Oh Allaah, Help Me Reach Ramadan

by Firdaus Fathima (Umm Hashir)

Oh Allaah, extend my life so much, that I enter the month approaching me,
So that I can have my share of the blessings therein showered by Thee
For it is only Your will that does to a life bring an end
Or grant it time to live, to regret, to repent and make an amend

Oh Allaah, the month of blessings every year passes by your slaves
And by the end for few more days of it the heart craves
You know Your Creations better than anybody anywhere
Let not the coming Ramadan pass leaving me in despair

Oh Allaah, help me to draw closer to You, to make myself dearer to You,
Distance me from things You wouldn't want on THE DAY nearer to You
Help me to take the Quran, through my eyes into my heart
Help me to shed my sins and make a fresh start

Oh Allaah, give me good health therein, cause me to sleep very little
Be my strength oh Allaah, without You I am a soul very brittle
The night better than a thousand months You jeweled into Ramadan
The night which You had chosen to reveal the glorious Qur'an

Oh Allaah, help me in my efforts to seek that blessed night
Help me make Your Praises control my speech, hearing and sight
Oh Allaah, in Your showers of mercy and blessings I wish to get drenched
Through Your Guidance, Mercy and Grace I want my sins to be quenched

Oh Allaah, I beg You to answer me when in these words I call upon Thee
"Oh Allaah, You are Oft-Pardoning and You love to pardon, so pardon me"!
Oh Allaah if You so wish and I come out of it living,
Make me sinless as a newborn child, Oh All-Forgiving!

Oh Allaah, help me to start life anew, pleasing You always help me survive
To wait and prepare for another Ramadan help me strive!
Oh Allaah, I can never thank you enough for the month of Ramadan
Nor for the gift of light and Guidance, Your word - the Qur'an!

The BOOK which contains all I need in this life Ya Allaah!
And the key to the treasures You have promised in Jannah!
Oh Allaah, help me to take it closer to my heart this Ramadan
And as long as I live, guide me and help me to LIVE Qur'an!

(ameen)

It's Up to You

One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.

One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.

One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey.
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what's true,
One life can make a difference,
You see, it's up to you!

Jannah Lies Under the Feet of Your Mother

BismIllah hir Rahman ir Rahim,


You never see the tears that she's about to cry ...
instead she turns her head to hide them.

You never see the times she stills away to her secret
closet to pray ...
instead she invites you in to just talk.

You never see how her shoulders are sagging
from heavy burdens ...
instead she gives you those shoulders to cry on.

You never see the aches in her heart
when her children rebel ...
instead she gives them more patience and love.

You never see the hand she pulls back
when she's rejected ...
instead she continues to lend a "helping" hand.

You never see the aches in her hands from grasping
and holding on when she feels like giving up ...
instead she folds those same hands and prays even more.

You never see the aches in her knees and forehead from
praying for others ...
instead she spends even more time on her knees.

You never see the fears she has of being
a "disappointment" ...
instead she prays for more power and a sound mind.

You never see any of these things
and she doesn't want you to ...

InshaAllah please take a moment to thank Allah SubhanhuWaTha'ala for bestowing us with such amazing kind parents :]

Rabbighfir li wali- walidaya wa lil mu'minina yauma yaqumul hisab. Rabbir ham huma kama rabbayani shag-hirra
”O Lord, forgive me, my parents and Muslims in the Hereafter. O Lord, show mercy on them as they have nourished me when I was young.”

"Oh Allah SubhanhuWaTha'ala,forgive me ,my parents, and Muslims in the Hereafter. Oh Allah SubhanhuWaTha'ala, show mercy on them as they have nourished me when I was young"
Ameen thumma ameen

Also read:No Charge, Come Back to the Deen

Ramadhan is Coming

It’s only a few days away
I can’t wait
In anticipation
The coming of the new moon
And the best month of the year

I hope I’m alive
Although I’m young
There’s no guarantee
That I’ll be here next month

Been waiting
Anticipating
Hoping
And silently praying
For a chance
To experience
Another Ramadhan

Last year I tried
To improve and change
Leave the bad habits
The drinking, womanising
Drugs and clubbing

Managed it for 30 days
But on Eid I went to a rave
I gave in, wasn’t brave
Went with the flow
And got totally smashed

Its true after Ramadhan Satan is unleashed

Since then it’s been downhill
Month after month
From one sin to many
The good deeds slowly fading away
And now I’m in debit
I just can’t deny it

My intentions are good
My heart is clean
But my actions tell another story.
I can do without food
But I can’t say no
When my mates invite me to a party

Life is a test
And I’ve failed so many
Is there hope for me?
Or am I destined to burn for eternity?

