The only girl who wore a hijab to college:
Unhappy is what they call me
Being oppressed in their eyes is why they avoid me,
Thinking of everyone around me
Hell is what I call this place
Wishing I could leave this space,
Everyone surrounding me, staring at me as if I am a danger,
People walking pass, salutes me with a long gaze
Then they spit to their side and walk away,
Praying day and night
O’Lord help me!
O’Lord educated these foolish and nasty people
O’Lord if your will saves me!
O’Lord I am lost! Lost in this place of spiteful people
Then this all ends in tears....
Author unknown
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Source of Happiness
What is the source of happiness in this life?
Of which all the people of the world should strive
Is it alcohol? The drink to which people claim;
Makes them feel elated and free of shame
If it is that good then surely the more we’d drink;
The happier we’ll be, or so you’d think.
If alcohol really could make people happy
Why do we find alcoholics among the lowest of the community?
How can it be that something so ‘fine’ and ‘good’
Brings about so much destruction in people’s livelihood
Another object of desire is beauty
To be attractive, handsome; or even a cutey
This desire that is fueled but never satisfied
To think happiness is attained by having a beautiful wife
How can this be a reason for being happy
Something so transitory, that fades so easily?
As beauty is so limited, it cannot be the source
To which all people should strive towards
It is often heard that our children are the apple of our eye
I can tell you first-hand; they bring bliss I can’t lie;
But there is also an un-admitted truth
That they also bring with them, the greatest pain too
Feelings which are unimaginable before parenthood
When your child is sick; you feel the utmost hurt
So how then can children be the source of happiness in this world?
When parents’ emotions are a roller-coaster ride, with high’s and lows?
How about marriage? Having a husband or wife;
Surely they’d bring comfort and joy to your life
But there will be times when you’d feel distanced and heartless
In which you should continue to do good by your spouse for Allah’s sake, regardless
Because only with Allah you will find true tranquility
When you obey Him in times of happiness as well as misery
Because only with obedience to Allah will you attain inner happiness
And acknowledge the pleasures and riches of this world are worthless
Whoever does right, whether male or female, and is a believer, We will make him live a good life, and We will award them their reward for the best of what they used to do. (Quran, 16:97)
Of which all the people of the world should strive
Is it alcohol? The drink to which people claim;
Makes them feel elated and free of shame
If it is that good then surely the more we’d drink;
The happier we’ll be, or so you’d think.
If alcohol really could make people happy
Why do we find alcoholics among the lowest of the community?
How can it be that something so ‘fine’ and ‘good’
Brings about so much destruction in people’s livelihood
Another object of desire is beauty
To be attractive, handsome; or even a cutey
This desire that is fueled but never satisfied
To think happiness is attained by having a beautiful wife
How can this be a reason for being happy
Something so transitory, that fades so easily?
As beauty is so limited, it cannot be the source
To which all people should strive towards
It is often heard that our children are the apple of our eye
I can tell you first-hand; they bring bliss I can’t lie;
But there is also an un-admitted truth
That they also bring with them, the greatest pain too
Feelings which are unimaginable before parenthood
When your child is sick; you feel the utmost hurt
So how then can children be the source of happiness in this world?
When parents’ emotions are a roller-coaster ride, with high’s and lows?
