"Does it Matter?"

"Does it Matter?"

By,
Hisham Zoubeir

"Where we go, you cannot follow.

What we must do, you must steer clear of.

Whom we are, you shall not become.

For those who have sought the truth, we find it.

For those who have suffered, we fight for.

For we are the ones who have not suffered,

and have not sought the truth.In their name, do we go.

"The sun's light shines on my face

As I see the dawn arise over the horizon.

I realise that it is time, to pay reverence

To my sovereign Lord.

I see the rays of the light come through the clouds

And I see a new land before my eyes;

Far different than the one I saw In the day past.

I cannot imagine how it was different before Only that it wasAnd so was I.

For both I and the landHave experienced a rebirth.

A new life, as the sun arose,And we arose From our slumber.

Thank the AlmightyFor the gift of life."

"I have the spirit within me.How strong it is, I do not know.

But I know that it is of a type of gloryI have never before experienced.

It is the type that can deliver a manInto the depths of evil in this world

Or raise his entire civilisationInto the skies above.

It is a noble glory.It cannot be taken by another man.

It cannot be brokenBy an outside force.It cannot be shakenBy the external.But, and this is unfortunate;It can have all of these done By myself."

"Tell me people, how should I identify my nationality?

I am neither Emirati nor English, neither Egyptian nor Sudani.

But I carry the blood of them all.

Does it matter?

We are all one family.

Tell me people, how should I identify my faith?

I am not Christian nor Jew, but I am not Sunni nor Shia, not Hanbali nor Ibadite.

Does it matter? I hail only from where I am.

I follow only that which I believe to be true.

I follow no man; I only follow God.

And I am a Muslim."

Abu Talib (r) praises The Holy Prophet Mohammad (s)

Abu Talib (r) praises The Holy Prophet Mohammad (s)

Surely the Prophet Muhammad,

son of Aminah, Is for me like my own Child.
When he held on to the halter of my camel,

I felt compassion for him,
Even as the white camels were loaded,

Copious tears flowed from my eyes,

Tears like scattered pearls
I treated him kindly as befits a close relative

And guarded well the trust of his forefathers concerning him.
I ordered him to ride among paternal uncles,

With white faces, brave swordsmen,

They travelled to the furthest

known station Far indeed was the station where their camels lay down !

When at last the people of Busra saw him,

They met a learned monk who was keeping close watch
He related to them a true account concerning him,

And thus turned back the people of envy
A group of Jews also saw what he saw : The shade of a white cloud and the glory of a close relative

They went seeking to kill Muhammad,

and he restrained them,

And thus engaged in the best of struggle.

The Muslim Woman "Unveiled"

The Muslim Woman "Unveiled"

By,

Ibrahim Abdul-Rahman

You look at me and call me oppressed,

Simply because of the way I'm dressed,

You know me not for what's inside,

You judge the clothing I wear with pride,

My body's not for your eyes to hold,

You must speak to my mind,

not my feminine mold,

I'm an individual, I'm no mans slave,

It's Allah's pleasure that I only crave,

I have a voice so I will be heard,

For in my heart I carry His word,

" O ye women, wrap close your cloak,

So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk",

Man doesn't tell me to dress this way,

It's a Law from God that I obey,

Oppressed is something I'm truly NOT,

For liberation is what I've got,

It was given to me many years ago,

With the right to prosper, the right to grow,

I can climb moutains or cross the seas,

Expand my mind in all degrees,

For Allah Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,

When He sent Islam,

To You and Me!

I'm too Busy

I'm too Busy

Everyday as i wake up at dawn

My mind start working the moment i yawn

There were many things to do, o dear!

That's why i hastily did my Subuh prayer

I didn't have the time to sit longer to praise the Lord

To me rushing out after prayer is nothing odd...

Since school, i had been busy every minute

Completing my tutorials and handing it in

My ECAs took up most of my time always

No time did i have to Allah to pray

Too many things to do and zikir is rare

For Allah, I really had no time to spare..

