Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Sometimes In Life We Feel So Blue,
But Someone Somewhere Is Not As Happy As You.

Somewhere Far At The Border When A Soldier Sleeps,
Missing His Loved Ones, He Silently Weeps.

Somewhere a Mother Painfully Sighs, Because Her Newborn Baby Didn't Open Her Eyes.

Somewhere A Poor Dad Pleads & Cries,
When He Sees His Son Begging For A Bowl Of Rice.

Somewhere In An Orphanage A Little Girl Is Sad,
When She Sits Alone & Misses Her Mom & Dad.

So At Times, To Have A Reason To Smile, You May Not Have Any,
Say To Yourself That You Are Happier Than Many.

Because Life Is Beautiful & It's Not Always Blue,
& Someone Somewhere Is Not As Happy As You.

Make Shukr to Allah for what You have today
For tomorrow, you may not see the day....

Author: Unknown...

Saturday, April 28, 2012

To a lustful creator, soon to depart
The time will soon come for it to end
Tears, remorse and regret it will send

Deep emotions of anger and hurt
As you feel like a piece of dirt

But why do you fail to see
Allah has given you this opportunity

To turn away from this detested sin
Repent, and start a new beginnin’

From lewd behaviour become shy
Seeking forgiveness from Allah, do cry

Remove from your heart the lust dirty
And instead put love of Allah in your breast plenty

For this is the path to success
Jannah, the Muslims eternal address!!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

"Television" An excellent eye opening poem by Roald Dahl

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotized by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What the darling ones used to do?
'How they kept themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Ya Rabb

Ya Rabb…..
By Asma bint Shameem

I hope for your Mercy, Ya Rabb, while the whole world is asleep
I knock on Your door with heart so humble, my eyes thus weep

Hands raised high…..head bowed so low….. before You I kneel
I open my heart to you, I bewail my sorrows…..all what I feel

O, Knower of my troubles, Knower of my woes and fears
In great distress and grief I cry…..I let flow my tears

O Dispeller of my anguish, O Reliever of my pain
You are the One I turn to….. to You only, I complain

With emotions so raging, and soul so aching, my heart cries
I am hoping, Ya Rabbi, my prayers will pierce the highest skies

Its indeed Your Infinite Bounty, Your Mercy that sustains all
And indeed Your Forgiveness that restores those who fall

Only to You I stretch forth my hands, begging you… I plea
If you won’t turn to me, where else can this wretched soul flee

You alone can allay my pain, only You can relieve my distress
You are ar-Rahmaan, ar-Raheem, take me out of this mess

Send Mercy on me…. Suffering and agony is hard to bear
Forgive me my sins and all the disobedience that I did dare

Rescue me from this, Ya Rabbi, You are the Redeemer
Save me from such tribulations…..You are my Savior

Grant me patience to bear, in these times of trials and tribulance
Let me be thankful to You….give me persistence and endurance

For I know, the Prophet said, “In times of trouble, if I bear patiently
……You will forgive me my mistakes and reward me certainly”

So guide me always…..keep me strong and steadfast on this Deen
Don’t let me go astray, even in most difficult times one’s ever seen

You are my Wakeel…..to You I turn over all my affairs
All my hopes and wishes, Ya Maula….I entrust to Your Care

You are my refuge, You are my comfort… You are the Only One
Indeed to you I belong and to You, surely, is my return

Al Huda Institute, Canada

Sunday, December 19, 2010


I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
'Oh excuse me please' was my reply.

He said, 'Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you.'

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
'Move out of the way,' I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
small voice came to me and said,

'While dealing with a stranger,
common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.'

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
'Wake up, little one, wake up,' I said.

'Are these the flowers you picked for me?'
He smiled, 'I found 'em, out by the tree.

I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue.'

I said, 'Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way.'
He said, 'Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway.'

I said, 'Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.'

Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company
that we are working for could easily replace us in
a matter of days.
But the family we left behind will feel the loss
for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more
into work than into our own family,
an unwise investment indeed,
don't you think?
So what is behind the story?

Do you know what the word FAMILY means?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

I wonder

As I look through my window Wonder, from where does this
wind blow
There must be someone who made trees
And then made them move to and fro...
Often as I look into the burning sun
I start to think of HIM, the Greatest One
HE is the creator and protector of all
I am the creator and protector of none !
HE gave me eyes to see HIS grace
HE gave me a tongue just to praise
Today, as I think of my bad deeds...
All selfish talks and my worldly greeds...
My eyes get filled with tears and shame
With pain and sorrow, my heart bleeds...
For how long in this world will I stay?
Surely, I'll hve to leave one day
With the passge of time, I've realized
I m nothing but a being of clay !

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Are you really my friend?

Asma Bint Shameem :

I sit with you all day …I spend all my time with you
I reach out to you when I am bored…or have nothing to do

I call you to have fun or just hang around
I call you when I need a shoulder….I call you when I am down

But are you really my friend? That’s my question to you
Something you need to answer….if you are really true

Do you stop me from all evil and prevent me from all vice…
Or do you assist me in it with your immoral advice?