People judge me
Point and make accusations
But at least I’m honest
And not a fake wannabe Believer

I have realised that
No one is perfect
No one is doomed
Plenty of time to learn and improve
That’s what the Quran says
Gives me hope
And I must hold onto the Islamic rope

Mix with the good company
And not those who are misled by society
Say and practice impropriety
Time to make a pact
And correctly act
Obey Allah and his Rasool
And stop behaving and acting like a fool

Ramadhan is coming
Only a few days left
Time to clean up
Mind and soul

Ya Allah!

Just give me one more chance
I promise I will act like how I ought to
And make you proud of me
Your obediant servant and slave

By Showkat

Busy with Dunya?

A poet said: 
"O he who is busy with his dunya! 
Whom illusions of a long lifetime have deluded; 
Was he not in a state of heedlessness, until his appointed time drew near?
Verily death arrives suddenly, 
and the Grave is the collection-box of actions. 
Be patient over the dunya and its hardships, 
No death is there except at one’s appointed time."

Jannah Lies Under the feet of your parents

You never see the tears that she's about to cry ...
instead she turns her head to hide them.

You never see the times she stills away to her secret
closet to pray ...
instead she invites you in to just talk.

You never see how her shoulders are sagging
from heavy burdens ...
instead she gives you those shoulders to cry on.

You never see the aches in her heart
when her children rebel ...
instead she gives them more patience and love.

You never see the hand she pulls back
when she's rejected ...
instead she continues to lend a "helping" hand.

You never see the aches in her hands from grasping
and holding on when she feels like giving up ...
instead she folds those same hands and prays even more.

You never see the aches in her knees and forehead from
praying for others ...
instead she spends even more time on her knees.

You never see the fears she has of being
a "disappointment" ...
instead she prays for more power and a sound mind.

You never see any of these things
and she doesn't want you to ...

InshaAllah please take a moment to thank Allah SubhanhuWaTha'ala for bestowing us with such amazing kind parents :]

Rabbighfir li wali- walidaya wa lil mu'minina yauma yaqumul hisab. Rabbir ham huma kama rabbayani shag-hirra
”O Lord, forgive me, my parents and Muslims in the Hereafter. O Lord, show mercy on them as they have nourished me when I was young.”

"Oh Allah SubhanhuWaTha'ala,forgive me ,my parents, and Muslims in the Hereafter. Oh Allah SubhanhuWaTha'ala, show mercy on them as they have nourished me when I was young"
Ameen thumma ameen

Follow Our Deen

Close it seems, but distant in cry
to follow our deen, and try to get by
to follow our heart, and look to the sky
to order the start, of all things right.
To live and grow, and worship and pray
From dua to salat, 5 times a day.
From wudu to Ramadan, to the joy of Eid
We live our lives like Muhammad.. or at least try.
Prayer rug on the ground, hands by my face
"Allahu akbar," I say with praise.

Closer

Who could be lost?
Is it he found the truth and perserved or,
Could it be the one who turned his back for dunya,
Made partners with the accursed who wants to doom ya,
I seek refuge from the own self,
With Allah from the arrogant ones,
That think their getting their own wealth,
Im in jihad and I struggle with my own self,
All praise to Allah,
The Most Merciful,
My favourite moments in this world is when i'm all alone,
With my Lord I can feel his presence closer growing,
And there aint nothing bout the dunya that could stop the tears,
The words that penetrate my heart and strike away my fears,
And all that's present is the truth of one creater here,
Oh Allah guide me closer make my soul prepared.

