There was a time in my youth,

When Islam was only a custom.

They said “say La IIaha IIIa Allah,..

And pray, you’ll go to Heaven.”
Ah, how simple, no struggle in this,

Just a word, and simple act.

Thereafter I’m absorbed in this world


With my ‘assured’ place in Paradise intact.
But this was not to be my fate

For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.

I learnt of a man who struggled so hard

When his mission was from the start.

The story of someone who had morals,

Spoke gently, kindness he knew.

Never fearing to say what’s right,

His conviction in ISLAM was true.
The touch of his hand was as soft as silk

To comfort a crying child.

To mend his clothes, or do the chores,

Never complaining, he always smiled.
A living he made with his bare hands,

The same that held his mighty sword.

Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
His smell was always of musk,

And cleanliness he kept at his best.

Stark contrast with the heroes of today,

Who stink of beer and sweat.
He held the hands of his companions.

Unashamed to play with many children.

So modest, so humble, a perfect example,

That strangers could not recognise him.
His eyes slept little for nights were


His prayers he treasured much greater.

To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,

Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his

He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,

And bled for me at Ta’if.

He cried for me, tears of concern,

Just so I could have this belief.
His enemies admired his teachings,

Uniting every religion, every clan.

Till ISLAM came to every corner of the


O, but indeed he was only a man.
To own a house, or build his wealth

Was not his main priority.

To establish ISLAM was more essential,

To bring us under a Higher Authority.
Don’t you want him to plea for your case,

When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?

Don’t you wish to be around his fountain,

A burning desire to drink from his hand?

So I love him more than all creation,

My Leader, my Humble Prophet.

Muhammad (SAWS) was a mercy to all mankind,

And to me, he is………………..

Stir Fry

1/4 cup oil 1 onion sliced

1/2 inch piece of ginger sliced

1 inch fresh Turmeric sliced

5 pieces garlic peeled and sliced 

1 cup mushrooms sliced  

1/2 pound firm tofu cubed

1 head broccoli broken into small pieces  

1 bell pepper sliced 

1 yellow zucchini sliced

3/4 cup peanut butter 

4 tablespoons soy sauce

2 teaspoons nutritional yeast 

1/2 cup water 

Prep vegetables slice and set aside 

In wok heat oil and add garlic , ginger and Turmeric root sauté for 2 minutes add mushrooms , onions , broccoli, bell pepper and zucchini sauté until vegetables are tender

In sauce pan combined peanut butter ,soy sauce and nutritional yeast add water and stir till smooth and warm then add to vegetables and serve hot  

Childhood Hot Chocolate 

Childhood hot chocolate


3 tablespoons of Cocoa powder, 

7 tablespoons of sugar

1 quart whole milk or 1 can evaporated milk mixed to one quart

Big saucepan 

Combine sugar and cocoa powder together with wisk add milk and continue to wisk over low heat until it reaches a simmer remove from heat,  

Pour into mugs makes 6 to 8 servings. 

Can add 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon to cocoa and sugar mixture for more flavor.

Mini halal mashmellows can be added to cups before adding chocolate milk

Whip cream can also be used if its available

Side By Side

They lie on the table side by side –
The Holy Quran and the TV Guide.

One is well worn and cherished with pride.

Not the Quran, but the TV Guide.

One is used daily to help folks decide.

Not the Quran, but the TV Guide.

As the pages are turned, what shall they see?

Oh, what does it matter, turn on the TV

So they open the book in which they confide.

No, not the Quran, but the TV Guide.

The Word of Allah is seldom read.

Maybe a verse before they fall into bed.

Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be.

Not from reading the Quran, from watching TV

So then back to the table side by side,

Lie the Holy Quran and the TV Guide.

No time for prayer, no time for the Word,

The plan of Istiqama is seldom heard.

But forgiveness of sin, so full and free,

Is found in the Quran, not on TV

Hell Is Real

La ilaha illal lahu Muhammadur rasulul lah
Hell Is Real

I went into my classroom,

Ready for another year at school,

I didn’t want the work,

Just wanted to hang and be cool.

I had on new clothes,

New sneaks on my feet,

I was there for class on time,

Went to the back and took my seat.

Yeah, I’m moving up,

I’m already grown,

Soon I’ll be graduating,

And out on my own.

I talked to some of my friends,

We were all having fun,

Said some things I shouldn’t have said,

Did stuff I shouldn’t have done.

I knew I was different,

I felt God touch my heart,

I knew I should set a standard,

But then I’d be set apart.

Walking to the bus,

I was not looking for strength,

I heard the car tires screeching,

But now it’s too late.

I’m standing in this room,

And I can see the heavenly gate,

Oh no! I never prayed,

I thought I had time to get it straight.

An angel walked to me,

He had a book in his hand,

I knew it was the Book of Life,

When would this dream end?

I told him my name,

And he began to look,

then he looked at me sadly and said,

Your name is not in this book.

Angel, this is a dream,

No, I can’t be dead!

He closed the book and turned away,

He whispered-You cannot proceed ahead.

No…no this can’t be real,

Angel, you can’t turn me away,

Let me talk to God,

Maybe he’ll let me stay.

He led me to the gate,

Allah came to me,

He did not let me in but said,

Beloved what is your need?

Allah, I cried, please,

Don’t cast me away from you,

Tears ran down my face as he said,

You knew what you needed to do.

Lord, please I’m young,

I never thought I would die,

I thought I’d have plenty of time,

Death caught me by surprise.

Lord, I went to mosque,

Please Allah, I believe,

He said you would not accept me,

My love you would not receive.

Lord, there were too many hypocrites,

they weren’t being true,

He took a step back and asked,

What does that have to do with you?

Lord, my family claimed to be saved,

They weren’t real, you know

I fell to my knees crying to him,

Lord, I planned to be real tomorrow,

I couldn’t make Him understand,

I had never–felt such sorrow.

Then it hit me hard, I said,

Lord, where will I go?

He looked into my eyes and said,

My child you already know.

Please Allah, I begged,

The place is so hot,


Lord, you’re supposed to love,

How can you send me to damnation?

He replied, with your mouth you said you loved me,

But each day you rejected my salvation.

With that in an instant,

Day turned into night,

I never knew such torture could be,

Now too late, I know the Quran is right.

If I can tell you anything,

Hell has no age,

It is a place of torture,

Separated from God and full of rage.

You know, I thought it was funny–a joke,

But this one thing is true,

If you never accept Allah


So please, ask Him into your heart

Please show this to everyone you care about(which should be


Mushroom And Greenbean Stir Fry 

Murshoom and green bean stir fry 

Ingredients needed for dish 

12 ounce pack greenbeans cut into smaller pieces 

1 small box mushrooms 

1 tablespoon Canola oil 

1/4 sesame seed oil

1 tablespoon soy sauce 

Pepper to taste 

To prepare 

  1. Boil pot of water blanch greenbeans for 5 minutes then plunge into ice cold water , 
  2. Set aside :
  3. Peel 6 cloves garlic finely chopped (I peel garlic then lay on cutting board and smack with flat side of knife to flatten then I chop it finely 
  4. Slice one small box mushrooms .
  5. In wok or skillet heat up oil over medium low heat 
  6. 1 tablespoon canola oil plus 1/4 teaspoon sesame oil for flavor 
  7.  Add mushrooms and garlic cook two minutes 
  8. Then add green beans and 1 tablespoon soy sauce 
  9. Cook until tender serve hot or cold