All MightyGrant me authority.

All MightyGrant me authority.

My craft is to travel on the sea light

Do not amend my attention to others,

but you,My head,

brain and acumenShall be acquiescent to you.

I pray to you.
I shall not desire depending upon the will of another.

Where doubtful and uncertainty

You are compassionate.

I pray to you.

I have no accusation but am grateful to you.

Me and my life,

the gifts you manifest.

I pray to you.

Advice on Friends!

Advice on Friends!

A real friend wishes his companions well,

He's not one who allows them to get close to hell,

Always be careful of the friends you Choose,

So, in the end, Jannah you will not lose,

If you find your companion is not stopping your wrong,

then, be weary, his friendship is not strong.

If you see the pattern made,

that when you are under your friend's shade,

Your Imaan begins to fade,Leave the worthless creation,

make friends with Allah,

Surely that is a high station!.

A dervish who had knowledge of our present situation,

Once told his students the following dictation,

"The meeting of people will never enrich you,

save with the gibberish of useless gossip.

So diminish your meeting with people,

except for knowledge or to improve your condition"

~In The Name of Allah, the Gracious, the Merciful~

"In The Name of Allah, the Gracious, the Merciful"

All Praise be to the one who Created us;

There are some who make His existence a fuss;

Those who disbelieve in Him, they are in Loss;

In this life we have a test;

The question: whose fear of Allah is the best?

To worship him is our quest.

Time and Time again we are faced with situations;

In which we must make tough decisions;

Fools are we, we think we're so smart;

shaytan attacks us with many ideas like darts;

According to him, we plan and chart;

Not knowing that he is poisoning our hearts;

The time comes when we realize the mistake in our Parts;

One last chance!, for some the tauba starts;

Even still, some don't ask of His Forgiveness;

They don't realize that they're in a big mess;

Never do they ask of Allah's Mercy;

They have eyes, but can they really see?;

There are also the righteous however;

Forget to ask Allah?, NEVER!;

They ask Allah in every endeavor;

To help them as part of His Favor;

Then, even if they are affected by Shaytans call;

They are not hurt by the hard fall;

They quickly get back up, standing tall;

Racing to gain forgiveness from The Merciful;

Allah promised to answer the caller's call;

Take a lesson from the fitra of the child;

With the lesson of walking they are trialed;

Yes, they do fall, but they are not beguiled;

They get back up and take a step;

Maybe again they accidentally trip;

But they stand up again and get a grip;

More and more steps take place;

Before you realize it, they are walking with so much grace;

An example for us, as we grow in our age and Deen;

Like the baby, hard challenges we have seen;

As the baby walks with so much grace;

We should also pick up our pace;

We are travelers, there is no question;

To Allah is our ultimate destination!

May the Prayers and blessings of Allah be on His beloved;

and on the companions who prayed and strived;

That the Deen of Allah might be carried on to those who came later;

On high thrones will they be raised in the hereafter;

True Knowledge

True Knowledge

There is no knowledge

except that taken from Allah,

for He alone is the Knower...

the prophets,

in spite of their great number

and the long periods of time which separate them,

had no disagreement in knowledge of Allah,

since they took it from Allah.

Allah

Allah

"The Breath of the All-Merciful has no

basis in other than the All-Merciful...I

ts stopping-place is the Yaman of the creatures

and It is neither spirit nor body.

It has no limit to define It

yet It is what is (always) sought,

the Sempiternal (al-matlub as-Samad)

For all the creatures are seeking It

though none of them can possess it

Unique, no one is like It

alone in the Perfection of Its description."

When Fatima Cried

Sayeda Fatimah Al-Zahra (AS)

When Fatima Cried

By Noor E Zahra.

When Fatima cried

the earth did shake

the mountains moved

the dead did wake

When Fatima cried

the leaves fell down

the sun forgot

the moon did frown

When Fatima cried

the rivers over

flowedthe grass turned brown

the stars did not show

When Fatima criede

very heart did break

for her tears were more

than we could take

When Fatima cried

the sky did fall

the wind did stop

the darkness did call

But Fatima cried

on and ontears of sorrow

tears of paintears of heart

achecovered by rain

For when Fatima cried

the earth shed blood

the wind howled

and the rivers did flood

The Tragedy of Karbala

The Tragedy of Karbala

True Submission

By: Sahar Hussain

On the peak of an arid mountain,

bordering the valley of love

stood Ibrahim Khalil Allah;

an ardent devotee of God,

submitting to His eminent will.

