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I yearn…

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I yearn…

by Omara Anjum

My Soul is thirsting for the Knowledge of Deen,

For Allah’s Love, for the Noor of Islam…

My Soul is screaming for Jannah,

Yearning to see Allah’s Face,

to be among the righteous and be under the Prophet’s true followers….
My Soul is shouting for the world,

for the ummah to wake up and see what the duniya is doing to them….

This world is TEMPORARY the Hereafter is FOREVER.
Ya Allah I cry out to you with these tears pouring down my face,

with truth in my heart,

with hope of your pleasure and love,

Ya Allah Help me in this time of need,

help this duniya and ummah of mine, 

Ya Allah look at how we have gone astray,

we need your guidance more than ever,

we need the light of Islam,

There is bloodshed everywhere,

division nonstop,

hatred in the hearts has spread like a disease,

are we even human anymore? 

I don’t know.

Is there hope for love and unity?

I don’t know.
Ya Allah I cry with these tears so deep,

with my eyes red,

I cry out to you for your help and guidance,

I need contentment in my heart,

I need your mercy Ya Rabb.

I don’t know what to do anymore,

I want your Jannah,

I want your love,

I want to see your beautiful face,
Ya Kareem Ya Wadud Ya Malik,

I need you more than ever,

I need your mercy and love in my heart,

in my life, I need the noor of Islam to go through my soul,

I feel like a stranger in this fake world,

going through life as if not living,

but I am alive,

my mind always pondering about Jannah,

about the near Akhirah,

and about you Ya Allah,

My eyes are wet from tears of Salah,

My heart content with the remembrance of Allah

🌺 Poetic Saturday 🌺

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🌺 Poetic Saturday 🌺

Bismillah
“Live every day likes it’s your last, live with no regrets” 

“Live every day smiling, live it up to the best”

Society today uses these lines to motivate us into relationships with the opposite sex

To get over our ex, move on to the next

Take chances and risks, gamble at casinos and place huge bets

Party and drink, smoke marijuana and cigarettes

The motto is YOLO, and enjoy every single thing you know possible until we are dead

And it’s sad to say that Muslims, including myself tend to forget

That this life is temporary, this dunya is just a test

We fall into these worldly desires and still we expect

That Allah Subhanawata’ala will grant us happiness in this life and the next

But don’t get me wrong, I think it’s brilliant to live a life with no regrets

And to smile every day is a sunnah, which we should follow to the best, of our abilities

And Allah does not test us with anything which is out of our capabilities

And by no regrets, I mean a life we live Islamically so Insha’Allah to heaven we are sent

Where we sin less and even when we make mistakes, we immediately repent

Because tomorrow is not promised, and yesterday can never be changed

And the present is filled with peasants, so say Alhumdullilah for everything you have today

These worldly desires are just a way to lead us astray, so don’t play in Satan’s game

Read Qur’an, wake up for Fajr and the daily 5 prayers we should pray

And enjoy life, live it to the best in a halal way

Because all we have left are our good deeds deep down in the grave

So please my dear brothers and sisters, the last thing I will say

Ya Allah, please grant us the will to please you… and make the best of each day!

Poem by Syed Ali

From A Sinful Slave

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From A Sinful Slave

Ya Allah, Ya Rahman,Ya Raheem
I call you by your beautiful names of mercy, 

I want to apologise but I’m ashamed,

I’ve said I’m sorry so many times it seems like I’m insincere, I’m worried that it might not make a difference anymore.

I’ve murdered my heart with my misdeeds and blackened it with my sins.

All that remains is a ray of light, and it is with that ray that I remember that you’re Al-Gafur and Al-afuw, the forgiving and the pardoner, 

That reminds me that i should never despair of your mercy,

For it is not about falling, it’s about having the courage to stand again.

So I ask You Ya Rauf,Ya mujeeb 

Cleanse my heart and illuminate it with the light of iman,

Grant me a pure and soft heart,

One that trembles from your remembrance and is filled with awe of You,

Instill in me the love of your obedience,

Allow me to taste the sweetness of iman when I’m with You,

O the Protecting Friend,the Loving. 
Written by Amaturrauf, 

Inspired by Umm Yunus.

🌻 From The Veiled Muslimah 🌻

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🌻 From The Veiled Muslimah 🌻

You see me as a one, who is trapped in darkness,

One who is held back in time,

One who is subjected to the ruling of men,

One who is a follower of a faith that oppresses her,

One who is veiled,

One who is tortured and disrespected all under the acceptance of her religion.
You see me as the illiterate woman who cannot know

Right from wrong

Left from right

Darkness from light

Happiness from sorrow!

you think my sense of dressing as a sign of obedience to men, out of fear for men
But do you know my hijab symbolizes my sincerity to my faith?