How about marriage? Having a husband or wife;
Surely they’d bring comfort and joy to your life
But there will be times when you’d feel distanced and heartless
In which you should continue to do good by your spouse for Allah’s sake, regardless
Because only with Allah you will find true tranquility
When you obey Him in times of happiness as well as misery
Because only with obedience to Allah will you attain inner happiness
And acknowledge the pleasures and riches of this world are worthless
Whoever does right, whether male or female, and is a believer, We will make him live a good life, and We will award them their reward for the best of what they used to do. (Quran, 16:97)
Friday, September 20, 2013
Muslim Women
This goes out to every single one of my queens
For all the sisters taking shahadah and my hijabis
Mothers raising sons and daughters, y'all get much love from m
From the heart of Mecca to the street of new York city
Global ambassadors of Islam
Y'all are the reason we're a world wide phenomenon
the reason a billion people read the Quran
I can't express your worth in just one song
Word in my bond, hijabis all over the world
Easy, breezey, beautiful covered girls
Deserving of all the worlds diamonds and pearls
Better yet, Jannah is what y'all really deserve
Inshallah, all praise is due to Allah
Cause We're all His slaves in this dunya
Only He can see into the future
He commanded the pen to write everything from beginning to end
Walk out covering your head He knows your intent
He hears when you repent, Deen of Allah is what you all represent
The epitome of modesty, cleanliness and honesty
These days are rare commodities
And Islam is the only deen that teaches real equality
So dont let life get you down, you were meant to astound
keep your head above water, and both feet above ground
Enjoy the day, and the times that you pray
Worship Allah and find yourself in a better place
Inshallah, because your all beautiful
Guard your beauty, and give it to a man that's suitable
In the end, we're all created human
But your all a step above the rest, there is no disputing
For all the sisters taking shahadah and my hijabis
Mothers raising sons and daughters, y'all get much love from m
From the heart of Mecca to the street of new York city
Global ambassadors of Islam
Y'all are the reason we're a world wide phenomenon
the reason a billion people read the Quran
I can't express your worth in just one song
Word in my bond, hijabis all over the world
Easy, breezey, beautiful covered girls
Deserving of all the worlds diamonds and pearls
Better yet, Jannah is what y'all really deserve
Inshallah, all praise is due to Allah
Cause We're all His slaves in this dunya
Only He can see into the future
He commanded the pen to write everything from beginning to end
Walk out covering your head He knows your intent
He hears when you repent, Deen of Allah is what you all represent
The epitome of modesty, cleanliness and honesty
These days are rare commodities
And Islam is the only deen that teaches real equality
So dont let life get you down, you were meant to astound
keep your head above water, and both feet above ground
Enjoy the day, and the times that you pray
Worship Allah and find yourself in a better place
Inshallah, because your all beautiful
Guard your beauty, and give it to a man that's suitable
In the end, we're all created human
But your all a step above the rest, there is no disputing
Thursday, September 19, 2013
The Man I Want To Be
The man I want to be is strong
The man I want to be is kind
The man I want to be defends his family
The man I want to be breaks his back to provide
The man I want to be is wise
The man I want to be loves Allah
The man I want to be has never been without prayer
The man I want to be never looks for a fight
The man I want to be never backs away when one comes along
The man I want to be sees a vision
The man I want to be works with his hands
The man I want to be is gentle with animals
The man I want to be is respected
The man I want to be takes pride in his appearance
The man I want to be will help others
The man I want to be is honest
The man I want to be is handsome
The man I want to be is generous
The man I want to be is a good listener
The man I want to be is angry only for the sake of Allah
The man I want to be is patient
The man I want to be is humble
The man I want to be is a good teacher
The man I want to be leads by example
The man I want to be is trusted
The man I want to be does not know his own worth
The man I want to be is my father…
The man I want to be is kind
The man I want to be defends his family
The man I want to be breaks his back to provide
The man I want to be is wise
The man I want to be loves Allah
The man I want to be has never been without prayer
The man I want to be never looks for a fight
The man I want to be never backs away when one comes along
The man I want to be sees a vision
The man I want to be works with his hands
The man I want to be is gentle with animals
The man I want to be is respected
The man I want to be takes pride in his appearance
The man I want to be will help others
The man I want to be is honest
The man I want to be is handsome
The man I want to be is generous
The man I want to be is a good listener
The man I want to be is angry only for the sake of Allah
The man I want to be is patient
The man I want to be is humble
The man I want to be is a good teacher
The man I want to be leads by example
The man I want to be is trusted
The man I want to be does not know his own worth
The man I want to be is my father…
Friday, September 13, 2013
How Can One Really Know
Is it really, is it so?