When i grew up and started my career

Working all day to secure my future

When I reached home,

I prefered to have fun

I chatted on the phone but i didn't read the Quran

I spent too much time surfing the Internet Sad to say,

my faith was falling flat...

The only time i have left is weekends

During which i prefer window shopping with friends

I couldn't spare time to go to the mosque

I'm too busy,

that's the BIG EXCUSE...

I did my five prayers but did so quickly

After prayer,

I didn't sit longer to reflect quietly

I didn't have time to help the needy ones

I was loaded with work as my precious time runs

No time at all to visit a sick Muslim friend

To orphans and elderly,

I hardly lent a hand

I'm too busy to do community service

When there were gatherings,

I helped the least My life was already full of stress

So i didn't counsel a Muslim in distress

I didn't spend much time with my family

B'coz i thought, doing so is a waste of time...

No time to share with non-Muslim about IslamEven though I know,

inviting causes no harmNo time to do Sunnah prayers at all

All these contribute to my imaan's fall..

I'm busy here and busy there

I've no time at all,

that's all i care I went for religious lessons,

just once in awhileCoz i'm too busy making a pile...

I worked all day and i slept all night

Too tired for Tahajjud and it seemed not right

To me, earning a living was already tough so i only did basic deeds but that's not enough..

No time at all, to admire God's creation

No time to praise Allahh and seek His Compassion

Although I know how short is my lifeFor Islam,

I really didn't strive..

Finally the day comes,

when the Lord calls for me

And I stood before Him with my Life's History

I feel so guilty b'coz i should have prayed more Isn't that what a Muslim lives for?

To thank Allah and do more good deeds

And the Quran is for us all to read.

.Now at Judgement Day,

I'm starting to fret

I've wasted my life but it's too late to regret

My entry to Paradise depend on my good behaviour

But i've not done enough nor did proper prayer

My "good deed book"

is given from my rightAn angel opened my "book" and read out my plight.

Then the angel chided me...."O You Muslim servant,

you are the one,Who is given enough time,

yet not much is done

Do you know that your faith is loose?

saying "no time" is only an excuse.

Your "good deed book" should be filled up more with all the good work you stood up for..

Hence, I only recorded those little good deeds

As I say this, I know your eyes will mist..

I was about to write some more, you see

But i did not have, THE TIME to list".......

Moment of No Doubt

Moment of No Doubt

Sometimes ,

I think about the moment of no doubt

the fate that reached every tall short personthin be he,

or stoutwhen it came it just came just like thatthe intensity of the

painunconcievable by the brain

they said it was like 70 swords aimed to strikehow can

I bear that ifwhen only by a cut,

my arm will get so stiffHow will i act.....

What will I say....

I can't just run away from facing that day

All I can do is Pray to Allah

everyday in hope that he may make it a simple day

I heard that some hallucinated and from the paincommited blasphemynow....

I really won't likethat to happen to meat

least becauseat that moment of pain

I'll be under so much strain that caring about someone else would be the least

Will I go to Janah what my soul always desired?

or will I be sentdirectly to the hellfire?........

just like that My soul always tells me:"No ,

that won't happen to you....

you are a pious man with a heart overflown with Iman

Allah will spare youfrom the pain"....

But how can that be true....

When the Prophet sent to you better than you and him.....

peace be upon him suffered these moments too.....

just like that Or are you better than him?!

So my advice for you......

and for me toois to stick to The Book sent by The Creator of man

(and every other thing)The Holy Quran and read a part daily ,

at least one chapterthis insha Alla his good for the

Hereafternot only reading........

understanding tooQuran and Sunnah ..

stick to these two Is it too hardto do that at once?

Well, ... and so is...

entering Paradise So DO IT ........

that is my advice........

just like that and pray for the person

who wrote this poem so he won't be punished.....

just like that.

ISLAM IS HERE

Islam is Here

Islam is peace,

Islam is ease,Islam's not danger or disease.

Islam is love and prosperity.

Islam's not hatred or adversity.

Islam is salvation through repentence.

Islam has love for all in abundance.

Islam means no harm or affliction.