Defeat Your Ignorance

Wearing hijab is wajib it's true,*
but I have a question for you,
do you think that's all you must do?
Do you think your faith should be limited,

to cloth that protects your innocence?
Do you think you are not bound to the responsibility
of inner knowledge and humility?

Do you think that your job is done,
when you do the 5 pillars and vow to only one?
No sister, theres so much more that must be done,

finding your faults is what truly makes you brave,
RasulAllah said "seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave"

fill your mind with amazing names, Adam, Ibrahim, Nuh and Issa;
Khadija, Ali, Ammar, Jaafar, Fatima...
the list is endless and so is their eman,
theres a reason why Islam came to an illiterate man.

Theres a reason why Gabriels first word in the cave was "Ikra'a"
God gave you this brain with all its complexities
don't limit it to magazines, tv, and perplexity.

You are the best of his creations so thank his eminence
theres no greater thank you than to defeat your ignorance.

Manal Mourad

* (This is the writers view on hijab so don't make this thread in-to a hijab discussion pls, I do not know the writer)

The Modern Woman

I am a woman of the 21st century, a woman of today, of now and here
Far, far removed from my great-great-great grandmother of yesteryear
Not only in terms of the time span, but in the social, political, technological conditions
Emancipated, liberated, unhampered and free; I am a totally new edition!!
Would not she begrudge me my elevated position!
Wrested from men with tooth and nail
The battle of the sexes is indeed beyond the pale

Intellectually, physically and politically on longer am I to men, inferior
Injustice, oppression with such virtues did they maintain a position superior
No longer am I tied to the kitchen sink
No, verily I am now certainly in the pink!
Not worried about having babies; it was such a big strain
On my attractive figure, on my wit, my intellect and my brain
Oh! I've climbed on to the paid workers train
I can claim a respectable title to my name
I can climb the highest mountain, dive into the deepest seas
Pursue every dream, every aspiration with equal facility and ease
In every field, every endeavour have I achieved fame

I am a doctor, a scientist, an inventor, an engineer
The equality of my brain power, men do fear
A philosopher, a lawyer, a judge am I
No men can deny the quality of my decisions, even hard if they try
No longer am I exempt from any profession or position
To my undoubted ability, my suitability I brook no opposition!
A soldier, a sailor, a politician, even the highest of the high
Aspirations to rule, to be president within my reach lie
Enabling me like men, to be brutal and crooked
To have no concerns over the people who are thus crushed and booted
Brawn power is no longer men's exclusive domain
A wrestler, a boxer, a trucker I can be
No longer playing second fiddle to men, as you can clearly see

Is there a limit to my monumental rise?
No, certainly not - why have I worked this wise?
Anything men can do, I can do better
Not equality, but superiority is what I seek
My just deserts, the fruits of my success I shall reach

And all have I gained without any expense?
Alas, no that has not been the case in any sense
Increasingly, I wonder and wonder
If into man's hands have I not played in this war of the gender
As I see myself in the bare minimum, artistically draped
Over an automobile, a boat, or any such saleable commodity
Constrained into a figure, a size, a style that men have shaped
Never questioning this new form of abuse - what an oddity!
Advertising chewing gum in my cleavage
Using my body for such small paltry gains
Fallen and cheapened myself all by a ploy
Of the men who use subtle and sophisticated new techniques to oppress and suppress
Intellectually reduced to a meaningless toy
Only on my physical attributes do they place undue stress
I sometimes think, have I been such a fool
With my own free will, allowed men to use me as a tool
For my own degradation, my own depravity - Oh! would that I could cry!!
So bereft of any honour and shame am I;

Victimised at work and at play; verily on every ground
The rape and harassment statistics truly do astound
My mental health has fallen by the wayside
With stimulants, drugs and worse, my agitation do I hide
My quest to retain my youthful body; an illusion, an illustration
Of a commodity for men's gratification
Severe dieting, the health club are my religion
The plastic surgeon's knife is but a small pain
To evade the wrinkles, the grey hair and sagging breasts to train
The stress is killing me; Oh! that I could just enjoy
Self-esteem and respect for myself as a person, not as a toy
Oh! that the joys of motherhood were valued at the right price
So I could turn my back on this "progress" without thinking twice
And revert to my honoured role in the confines of my own warm sweet home