" Father ", his youth whispered,

" proceed and fulfill what is asked of you,

for truly Allah is with the patient.

" After an eyeful at his young prince,

he faced the heavens and cried a whisper

as though asking his Lord

to fill his bosom with endurance.

A painful sigh escaped his heart,

as he sharpened the knife With eyes filled with tears,

Ibrahim laid his beloved in prostration

with his forehead facing the soil

" Father ", a second whisper,

" Look afar from me,

whilst you run the knife against my throat .

" Ibrahim directed the knife towards his neck,

cutting right across the vein

When Allah called upon him ...

" Oh Ibrahim you have fulfilled the dream,

and are among the righteous ones.

" The vision fades ...

Ali Akbar - a second Ismail;

lying motionless on a scorching sand dune,

with his face smeared in blood.

His weak eyes searching for his father,

as Hussain rushes towards the field.

Why does the distance separating him and his Ali,

seem so bitterly long?

The sight of his youth drowning in blood,

with a spear penetrating his heart,

made Hussain fall on his knees.

Hussain rubbed his palms on Akbar's chest,

where the blood gushed in force

whispering to his darling son;

" My Ali, Oh light of my eyes,

my grand father Muhammad (s.a.w)

shall come and receive you drink from the bowl

which he holds in his hand and quench your thirst.

" Hussain prostrated on the soil of Kerbala,

in submission and humility,

he glorified his Lord,

for accepting his sacrifice.

Allah then reveals at Kerbala ...

O the contented soul! Return towards your Lord,

you being pleased with Him,

and He pleased with you!

Imam Ali ibn Musa Al-Ridha (AS)

Imam Ali ibn Musa Al-Ridha (AS)

By: Sahar Hussain

The silent prayer that I oft whispered,

echoed aloud in my ear;

as I helplessly rose to leave.

A little boy, laid crippled by the door,

with his mother drowning in grief.

The child; disabled for life,

smiled as I walked past him.

My heart was now burning in sorrow,

and my tears too weak to extingush the fire.

In my mind I spoke to you,

wishing you would reply to me.

My Beloved; I travelled so far;

away from home,

remote from the gracious sincerity of my loved ones.

I am now a stranger lacking support,

an exhausted wayfarer afar from my homeland.

Advancing towards your golden zareeh,

grasping the pillars,

and kissing each one.

Is this how Al-Redha welcomes his lover,

who has come all the way to meet his master?

I, am a peasant; a beggar at your door,

and a glance at you is all I ask for.

For your mother's sake,

for your beloved Jawad,

permit me to see you just once.

A hand on my shoulder,

who's warmth enriched my vacated spirit,

guiding me towards the zareeh.

'Allah is great' - a woman chanted,

with tears obscuring her vision.

Her little child - now walking & playing ...

I saw Al-Redha through a lover's vision,

through the reflection of his goodness.

This fulfilled the age long prayer that I had secretly asked for.

As I leave the holy vicinity of Mashad,

I have with me the purest souvenir;

the love of my master thriving forever in my heart.

Marriage

Marriage
Ali (as) and Fatima (sa)

By: Sister Fiddha

Your beautiful forms united in marriage

And your hearts praised Allah as you gazed at each other

No passion

Just pure longing for Your Lord

Together bringing each other closer

To the goal of Your desires.

They killed youAnd massacred your family

Your pure blood spilled in Kerbala

The belated wedding gift of the Ummah

Your sweet faces Etched in our hearts

Though we have never seen you

Our hearts are inclined towards you both

And as lovers gaze at each other

Thoughts of Ali and Zahra appear in our hearts

Pure bliss

Opressed and tainted by the vultures that

Surrounded you

waiting for The Prophet saw to go

So they could attack.

Ali and Zahra Our two precious jewels

A light suffocated by the hands of the tyrants

What eye remains dry when seeing two lovers sigh in happiness

The thoughts of your misery comes in my mind.

Paradise is your bed

The Prophet of God your priest

Allah swt your witness

And we the congregation gathered in paradise

To partake in the joy which you were denied on earth.

Dua-e-Kumail

Dua-e-Kumail

By:

Muhammad Wajahat Ali Shaikh - Vengeance

Which makes my heart cry,

And my eyes dry,

I ask myself why, why, why?