Islam implores you with affection.

Islam is neither maze nor craze.

Islam is giving Allah all praise.

Islam is acing through the race.

Islam will be on everyone's face.

Islam is worshipping only the Creator.

Islam's not mere numbers on a calculator.

Islam gives you power when you surrender.

Islam's not a terrorist or for a pretender.

Islam is patience and perseverance.

Islam eases your vengeance through tolerance.

Islam is life for all eternity.

Islam gives you respect,

moreover dignity.

Islam is winning hearts through honesty

Islam is giving openly in charity

Islam makes you wholesome and trustworthy

Islam is in wealth as well as in poverty.

Islam is your shield against all evil.

Islam is for your soul's retrieval.

Islam not fundamentalism or fanaticism.

Islam's not nationalism or racism.

Wake up, people,

Islam is here.

Islam is here, so have no fear.

I Wonder.....

I Wonder.....

From Mohammad Kamal

If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) visited you,

just for a day or two

If he came unexpectedly,

I wonder what you would do?

Oh I know you would give your nicest room,

to such an honored guest

And you would surely serve him,

your very very best.

You would be your finest,

cause you're glad to have him there

That serving him in you're home,

would be a joy without compare.

But when you see him coming,

would you meet him at the door

With your arms outstretched in welcome,

for your respected visitor.

Or would you run to change your clothes,

before you let him in

And hide some magazines to put the Quran,

where they had been?

Would you still watch those movies,

on your TV set

Or would you switch it off,

before he gets terribly upset.

Would you turn off the radio,

and hope that he had not heard

And wish that you did not sing,

that song word by word?

Would you hide your worldly things,

and instead take the Hadith books out

Could you let him walk right in,

or would you rush about?

And I wonder...

if the Prophet (SAW) spent,

a day or two with you

Would you go on doing the things,

that you always do?

Would you go right on and say the things,

that you always say

Would life for you continue,

as it does from day to day.

Would your family conversations,

keep up their usual pace

And would you find it hard at each meal,

to say a table grace?

Would you keep up each and every prayer,

without putting on a frown

And would you always jump up early,

to say your Fajr at dawn?

Would you sing the songs you always sing,

and read the books you read

And let him know the things on which,

your mind and spirit feed?

Would you take the Prophet (SAW) with you,

everywhere you plan to go?

Or would you maybe change your plans,

just for a day or so?

Would you be glad to have him meet,

your very closest friends

Or, would you hope they stay away,

until his visit ends?

Would you be glad to have him stay,

forever on and on

Or would you sigh with great relief,

when at last he has gone.

It might be interesting to know,

the things that you would really do

If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) came,

to spend some time with you.

My Beloved

My Beloved

By,

Ahmed M Hashim

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 !

