Allah the Most Merciful

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.

Solace of Allah

My heart longs for the solace of Allah,
and my fingers grasp the Holy Qu'ran.
I bow to Him in my wonder
and hope my faith will never be gone.

My Heart Beats

My heart beats with excitement
At the pleasure of reciting Your Name
O Allah, wipe away all my sins
And fill my record with voluminous good deeds.

The Dunya

 And nobody said it was going to be easy,
 Who said it won't make you cry?
 Did somebody tell you that you wouldn't trip, slip or fall?
 Tell me, who made you think it isn't hard?

 That your heart wouldn't be broken?
 Mistreated?
 Abused?
 Tired?
 Used?

 Who told you it was going to be easy..?,
 That you weren't going to make mistakes?
 That you wouldn't fail?
 Why do you keep saying you don't need me?
 And I don't need you?

 Who told you, you have to be alone?
 That this burden, you have to carry on your own?
 Test after test?
 Trial after trial?
 No sign of the end?
 Is that what you’re waiting for?

 Who said you wouldn't grow old?
 That your health would always hold?
 What made you think that he was yours?
 And not a gift from Him?
 What made you think you were perfect?

 Well, who told you there couldn't be change?
 Why do you keep remembering your old ways?
 Didn't He show you the road to take?
 And reminded you about him who wants you to go astray?
 But He gave you tauba? An open way?
 Why don't you take it?

 Who told you it was going to be easy?
 Give me their name!
 Our worlds are so different.
 But yet we are the same.
 Didn’t they tell you, you're just a traveller?
 That you have to cross this bridge?
 That the other side is nothing like this my friend?
 It is eternal bliss.

 Didn’t they tell you about the drink that you'll sip? (inshaAllah)
 By the Prophet's (s) hands?
 That you'll be united with your loved ones, as happy as can be?
 That you can invite them to your tea party?
 Didn't they remind you, His Mercy overcomes His Wrath?
 That no one is more Generous than He?

 Didn't they describe to you the Gardens so green?
 Where you'll sit and rest so peacefully?
 Did they not tell you to think big and just try your best?
 To keep going even when things seems dark?
 Did they not guide you to make your intentions sincere?
 To be genuine and honest, and to trust in He.

 Did they not tell you, anything is possible?
 Dreams can come true?
 What you seek is what you will find?
 So think positively.
 Think good of He.

 Nobody said it’s going to be easy.
 But be patient my friend.
 Don’t look down, look ahead.
 And be for He...

Anonymous

O Allah

O Allah, due to my tongue being dry
Grant me the ability to lift my hands & cry

Intellect and Heart

Intellect one day said to the heart

"I am a guide to those gone astray

Though bound to earth, i reach the heaven above
Just see how far reaching is my sway

I am cast in the mould of legendary Khizr
i am destined in the world to show the way

I am interpreter of the book of life
I am an attribute of divine display

You are but a drop of blood
i am the envy of ruby's ray"

"It's all true", the heart replied:
"But look at me, be as it may

You look at life's trauma and drama
I see through life's white and gray

You deal with outer manifestations
And i am aware of the inner fray

Knowledge is to you, intuition is to me
You seek god, I show to pray

Limit of wisdom is restless doubting
I am a cure for the malady of dismay

You are a lantern to illumine a spot
i am a lamp to illumine the way

You deal with the concept of time and space
I deal with the concept of Judgment day

To what lofty place i do belong
I am pedestal of God Almighty i say."

Allama Iqbal

Beauty Tips

For attractive lips
Speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes,
Seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure,
Share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair,
Let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise,
Walk with the knowledge that you will never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand,
you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands,
one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows.
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows!

Allah

Allah is truly the Almighty,
Who can create by simply saying be,
His beauty is beyond our imagination,
Leaves you to ponder in fascination,
He holds all beauty.
To worship him is our duty,
It is He who gives life from the dead,
'Be' is just whats needed to be said,
Its amazing how he created us all from one soul,
To worship him alone should be our goal,
He loves us all like 70 mothers,
Its is only Him and no others,
Allah holds all power,
Worship him before the final hour,
He is Merciful, Forgiving...I can go on for days,
To Allah belongs all praise.

Salat is Better than Sleep

Salat is better than sleep
Salat is better than sleep
I hear this as my phone sings
Salat is better than sleep
and better then food that I eat
yet I struggle to get on my feet
Sleep is better than Salat
Sleep is better than Salat
thats what I hear but it is not me who speaks
The Ummah of Muhammad (SAW) sleep
rather then pray what has been ordained
may Allah forgive our mistakes which are grave
the birds tune I hear, praising their lord
but my sisters snore forgetting about their lord
I struggle to wake and make wudhu ever so slowely
but I am now ready
off the the mosque now since I'm ready
with my father by my side
I'm off to the mosque now
even the hypocrites attended fard salats in the mosque
so what am I if I do not pray in the mosque
Salat is better then Sleep
As-Salatu khairoon minna noum