I am one disobedient,

With an ocean filled with sins,

But still my Lord says,

I will forgive,If you truly repent…

After hearing this,

I started repenting to my Lord,

Asking Him for a razor sharp sword,

Or a poisonous venom,

With which I can kill my inner demon...

Crying,I say to my Lord,

You are Rehman,Rahim, Malik

O Qudoos!Ghaffar O Qahaar

O Wahaab!Al-Ali, O Azeem,

O Merciful, O Beneficient!Lover,

Mother, Creator,

Yet again I ask You to forgive me,

Your sinful creation!Lord replies smiling,

How can you even think of me as not forgiving?

I am your Mother, Creator and Caregiver,

Go; I grant you a new life,

Thus that you may be pure of sins yet again!
Happily I say to my Lord,

Lord thank You,

You have proven that You surely are forgiving,

A Mother, Lover and Caregiver...

SINCERITY

SINCERITY

Learn to call on Allah,

In the dark,

While Riding on a bus,

Or sitting in a park

Learn to do it when,

Alone in a room,

Or staying up late,

Staring at the moon

And if someone boasts about,

What he did for Allah,

And asks you to tell him,

What you did for Allah

Just Say, "Why should I tell you"

If I did it for Allah?"

SHADE

SHADE

by Khadija Javed

You wonder what my shade is,

What it represents.

Call me anything;

An extremist,

a fundamentalist,

Anything you desire.

I don't care.

My shade is

My protection

from this evil world,

from roaming eyes,

from diseased hearts.

Call me anything;

Vain or Submissive.

don't care.

My shade is

My Protection

of my beauty,

reserved for one special gift

that Allah has given me;

My Life Partner.

This world is but a fleeting moment

about to end

at Any Time.

The Signs are here.

The Day of Judgement is coming.

No one will enter my grave with me except

My body, my heart, my soul.

Call me a pessimist,

Distressed, Repressed, Oppressed,

I don't care.

My shade Covers me

Like a tree from the sun;

Like a coat of wax

on your shiny new sportscar.

My shade My protection,

is my Khimaar,

I am a woman of Islaam.

YA ALLAH

YA ALLAH

All praises are for you Allah,

how I hope that you are there.

For sinful though I know I am,

your displeasure I can not bear.

Never, till this moment,

did I realize how much I've strayed.

Never, till now, was I more conscious of all those times when

I should have prayed.

For sins are like heavy baggage,

that one carries through Life, the airport.

Why didn't I realize sooner,

that Earth is but a place of sport?

Ya Allah !

Forgive me.

Save me from the fire of Hell.

Forgive me as you did my parents,

from Jan'ah though they fell.

Ya Allah !

Protect me. From myself for my soul is weak.

Let me not falter ever, for Jan'ah is the abode I seek.

Ya, Allah!

Please help me. For I don't understand and thus, I fear.

What happened to all those moments when I never doubted that you

were near ? My actions once were guided,

by my faith which, once, was strong.

Ya Allah!

please guide me . What happened, what went wrong ?

Each footstep that I used to take,

I took with you ever near my side.

The Quran was my faithful companion,

Rasoolallah my beloved guide.

How I yearn for those bygone days Allah,

for I know that the day comes near.

When we'll each receive our just rewards, and Truth will stand

sparkling clear. Life is like a spider's web Allah.

We get caught in its tricky snare

So thoroughly are we disillusioned, time for salat we can not spare.

I sit here and I wonder,

Ya Allah!

Why did I fall so low ?

What happened to my faith Allah?

Where did my Iman go?

In this earthly life of ours, so often does sin seem right.

Falsehood seems to be the truth,

as if days are confused with night.

Man is an imperfect creature. And thus,

Man shall always wrong.

For the road to Jan'ah is rocky,

and the journey seems awfully long.

Ya Allah !

Our creator, we are all just peices of clay.

Please help us with our steps in life,

and let us not lose our way.

All praises are for you Allah,

I know that you are near.

I know that you have read my heart,

and my words I know you hear.

BE THANKFUL

BE THANKFUL
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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.

WOMEN OF THE VEIL

WOMEN OF THE VEIL

by ,

Hena Farooq

Her long, thick, shiny black hair

Fell against her back.

Her rich, copper 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 peopleThan 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.