The Simple Message of Islam

The Simple Message of Islam

By,

Zahid bin Ghulam

This life we are told is indeed a test so every nation with prophets was blessed124 thousand we learn from Hadithprophets came with the message of peace
They had the same message, Allah is onehe has no partners and has no sonDo good deeds and worship your Lord,help the needy with what you can afford
David, Jesus, Abraham, Moses and moreare some of the prophets that came beforeThey were only men we mustn't confuseselected by Allah to bring the good news
After these Prophets had passed awaypeople got mixed up and went astrayThey changed the message to suit their needsworshipped idols and start bad deeds
Another Prophet Allah would sendand their way of life he would amendThis pattern repeated again and againuntil Muhammed the final messenger came
A madman, a poet, a magician or whatall of the above he was notHis honesty and character they had all seenthis pure noble soul they called Al-Amin
Muhammed the truthful, was indeed sincereAllah's final messenger to many it was clearHe had been appointed to guide mankindto illuminate ignorant hearts so blind
The message was beautiful and so pureto the hearts of mankind the wisdom did lureIt filled their lives with love and compassionMuhammed words? No it can only be revelation
The prophet himself could not read or writeyet Allah gave him this illuminating lightIt entered their hearts purifying their soulsand the faithful scribes wrote it on scrolls
In Ramadan the whole Quran was recited and saideven today by millions of Muslims it is readEvery word was recorded like the prophet was toldthe exact same message fourteen hundred years old
The Quran is now for all mankind a guide,it can never be changed and will forever abide,Its a promise of Allah - an undisputed factthe message sent to Muhammed will remain intact
No more idols or lords we should erectthe oneness of Allah we should respectPart of the first pillar known as Tawheedrecited la-illah ha illallah the Muslim creed
We should pray Salah like the prophet taughtand ask for Allah's help like the Prophet soughtTo taqwah and unity this will indeed give risethe second pillar of Islam, the spiritual exercise
We must fast in the whole month of Ramadanand do good deeds as many as we canThis gift of life we begin to appreciateby not drinking or eating not even a date
Ramadan is a month Muslims eagerly awaitpeace, unity and happiness it does createremoving the blinkers a fresh outlook we seethis wonderful month, pillar number three
Some of our wealth we give to those in needthe homeless and hungry we must try and feedThe poor are helped much by this gift so smallthis is called Zakat the fourth pillar so tall
To visit the Kabaah, the house of Allahevery Muslim must travel from near and farOnce in a lifetime this great journey we makethe final pillar, a tough task we undertake
The rich, the poor, the black and the whitethe male, the female equal in Allah's sightFrom all walks of life to hajj they all camestanding before Allah they are all the same
To always be good and honest we must trywe need to remember one day we will dieOnly a very small time we can spend herethen we must leave this world so dear
We will be asked about the life we spentif we did good to heaven we will be sentthis will be decided on the Judgment dayand in heaven or hell we will forever stay
No more guides or prophets will be sent againinstead we have the Quran so deep yet plainIf we get confused to the Quran we turna message from the most high from which to learn
For all mankind and forever morewisdom and teachings it does storeTo eternal life it opens the doorthe words of our creator that we cant ignore
There are millions of Muslims in the world todaythe fastest growing religion experts sayTogether to the one true God Muslims Prayby following the Quran, its only Allah we Obey.

To a Non-Muslims Woman

To a Non-Muslims Woman

From,

Rashid Khan

When you look at me

All that you can see

is the scarf that covers my hair

My words you can't hear

because you're too full of fear,

mouth gaping, all you do is stare

You think it's not my choice

in your own "liberation" rejoice.

You think I'm uneducated,

trapped, oppressed and subjugated,

You're so thankful that you're free.

But non-Muslim woman you've got it wrong

You're the weak and I'm the strong.

For I've rejected the trap of man.

Fancy clothes - low neck,

short skirt those are devices for pain and hurt.

I'm not falling for that little plan.

I'm a person with ideas and thought.

I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.

I'm me - not a fancy toy,

I won't decorate anyone's arm,

nor be promoted for my charm.

There is more to be than playing coy.

Living life as a balancing game - mother,

daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook,

loverand still bring home a wage.

Who thought up this modern "freedom"?

Where man can love'em and man can leave'em.

This is not free, but life in a cage.

Always jumping to a male agendacompeting on his terms.

No job share, no creche facilities,

no feeding and nappy changing amenities

No time off for menstrual pain,

"hormones" they laugh "what a shame"

No equal pay equal skillyour job they can always fill.

No promotion unless you're sterilised.

No promotion unless you're sexually terrorised.

And this is liberation?

Non-Muslim woman you can have your life.

Mine - it has less strife.

I cover and I get respected,

surely that's to be expected,

for I won't demean the feminine,

I won't live to male criterion,

I dance to my own tune and

I hope you see this very soon.

For your own sake -

wake up and use your sight.

Are you so sure that you are right?

Whispers of Satan

Whispers of Satan

By ,

Sould Advisor

Stay in your bed, don’t make a fuss.
Your prayers can wait; give in to your nafs. (1)

What! Go to the mosque, the path you’ll pave?
Don’t bother, think of the gas you’ll save.

Why go the extra miles to be kind?
Don’t share that smile, they won’t mind!