How can one really know?
Will the book of deeds be on the left or the right?
Will there be delight or fright?
One things for sure - Allah is Most Merciful
That is what we all can hope for.
How can one really know?
Will the book of deeds be on the left or the right?
Will there be delight or fright?
One things for sure - Allah is Most Merciful
That is what we all can hope for.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
My Hijab – My Identity
There are some places
Be it
A Strange city
Or
A land over the sea
So far from home
I may be
But
Salaams flow from the lips of strangers
What a welcome familiar sound
Respect abound
I am known…
I belong…
And
Then there are places
Where people stare at me
In awe
In fear
Sometimes distrust
Or
Plain hostility
That I accept
And sometimes expect
But still undeniably
I am known…
I belong…
For better or worse
My hijab is my Identity
Be it
A Strange city
Or
A land over the sea
So far from home
I may be
But
Salaams flow from the lips of strangers
What a welcome familiar sound
Respect abound
I am known…
I belong…
And
Then there are places
Where people stare at me
In awe
In fear
Sometimes distrust
Or
Plain hostility
That I accept
And sometimes expect
But still undeniably
I am known…
I belong…
For better or worse
My hijab is my Identity
Sunday, September 01, 2013
Moderate Muslim
I am a moderate Muslim
I don’t pray 5 times a day
Only jummah is enough for me
I don’t fast the full thirty
Five is how many I do
Yes I drink
But only in moderation
I don’t get drunk or puke up in the loo
Yes I am a moderate Muslim
I check out the fit women
But only one at a time
I don’t sleep with them
Coz that’s extreme
I only date them, hug them, hold hands and kiss them.
Coz everything in moderation right?
I take drugs
But only class C ones
Avoid the hard ones
Coz only the fanatics do that
A moderate Muslim is the label I have given myself
Coz I can’t leave Islam
Coz it’s the truth
Can’t be an atheist or secular humanist
So I reconcile my Islam
To please the westerners
By compromising
And trying oh so very hard to fit in
My name is Muhammed
But to all and sundry I am Mo
During lunch and after work
Off to the pub I go
A few bevies
Nothing to heavy
Every weekday
Except for Fridays
Coz that’s a holy day
Despite all my compromises of my Islam
I cannot find any peace of mind or satisfaction in my heart
I feel guilty and ashamed
Feelings of nausea and self hate
My mind is in conflict and I find myself asking a question
Maybe to this you can relate
The question is
If you’re convinced of Islam then why follow it in moderation?
Should you not follow it completely and fundamentally?
Despite what the non-Muslims think or say
Coz who are they to tell us how we should follow the truth
When they are lost and following the misguidance.
Author Unknown
I don’t pray 5 times a day
Only jummah is enough for me
I don’t fast the full thirty
Five is how many I do
Yes I drink
But only in moderation
I don’t get drunk or puke up in the loo
Yes I am a moderate Muslim
I check out the fit women
But only one at a time
I don’t sleep with them
Coz that’s extreme
I only date them, hug them, hold hands and kiss them.
Coz everything in moderation right?
I take drugs
But only class C ones
Avoid the hard ones
Coz only the fanatics do that
A moderate Muslim is the label I have given myself
Coz I can’t leave Islam
Coz it’s the truth
Can’t be an atheist or secular humanist
So I reconcile my Islam
To please the westerners
By compromising
And trying oh so very hard to fit in
My name is Muhammed
But to all and sundry I am Mo
During lunch and after work
Off to the pub I go
A few bevies
Nothing to heavy
Every weekday
Except for Fridays
Coz that’s a holy day
Despite all my compromises of my Islam
I cannot find any peace of mind or satisfaction in my heart
I feel guilty and ashamed
Feelings of nausea and self hate
My mind is in conflict and I find myself asking a question
Maybe to this you can relate
The question is
If you’re convinced of Islam then why follow it in moderation?