What Will it be like on Judgement Day

I feel my heartbeat slowing,
My death is fast approaching,
And they appear to me,
The angels want my soul,
The angels want my soul,
The executors of demands,
They never fail the task,
All my power, all my wealth?
They've deserted me,
They've deserted me,
My destination isn't clear,
The sum of all my fears,
My denials have appeared,
And it's the greatest loss,
And it's the greatest loss,
Oh could I return?
Just to say that I believed,
Oh could I have earned,
All the land and all the seas,
I don't wanna burn,
I don't wanna burn,
O could I return?
And give my brother just a smile?
Oh could I return?
And persevere just for a while,
And remember him,
And remember him.

Author Unknown

Let Me Be...

I am restless..curb me, please
I am senseless..fill me in
Barren thoughts..not a clue
Ever in dilemma..what to do?
 
Antagonistic..sometimes numb
Insatiable..quest for truth
Vague..all those views
Hardship..help me, please
Test..never at ease
 
Hope..always looking for
Heart..forever searching for
Tongue..mine displease
(So, forgive me please..)
 
Reaching..out to You
Working..to please You
O’ My Rabb..hear my plea,
Content..let me be!

My Love Story

She came into my life, when i needed her the most when i had lost it all, the trust, the care, emotion.
she taught me that i could trust people again that i could love and respect once more.
making me think different to how others would percieve. when i felt weak, she'd empower me.
Her presence was pleasing and brought peace to my heart the scenes of the world were colourful now, pure art.
She encouraged me to ask Allah, and He would give.. So by His Mercy i'd learn patience, and to forgive.
We'd work together and be strong. Even though our journey was tiresome, and long..
..but time moved forward, and situations changed. The world distracted. 
The love didn't increase, just conflicted.
"i'm sorry" i'd say regretfully. 
"repent to Allah" she would reply.
but the love wouldn't rise again. Sins would rise. Our relationship began to change... My heart was greedy, and it wanted more.
the gaze wouldnt lower when passers flaunted the heart said no, but the desires taunted.
the heart covered itself in dirt of black. soon.. she left, and didn't come back...
 
the regret hurt, and loneliness messed my head. Couldn't go sleep, couldn't rest.
i covered the pain with sin might remove this pain i'm in?
the pain persisted and the desire more so i increased in rebellion, but this feeling wouldnt go..
..i had lost myself.. my regret overpowered
i went in search
she was with her protector, waiting to be found. Just waiting for me to come around. She missed me too but i couldnt be with her, until i gave her her due.
what is your due, i humbly asked?

“To pray, to obey, and be steadfast 
thats the only way - our relationship lasts. 

To be the friend of Allah, and think of death often. 
To humble yourself, and do good action 

to prepare for that moment, when we all run away 
except the one who prepared for that Day 

so fear Allah and be committed 
to our relationship, so you're admitted,  

in the gardens of joy 
don't be the people of hell 
the home of destruction, a fire filled cell. 

mend your ways now, its the right thing to do, 
deep down, you know i care for you..“

i listened attentively, understanding.. I was wrong in desiring more.
When she was enough for me, when she made me joy. That smile of that kid, who finds his best toy.
The simplicity, the balance, the pact we kept. Thats what we wanted - without regret.
i asked her Protector, who gave her me back. This experience had put me on track.
except this time i was sure i didnt need to exceed desires for more.
the experience gave me fresh strength

The true Joy was in being content.

..We're now together - together till death, a promise we've - upto now - kept.
i hope it remains this way. oh Allah, don't let us stray. from your Mercy and pleasure. since that's the only way, we'll stay together.
now you know, this was my love story.. except, it wasn't what you expected it to be.
this girl, her name was Imaan*. except she wasn't a girl, she's my faith - that kept me strong.
Imaan is my joy, my love, and pleasure.. the one i've tried to find - through many - in haraam, except this caused the least harm,
..the one I still treasure. --- *Meaning Faith/trust [I.e. Iman billah (a trust/contract with Allah/God)
I ask Allah to make us love Imaan, to travel with her - always, to cause us to die with her, and to arise on Judgment Day with her by our side.

