In the sacred land of Makkah

In the sacred land where dreams ascend,
Where pilgrims embark, their souls to mend,
In the realm of Hajj, where hearts unite,
A journey divine, in the realm of light.

From distant corners, they gather as one,
A multitude diverse, under the blazing sun,
Leaving behind the mundane and mundane,
To seek redemption, in Allah’s domain.

With ihram draped, a white cloak so pure,
They walk together, in steps secure,
Through the desert’s heat and arid sand,
In pursuit of blessings, they faithfully stand.

Makkah, the sanctuary, a sight divine,
The Kaaba stands tall, a beacon to align,
Circling the House, their spirits soar,
Tawaf, a rite and prayer, they forever adore.

Oh, Hajj, a sacred voyage of the soul,
Where unity and devotion make us whole,
In this holy land, a tapestry unfurls,
A symphony of hearts, where Allah’s love swirls.

Oh, blessed journey, a sacred embrace,
A spiritual homecoming, a divine chase,
Hajj, the pilgrimage of love and grace,
May its blessings shine, on every face.

Divine Wonder

Quench spirit’s thirst
Satisfy soul’s hunger
Read the noble Quran
Be a part of divine wonder

It has wisdom in orders
It has knowledge in stories
Peace is its message
Having solution to worries

With its beam wants do not wander
With its shadow tongues do not waver
Countless are its benefits
A witness of Allah’s favor

Read it once, twice or thrice
It never loses its freshness
Strange tales never become old
As they stand proud in uniqueness

Lives stitched on its fabric
Homes built on its soil
Will be placed in best lands
An Honest reward for their toil

Killing the beast inside you
It brings out your purest form
Washing away waste desires
It clears obsolete norms

Never astray it will lead you
Nor wandering it will leave you
Hold on to its rope firmly; and
Your name will be in the ‘Few’.

The search man is involved in
End on its door,
Stepping into its world
He needs to search no more.

by Zoya Eitezaz Ahmed
reposted from March 2009

Divine Wonder

The Sacred Month of Rajab

by Ahmed

The month of Rajab, one of the sacred four
a time to reflect, extra worship and seeking forgiveness at His door

The month brings reminder of the upcoming month of fasting
use it to mentally and physically prepare for the month of blessing

What can we do to prepare?
First lets deal with all the worldly affair

Next, Remember the hereafter and our final destination
Hell or heaven which of these are you working to make your final destination?

Thirdly, Charity, learn to help those more in need
With the intention of pleasing Allah, to succeed

Finally, Make dua’a to Allah seeking maghfirah & guidance
pray for a month with blessing & obedience

and may He bless us too during Shabaan
and let us reach the month of Ramadaan

Ameen

Life is a Garden

Life is a garden,
Good friends are the flowers,
And times spent together,
Life’s happiest hours;
And friendship, like flowers,
Blooms ever more fair
When carefully tended
By dear friends who care;
And life’s lovely garden
Would be sweeter by far
If all who passed through it
Were as nice as you are.

Turn to allah

When you have a terrible day
You just want to scream
just turn to ALLAH

When you’re feeling so down
you have lost all hope
just turn to ALLAH

when you’re feeling betrayed
you just want to curse
just turn to ALLAH

when you can’t see a way out
of a terrible situation
just turn to ALLAH

when you’re feeling like
you have no self esteem
just turn to ALLAH

when you’re feeling all ok and
the world is at your feet
just remember not to forget ALLAH
you can then be certain He will remember you!

Ismail Morrison Abdullah

Ramadan Poem

by Donna Sibaai

The holy month of Ramadan
For all Muslims has begun.
Praising Allah through the day,
From dawn to dusk we fast and pray.

We pay zakah (charity) for those in need,
Trying hard to do good deeds.

When the sun has set, and day is done-
I’ll break this chain, but only one.
By the end of Ramadan, this whole chain will be all gone!
It’s time for Eid and lots of fun!!!

The Masjid invites you

​The Masjid invites you….
A few days after Ramadan, many masjids were seen to cry.

Someone asked one, why?
You ask me why I am so grieved?

It’s because I have been deceived.
I ask, Oh Muslim, where have you gone, where are you?

Was the past month a dream? 

It doesn’t seem real or true.
Oh my beloved, was it all a dream, was it all a show?

That is why my tears do flow.
Why don’t you visit me, why have you not returned?

From the past month is this what you learned?
My soul is empty without you and also my heart

How can you feel at ease being so far apart?
You are the one, whom the Lord chose for his own remembrance,

So why should I not lament at your absence?
Why do I no longer hold any charm?

From where else will you attain inner peace or calm?
I call you every day but you do not respond

Day by day weakens our bond!
I call you in the day and I call you at night.

What’s happened? 

For sure something’s not right
Don’t you recognize me anymore? 

Don’t you hear my voice?

Is it deliberate or do you really have no choice?
When will you light me up again? 

Will I have to wait another year?

Going by past experience, that is what I fear!!

What happened to my Youth?

by Ahmed

What has become of my tender youth?
Forsaken to sins and evils is the truth
Given over to pleasure and lust, day and night
Forgive me Allah. I hear and tremble with fright

What will happen to me?
Only Allah does know
In Hellfire will I burn
Or receive the Jannah that I yearn

Allah, from You forgiveness I seek
And make me amongst the meek
Ya Rabbi show me the way
To live my life as the Prophet (صلى الله عليه وسلم) did say

And on my deathbed allow me to pray
The kalima, and have me not go astray
From the Siratul Mustakeem
And in Jannah inshallah my face will beam
Ameen.

Many Gifts

Allah you have granted me many gifts

Throughout my life I have always found

Your blessings showered on me abound

Of all the blessings you have chosen to give

Imaan is the most valued and then the chance to live

For I know I have been ungrateful in the past

Sinning like forever I would last

But alas you guided me from the darkness

And pulled me onto the path of success

I pray you keep me upon it steadfast

Until death and when I breathe my last.

Teen Crush

This poem refers to the haram relationships that young Muslims may be ensnared into by the shaytaan.

TEEN CRUSH
by Ahmed

O young Muslim
I hear your story, so grim

You have given your heart
To a teen crush, soon to depart

The time will soon come for it to end
Tears, remorse and regret it will send

Deep emotions of anger and hurt
As you feel like a piece of dirt

But why do you fail to see
Allah has given you this opportunity

To turn away from this detested sin
Repent, and start a new beginnin’

From lewd behaviour become shy
Seeking forgiveness from Allah, do cry

Remove from your heart the lust dirty
And instead put love of Allah in your breast plenty

For this is the path to success
Jannah, the Muslims eternal address!!

Originally posted Sep 8th, 2005

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