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.

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.

Amin.

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

Test of faith

Blind are my eyes that can’t see the future
Watery they become when I remember the past
The ability to plan the outcome
yet walking in the dark to the pathway
of decisions that are predestined

Life a priceless gift from the One and Only Creator
A test of faith with obstacles at every turn
Judging at each corner to step ahead
Or return to the road not taken

Being a solider of Allah
yet the devil in my ear trying to lead me astray
Performing jihad though not a shedder of blood
Hijab, a symbol of faith, freedom, and modesty
Yet a prisoner in the eyes of the unbelievers

Judged by appearance as uneducated
But when I open my mouth
the words of wisdom enlighten the heart

Walking, talking sign of Islam
Yet perceived as unliberated
Misunderstood as a terrorist
yet practicing a religion which symbolizes peace

Those who choose to walk on the road
not taken only fool themselves
Though their outcome is predestined,
the power of supplication
and the will of the One and Only Creator
can rise a person from the pits of hell
To the door of heaven.

Spider and the fly

One day the spider said to the fly,
“You always pass my house, but never come inside.

“Is my house too dirty for your feet?
Why don't you come inside and have a seat?

“You avoid strangers, don't worry I understand,
but I am a very dear friend, and have only good things planned.

“My house is suitable for a queen, isn't it?
And so there are stairs in front, if you ever wish to visit.”

“Mr. Spider, I'm too clever,” was the answer of the fly.
“Go deceive someone else, but me, don't even try.

“Whoever climbs your stairs forever remains trapped,
Mr. Spider, I'm too smart, you should've thought of that!”

Now the spider said, “You think my house is too plain for you to see?
I want you to be happy, but it's obvious you don't care about me.

“Why don't you come inside and rest your tired wings?
Inside I have kept for you many beautiful things.

“My house is made of mirrors, you'd have a lot of fun.
I have the most comfortable beds that aren't for just anyone.”

The fly answered, “All this is nice, but an offer from you will never take.
I know better than to sleep on your bed from which I would never awake.”

The spider was impressed by the cleverness of the fly,
“But how can I trap her?” He thought, “how can I try?

“Flattery!” He thought, “it's almost like a rule,
flatter can transform any clever thing into a fool.

“Oh respected lady!” Said the spider, “please don't think I'd deceive you!
You are very smart, not to mention beautiful too.

Your head is decorated in jewels, and your eyes sparkle everyday.
You are gorgeous, intelligent and good. Just perfect in every way.”

As the spider continued to flatter her, the fly became more impressed.
“I have no need to fear you,” she said, “I can get rid of my stress.

“Refusing someone's offer is not a good thing to do;
breaking someone's heart is terribly painful too.”

So with confidence the fly flew towards the spider,
As she landed on the sticky web the spider quickly caught her.

The foolishness of the fly cost her a great deal,
But the spider's hunger vanished, having eaten a delicious meal.

Poet :Anonymous