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    Sometimes In Life

    Dec 16, 2012

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    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.

    Be grateful to Allah for what You have today!

    Oh Allah, when I lose my hopes and plans, help me remember that your love is greater than my disappointments, and your plans for my life are better than my dreams. 

     Aameen

    Urdu Poem

    May 22, 2011

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    Ya Rabb Dil-e-Muslim Ko, Wo Zinda Tamanna De;
    Jo Qalb Ko Garma De, Jo Rooh Ko Tarpa De!

    O Lord! Grant the Muslim's heart with that Longing;
    Which may warm the heart, which may grant restlessness

    Phir Wadi-e-Faaraan Ke Har Zarre Ko Chamka De
    Phir Shouk-e-Tamaasha De; Phir Zoq-e-Taqaaza De

    Then, shine every bit of the valley of Faaraan (a valley surrounding Mecca);
    Then give the pleasure of watching the fun, give the eagerness of guidance.
    (This couplet refers to the Qur'an 7:142-145.)

    Mehroom-e-Tamaasha Ko, Phir Deeda-e-Beena De
    Dekha Hai Jo Kuch Maine Auron Ko Bhi Dikhla De!

    Give eyes of sight again, to those deprived of viewing the fun.
    Show those things to others also, the things which I have seen

    Bhatke Huwe Aahoo Ko, Phir Soo-e-Haram Le Chal;
    Uss Shehar Ke Khoogar Ko Phir Us'at-e-Sehra De!!

    Guide the strayed deer back to the Haram.
    Then grant the vastness like that of desert, to the one addicted to the City(Ease).

    Paida Dil-e-Viraan Mein, Phir Shorish-e-Mehshar Kar;
    Iss Mehmil-e-Khaali Ko, Phir Shahid-e-Laila De!!

    Create, in the empty heart, worry of the Judgement day;
    Giv the witness of Laila's love, to the empty Mehmil(camel's back).

    Is Daur Ki Zulmat Mein, Har Qalb-e-Parishaan Ko;
    Wo Daag-e-Mohabbat De, Jo Chaand Ko Sharma De!!

    In the Darkness of this era, to every worrying heart;
    Grant that scar of Love, which shall make the Moon *blush*.

    Raf'ath mein maqaasid ko, Hamdosh-e-Surayya Kar;
    Khuddari-e-Saahil De, Aazaadi-e- Dariya De!!

    In the elegance raise the dreams of us to that of the great stars.
    Grant the freedom of river, & self respect of its Shore
    (Surayya = seven stars that are seen together, named "Pleiades" )

    Be Lous-e-Mohabbath Ho, Be Baak-e-Sadaaqat Ho;
    Seenon Mein Ujaala Kar, Dil Soorat-e-Meena De!!

    Let the Love for You be free of impurity, speech of truth be fearless;
    Enlighten our hearts, and make it clear like Crystal.

    Ehsaas Inaayat Kar, Aasar-e-Museebat Ka;
    Imroz Ki Shorish Mein, Andesha-e-Farda De!!

    Grant the feelings of the signs of Calamity;
    In today's conflict and disorder, instill a fear of tomorrow.

    Main Bulbul-e-Naalan Hoon, Ek Ujde Glistaan Ka
    Taaseer Ka Saa'il Hoon, Mohtaaj Ko Daata De!!

    I am the grieving bird of the ruined garden;
    The beggar of acceptance; Grant the needy of his needs.
    (i.e O Lord accept my supplication)