Author Unknown

The Woman

The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
... hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter...

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan'allah, subhan'allah, subhana'allah

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen
is very, very stern
for her it is a must
to control one's lust

But the Women I see
sad to say, most wear "minis"
alone I lament... "VIAGRA on heels"?
though they are not made for this!

The Woman I met
boasting her beauty
most probably by surgery?
but does she know it is all temporary?


Hence, the Woman I know
is advised to follow
the sunnah of our beloved Rasulullah
from head to toe....

The Woman I judge
often bears a grudge
EQUALITY, she requests (or rather protests)
but please bear in mind ALLAH'S inquest!

The Women I hurt (by this article)
please do not curse or smut
for it is better I warned
before all is gone...

What Will You Do?

What will you do
When he comes for you
Will you run, jump, hide
Will you search for a ride

You don't want to be seen
Or be forced to come clean
But you know that it's true
He's gonna come for you

There's a time and a place
He'll take you from your space
And he'll put you underground
Somewhere dark with no sound

If you're lucky there'll be light
Something nice for your sight
But for sure he's on his way
Doesn't care what you've to say

He'll come with no visa
Doesn't care if you're a Lisa
Every one will have their meeting
From yesterday to this evening

So prepare for this day
He's gonna come without delay

When you feel that he's near
La ilaha illa Allah should be clear
And despite the one tear
Upon them there'll be no fear!

Author Unknown

Do You Know

My body is stretched, it's cracked, it's breaking
My muscles, my tendons, my body is aching
My arm fights my leg, my heart fights my head
My organs protest - they are turning to lead
I have but one body and it is divided,
Each part of it arguing, each argument one sided
The pain is excruciating - or at least it would be
If my nerves were connected, if my eyes could see
My body is numb, my mind in denial -
Well it's not going to matter in a little while.




Anybody know what this 'body' represents?











The Ummah!

This struggle has remembered...

Drowned in their own blood, the alleys of the lands,
a burning Palestine, a crying honour,
the deprived mother, the awake sister,
the long awaited sun watched across the horizon,
but the sunlight didn't bring with it peace...
oh knight of truth, where have you gone?
this struggle has remembered you all along

how will you account in front of your Master?
How will you side with the blood of your brothers?
Hiding your face only to hide it once again
in front of your messenger, what will you say?
will you return the message unused?
after he went through so much to lend it to you?
The addicting yawn will end with the night prayer
until dawn comes, you must not sleep
or until your eyes are closed shut from decree
because you will be asked, oh knight of truth, where had you gone?
the virtue's of that struggle had remembered you all along.
Author Unknown

Make Believe

Born in what was left of yesterday’s world,
You thought you could come and tell me what was real,
You tried to hide and seek,
Thinking it was okay to delve in make-believe.
I’ve been here before,
Where you take your steps so lightly,
I am not the child of yesterday’s war,
I’ve been here much longer

Tip toe,
My being circumvents your desires
For I tread carefully,
Where you step so easily
What is it like to live where you are?
Thousands of miles away in a compass direction,
It makes you think you’re thousands of miles higher,
Oh, so much nobler

Author unknown

In Our Midst

By Safiya

What is it to seek those eyes,
When thy gaze has never been held?

What is it to pine for that love,
When such love as thy love has never been shared?

What is it to silence all and search for that word,
When thy voice has never been heard?

What is it to search for that hand,
When thy touch has never been felt?

What is it to delve in day-long musings, questioning oneself,
When just an expression from thee would suffice for all?

What is it to send sincere blessings upon a name,
When thee, in person, I have never called?

Oh how I would love to meet the one to whom I owe most,
To greet thy character who would give concern to none.

What is it to search for the moon behind a barrier of clouds,
When thy face outshines the moon and there is no barrier to thee?

What does it feel like to know that the Beloved is in our midst?

I am but a Man

What am I to do, I am but a man?
I shall fall and again of rising will I plan.
I am a sinner and again shall I sin.
For from being who one is, has anyone ever ran?
Such is the way I am, such are my thoughts.
Will you kill me, burn me or place on be a ban?
I live on the hope that one can repent.
And on that hope will I live, do what you can!

By Brother Hassan