My love for my creator

My respect for the Mothers of the believers

My respect for my body

My need to be independent

My desire to be recognizes as a woman of intellect
Why did most of the respectable women in history cover?

Virgin Mary!

Mother Therese?

Play boy women seldom make history!

I am independent!

Islam is not a religion that traps or enslaves me but rather a religion that liberates me

Makes others view me as a woman and respect me.
Indeed, the status of women in Islam can never ever be equal to that of the western perception

The first person who accepted Islam was a woman

The first martyr of Islam was a woman too!

The Prophet peace be upon him said “paradise lies under the feet of your mother”
How can you possibly say Islam oppresses me?

Tortures me?

Abuses me?

Don’t you see sister we live in a society where women are taught freedom lies in wearing less, reveal more so you can be recognized for your beauty

Depend on the praises of men so your self esteem can be high

But why should I ever need a man to validate what I already know?
Alhamdulilah, my faith teaches me I am much more than a piece of meat 

And, if your definition of freedom is seeking praises and wearing less and oppression means respecting one self then I choose the latter with pride.

SubhanAllah…

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SubhanAllah…

🍁 Poetic Saturday 🍁
My tests arrive in ravenous waves, stricken by countless ruthless calamities. To the point where it begins to crush me, once again I’ve become just another casualty of this Dunya. But You hold onto my hands and pull me out smoothly like a strand of hair lost in the immense desert. All praises to You my Lord, You shower me with endless love even though you are in no need of me, I continuously sin but you treat me with such abundant clemency. Because of these hardships, I find the road leading towards you wide open, and the river of tears streaming down my face are now river of hope.

I pray to You, with a tongue that was paralysed by sins of my deeds, a blackened heart that was doomed by its wickedness. You delay my punishment with Your eternal patience, but I return your gifts soaked in nothing but sins. You conceal my faults, but I continue to lack shyness, You remain patient with me but I dare to disobey You, due to my awareness of Your infinite mercy and greatness of Your forgiveness. My Lord save me from myself and correct my heart for me and make it worthy enough for you to reside in.

What ignorance can’t be accommodated by Your compassion, what era is longer than your patience, and what significance are my deeds compared to Your rewards? So I place my head on the floor, trembling in sujood, repenting to You, pleading to your infinite compassion. My Lord soften my heart and help me cry for myself for I have wasted away my life with procrastination and false hopes. I turn to You, shattered in pieces, hopeless from my misdeeds. What happens to me if I now pass away in my present state to a grave that I didn’t prepare for?

I cry for surrendering my Akhira, wasting my life. I cry because of the darkness and narrowness of my grave from the burden of my sins, and I cry for when I leave my grave, feeling humiliated whilst carrying my book of deeds on my shoulders knowing I didn’t strive hard enough like I should have to achieve the best of my deen.  #ForeverTemporary @imzy189

Would You Rather?

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🍁 Poetic Saturday 🍁WOULD YOU RATHER?
Would you rather?
Would you rather party all night

Or wake up and pray two rakahs done right?
Would you rather spend 100 dollars on an Islamic class

Or 500 dollars for a University pass?
Would you rather listen to songs of love and cheer

Or read the words of the One that you fear?
Would you rather watch the latest movie thriller

Or understand how to perform the five pillars?
Would you rather read jokes online

Or look into the last day and its signs?
Would you rather kneel down in a long sujood

Or hurry and get food?


Would you rather dress like a clone

Or follow the One on the throne?
Would you rather fast for a day

Or have a picnic down by the bay?
Would you rather teach Islam to your daughters and sons

Or have them make money in tons?
Would you rather have your religion fit around your life

Or your life fit around your true strife?
Would you rather answer these questions in your head

Or be the one who makes these decisions instead?

An Emotional Journey Back 

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An Emotional Journey Back 

🌸 Poetic Saturday 🌸
An Emotional Journey Back 
The goal is to live in this world, as if I’m a passing traveler

Between my deen and my dunya, I strive to be a balancer

Put my fate in the one and only, who is the divine handler 
I try my best each day, to remember the Sirat-al-Mustaqim

To fall out of heedlessness, and the illusions of a false dream

I seek only to be sitting in jannah, beside a beautiful stream
Make du’ah every day, to remain on the straight path

To seek Allah’s love, forgiveness, and to fear his wrath

I beg like a child, for all that’s under my wishing cap
Along the way there are times, I may fall in a trap

So I keep close to me, the Holy Qur’an like a strap

Make wudu to cleanse my sins, through a water tap
People are unjust here; they cheat and they deceive 

But I know these are tests from my Lord, that I must receive

So I take a deep breath, and say alhamdu-lillahi-rabbil-alamin
Rumi says there is hidden mercy in suffering

But these painful thoughts; they are hovering

May Allah forgive me, for what I am not covering – Ameen
-Rubbab Chaudhry