    A Tearful Du’a

    Jan 30, 2011

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    O Allah, O Karim,
    Please have Mercy on me.
    O Allah, O Karim,
    Please forgive me
    for the sins I committed in the past
    and those I will commit in the future.
    O Allah,
    have Mercy on all the Muslimeen,
    and guide them.
    Guide me O Allah,
    and guide my parents,
    my siblings, my cousins,
    my aunts and uncles,
    my nephews and nieces and so forth.
    O Allah,
    I ask You
    to strengthen my iman and those around me.
    I ask You to soften my heart
    and to soften the hearts of the Believers.
    O Allah,
    forgive me for my shortcomings,
    for only You are Perfect.
    O Allah,
    Please Forgive me
    if I ever got too wrapped in a matter
    that I didn’t have the time to utter Your Name.
    O Allah,
    Please Forgive me for all the salat I missed
    because of ignorance or laziness,
    Please Forgive me for all the fasts I didn’t make up,
    thinking it was “alright, since I fasted most of the days anyway.”
    O Allah,
    Please Forgive me
    for the quarter I never dropped
    into the metal cup for the homeless man begging on the street.
    O Allah,
    Please spark the life of Islam in my heart
    and in the hearts of every single Muslim
    until it gets implanted in their children
    and their childern’s children and so on.
    O Allah,
    I ask that You help me for I am weak
    and will only grow stronger by Your Strength,
    so Allah Please Strengthen me
    to fight Shaitan and his whispers.
    And if I ever fell into his trap
    and followed my desire,
    then sincerely forgive me,
    for that displays not only my weakness,
    but Your Greatness as well.
    O Allah, Please lighten the punishment in the grave
    for those before us and those after us.
    Please Allah, lighten the punishment
    and please shed light into every Muslim’s grave.
    O Allah, if I ever was too afraid
    to stand up for Your Deen
    because of what others would think,
    then Forgive me, for I was a fool for doing so.
    O Allah, Please Protect me and each Musliman,
    and Protect especially the orphans and the widows.
    O Allah, Please Strengthen the faith
    of the destitute Muslims around the world,
    so they have hope to live.
    O Allah, if I ever forgot to do du’a
    for even one suffering Muslim,
    then Forgive me
    for then it is as if I haven’t done du’a
    for the entire ummah.
    O Allah,
    Please be the Light of my eyes, ears and heart.
    O Allah,
    Please be the Light on the sides of me
    and the Light behind me
    and the light in front of me.
    O Allah, Please Forgive me
    for all the foul words I spoke
    either out of ignorance or
    because I was trying to be “cool.”
    O Allah, please forgive me
    if I never stopped to think about You,
    due to “other important things.”
    O Allah, Please Forgive me
    for not having enough time
    or creating time for reading the Qur’an.
    O Allah, Please Forgive me
    for listening to music
    and watching movies and t.v.
    O Allah, please forgive me
    for all the yelling I’ve done
    and the arguments I’ve been in.
    For the only time
    the voice should be raised
    is for Your Praises!
    O Allah, Please Forgive me
    for my disrespect towards my family,
    elders, siblings and so on.
    O Allah, Please Forgive me
    for any backbiting I have been accused of,
    whether I did it consciously or unconsciously.
    O Allah, Rab al-Alamin,
    Forgive me,
    Forgive me for everything.
    So for everyone,
    every single Muslim,
    dead or alive,
    I do du’a that you forgive them
    for all their sins.
    O Allah,
    I cannot stress how much I ask
    for Your Forgiveness and Your Guidance.
    O Allah,
    I fear You,
    I fear You so much words cannot describe.
    I fear the day when I will meet You,
    and I WILL meet You.
    When we are one on one,
    and I have no one’s help or support.
    No-one can take the blame for me
    nor I for them.
    The only thing I will have
    is a little book given to me by You
    that has my deeds.
    O Allah,
    Please Forgive me for my thoughts,
    for even though I get sinned only for my actions,
    I cannot help but feel guilty for my thoughts
    and I ask You to Forgive me for them
    and to clear my mind of any impurities
    until You become the Only thing on my mind.
    O Allah,
    Please Forgive me
    if I ever did anything out of gain
    for this life and not for Your pleasure.
    If I ever did anything to “show off”
    then Please Forgive me for that.
    O Allah,
    I do du’a
    that You grant us all God-Fearing spouses
    and grant us righteous children.
    Oh Allah,
    I do du’a
    that You continue to strengthen this ummah
    until the Day of Resurrection.
    O Allah,
    Forgive me
    for whatever I have not mentioned,
    for I am bound to forget
    ….but You,
    through Your Greatness…
    You Never Forget.
    O Allah,
    Please Grant
    all the Muslims
    Jannah-tul-Firdaus.
    O Allah,
    I ask that You shed Your Mercy
    on all the Prophets (peace be upon them)
    and on all the Angels (peace be upon them).
    Lastly, I do du’a
    You shed Your Mercy
    on the Prophet Muhammad ,
    his family and companions.
    I do du’a
    that you grant Muhammad
    the Highest Station in Paradise.
    Rabinna Aataina
    Fiduniya Hasanathow
    Wa Fil Akhirati Hasinathow,
    Wakhina Adhab innaar
    Ameen.

    Mujahida

    Aug 7, 2009

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    author: Saraji Umm Zaid


    From the day Khadija asked Muhammad (sallalahu aleyhi wa salaam)

    To marry her,

    To the night she convinced

    her husband that the revelation was more

    than mere hallucination,

    till the second she and Barakah became

    the first believers,

    I have been more than you imagined.


    From the time A’isha stood firm against slander,

    from the moment she held her dying husband,

    till the time when she was sought after for her knowledge,

    I have been more than you imagined.


    From the flight to Medina to now,

    from the triumph at Mecca to

    the triumph of more than a billion,

    in fourteen hundred and twenty years,

    I have always been more than that.

    I have never been so easy for you to figure out.


    I am the Bosnian woman,

    raped and beaten by

    Serbian soldiers as

    my husband is forced to look on,

    and the world turns away.

    The blood that runs from the bodies of

    Algerian women

    runs from me,

    and stains the ground for all the world to see.