Whispers of the Night

by Sh. Abu Yusuf Riyadh ul Haq
I pounded on the door of mercy as the world slept
And humbling myself before my Creator I wept

Hands raised high and head bowed I knelt
And dejectedly began to lament what I felt

With a torn heart I gave a tongue to my woes and fears
And in great anguish and sorrow I let flow my tears

With poignant emotions raging in me so fierce
I hoped that my prayers would the heavens pierce

Oh Maker of my destiny, Master of my fate I cried
Thou art the only refuge and succour for one so tried

'Tis before Thee alone that I bemoan
Sufferings of mine only to Thee known

Pains and torments that I can no longer bear
Hopes and wishes I can entrust only to Thy care

For 'Tis only the ocean of Thine infinite bounty that sustains all
And only Thy forgiveness that restores those that fall

'Tis to Thee alone Oh Benevolent that I extend my hands in plea
To whom besides Thee can this wretched soul flee

Forgive my sins and grant me my desires Oh Almighty
Reject me not, for nothing can redeem me save Thy mercy

A Little Patience Goes A Long Way

Ibn Rajab – rahimahullaah – said: (1)
…and it’s incumbent upon the believer to have a little patience
in order to reach by way of it to a lengthy rest.

If he gets impatient then he is,
as has been said by Ibn al-Mubaarak:

Whoever exercises patience,
then how little is the patience he will have to exercise.
And whoever is impatient,
then how little is the enjoyment he will have.

al-Imaam ash-Shaafi’ee – rahimahullaah -
used to recite (the following verses of poetry):

“O my soul! It is not, except a few days of patience;
As if the extent were but a few dreams.
O my soul! Pass quickly on through this world;
And leave it, for indeed life lies ahead of it.” (2)

:وكان الإمام الشافعي رحمه اللَه ينشد

يا نَـفـسُ مــا هِـــيَ إلاّ صَـــبـــرُ أَيّامِ
كَــأَنَّ مُـدَّتَــهـــا أَضــغــاثُ أَحــلامِ
يا نَـفْـسُ جـــوزي عَـنِ الـدُنــيا مُـبـادِرَةً
وَخَــلِّ عَـنـهـا فَـإِنَّ الـعَـيشَ قُــدامـــي

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(1) From Ibn Rajab al-Hanbalee’s book “Fadl ‘ilm as-Salaf” - The Excellence of the Salaf’s Knowledge.

(2) Translation of ash-Shaafi’ee’s – rahimahullaah – poem is taken from an article titled “The Yearning of the Pious for Paradise” – al-Istiqaamah Magazine, Issue #2, Safar 1417 A.H. The rest of the translation (of what’s mentioned by Ibn Rajab in his book) is done by Thikraa.

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Beloved Habib

Beloved Habib,The best example of Allah's Mercy
Days pass to the sound of your praise
Counting the days till we can behold your blessed face

Beloved Nabi
The upholder of justice, maintainer of Mercy
What was it like that day, how did it feel
Stoned at Ta'if, yet you did not weep
They ignored the message yet you did not grieve

Beloved Habib,
The face of patience as life passed you by
when confusion rose inside, by your side you found your wife
To nurture your children to safeguard from misery
a loyal companion through worries and anxiety

Beloved Nabi,
Sabrun jameel, an example for us to live by
The year of sorrow, maybe the worst of your life
Allah's beloved but you went through more than most
Allah's beloved but luxuries you did not boast

Beloved Habib
Just one chance to sit in your company
To behold a face full of radiance and Mercy
To be in your presence just once, I ask from the Almighty
Hands raised to the heavens, Ya Allah let your habib love me

Beloved Nabi
When you breathed your last, did you make du'aa for me?
For the lost among your ummah, wretched souls are we
Will we drink from the fountain, are we really worthy?
Will you smile upon seeing us, your ummati?
Will you be there on the last day beloved Nabi
So that into Jannah we can gain entry...?

You Are All that is True

When wrong appears right
When it is only what you want it to be
The truth will never be a square peg in a round hole
It will never fit
No matter how hard you push it
No matter how hard you want it

Intention
So beautiful yet so hard
When channelled you lead to a ocean of happiness
But when my weakness lets my evil nafs take over
You take me to the sewer of my wants

Praise be to You
Oh Master of Masters
It’s through hardship
You made me realise what I had
It’s only through pain I return to You

I thought I knew it but You taught me
You taught me that I knew nothing

This world is not for me
Don’t ever make this world enough for me
Never let this head raise to look at another’s plate
Never let this man envy
Never let him look at another’s possessions and desire
Never let him be anything less than content.
Make the dua of Your beloved my dua and never leave me to myself for even the blink of an eye.
The blink of an eye.

