Begging For Relief 

In the middle of those dark hours of lonely nights filled with pain and despair, and sorrowful litanies,

my heart does borrow from tomorrow’s hunger

trying to gain some freedom from all suffering

when the moon darkens overhead;

I am all alone with my fears and tears falling down from my eyes…

When will my body, and soul be free from pain and deep dark dismay,

of depression?

When will Allah grant me the moment of joy and peacefulness,​ strength without self doubt ?

When will prayers become easy-flowing from my heart and lips?

Allah grant me ease from my suffering make my faith stronger than before

I beg you, for I am your humble servant , following the religion to the best of my ability .

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Life Is Short

It was early in the morning at four,When death knocked upon a bedroom door,

Who is there? The sleeping one cried.

I’m Malkul Mawt, let me inside.

At once, the man began to shiver,

As one sweating in deadly fever,

He shouted to his sleeping wife,

Don’t let him take away my life.

Please go away, O Angel of Death!

Veiled Women 

Her long, thick, shiny red hairFell against her back.

Her rich, white alabaster  skin

Gleamed in the sunlight.

Her slender figure outlined,

With her soft voluptuous curves.

But when she stepped outside,

She became a ghostly figure of the night.

Nothing more to the people

Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.

But she showed them.

As she walked down the street,

People made way,

Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.

And others whispered,

As she held her head up high,

With pride in her belief

And showed them how oppressed she really was!

While they whistled at their women,

Looking them up and down as they were

pieces of meat to be inspected?

She pitied their savage ways.

As she walked into the arms of

her partner,

Her only love,

Her husband.

Where she was transformed,

Into her beautiful self,

For only his eyes to see.

 MY BELOVED !

MY BELOVED…
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

again,

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

precious,

His prayers he treasured much greater.

To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,

Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his

Creator.
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

world,

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………………..
MY BELOVED !

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,

He whispered, DEPART FROM ME, I KNOW YOU NOT.

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

HELL IS WAITING FOR YOU!

So please, ask Him into your heart

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

everybody)

Be Thankful 

Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire,If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don’t know something

For it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.

During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations

Because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge

Because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes

They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you’re tired and weary

Because it means you’ve made a difference.

It is easy to be thankful for the good things.

A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also

Thankful for the setbacks.

GRATITUDE can turn a negative into a positive.

Find a way to be thankful for your troubles and they

Can become your blessings.