    I am the woman on a Baghdad street corner,

    begging journalists for a can of milk

    so that I can feed my starving child.


    I am the mother in Palestine,

    mourning her eight year old son,

    shot in the head by a soldier’s rubber bullet.


    I am the Egyptian daughter

    struggling to survive in a Cairo slum,

    as the government lines its pockets with foreign aid money,

    and the desert dust rises to choke the young.


    I am the Indonesian woman

    who makes $2 a daysewing basketball sneakers for the NBA,

    while restlessness burns the country around me.


    I am the Iranian student,

    sporting jeans and Mickey Mouse tee shirts

    under my black chador, laughing and loving,

    still recovering from an eight year war that cost the lives of many men.


    I am the sister, wife, daughter, and mother to 500 million men.

    I am all of my 500 million sisters,

    and they are me.



    I have always been more

    than a threat

    or a symbol of hatred and oppression.

    I have always been more than

    a terrorist’s helpmate.

    I have always been more than

    a veil or a scarf.

    I have always been more than

    one wife of many.

    I have always been more than

    a green card special.

    In all of these myths,

    I have always been voiceless,

    when the truth is so much

    louder.


    I have never been that easy for you to pin down,

    yet I have never been the mystery that

    you have created for me.


    I am the warrior daughter of Khadija, A’isha, Maryam, and Sara.

    I am the mother of prophets,the wife of khalifas,

    the sister of shaheed.

    I am the woman who wakes at dawn to face

    Mecca in prayer,

    bowing in submission only to The All Knowing.

    I am Mujahida,

    fighting daily to maintain

    iman and identity,

    to open the shut eyes of the world.


    I am the woman who raises her voice

    among men to shout:Takbeer!Allahu Akbar!Takbeer!Allahu Akbar!Takbeer!Allahu Akbar!

    The Scarf

    Jul 15, 2009

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    They stand there with shorts, so short, excessively short,
    shorts that so deceptively capture from them all they know
    of modesty...

    ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

    They stand there, face lost in a sea of make-up,
    make-up that so ruthlessly captures from them all they know
    of freedom...

    ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

    They stand there, hair raining with gels, colors -
    chemicals that so menacingly capture from them all they know
    of purity...

    ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

    They stand there, so close, so very close to their "lover",
    devoted to them, the devotion that so mercilessly captures
    from them all they know of individuality...

    ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

    And they stand there, talking of getting new shorts, new gels
    and colors, new boyfriends, materialistic things
    that so wrongfully capture from them all they know
    of God and love...

    ...and I proudly pull my scarf over my hair

    For my scarf is my protector, my lover, my devotion,
    my pureness, my beauty, my rememberance of God,

    And I proudly pull it over my hair knowing that when I wear it,
    I so rightfully thrust away all the things that the devil
    brought about,

    And when I put it on, I am Free...

    When I Say.

    Jun 6, 2009

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    When I say. . .I am a Muslim,
    I'm not shouting " down with Christians and Jews."
    I am whispering "I seek peace,"
    and Islam is the path that I choose.

    When I say. . . I am a Muslim,
    I speak of this with pride.
    And confess that sometimes I stumble,
    and need Allah to be my guide.

    When I say. . .I am a Muslim,
    I know this makes me strong.
    And in those times when I am weak,
    I pray to Allah for strength to carry on.

    When I say. . . I am a Muslim,
    I'm not boasting of success.
    I'm acknowledging that Allah has rescued me,
    and I cannot ever repay the debt.

    When I say. . .I am a Muslim,
    I'm not claiming to be perfect.
    My flaws are indeed visible,
    but Allah forgives because his followers are worth it.

    When I say. . .I am a Muslim,
    it does not mean I will never feel pain.
    I still have my share of heartaches,
    which is why I invoke Allah's name.

    When I say. . .I am a Muslim,
    I do not wish to judge.
    I have no such authority
    My duty is to submit to Allah's all-encompassing love.

    Let's Get Back to ISLAM

    May 23, 2009

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    Lets get back to Islam, before the sun goes down,
    We never know when we'll be under the mound.

    "I'll pray when I get older," That's what they say,
    But we might not have even one more day!

    Lets get back to Islam, before its too late,
    "Aw man, can't I just delay it for another date?

    "Times running out, our lives are almost done,
    "But brother, I'm too busy having fun.

    "Lets get back to Islam, Jahannam aint funny,
    "Come on man, I'm to busy making money!

    "The Quran sits on our shelves and there it picks up dust,
    The longer we stay away from it, the more our hearts pick up rust.

    Lets get back to Islam, before our lives our gone,
    "Not right now, I'm too busy, can't you see I have the TV on!

    "There's no time to waste, lets start it now,
    come on, for Allah can't you even bow?

    Lets get back to Islam, this aint just a song,
    "But brother, a few minutes in prayer, that's too long!

