Category: Poetry

The Sacred Month of Rajab

Poetry

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

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Take Warning from the example of Iblis

Poetry

Wealth has no permanence: it comes in the morning,
and at night it is scattered to the winds.
Physical beauty too has no importance,
for a rosy face is made pale by the scratch of a single thorn.
Noble birth also is of small account,
for many become fools of money and horses.
Many a nobleman’s son has disgraced his father by his wicked deeds.
Don’t court a person full of talent either,
even if he seems exquisite in that respect:
take warning from the example of Iblis!
Iblis had knowledge, but since his love was not pure,
he saw in Adam nothing but a figure of clay.

Masnavi of Maulana Jalaluddin Rumi

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Imagine

Poetry

Imagine yourself after you pass away
Imagine your grave through night and through day
Wishing that you did not do as they say
Wishing that you had got up and had prayed.

Imagine, my friends, the day that you died
Imagine all of the tears that they cried
Remember how it felt when your body was tied
Remember how it felt in the grave which you lied.

Imagine the day you’ll be called to account
Imagine the sum to which your life will amount
Think for a moment of the deeds which you mount
Think for a moment how much they will count.

What will they say of you when you are dead?
What will they say, what will be said?
Will they speak of all the poor who you fed?
Will they remember all the Qu’ran that you read?

Think not of them, but of Allah, Lord of mankind and jinn
Think of Allah when tempted to sin
Think of the paradise which you will dwell in
Don’t wait till later to think what might have been.

Source: Imagine Your death

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Life is a Garden

Poetry

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.

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Turn to allah

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

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Ramadan Poem

Poetry

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!!!

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The Masjid invites you

Poetry

​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!!

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Laylatul Qadr poem

Poetry

​A blessed night in which angels descend, 

A special month for good deeds to ascend, 
The night is still, 
You feel a chill, 
The month of mercy is close to an end 

A prayer mat set 
Peace in your heart, 
As you reflect on the deeds 
You’ve gained from the start, 
Prepare to benefit, 
From the bounties of your Lord, 
An odd day it falls upon 
Hasten for the reward! 

Better than a thousand months 
A night that can change destiny, 
Await Laylatul Qadr 
Reserved for the month of mercy.Author not known

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What happened to my Youth?

Poetry

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.

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Many Gifts

Allah

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.

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