Cars rust, clothes tear,
Money gets spent and looks wither away
All that will be remembered is sincerity
Sincerity for You

They care not what is lawful and what is not
Chewing on Riba, licking their fingers after
Chasing shadows as if the pleasure of this life are eternal
Their longing to be remembered is laughable
As if when they are gone their nearest won’t move on
As if from the sky they are not ants

If they bid for my contentment tell them I won’t sell
If they offer their wealth tell them to wash their souls and barter with that instead

All I get is one chance
Just one chance
Why would I spend that dreaming?

They lie
They go back on their word
They slip up
In the end You are all that is true

You were all that was ever true…

Author unknown

Advice on Friends

A real friend wishes his companions well,
He's not one who allows them to get close to hell,

Always be careful of the friends you Choose,
So, in the end, Jannah you will not lose,

If you find your companion is not stopping your wrong,
then, be weary, his friendship is not strong.

If you see the pattern made,
that when you are under your friend's shade,
Your Imaan begins to fade,

Leave the worthless creation,
make friends with Allah, Surely that is a high station!.
A dervish who had knowledge of our present situation,
Once told his students the following dictation,

"The meeting of people will never enrich you,
save with the gibberish of useless gossip.
So diminish your meeting with people,
except for knowledge or to improve your condition"
by Imran Ibn Zarkhan Al Shafi

The Tears Never Did Stop

I set my foot inside the Holy Mosque,
Upon the cold, white marble, Where day and night, People
sat worshipping, praying,
The tears never did stop.

Right and left, the Mosque being cleaned,
Shining, not a particle of dust, The carvings of marble, the plates of gold,
The symmetry of the whole Mosque, the largest of it all,
The tears never did stop.

Then came the grandest of the whole,
The center of one's life and concerns, The big, Beautiful House of Allah,
Covered with black cloth and gold leaf writing,
The tears never did stop.

My life flashed past me, the good and the bad,
such a feeling I had never felt before,
A special bondage to the Almighty-A sudden chill in me,
The tears never did stop.

Looking around, the large floor was filled with people,
Circling the beautiful house, loudly chanting,
People sitting, praying for forgiveness,
Praying for another chance to lead a better life,
The tears never did stop.

Taking a deep breath, I entered the never ending crowd,
With my heart pouring out all the prayers I could think of,
Begging for forgiveness of my sins,
Praying to become a better individual
The tears never did stop.

I ran around the black house,
The ancient, black house built by Ibrahim (AS) centuries ago,
Where not one second passes when people are not circling it, praying,
The tears never did stop.

I got closer as did my heart, mind and soul,
I touched the sacred house, hands trembling,
Knowing I was as close as ever to the Almighty,
The tears never did stop.

It was amazing, everyone centered their attention only on worship
All worldly concerns forgotten, focused on praying,
Forgetting everyday matters and happenings,
The tears never did stop.

The rituals were tiring, took strength and time,
But what is a few hours for our Giver, Our Creator?
For what He has given us, the worldly goods, the luxuries,
A few hours of forgiveness for our sins,
The tears never did stop.

Author Unknown

Final Ritual

Disastrous storm of suffering has broken loose,
Unsettling black fog disrupted her misery stage,
Its glorious air cursed into depressing stale,
Sadistic play continued as certain as fate,
Theatrical of distress was each day relive,
Portrayed hardness of heart as virulent plague,
Pride and honor disfigured and unspeakably disgraced,
Virile soul once but ailed and wretched,
Guilt got overthrown while fear diminished,
Stream of tears kept her sedative consoled,
As seductive whisper of end eagerly awaited,
That night death freed she who sinned,
Satan has won again as Angels wept,
Burning gates of hell slammed entirely shut.

By AyaMikail

All That Glitters is not Gold

All that glitters is not gold
So many times I had been told
Yet I ignored this simple advice
And fell in love with my demise

Glittering bright you enraptured me
The rest I could and would not see
Gilded gold were truly you
All fake and not true

An embodiment of my dreams
In every aspect to me it seemed
A treasure to hold close to my heart
Which one day you would tear apart

But like all lies yours didn’t last
The truth revealed- cruel and fast
And then I realised to what I was blind
An ore of impurities yet to be refined
Lacking the value of true gold
For an expensive price you had been sold

Money cannot value my loss
For my very soul you had cost
But a valuable lesson I was taught
Gold should never ever be sought

For all that glitters is not gold
I learnt once my heart was sold.


Masumah

The Veil

Ignored, left and abandoned by association
Seen as a germ, convicted of the sin of abandoning assimilation

The veil of hers, not combined with tight jeans or cute ditsy little shirts,
With an attitude that says no to flirtation--not wanting attention, even if it hurts

A person of that type and especially a female
Is not well liked, for many believe that she should be on sale

For all to see,
bought cheap as eyecandy

They say its freedom to dress as if there's a shortage on cotton,
And its apparently fine for everyone to look at her bottom

But when a girl wants to cover up and respect herself and her deen, they call her oppressed--
Sling at her names, give odd looks and try to make her depressed

Nonetheless, she's patient, persevering, and not succumbing to their jargon,
For the duniya is a prison to the believer and to the kafir, a garden...

The only girl who wore a hijab to college

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

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)