in rhyme

[younus]

[shadow=blue,left,300]I'M TOO BUSY[/shadow]

Everyday as i wake up at dawn
My mind start working the moment i yawn
There were many things to do, o dear!
That's why i hastily did my Subuh prayer
I didn't have the time to sit longer to
praise the Lord
To me rushing out after prayer is nothing odd...

Since school, i had been busy every minute
Completing my tutorials and handing it in
My ECAs took up most of my time always
No time did i have to Allah to pray
Too many things to do and zikir is rare
For Allah, I really had no time to spare..

When i grew up and started my career
Working all day to secure my future
When I reached home, I prefered to have fun
I chatted on the phone but i didn't read the Quran
I spent too much time surfing the Internet
Sad to say, my faith was falling flat...

The only time i have left is weekends
During which i prefer window shopping with friends
I couldn't spare time to go to the mosque
I'm too busy, that's the BIG EXCUSE...

I did my five prayers but did so quickly
After prayer, I didn't sit longer to reflect quietly
I didn't have time to help the needy ones
I was loaded with work as my precious time runs

No time at all to visit a sick Muslim friend
To orphans and elderly, I hardly lent a hand
I'm too busy to do community service
When there were gatherings, I helped the least

My life was already full of stress
So i didn't counsel a Muslim in distress
I didn't spend much time with my family
B'coz i thought, doing so is a waste of time...

No time to share with non-Muslim about Islam
Even though I know, inviting causes no harm
No time to do Sunnah prayers at all
All these contribute to my imaan's fall..

I'm busy here and busy there
I've no time at all, that's all i care
I went for religious lessons, just once in awhile
Coz i'm too busy making a pile...

I worked all day and i slept all night
Too tired for Tahajjud and it seemed not right
To me, earning a living was already tough
so i only did basic deeds but that's not enough..

No time at all, to admire God's creation
No time to praise All_h and seek His Compassion
Although I know how short is my life
For Islam, I really didn't strive..

Finally the day comes, when the Lord calls for me
And I stood before Him with my Life's History

I feel so guilty b'coz i should have prayed more
Isn't that what a Muslim lives for?
To thank Allah and do more good deeds
And the Quran is for us all to read..

Now at Judgement Day, I'm starting to fret
I've wasted my life but it's too late to regret
My entry to Paradise depend on my good behaviour
But i've not done enough nor did proper prayer

My "good deed book" is given from my right
An angel opened my "book" and read out my plight.
Then the angel chided me....

"O You Muslim servant, you are the one,
Who is given enough time, yet not much is done
Do you know that your faith is loose?
saying "no time" is only an excuse.
Your "good deed book" should be filled up more
with all the good work you stood up for..

Hence, I only recorded those little good deeds
As I say this, I know your eyes will mist..
I was about to write some more, you see
But i did not have, THE TIME to list".......

[younus]

If my love is attached to Thee
Then from sin I will be free

Each time my heart will beat
Your name will resound with heat

With your name shivers my each limb
They seek to be released from whim

Allah, Allah, is my hearts speech
Your Mercy is what I beseech

The Most Merciful keep me content
With all that You have sent

Keep in my heart Your remembrance
And in Your deen and love allow me to advance

Help me in my quest
Permit me to pass the ultimate test

Save me from the clutches of Satan
Give me death upon Imaan.

[younus]

FRIEND OR FOE

He wanted me to burn in hell,
He wanted me to be among those who fell,
He wished to lead me astray,
From my Lords mercy he tried to keep me away.
Was he my friend or enemy?

It was because of him I was deprived,
He had deceived so many,
He kept coming at me until I died,
I still didn’t realize amidst all the agony,
Was he my friend or enemy?

He whispered evil to me every day & every night,
He defeated me without me even putting up a fight,
I didn’t even try,
I thought I can just ignore him and let him pass by,
Was he my friend or enemy?

This is why I was drowned in sins,
All along he was sitting back and laughing at me,
Then death hit me, now I can see,
But it’s too late,
There’s no going back to change my fate.

His task had reached its end,
This was his plan all along,
He wasn’t my friend,
I understood it all wrong,
He was the Devil, my arch enemy!

[younus]

[glow=red,2,300]I Worship My Lord [/glow]

I wake before dawn.
No muadhin calls me,
No footsteps stir me,
Instead society spurns me,
Labels me and burns me.
But everyday,
I wake before dawn.

I wear my hijab.
No father threatens me,
No religious police warn me,
Instead society judges me
Mocks me and shuns me.
But everyday,
I wear my hijab.

I rear my children.
No family pressures me,
No work barriers limit me,
Instead society shames me,
Names me and blames me.
But everyday,
I rear my children.