Do you take me to the Masjid and remind me it’s time to pray…
Or do you say, ‘You can pray later….it’s perfectly okay’?

When we spend time together… are there angels in the room…
Or do we trespass limits where only devils dare to loom?

Is our talk filled with that which pleases the Most High…
Or is it that which angers Him….something sure to annoy?

Do you ask me to sin along with you….not leave you to sin alone?
Have I mastered through you the ways of sin? Has my evil grown?

If I start to backbite, do you stop me midway
Or do you add a word or two, adding spice to what I say

Do you encourage me….when I try to be good
Or do you make FUN of me….just as a Kaafir would?

When I walk with you in Hijaab….am I a source of embarrassment…
Or when I pray in public places, is that your predicament?

Do you remind me of the importance…of the Qur’aan and Sunnah?
Do you guide me to the Way of Success….Salvation…and Jannah?

Do we fast while others eat and drink…do we pray while others sleep…
Or are we the ones whose company no Pious would like to keep?

Have you taught me what I need to know…or have you pushed me away
From the very things that can save me on Judgment Day

When my deeds will be shown to me….when I see my final end
Will I then thank Allah for having you as a friend?

Will I curse you when it is time…to get up from my grave
“I wish I never met you!” ….Is that what I will rave?

"Oh woe to me! Had I not taken you as a friend!"
“What evil company…..to lead me to such an end!”

On the Day of Judgment….amid chaos, confusion and disgrace
You too, will run away from me….you too, will turn your face

Will I then know…..to my dismay….the bitter reality
Will I then realize ….that you are in fact my enemy?

If you really are my friend….if that’s what you really say
Then you will care about my ‘book’….the one I'll hold that Day

You will help me to fill it….with goodness and piety
And from sin and transgression….to keep it empty

You will aid me to do good…..advise me if am wrong
You will assist me in righteousness…You will make my Deen strong

You will not take offence if I enjoin what is good
And forbid what’s evil…..That’s the right of Brotherhood

And if, truly, for the sake of Allaah….we love one another
Under the shade of His Throne is where we will meet each other

I will then, thank you for your company, advice and good counsel
And the time we spent together…for all that I will be grateful

Then, if I were to enter Heaven I would look for you and ask…
“Where is my companion….my true friend of the past?

In Jannah we will abide…there we will be together
For…you were MY TRUE FRIEND….for ever and ever.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

A Short Letter to Allah,

Dear Allah,
clear my mind of everything
save the thoughts of You

empty my heart of everything
save the longing for You

fill my emptiness with nothing
but the sufficiency of knowledge

soothe my loneliness with nothing
but the promise that You will never forsake me,

Your helpless servant
so much in need of Your Compassion do not reject my pleas, ya Ilahi
do not turn me away, ya Rabbi do not cast me off Your Path
do not leave me stranded without Your Love.

by Nur Jannah

Give me some sparkle

Ya Rabbi! O my Rabb!!!!

I want to say the most gracious things
But what I really shouldn't, I say,
Help me with your loving touch
So that my words brighten someone's day.

I want to do the most wonderful things
But what I really shouldn't, I do,
Guide me with your inspiration
So that I can carry my life through.

I want to dream the most beautiful dreams
But what others say so difficult I keep dreaming,
Tell me more about that everlasting Garden
Just the mention of which keeps my face beaming.

I want to think the most hopeful thoughts
But my mind just wanders around,
Whisper to me again your words of assurance
So that thought for others in me abound.

I want to write the most happy writing
But my pen fails me in what I write,
Why don't you make me Your pen
So that my words can reach new height.

I want to paint the most lively painting
But stale and lifeless is what I paint,
Give me some sparkle in my life's brush
So that I don't portray a perfect saint.

I want to sing the most melodious song
But even I am not moved by what I sing,
Let my voice play the tune of your love
So that to some soul joy may it bring.

I want to be like you want me to
But often I find my wish is not my command,
Help me harness the power from your blessing
So that my mind becomes your wish-wand.


Our test

We have been told numerous times
That the journey to Jannah is not a free ride.
Trials and tests we must all face
To distinguish between the true and weak-faith.

Many give up while on the true path
We can see that the weak-hearted never last.
True love for Allaah always sees us through
If you keep making duâ'aa, He'll respond to you.

Nay! He is not named Al-Mujeeb for nothing
Verily, Allaah truly is The Responsive.
The plea of His slave, He loves to Hear
Surely, can you believe that Allaah's not there?

Patience is a virtue that must be attained
By the Will of Allaah, Jannah will be gained.
With every hardship definitely comes ease
Allaah's our Witness, Al-Shaheed.

Along with patience comes gratitude
Allaah's The Loving, Al-Wadood.
Truly He loves us when we obey
If we stick to Islaam, we'll never go astray.

Tribulations befall those whom Allaah loves
Passing His tests makes you free like as a dove.
To know that you stuck through it with Him
Truly Allaah Knows all, He's Al-'Aleem!

by sister Umm Junayd