Listen to your parents, why should you?
You’re big enough, don’t let them tell you what to do!

Don’t look at those orphans, what could they need?
You have your own problems, and family to feed.

Wear good Hijab? Oh me, Oh my, you’ll be targeted as a Muslim and put to shame.
Just wear no makeup, and dress simple and plain.

Go for Jihad? No not you.
It’s not your problem, what can you do?

Don’t worry about Jannah, your place is reserved.
I promise you’ll get all you deserve.

Preach about Islam, and be nice?
Listen to me, and take my advice!!!

Don’t fast during Ramadan, you’ll feel dead.
Don’t go for Hajj, the heat you’ll dread.

Why give charity, or feed the poor?
Don’t do it I say, They’ll just ask for more.

Don’t visit the Muslims, they’ll bite your back.
Don’t stop your work for prayer, it’s money you lack.

Then he makes you hoard your wealth.
He thinks while he talks, and laughs to himself.

You take me as your friend, and don’t give me a fight.
I’ll take you to hell to gain respite.

On the judgement day we will meet.
Allah’s plan we can not defeat.

Shatan thinks and thinks of more to say.
Say A’ oothoo billahi, and make him run away.

Dear believer, don’t let shatan put you to the test.
You can overcome him, just do your best.

(1) Nafs: Arabic word meaning self. (yourself)

To the People of the World

To the People of the World

This is the story that must be toldof an Iraqi baby, not very old.

Lying in her crib one star lit nightHow could she know of those planes in flight?She lay there quietly touching her nose,

Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,Oohing and cooing,

so sweetly is she,Talking to someone,

who could it be?An angel is standing with her in the room.

The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.

The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.

And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.

The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...

On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...

No one knows how long she lie there

Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?

Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?

Now that you mention it, who knows her name?

Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.

Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.

Where is my mommy? I love her so dearCome, get me mommy!

It's dark in here!I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.

There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?It hurts when I breath!

Where is my mother?!How long have I been here?

Is this just a dream?I open my mouth, but can't even scream.

That angel appears once again to my side,

This time with a tear I plead Why have I died?

Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others.

In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers.

Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die?

They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!

Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?

Don't they also have babies, just like me?

It is war they say, of which death is part.

How blind they've become, How hardened of heart.

Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak?

A victory claimed for killing the weak?!

Why are they happy?

Why are they proud?

Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!

No war has been won;

No ifs, buts, or maybes,

They've Only Killed Babies!!!!

INSOMNIA

Insomnia

By,

Zahid bin Ghulam

Trying to sleep but my eyes open wideWith voices whispering from every sideBattles in my mind and nowhere to hidea futile resistance against the rising tide
Thought after thought taunting my soulAs this constant barrage takes its tollEating away slowly now a gaping holeMy mind going crazy and out of control
I search frantically and fail in despairFor something elusive which was always thereSomething tossed away without a care its prolonged absence I can no longer bear
Peace of mind I no longer possess,A nightmarish life I must confessSo much hardships and so much stressA constant companion is pain and distress
Tossing and turning all night longmiserable and sad -everything is wrongwhat is life? and where do I belong?Millions of questions and all answers gone
My heart is riddled with grief and sorrowAnd with these thoughts my tears flowAll hope lost my heart sinks lowWithout a care what happens tomorrow
Finely balanced on the edge of a knifeI see the stranger who lives my lifean emotionless tyrant causing havoc and strifeA corrupted soul where ignorance is rife
My whole world is hypocrisy and liesAnd no more goodness do I recognizeEverything I possess I begin to despiseAnd this voice inside, I hear its cries
Of a promise made before the days of oldIn a meeting with my lord - I am toldThat forever in my heart, tawheed I would holdA promise broken for a miserable price sold
This murmuring voice so long ignoredTo delay it further, I can not affordSo this mission of truth, I have taken aboardWith conviction my shield and truth my sword
An uphill struggle an eternal fightBattle-lines drawn between wrong and rightReturning to my lord, I head for the lightSubmerged in Salah is my only respite
Lifting my hands to my lord I pray'let ignorance go and let faith stayThrough your mercy show me the wayGive me guidance so that I can obey'
With an open heart I read the QuranI discover my Creator's will and planWord of my Lord, a guidance for manMissing pieces restored now I am one
Content and happy, no more tears to weepContent and happy, I fall asleepPeace and happiness with faith running deepPeace and happiness - forever to keep.