I follow the Sunnah.
No culture defines me,
No history holds me,
Instead, society scolds me,
Re-makes and moulds me.
But every day,
I follow the Sunnah.

I strive for Paradise.
No teachers indoctrinate me,
No worldly hardships sedate me,
Instead society rejects me,
Tempts me and affects me.
But every day,
I strive for Paradise.

I worship my Lord.
No imam compels me,
No rules force my heart,
Instead, society fears me,
And dares not come near me.
But every day,
I worship my Lord.

Every day,
In every way,
Through hardship and strife
And the all-consuming,
O so fleeting,
Bitter sweetness of life,
I worship my Lord.

[younus]

[younus]

Conversations with the Creator

Everyday
Five times a day
Or even more should you choose
An opportunity
Unsurpassed
To connect with our Creator
To worship
To repent
To request
To protest
A direct hotline
To unburden our worry-load
Oases of serenity
In the spiritual desert
Of today’s hustle-bustle
A means to take stock
A reminder that nothing stops life’s clock
Have you had your conversation with your Creator today?

[younus]

LAST BREATH

From those around I hear a Cry,
A muffled sob, a Hopeless sigh,
I hear their footsteps leaving slow,
And then I know my soul must Fly!
A chilly wind begins to blow,
Within my soul, from Head to Toe,
And then, Last Breath escapes my lips,
It's Time to leave. And I must Go!
So, it is True (But it's too Late)
They said: Each soul has its Given Date,
When it must leave its body's core,
And meet with its Eternal Fate.
Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows? Tomorrow could be your Day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay!
Come on my brothers let us pray
Decide which now, Do NOT delay!
Oh God! Oh God! I cannot see!
My eyes are Blind! Am I still Me
Or has my soul been led astray,
And forced to pay a Priceless Fee
Alas to Dust we all return,
Some shall rejoice, while others burn,
If only I knew that before
The line grew short, and came my Turn!
And now, as beneath the sod
They lay me (with my record flawed),
They cry, not knowing I cry worse,
For, they go home, I face my God!
Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows, Tomorrow could be your Day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay !
Come on my brothers let's pray
Decide which now, do not delay ....

[Ummati]

[glow=red,2,300]Even If I Lose[/glow]

a poem by Zehra Agha

When hours are short and days are long,
When little goes right and much goes wrong,

To my close ones failing to impart joy,
My mind is a sponge, my time is a toy.

Trapped in this maze and clockwork,
Shadows of my heart hauntingly lurk.

To my Forbearing Lord I do not abide,
Eating me up, shaytan smirks inside.

Tipping over, struggling not to fall,
To my beloved Protector I desperately call!

Despite the deafening silence and hollow,
After my infantile duas, Your Mercy does follow.

Saving me from my own self is not an easy job,
Effortlessly You help me cut through the crowd and mob.

With Your Help by my side my fears fade away,
In awe of Your majesty, I bow my head and pray.

Who needs any other when I have You?
The One and Only; Strong, Powerful and True.

After straying away, once again I touch base,
Seeking forgiveness; surrendering to Your Face.

Past forgiven, I make a promise new,
Even if I lose, I lose only to You.

[Ummati]

“All the signs that were sent, they finally make sense
You feel the torment, so you need to repent
When your heart is cement, it’s hard as a brick
Cause your soul is worth more than the dollars and cents,
All the money in the world couldn’t buy you happiness
Cause “verily, it is in the remembrance of Allah, that hearts do find rest”

-Boonaa Mohammed

From whyareyounotmuslim.tumblr.com/

[Ummati]

Divine Wisdom



Tell me why they demand!
Why this way? they ask.
What good is this? they question;
Why for me this task?

I wear loose clothes already,
Why a scarf, why jilbab?
Its culture, not religion!
Why specifically this garb?

I’m just listening to some music,
It’s not an immoral song!
It makes me feel spiritual,
Then WHY is it so wrong?

I’m hanging out with a friend
So what if it’s a guy?
Our intentions aren’t questionable,
Why should I bid good bye?”

For every command we have questions,
And answers we require.
Explanations are plenty sisters,
But why must we inquire?

These dictates are Divine,
It is not a human law –
Each decree has a reason,
There is nary a flaw.

His are the ‘whys and wherefores’
He alone is in the know,
Cannot our belief be absolute,
Complete submission we could show?

We can have our proofs and justifications
We can question till we’re blue,
But in the end my sisters,
His Word alone is Truth.



www.igotitcovered.org/2012/02/23/divine-wisdom/

[Sauliha]

‎"This being human is a guest-house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.
Still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

-Rumi

[Sauliha]

Stop acting so small.
You are the universe in ecstatic motion.