This is a message from your mind
They've invited their women and children to see, and tied me to
a solid trunk.
To Allah I complain of my loneliness and suffering;
Of enemies who surround me to rejoice at my death.
To bear what they are doing to me;
Piercing my flesh and tearing my limbs.
But death is preferrable to that;
That very thought of which brings tears to my eyes,
Not the pain they inflict on me.
But I shudder out of fear for the fire of Hell,for the fury of its
flames.
Hoping He'll bless every limb offered in His way.
So long I die a Muslim, I don't regret a thing,
For My death will occur in Allah's way.
Hassan
Ibn Thabit
{This poem in loving memory of Khubayb, is reputedly
composed by the Muslim poet Hassan Ibn Thabit, and is hailed in
Arabic literature as a masterpiece. The charm of the original
language and its lilt is impossible to convey in
translation}
The enemy allies have converged on me, incited their clansmen
to muster strength;
O Master of the Mighty Throne, grant me strength ,
They gave me a choice to turn away from Thee,
I am not afraid of death, for some day everyone has to die;
These limbs of mine are a sacrifice for Allah,
{ At every piercing stab of their sharp spears he
chanted:La-ilaha-illal-aa Muhamma-dararasul-lah, until his noble soul
fled from his body in search of his Lord, to complain of the tyranny of
his tormentors.}
the moment of no doubt
the fate that reached every
tall short person
thin be he, or stout
when it came it just came
just like that
unconcievable by the brain
they said it was like
70 swords aimed to strike
how can I bear that if
when only by a cut,
my arm will get so stiff
How will i act.....
What will I say....
I can't just run away
from facing that day
All I can do is Pray
to Allah everyday
in hope that he may
make it a simple day
and from the pain
commited blasphemy
now.... I really won't like
that to happen to me
at least because
at that moment of pain
I'll be under so much strain
that caring about someone else
would be the least
Will I go to Janah
what my soul always desired?
or will I be sent
directly to the hellfire?
........just like that
"No ,that won't happen to you....
you are a pious man
with a heart
overflown with Iman
Allah will spare you
from the pain"....
When the Prophet sent to you
better than you and him.....
peace be upon him
suffered these moments too
.....just like that
......and for me too
is to stick to The Book
sent by The Creator of man
(and every other thing)
The Holy Quran
and read a part daily ,
at least one chapter
this insha Allah
is good for the Hereafter
not only reading....
....understanding too
Quran and Sunnah ...
stick to these two
to do that at once?
Well, ... and so is
... entering Paradise
So DO IT ........
that is my advice...
.....just like that
who wrote this poem
so he won't be punished
..... just like that
Lord of the worlds , Creator of every creature
Did you sit down and think
about the moment when
your eyes will cease to blink
yes , I am talking to you
sit down and do
and do not pretend
That it won't happen to you
what will be the time?
and most important...
are you the next on line?
"Oh no" you think.....
"not me......
and even if it was..." you say
"it won't be today....
it will be at a time
so far away......
like a hundred years
or maybe even more
when Angel Izrael
will be knocking at my door
and the problem is...
you know that you know....
that when death comes...
it will come like a blow
that God knows the very second
when my soul will come out of my body
and the news will shock everybody
So am I ready for the test?
the most important final test?
but how can I pass when I knew all the while
that when I didn't prepare
for a test in school
when I was alive , when I was there
I got a letter in my mail
with a lousy F for Fail
Exactly what I was expecting
WHAT AM I EXPECTING??????!!!!
Yes, He is Merciful
but didn't you know that
His Punishment is so very
Painful?
you're sticking to so hard
anything that's keeping
Iman from reaching
the inside of your heart
and like Allah said
in Surat Al-Zariyyat
translation of the meaning
just check were it's at
verse fifty is where I am reading
"So Flee to Allah"
from who?
from a Great Power
nothing in the Universe
is Greater nor Higher
than that Self
who could it be?
except Allah Himself
while riding on a bus or sitting in a park
Learn to do it when alone in a room
or staying up late staring at the moon
and if someone boasts about
what he did for Allah
and asks you to tell him
what you did for Allah
just say"Why should I tell you
if I did it for Allah?"
you may be a king or just a baker but sooner or later
you'll meet your maker
Uryan
The truth was clear when it fell behind
The sky is so high but a moment away
yet you choose to stay
looking down
focusing on what comes and goes
If you are confused
raise up your hand
be concerned about the outcome
it's a test-room and you are welcome
look up....look! Ponder, take your time
forget....in order to reflect
Can you see the moon
Can you really...or did you look down too soon?