Dedicated to my brothers out there who are looking for peace from a brother who has found it in Salah and in the worship of his Lord.

TRANSFORMTION

Transformation

By,

Zahid bin Ghulam

Arabia is the location of this rhyme,long ago, before our prophets time.

It was a very harsh and barren land,surrounded by vast oceans of sand.
The Arab society, lacked law and orderand was infested with chaos and disorder.

All the Arabs did was quarrel and fight.Few were educated, a handful could write.
The strong and ruthless ruled the tribes,consisting mainly of corruption and bribes.

Much blood was spilt in many a feud,and their fighting was unjust and crude.
They fought over the smallest thingand death and mourning, this would bring.

These tribal feuds, for years would lastand deep into misery, the society was cast.
Every vice and evil, they staunchly followedIn their depravity, like animals they wallowedChasing every desires, alcohol they drank.

To the depth of corruption, they now sank.

Rights and dignity they didn't respect, to call them barbaric would be correct.

Their treatment of orphans was inhumane,cause them suffering and so much pain.
The women's status was considered low.Not a shred of respect, did they ever show.

It is evident enough that evil did thrive,when newborn daughters were buried alive.
They worshipped gods made of stoneOthers made of wood, feathers or boneSome worships trees, stars or the sunAnd the belief in one god, they did shun.

Every civilization had passed them byTo conquer them,

no nation would tryTo them the Arabs were a lost cause A society riddled with evil and flaws
In total ignorance, the Arabs thus dwelledand against Allah, they continually rebelledTo truth and knowledge, they were blindand this rang true, for the rest of mankind
It was from Arabia, the truth shone brightThe words of Allah,

an illuminating lightIt came in the form of the Holy Quran.Guidance from Allah - the Lord of man.

Allah selected Muhammad, a pure soul.Entrusting him this mission, a noble goal.

To teach the people about wrong and rightAnd he carried this mission without respite
The Quran his shield, the truth his swordFighting evil, for the pleasure of his LordHe removed all ignorance, from their heartand from the evil path, they did depart.
Over twenty-three years, this mission did last And the empire of Islam became so vastThey became the example of justice and peaceAnd this message continued, never to cease
Every word of the prophet, they obeyedAnd from the path, they never strayedEvery evil and injustice they had shunnedWhat a transformation! The world was stunned
Idol worship finished, they prayed to GodThe path of piety, they now trodUnited as brothers, racism was deadThe burden of superstition, they also shed

All forms of injustice was now despisedAs a people of learning, they were recognizedWhenever a conflict, to the Quran they turnedTolerance and justice, they had learned
The divine message spread like wildfireMillions became part of this spiritual empire,and heroes and scholars were given birth,from different nations,

throughout the Earth
For all their vices, the Quran was a cureAnd many a soul, this message would lureGuarded from changes, the message was pureUntil the last day, this promise will endure
The truth was made evident in their deedsA medicine that the world still needsThe original message is with us even todaySo lets turn to Islam and for guidance pray

WOMEN IN ISLAM

Women in Islam

How do women fit into Islam? What is their fate?
This has been the subject of many a debate
‘for the believing men and women, is a great reward’
this is from Surah al Ahzaab, the words of our Lord
it can be seen from reading the Holy Quran
that a woman has some privilege over a man
praying is exempted during menstruation
here Islam gives women consideration
a woman after marriage becomes a wife
for nine long months she carries new life
during childbirth she is exempted to fast
Islam is against the burying of girls in the past
they can pray at the mosque or even at home
they may marry or divorce ,its their choice, their own
after marriage she can retain her old maiden name
and is rewarded for treating all her offspring the same
once they are married they should live pious lives
‘and the best men are those who are best to their wives’
Islam shows equality my sisters and brothers
don’t forget paradise lies at the feet of your mothers
women in the UK had property rights from 1938
this right was given by Islam, 14 centuries to date
in the UK, women could vote from 1918
this was stated 1400 years ago in Islam our deen
women can work and lead a happily married life
but shouldn’t neglect her role as mother and wife
a woman for her child’s upbringing, deserves her credit
Islam also gives a woman the right to inherit
a woman’s status in Islam, we should never neglect
in Islam they are favoured and deserve their respect.