Should you not follow it completely and fundamentally?
Despite what the non-Muslims think or say
Coz who are they to tell us how we should follow the truth
When they are lost and following the misguidance.
Author Unknown
Friday, August 30, 2013
You Are...
You are strong...
when you take your grief
and teach it to smile.
You are brave...
when you overcome your fear and
help others to do the same.
You are happy...
when you see a flower and
are thankful for the blessing.
You are loving...
when your own pain does not
blind you to the pain of others.
You are wise...
when you know the
limits of your wisdom.
You are true...
when you admit there
are times you fool yourself.
You are alive...
when tomorrow's hope
means more to you than yesterday's mistake.
You are growing...
when you know what you are
but not what you will become.
You are free...
when you are in control of yourself and do not wish to control
others.
You are honorable...
when you find your honor
is to honor others.
You are generous...
when you can take as
sweetly as you can give.
You are humble...
when you do not know
how humble you are.
You are thoughtful...
when you see me just as
I am and treat me just as you are.
You are merciful...
when you forgive in others
the faults you condemn in
yourself.
You are beautiful...
when you don't need
a mirror to tell you.
You are rich...
when you never need
more than what you have.
You are you...
when you are at peace
with who you are not.
when you take your grief
and teach it to smile.
You are brave...
when you overcome your fear and
help others to do the same.
You are happy...
when you see a flower and
are thankful for the blessing.
You are loving...
when your own pain does not
blind you to the pain of others.
You are wise...
when you know the
limits of your wisdom.
You are true...
when you admit there
are times you fool yourself.
You are alive...
when tomorrow's hope
means more to you than yesterday's mistake.
You are growing...
when you know what you are
but not what you will become.
You are free...
when you are in control of yourself and do not wish to control
others.
You are honorable...
when you find your honor
is to honor others.
You are generous...
when you can take as
sweetly as you can give.
You are humble...
when you do not know
how humble you are.
You are thoughtful...
when you see me just as
I am and treat me just as you are.
You are merciful...
when you forgive in others
the faults you condemn in
yourself.
You are beautiful...
when you don't need
a mirror to tell you.
You are rich...
when you never need
more than what you have.
You are you...
when you are at peace
with who you are not.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Faith: Love Vs Logic
My heart dreams,
It invites ideas of all themes,
My mind implements,
It eliminates all the tangents,
Yet, My heart depicts
what my mind ponders,
My mind ticks
to my heart's wonders,
My heart flies
on the winding path of laughs and cries,
My mind sails
on the binding rail of gains and fails,
Yet, My heart feels
what my mind sees,
My mind deals
my heart's keys,
My heart seeks,
It longs for the rainbow streaks,
My mind selects,
It picks only the black and white effects,
Yet, My heart fills
what my mind sketches,
my mind instills
my heart's etches,
But now, my heart and mind
are in quite a bind.
The ways of before
just don't work anymore.
To what my heart directs,
my mind burns,
To what my mind objects,
my heart yearns,
The path has come to a split,
either Love or Logic will only fit,
my heart and mind both test their might
to see which shall prevail into the light...
Friday, August 23, 2013
Fartaqi
English meaning to lyrics:
Advance in goodness and rise to the horizon
Sublimity wanted from Muslims
You are the symbol of pearls and glories
Abandon the mud and rise to the sky
You will never see a night without a star
Run up the flags and go ahead Light the lamp and be determined
Overcome the terrors however dark they are
Always advance by your firm will
Be a mole and symbol for people
Who seeks glory and sheds tears
Under the cover of dark night
Or raises dust in the enemy's face
Heaven has perfect magic
Always advance by your firm will
And be like mole and inspirational symbol for people
Advance in goodness and rise to the horizon
Sublimity wanted from Muslims
You are the symbol of pearls and glories
Abandon the mud and rise to the sky
You will never see a night without a star
Run up the flags and go ahead Light the lamp and be determined
Overcome the terrors however dark they are
Always advance by your firm will
Be a mole and symbol for people
Who seeks glory and sheds tears
Under the cover of dark night
Or raises dust in the enemy's face
Heaven has perfect magic
Always advance by your firm will
And be like mole and inspirational symbol for people
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Expectations
You expect me to worship You 5 times a day
Even as I feel You ignore the prayers I desperately convey
Dear God please help, please cure me
Been saying that almost dai-ly
It feels like an eternity
Don't leave me like this until I'm in my forties
If that's my fate, I ask you to kill me gently, and forgive me
I'm tired of being hurled down and feeling like crap daily
Been missing Jummah and salah lately
Hard to say that I'm even sorry
Tired of being disappointed, want to change
But keep making the same mistakes again and again
Here's my S.O.S., oh Majestic and Generous
Give me what I ask for, for I have no one else
I'm at the end of my rope, I ask You for help
Even as I feel You ignore the prayers I desperately convey
Dear God please help, please cure me
Been saying that almost dai-ly
It feels like an eternity
Don't leave me like this until I'm in my forties
If that's my fate, I ask you to kill me gently, and forgive me
I'm tired of being hurled down and feeling like crap daily
Been missing Jummah and salah lately
Hard to say that I'm even sorry
Tired of being disappointed, want to change
But keep making the same mistakes again and again
Here's my S.O.S., oh Majestic and Generous
Give me what I ask for, for I have no one else
I'm at the end of my rope, I ask You for help
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Craving Your Presence
I hope, wait and yearn to hold onto you so tight,
Radiate some warmth and draw you a smile,
Teach you what's wrong and show you what's right,
Guide you towards light in the midst of a trial...
I long to hear you moan about life and its pain,
So that I hand you the key to happiness and joy,
Let you once again see the bliss of standing in the rain,
The days you enjoyed jumping in the puddle with your toy...
I crave to hear you call me even when I sleep,
To either tell me you love me or show me that you care,
Understand my eyes will not close when I hear you weep,
Yes your life is yours but with me please do share...
because all this is me yearning to be a mother
& for you to be my child.
Author Uknown
Radiate some warmth and draw you a smile,
Teach you what's wrong and show you what's right,
Guide you towards light in the midst of a trial...
I long to hear you moan about life and its pain,
So that I hand you the key to happiness and joy,
Let you once again see the bliss of standing in the rain,
The days you enjoyed jumping in the puddle with your toy...
I crave to hear you call me even when I sleep,
To either tell me you love me or show me that you care,
Understand my eyes will not close when I hear you weep,
Yes your life is yours but with me please do share...
because all this is me yearning to be a mother
& for you to be my child.
Author Uknown
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Like the Strong Wind
It blew like the strong wind;
It burst like a bright flame;
It became like a youth in its determination;
It flew like a hawk, with pride;
Welcome, my caravan; My caravan of wisdom;
O generation of the future, let’s go;
Let’s exert ourselves and work hard;
Let’s always rise to the top;
And never accept to be less than the best;
My friends, let’s go about;
And learn different fields of knowledge;
Let’s excel in five or six;
And help a brother or sister;
Leave your laziness and slumber;
The lazy person has never succeeded;
And stop criticizing and blaming;
As Allah is the Helper of people;
Revive the glory of this Ummah;
When it was at its peak;
And brush this dark cloud away from it;
With your high aspirations…
It burst like a bright flame;
It became like a youth in its determination;
It flew like a hawk, with pride;
Welcome, my caravan; My caravan of wisdom;
O generation of the future, let’s go;
Let’s exert ourselves and work hard;
Let’s always rise to the top;
And never accept to be less than the best;
My friends, let’s go about;
And learn different fields of knowledge;
Let’s excel in five or six;
And help a brother or sister;
Leave your laziness and slumber;
The lazy person has never succeeded;
And stop criticizing and blaming;
As Allah is the Helper of people;
Revive the glory of this Ummah;
When it was at its peak;
And brush this dark cloud away from it;
With your high aspirations…
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Controlling the Gaze
A poet has pertinently described the evil of letting loose and not controlling ones gaze, and it aptly applies to watching TV and movies:
كل الحوادث مبداها من النظر ... ومعظم النار من مستصغر الشرر
والمرء ما دام ذا عين يقلبها ... في أعين العين موقوف على الخطر
كم نظرة فعلت في قلب فاعلها ... فعل السهام بلا قوس ولا وتر
يسر ناظره ما ضر خاطره ... لا مرحباً بسرور عاد بالضرر
Translation:
All evil occurrences begin with ones glance,
And most fires are caught by (negligence of) those who deem sparks insignificant.
A man remains in danger as long as his eyes scrutinize the eyes of (beautiful) women with large (gorgeous) eyes,
How many a glance has done to the heart the same as what an arrow would do -- without any bow or string.
The one glancing is pleased with what harms his inner self.
No thanks to pleasure that brings harm.
askimam.org
كل الحوادث مبداها من النظر ... ومعظم النار من مستصغر الشرر
والمرء ما دام ذا عين يقلبها ... في أعين العين موقوف على الخطر
كم نظرة فعلت في قلب فاعلها ... فعل السهام بلا قوس ولا وتر
يسر ناظره ما ضر خاطره ... لا مرحباً بسرور عاد بالضرر
Translation:
All evil occurrences begin with ones glance,
And most fires are caught by (negligence of) those who deem sparks insignificant.
A man remains in danger as long as his eyes scrutinize the eyes of (beautiful) women with large (gorgeous) eyes,
How many a glance has done to the heart the same as what an arrow would do -- without any bow or string.
The one glancing is pleased with what harms his inner self.
No thanks to pleasure that brings harm.
askimam.org
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Blaming God
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Just Chilling
Time is passing
But life I’m living
Drug taking
Getting high
Escaping reality
But loving the feeling
Brain cells killing
But definitely chilling
Women chasing
Clubbing and dancing
Someone else’s woman touching
Swearing and fighting
Escaping and running
Yeah I’m just chilling
My women texting
Loving and romancing
Expressing love and playing
Using and hurting
It’s a game that I’m playing
Flirting and falling in love
Daydreaming and grieving
And moving on
To the next gal
Jummah missing
Too cool and busy for praying
Time for that when I’m retiring
Parents advise ignoring
What do they know about fun and chilling?
Joyriding and accelerating
Music blasting
Friends dying
Crying and janazah praying
Life is passing
But I’m just chilling
Drifting and sleeping
Going with the flow
Signs of Allah ignoring
My purpose in life denying
Yes I’m sleepwalking
Like a zombie
Slowly realising
Incidents connecting
It’s Allah that’s controlling
Ya! Allah please guide me
From destruction and eternal punishment
Ameen
by Showkat
But life I’m living
Drug taking
Getting high
Escaping reality
But loving the feeling
Brain cells killing
But definitely chilling
Women chasing
Clubbing and dancing
Someone else’s woman touching
Swearing and fighting
Escaping and running
Yeah I’m just chilling
My women texting
Loving and romancing
Expressing love and playing
Using and hurting
It’s a game that I’m playing
Flirting and falling in love
Daydreaming and grieving
And moving on
To the next gal
Jummah missing
Too cool and busy for praying
Time for that when I’m retiring
Parents advise ignoring
What do they know about fun and chilling?
Joyriding and accelerating
Music blasting
Friends dying
Crying and janazah praying
Life is passing
But I’m just chilling
Drifting and sleeping
Going with the flow
Signs of Allah ignoring
My purpose in life denying
Yes I’m sleepwalking
Like a zombie
Slowly realising
Incidents connecting
It’s Allah that’s controlling
Ya! Allah please guide me
From destruction and eternal punishment
Ameen
by Showkat
Monday, June 24, 2013
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)
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)
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
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!
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!
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
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
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
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