Why is it floating?
Not what we learned from whoever was quoting
There could be answers to everything
Every thing
And they choose not to agree
Except reality
The moon and reality?…Who made this…The maker…the maker?
Not the assumer nor the quoter
The Creator
He should know the full answer
I need to know Him, I need him
He must have made me
And the reflection of perfection in everything I see
That is why we get what we want when we cry
We work, we innovate, we rule and we dare
To claim we know all the answers
When there is always a new answer
We learn how to solver problems
And we fall in them
We are ignorant and only relatively intelligent
We are weak
That is reality
We hold values and principles on which we all agree
Anything that defends our stance…our trance
Too many cooks spoil the broth
One President, One Prime-Minister, One King but when it comes to God
He is three…
And the planets glide and don’t collide
And from a drop of fluid a lot of complicated functions exist inside
A single mistake?not
Not even resting, only different ways of testing
No need for associates, helpers, or partners
To him belongs all the Dominion
He is Merciful without a price
He Lives and we die, even you and I
And Jesus peace be upon him
God has no heirs, no son
Only humans revealed upon
To convey a message to other humans
One God (no wonder)
Worship Him alone without a partner
Get to know your mind…
By following the final messenger sent to all mankind
But he was smiling.
Terror surged up;
He plunged into it.
Serene in spirit and mind
Steadfast of heart and stride.
Reckless of injury,
Undeterred by pain
His soul was possessed
By high endeavor
Nobler than all
Its elements: flame and tempests.
Combining the turbulent sea
With the steadfast heights
It stems from the nature of sacrifice
From the essence of noble giving
A torch of justice whose scorching heat
Many times has set nations free.
Seeking eternity as a dwelling place,
Indifferent whether to chains
Or to death he comes at last,
Pledged to his resolution.
While still confined in prison
And neither a tear from a loved one
or family bade him farewell.
Perhaps he was lowered into the ground
Without even a shroud.
Who knows whether it is the plain
That hides his body, or the mountain peak.
Do not ask where his body lies--
His name is on the lips of time.
He was the guiding star that shone through
The darkness of trial.
Bringer of light to eyes so that they should
Not know slumber.
Casting flame into hearts,
So they do not know rancor.
Going willingly into death
Singing forth before the world
As his soul ascended to heaven
"I am for God and Country!"
Strangers , and we feel contented with that as a motto for life
if you ask about us we do not fear the tyrants
we are Allah's Soldiers always! our path is the path of the
withstanding
Strangers.... Strangers !
and we will proceed to eternal bliss
Let us strive ,struggle and fight once more
Strangers ... so are the free in the world of slaves
Strangers.... Strangers !
when we were happy ,
the Book of Allah
we recite it day and night
This wind
blows
These trees
sing
Those flowers
bloom
I give this mind
to you
Words flow
freely
From my lips
Misunderstood
language
So tired
And drained
The rythym of my
banter
Is the
problem
Take not what
I give
At face
value
My friends
I keep you
all
Inside of me
One will
pass
The others
will join
All I ask
Is remember
me
In your Du`aa.. time passes....
and my sins encompass me
I try to call on my heart
but it fails me..
I'm going blind
but yet... I see
I see you walking
and I squeeze my heart
just to comprehend
that you once didn't exist
but , I only see you
like I always did
in the past....
when I was silly ...
..but unwicked
out of pride , ..
I do not write
in my case ... pride is...
nowhere in sight
but I pour this
on a paper screen
so , maybe one day...
the suffering is
felt and seen
Sometimes I think about
the intensity of the pain
I heard that some hallucinated
My soul always tells me:
But how can that be true....
Or are you better than him?!?!?
So my advice for you
Is it too hard
and pray for the person
Anonymous
Praised be He , who knows the future
What will the date be?
I just can't believe
or maybe can't concieve
Don't take God ,for granted
Anonymous
Let go of everything
Flee to Allah?
Anonymous
Learn to call on Allah in the dark
Anonymous
Sir Jolly Happy Chap
This is a message from your mind
Anonymous
Disaster frowned;
Along the path of greatness he walks,
Perhaps death took him
What faced glowed with joy,
Ibrahim Tuqman
/
taken from an issue of the Muslim Writer's Guild
(translated by Lena Jayyusi and John
Heath-Stubbs)
Strangers , and to other than Allah , we don't bring down our foreheads
Strangers.... Strangers
We will not get bothered with the chains
Strangers.... Strangers
O , how we studied in the past ,
Everything Perishes.....
I go on suffering....
Anonymous
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