    "I'll go on hajj when I'm around fifty-five,
    "Come on man, by then will you even be alive?

    Lets get back to Islam, lets not waist another day,
    "Aw Bro, leave me alone, I just wanna play.

    "Lets turn back to Allah before we turn to dust,
    There's no delaying, bro this is a must!

    Lets get back to Islam, for reals, not just with our lips,
    Oh Allah make us sincere, so we don't feel Jahannam's whips.

    "I think I'll get pious when my hair turns gray.
    "Come on man, don't wait, we may die any day.

    Lets get back to Islam, this aint just another rap,
    Its a race to Jannah, and Islam's the only map.

    No War Has Been Won

    May 7, 2009

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    This is the story that must be told
    Of a Muslim baby, not very old
    Lying in her crib on a star-lit night
    How could she know of those planes in flight?

    She lies 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
    Then suddenly comes the most deafening sound

    The ceiling drops in, in a second or two...
    On her crib so she ceases to coo...
    No one knows how long she lies there
    Who thought about it? Doesn't anyone care?

    Is she alive?
    Is she dead?
    Is she in pain?
    Now that you mention it, who knows her name?
    Her name is Amel, in English we say Hope
    Crushed between the rubble, her tiny fingers start to grope!

    Where is my Mommy?
    I love her so dear.
    Come get me Mommy!
    It's dark in here!
    I'm scared and hungry and I can't see my feet,
    There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!

    Where is Daddy?
    Where's my big brother?
    It hurts when I breathe!
    Where is my mother?
    How long have I been here?
    Is this just a dream?
    I open my mouth, but I can't even scream!

    They appear again by my side.
    This time with a tear I plead... Why have I died?

    Am I alone in my suffering?
    NO, there are many others.
    In our grief and misery, we are all 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 a part.
    How blind they've become, how hardened of heart.

    Did someone say hero?
    To whom 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?!

    O Woman of East!

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    By Saadia Wasim

    CanRemember the time when you were in hands of beasts,
    Remember when your body was no more than a feast!

    Remember when the souls were buried with the dead,
    Remember when there was no wisdom in the.. .heads!

    Remember the time when the hearts were stone hard,
    Remember the time when the chastity, had no guard!

    Remember the time when you strangled all your sighs,
    Remember when all the tears dried out in your eyes!

    Then,Remember when SOMEONE held fast your...trembling hands,
    Remember from your grave, you were pulled out on the land!

    Remember that you were dressed with the clothes of dignity,
    Remember a veil was drawn....... over the gaze of impurity!

    Remember the revolution....that you brought into the world,
    Remember how motherhood ,.. shaped straight ,the curled!

    Remember how you made the human out of the....... animals'
    Remember how you created a society out of ......a jungle!

    Now!You prefer the death over the life you were blessed with,
    You forgot.....to wear the clothes your were dressed with!

    You left all the modest values aside ,..copying the West,
    You forgot your very own self ,.... the pure,.. the best!

    Go and search for the coffin you left beside your grave!
    And wear that shame to be alive, if you really are brave!

    Don't forget the lessons of history ,.... O woman of East!
    Don't try to make, out of yourself, a feast for the beasts!

    A Little Muslim From Palestine

    Apr 28, 2009

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    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

    My Beloved Beard

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    Life has really changed.
    Gone are the days…
    Where people used to say
    ‘Aww your face is so sweet and smooth’.

    Gone are the days…
    Where it took ages,
    To shape my sideburns
    And shave all the facial hair.

    Gone are the days…
    Of beauty, charm and attraction
    As the beard is now,
    A symbol of terrorism and backwardness.

    People see me now,
    As something strange and weird.
    My relatives often make fun of me,
    By asking … who broke your heart?

    My distant friends ask me,
    Did you join any terrorist camp?
    My close friends at times make fun of me
    ‘Hey man, blades are very cheap nowadays’

    Women often ask me,
    Why don’t you shave that ugly beard
    And be like a charming superstar?
    You look boring!

    I feel sorry for my sisters
    As their minds are now totally corrupted
    Inside the web of clean-shaved star icons,
    As they’re the new age ‘trend setters’.

    But very few know
    That I follow a superstar.
    His name is Muhammed (pbuh),
    The forgotten hero.

    And I have no regrets
    As he has taught me,
    ‘This world is prison for a believer
    And paradise for a non-believer. ‘

    So wake up, O muslim youth !
    Remember our heroes – The Prophets and the Sahabahs
    Remember, this world is a testing place
    And don’t let your senses to deceive you.

    So be proud to imitate,
    The Prophetic style
    For he has commanded us,
    ‘Grow your beards and trim your moustaches’.

    And he who loves his Sunnah,
    Has indeed loved him.
    And he who loves him,
    Will be with him in Paradise