Life after Death

Life after Death

You only live once so sit back and enjoy
No time for sorrows so fill it up with joy
This way of thinking is totally wrong
Our total existence is forever long
Life is for eternity its stages are four
The first is in the womb, but hold on there’s more
The second is from birth until the moment we die
The third takes place in the place where we lie
Barzakh is it’s name until judgement day
The fourth is eternity and in heaven we pray!
The soul splits from the body at the time we die
Then with the angel of death, they both will fly
If the person is pious, the angel looks handsome
And the wicked will wish, that they could ransom
For the pious, the soul is taken on a piece of silk
Eventually, they’re in heaven with rivers of milk
The evil person’s soul is dragged out with pain
Then they know, their life was in vain
When Allah swt gives the order, the soul is returned
Either to a bed of paradise, or else to be burned
The soul is returned, while the family are grieving
And then he is questioned while his loved ones are leaving
At that time the person will be in such a state
He is asked three questions which determine his fate
He will be panicking, his heart full of fear
When he sees the angels, Munkar and Nakeer
He will be asked about his God, religion and what did he say
About the person who appears in front of him that day
That will be Muhammed SAWS, who can save us from hell
The pious will recognize him, but others won’t tell
After answering rightly they are saved from the ordeal
Of the torments of the grave, which to us seem unreal
Their grave is extended and in peace they stay
They will praise Allah SWT and continue to pray
A window of paradise is seen and they sleep in bliss
Whereas the unbelievers grave becomes hell’s abyss
Creatures are let loose on their fronts and back
Their graves close in until their ribs will crack
They are in constant agony until judgement day
Nothing will help, it will be too late to pray
They will know because of themselves, their future is wrecked
But they won’t have a clue what to further expect
For the believer , it passes like a good night’s sleep
His good deeds have been done, the rewards he shall keep
Judgement day will pass like the time for a prayer
At the speed of light he crosses the bridge, thin as a hair
And before he knows it, he is in paradise
Whereas the unbeliever, will be paying his price
This life is a journey, death isn’t the end
Real life goes on, so don’t just pretend
So prepare now, we’re not here to stay
Follow Islam, the key is to pray
Brothers and sisters take this advice
You’ll be proud of yourself, when in paradise!

The Torments of Hell

The Torments of Hell

If only you knew the torments of hell
It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell
It is in existence even as we speak
And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak
On the day of rising, hell will be in view
A terrible sight, if only you knew
It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns
And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains
After burning for a thousand years , it’s flames turned white
A thousand more years, now it’s as black as the night
You think the flames are bearable, you’re totally wrong
The flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strong
In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones
The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones
The thickness of your skin will greatly increase
Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease
The people in hell are there to stay
They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day
70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown
to hit the bottom of hell and it won’t be alone
the food of hell resembles a devil’s head
and to drink, boiling water and blood bright red
which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out
the inhabitants of hell will scream and shout
some will be taken out by Almighty Allah’s command
but the polytheists will stay eternally damned
take up islam, the only way to succeed
and if you don’t, you’re unfortunate indeed
brothers and sisters, help determine your fate
once you see hellfire, it’ll be far too late.

POEM ( PARADISE)

Paradise

Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer ,this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it’s the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You’ll enter the gate of paradise, if it’s in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you’ll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divinecontaining water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they’ll live forever, no-one will die
It’s bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah SWT will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they’ll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there’ll be no remorse
To visit others, they’ll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there’ll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah SWT removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah’s presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah SWT has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise