He smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
The stranger remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waiter, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that moment
that he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering puppy
And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm.
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be Upright President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent.
...and THAT is the power of a smile! So smile away :)
The Messenger of Allah Muhammad (peace be upon him) said: "To smile in the company of your brother is charity. " (Bukhari)
Be part of Operation Smile...its Highly contagious!!!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
When a person fears Allah
When a person fears Allah, you can tell
You can see it in his face and in his eyes
In what he will cling to and what he will despise
In what is the center of his attraction
In how he defines the word satisfaction
In how he stops to think before an action
In how he hates spiritual distraction
In ...how restless is his relaxation
In how remembrance of Allah is his favorite vacation
In how cautious is his enjoyment
In how particular he is about his employment
In the direction in which he casts his glances
In how when it comes to his soul, he doesn’t take chances
In the secretive way, he shares his money
In faith he finds a taste much sweeter than honey
In his poverty to Allah, he has found Richness in His Pleasure
In his emptying his heart in repentance, he has found forgiveness beyond measure
In his isolation with his Lord, he feels overwhelmed with the company of blessings
In his hatred of ignorance and fearing a return to a life of transgressing
In how taqwa is his leader, not his desires
In how clear and lofty are, the goals for which he aspires
In how he tames his stomach and incarcerates his tongue
In how readily he submits to the truth shows his love
In how he smiles at the believers and frowns at his sins
In how smooth and loving he is with his wife knowing that gentleness always wins
In how he ponders over the creation of his Lord, increasing in insight and joy!
Fortifying his faith with tawheed knowing what shirk can destroy
By Allah, I love this person and love to watch and count his ways
By Allah, I miss this person who seems so rare these days!
~Anonymous~
You can see it in his face and in his eyes
In what he will cling to and what he will despise
In what is the center of his attraction
In how he defines the word satisfaction
In how he stops to think before an action
In how he hates spiritual distraction
In ...how restless is his relaxation
In how remembrance of Allah is his favorite vacation
In how cautious is his enjoyment
In how particular he is about his employment
In the direction in which he casts his glances
In how when it comes to his soul, he doesn’t take chances
In the secretive way, he shares his money
In faith he finds a taste much sweeter than honey
In his poverty to Allah, he has found Richness in His Pleasure
In his emptying his heart in repentance, he has found forgiveness beyond measure
In his isolation with his Lord, he feels overwhelmed with the company of blessings
In his hatred of ignorance and fearing a return to a life of transgressing
In how taqwa is his leader, not his desires
In how clear and lofty are, the goals for which he aspires
In how he tames his stomach and incarcerates his tongue
In how readily he submits to the truth shows his love
In how he smiles at the believers and frowns at his sins
In how smooth and loving he is with his wife knowing that gentleness always wins
In how he ponders over the creation of his Lord, increasing in insight and joy!
Fortifying his faith with tawheed knowing what shirk can destroy
By Allah, I love this person and love to watch and count his ways
By Allah, I miss this person who seems so rare these days!
~Anonymous~
Monday, March 15, 2010
Lasting moments
Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive and give me a fresh start
So change my heart and wash all the filth away
Don’t leave me drowning here in lonely way
I spent my life running away from you
And now I have no way to turn except you
I turn to you and begging you to be saved
And change me to an obedient slave
I have been doing all my life what I craved
Shaytan and nafs had me always enslaved
Iam ashamed that I have broken your rules
Worhip my nafs and left you ignorantful
But now I know the path leading to these
I bow to you iam asking you to help me
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be greatful to you,change my dead heart
My heart is dark and so my eyes remain dry
Iam at your door and begging you let me in
Don’t push me back in my life of hopeless sins
U change my heart forgive my sins on this day
Don’t leave me drowning here in lonely way
Wash all the filth and change my dead heart
Make me alive and give me a fresh start
Make me alive and give me a fresh start
So change my heart and wash all the filth away
Don’t leave me drowning here in lonely way
I spent my life running away from you
And now I have no way to turn except you
I turn to you and begging you to be saved
And change me to an obedient slave
I have been doing all my life what I craved
Shaytan and nafs had me always enslaved
Iam ashamed that I have broken your rules
Worhip my nafs and left you ignorantful
But now I know the path leading to these
I bow to you iam asking you to help me
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be greatful to you,change my dead heart
My heart is dark and so my eyes remain dry
Iam at your door and begging you let me in
Don’t push me back in my life of hopeless sins
U change my heart forgive my sins on this day
Don’t leave me drowning here in lonely way
Wash all the filth and change my dead heart
Make me alive and give me a fresh start
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Air Brushed
There she stands in front of the mirror,
her worst enemy because it shows her true reflection,
she tells herself she’s beautiful,
but she only sees imperfection,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
they call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
She picks the brick house shade to put on her lips,
a little bit of glam, and those jeans that hug her hips,
with those red stilettos, she wants to work it out,
like Beyonce when she steps out,
she applies the lightening cream,
that dark skin, she needs to conceal,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
they call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
Maybe she’s born with it,
that’s what she wants you to think,
as she struts past the men,
she’s fooled them again.
