I worship my Lord

I worship my Lord

A beautiful poem that reflects courage and strength against the tides of
continuous victimisation of Muslim Women by society
Written by Sister Na’ima B. Robert

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.

Taken from http://islamicpoems.blogspot.com

Poem on Music

Poem on Music

By Kamal el Mekki

O Muslim, lawful things have good attributes.
Where is the good in singing, dancing and listening to flutes?

Can we compare the words of singers and sounds of musicians…
To the glorious Qur’an, it’s lessons, wisdoms and admonitions?

How many singers do you know and give admiration.
And how many do you know of the companions and the following generation?

How much do you spend on singers from your wealth?
Compared to how much you know of Islamic scholars.

Do you see how much is memorised of music songs?
While you ignore the book (i.e. Al Qur’an) to which memorisation belongs.

How much do you memorise of these incantations?
And sway back and forth in intoxication.

Have you not seen those who follow the misguided?
And increase the loudness of music when they should hide it?

And who writes their songs, thinkers, or men of academia?
or maybe scholars like Ahmad and Malik or even ibn taymiyah.

O you who listens to music…
Don’t you see that all the songs of the world and all the lyrics you’ve seen
Wouldn’t compare in reward to even Alif Laam Meem. (Opening letters of Surah Al-Baqarah)

The next destination is the grave

The next destination is the grave

A translation of a beautiful Arabic poem

“Take taqwa as your provision, for you do not know
When the night darkens, will you live until fajr?

For how many of a youth laughs by morning and evening
And his shrouds have been weaved, and he does not know.

And how many of young ones are expected to live long
But their bodies are made to enter the darkness of the grave.

And how many of a bride have they beautified for her husband
And their souls have been seized on the night of decree.

And how many of a healthy one dies without an illness
And how many of an ill one has lived for a good time

So whoever lives for a thousand and more
They must one day, make their way to their grave”

Taken from:
http://fajr.wordpress.com/2007/10/28/arabic-poetry-3/

Who is the stranger?

Who is the stranger?

A translation of a poem by Shaykh Saad Al Ghamidi based on yesterday’s hadith, “The Strangers”.

“The stranger is he who is serious while the people around him play

And is awake while the people around him sleep

And follows the best path while the people around him plot and plan in their misguidance

And truthful was the poet when he said:

My friend said to me, ‘I see you as a stranger

Amongst these people without a close friend.

I said ‘No! But the people are strange, I’m only in this world and this is my way.

This is indeed the stranger

Strange to those who mock from amongst mankind

But in the Sight of his Lord, he is at a Noble Station.”