurbani meat
And that I think is a real treat!
Eid Mubarak!
by Caller2Islam
Friday, October 19, 2012
Haj Poem
For Allah, my heart went there
Where I turn my face in Prayer
It's a duty, this I know
So to Makkah I did go
For Allaah I packed my gear
Then to His House I came near
For my journey I was ready
Allaah made me strong and steady
I walked around the Ka'bah wall
And teardrops from my eyes did fall
Yearning was I for this day
In Allaah's House to pray!
Truly my heart, Allaah brought
I thank Him for His support!
With His Mercy I arrived
Then home I went, purified!
Source: Islamicpoem.com
Where I turn my face in Prayer
It's a duty, this I know
So to Makkah I did go
For Allaah I packed my gear
Then to His House I came near
For my journey I was ready
Allaah made me strong and steady
I walked around the Ka'bah wall
And teardrops from my eyes did fall
Yearning was I for this day
In Allaah's House to pray!
Truly my heart, Allaah brought
I thank Him for His support!
With His Mercy I arrived
Then home I went, purified!
Source: Islamicpoem.com
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Month of Hajj
The Month of Hajj is soon to come
To Mecca the people will begin to run
Around the Kaaba they will make Tawaaf
Then, to Arafat they will be off
On Arafat the people will stand
Then the next day Eid Aludha will begin
In the Eid morning together we will pray
Then the rest of the day it is eat, run, and play
Now it is off to Moozdelifah where the pilgrims will stay
Their stop in this place is until the next day
The next place is Mina where the pilgrims will go
At this stop is the Jammrah and pebbles they’ll throw.
The tenth day of Hajj for the pilgrims is busy indeed
But for the rest of the Muslims it is the Eid.
The pilgrims are busy to Mecca they return
They have the hopes that all of these good deeds they will soon earn
One of these acts is sacrificing a sheep
Then they will trim their hair with still the hope of good deeds to reap
Again the pilgrims will make Tawaaf
Then running between Saffa and Marwa they will be off
On the 11th day of Hajj back to Mina they will go
For the next three days at the Jammrah they will throw.
The Hajj for the pilgrims is coming to an end
They are hoping that Allah accepted it all from where they began
There is one more thing that the pilgrims must make
It is seven more times around the Kaaba for Allah’s sake
Back to their lives the pilgrims return
Hoping Allah accepted all that they earned
Author Unknown
To Mecca the people will begin to run
Around the Kaaba they will make Tawaaf
Then, to Arafat they will be off
On Arafat the people will stand
Then the next day Eid Aludha will begin
In the Eid morning together we will pray
Then the rest of the day it is eat, run, and play
Now it is off to Moozdelifah where the pilgrims will stay
Their stop in this place is until the next day
The next place is Mina where the pilgrims will go
At this stop is the Jammrah and pebbles they’ll throw.
The tenth day of Hajj for the pilgrims is busy indeed
But for the rest of the Muslims it is the Eid.
The pilgrims are busy to Mecca they return
They have the hopes that all of these good deeds they will soon earn
One of these acts is sacrificing a sheep
Then they will trim their hair with still the hope of good deeds to reap
Again the pilgrims will make Tawaaf
Then running between Saffa and Marwa they will be off
On the 11th day of Hajj back to Mina they will go
For the next three days at the Jammrah they will throw.
The Hajj for the pilgrims is coming to an end
They are hoping that Allah accepted it all from where they began
There is one more thing that the pilgrims must make
It is seven more times around the Kaaba for Allah’s sake
Back to their lives the pilgrims return
Hoping Allah accepted all that they earned
Author Unknown
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Breaking Fast After 6 days of Shawwal
The rosy fingers of Mahgrib
Are offering us morsels of love
As a husband feeding his bride
The first morning of their marriage
How long she was waiting
To taste his fingers on her lips!
And now that the waiting is over,
Tell me what tastes better –
The fingers or the food?
And which is more exquisite –
The fingers or the lips?
Everything is a gift from Allah
Who Was, and Shall Be, and Is
Close your eyes and food is exquisite
After a few weeks of fasting
Open your eyes and look outside
The rosy fingers of Mahgrib
Are offering us morsels of love
-Aisha Abdelhamid
Are offering us morsels of love
As a husband feeding his bride
The first morning of their marriage
How long she was waiting
To taste his fingers on her lips!
And now that the waiting is over,
Tell me what tastes better –
The fingers or the food?
And which is more exquisite –
The fingers or the lips?
Everything is a gift from Allah
Who Was, and Shall Be, and Is
Close your eyes and food is exquisite
After a few weeks of fasting
Open your eyes and look outside
The rosy fingers of Mahgrib
Are offering us morsels of love
-Aisha Abdelhamid
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