She passes by her enemy, who is now her supporter,
takes a quick look, and it doesn’t disappoint her,
a slave to the pretty, a slave to her beauty,
never pleased with anything,
so reaching perfection is her duty,
her Deen is about the looks and vogue is her qur’an,
her tawaf is at sephora, and her ramadan in milan,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
They call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
We pass by each other on the street,
she looks to me,
and,
me to her,
but she doesn’t fool me,
behind the fake facade.
She thinks she is free,
but her shackles are apparent to me,
we’re both slaves, but the difference,
you see,
is that my worship is real, and hers is imitation,
my servitude is my freedom, my deen is my motivation,
but her servitude is artificial, a knock off salvation,
if you’re not a slave of Allah,
you’ll be a slave of some other,
so I submit to the Creator,
I don’t answer to another,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
They call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
- Amatullah is a writer and wannabe poet, who shares the khayr at www.tayyibaat.com and www.muslimmatters.org.
her worst enemy because it shows her true reflection,
she tells herself she’s beautiful,
but she only sees imperfection,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
they call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
She picks the brick house shade to put on her lips,
a little bit of glam, and those jeans that hug her hips,
with those red stilettos, she wants to work it out,
like Beyonce when she steps out,
she applies the lightening cream,
that dark skin, she needs to conceal,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
they call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
Maybe she’s born with it,
that’s what she wants you to think,
as she struts past the men,
she’s fooled them again.
She passes by her enemy, who is now her supporter,
takes a quick look, and it doesn’t disappoint her,
a slave to the pretty, a slave to her beauty,
never pleased with anything,
so reaching perfection is her duty,
her Deen is about the looks and vogue is her qur’an,
her tawaf is at sephora, and her ramadan in milan,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
They call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
We pass by each other on the street,
she looks to me,
and,
me to her,
but she doesn’t fool me,
behind the fake facade.
She thinks she is free,
but her shackles are apparent to me,
we’re both slaves, but the difference,
you see,
is that my worship is real, and hers is imitation,
my servitude is my freedom, my deen is my motivation,
but her servitude is artificial, a knock off salvation,
if you’re not a slave of Allah,
you’ll be a slave of some other,
so I submit to the Creator,
I don’t answer to another,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
They call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
- Amatullah is a writer and wannabe poet, who shares the khayr at www.tayyibaat.com and www.muslimmatters.org.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I am a sinner, yet I repent
Say: "O 'Ibadi (My slaves) who have transgressed against themselves (by committing evil deeds and sins)! Despair not of the Mercy of Allah, verily Allah forgives all sins. Truly, He is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.(39:53) = )...
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
everyday same old story
dress to impress to the club
pick up my date
oh yea it's time to rate how good she looks good or bad
when I 'm going to find good mate
that will lead me to the gat of jannah
I better take her home before it's too late
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
The next day shoot some hoops with the boys
Talk about girls as if they were toys you
Talk about how fine that girl with that tight skirt that shows her big ol booty
Oh man!Check out her tight white shirt that shows her big boobs
Oh yea! and it's see through
You approach her not caring about her name
You just wanted spit your game
Shoo that 's pretty lame
what type of fame do you get from that?
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
had nightmare last night
Seen Tupac in my dream saying hellfire it hot like motha
Jumped out of my bed out of fear
I knew my death was so near
Never took the chance to hear The beautiful recitation Al-Qur 'an kareem
I knew this was wake up call
time to stop smoking all the weed
That didn't bring any good deeds
never did I ever feed A Miskeen
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are.
Written by Sister K.Khana
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
everyday same old story
dress to impress to the club
pick up my date
oh yea it's time to rate how good she looks good or bad
when I 'm going to find good mate
that will lead me to the gat of jannah
I better take her home before it's too late
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
The next day shoot some hoops with the boys
Talk about girls as if they were toys you
Talk about how fine that girl with that tight skirt that shows her big ol booty
Oh man!Check out her tight white shirt that shows her big boobs
Oh yea! and it's see through
You approach her not caring about her name
You just wanted spit your game
Shoo that 's pretty lame
what type of fame do you get from that?
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
had nightmare last night
Seen Tupac in my dream saying hellfire it hot like motha
Jumped out of my bed out of fear
I knew my death was so near
Never took the chance to hear The beautiful recitation Al-Qur 'an kareem
I knew this was wake up call
time to stop smoking all the weed
That didn't bring any good deeds
never did I ever feed A Miskeen
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are.
Written by Sister K.Khana
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