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?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'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


Wassalam,
Al Huda Institute, Canada

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Family

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.'


FAMILY
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?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

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.

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

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Smile is contagious

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!!!

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~

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

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.

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

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Priorities in life

By Zahed bin Ghulaam

Busy, busy, busy is on everyone's tongue
Like a number one song, a million times sung
Running around crazy, as rational as a clown
Confusion and mayhem, things are upside down

Something is missing, something not quite right
Something so obvious, like black on white
My heart is agitated and in a state of suspense
As I try and define it, only an absence I sense

Life seems to have no purpose any longer
As I seek the elusive fame, status and wonga!
Laugh you may, but we're in the same boat
Chasing a dream which is misleading and remote

Surely mankind has a real purpose to serve
Surely there is something better we deserve
Better than the rich kid, respected and cool?
Designer cloths, fast car, a penthouse with a pool?

Better than parting and chilling with the boys?
Mobile phones, laptops, x-box and fancy toys?
Definitely there is more to life than these
To real happiness these are not the keys

We must wake up and we must get wise
There is something better, we must realize
Take a few deep breaths and deeply think
Because into your heart the truth must sink

The big problem is - our priorities are wrong
Everything has a place in which it belongs
So re-arrange things in their proper layers
First on the list is the daily prayers

Don't take it lightly -Salah must be completed
And day in day out, it must be repeated
Even if you are travelling or have ill-health
Or are tired and old or are busy getting wealth

The Salah is the link you must never neglect
This is the golden rule you must respect
It separates the Muslims from the rest of mankind
And by this Salah, the Muslims are defined

Bowing and prostrating, the prophet prayed
In performing the Salah, he never delayed
Before his maker, the prophet would stand
Submitting to and followed every command

In this spiritual ecstasy hours would pass by
And many tears from his eyes he would cry
Asking for guidance and forgiveness for all
And asking for mankind to accept the call

If we follow this example, we will also succeed
so for true guidance, we should also plead
We should turn to Salah, at our times of need
And only towards goodness this will lead

All the rest of the problems will disappear
And true peace and happiness will appear
The salah will embrace the soul like a friend
Things will come together - all wounds will mend

All the missing pieces will fall in their place
And this life on Earth, we will truly embrace
The link with Allah will not be broken,
This is the promise that Allah has spoken

To pray the Salah, don't ever forget
To pray the salah, you must always respect
To pray the salah, you must never neglect
To pray the Salah, to Allah will connect.

Your right priorities have to be defined
and chasing shadows, you must leave behind
In praying your Salah, success you will find
With contentment in life and peace of mind

Dedicated to brothers and sisters who knows that they need to start praying more regular (including me). May Allah give us all the guidance and strength to prioritise our lives properly and through His mercy attain success in this life and in the hereafter (ameen).

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The Jewish Soldier and a 4 year Palestinian girl


From the diary of an almost 4-year old Palestinian girl who lost her eye to a bullet.

Tomorrow the bandages will come off,
I wonder, will I see half an oven? Half an apple?
Half my mother's face with my one remaining eye?

I did not see the bullet
But felt its pain exploding in my head.
his image did not disintegrate
The soldier with his big gun and steady hands
And the look in his eyes I could not understand
If I can see him so clearly with my eyes closed,

It could be that inside our heads
We each have one spare set of eyes
To make up for the ones we lose.

Next month, on my birthday
I'll have a brand new glass eye
Maybe things will look round and fat at the middle.
I gaze through all my marbles,
They make the world look strange.

I hear a nine-month-old has also lost an eye,
I wonder if my soldier shot her too,
A soldier looking for little girls who look him in the eye.
I'm old enough, almost four,
I've seen enough of life
But she's just a baby
Who didn't know any better

By Hanan Mikhael Ashrawi

Friday, January 29, 2010

I am a Muslim, but only by Name

I am a Muslim, but only by name
When it comes to practicing, what a shame!

It's alright if I occasionally lie
Yes I practice, BUT when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases society.
If I show my ankles, they'll point and laugh
They'll think it's too short and reckon I'm daft.
If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They'll reckon I'm a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the sunnah I'll get great reward
But the Kuffaar will look down on me, that I can't afford.

Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name
I make excuses which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I'm a sane man and I'm on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack!
To hide my inferiority complex I protest it's unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I'm a blatant fraudulent
The best thing is no-one can hear what's going on inside
People think I've got it made and with my life I'm satisfied.
But I'm afraid this is a fable and it's a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this I daren't even mention.
If I remain ignorant it's OK, 'cos then I don't have to practice
Yes I'm conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalima and I think I have Imaan
I can't help my attitude - I was placed in a Kufrstaan.
Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name


And with my precious life I'm playing a foolish disastrous game!

A little Muslim from Palestine
I’ll always be a contender
Yes I know my bones are very tender
And by Allah you won’t see me surrender
Look at my eyes/ you’ll see no butterflies
My home is filled with cries …….due to all the lost lives
But I swear by Allah I’ll never compromise
I’ll still throw the stones even with my broken bones
Why can’t I hear from you, don’t you have any phones?
Yes I forgot, you’re not on the chase, try it out and put your self in my place

Soon I’ll return to my lord, the one that deserves every grace
Oh you don’t have to worry because of me you’ll find no trace
You could have sent me at least one dinner plate
I guess it is my fate
It really is to late, why did you wait
And la ilaha ill Allah is my mate