|05-21-2011, 05:22 AM||#21|
Join Date: Oct 2010
by a brother
THE TORMENTS OF HELL
If only you knew the torments of hell
It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell
It is in existence even as we speak
And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak
On the day of rising, hell will be in view
A terrible sight, if only you knew
It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns
And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains
After burning for a thousand years , it's flames turned white
A thousand more years, now it's as black as the night
You think the flames are bearable, you're totally wrong
The flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strong
In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones
The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones
The thickness of your skin will greatly increase
Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease
The people in hell are there to stay
They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day
70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown
to hit the bottom of hell and it won't be alone
the food of hell resembles a devil's head
and to drink, boiling water and blood bright red
which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out
the inhabitants of hell will scream and shout
some will be taken out by Almighty Allah's command
but the polytheists will stay eternally damned
Take up Islam, the only way to succeed
and if you don't, you're unfortunate indeed
brothers and sisters, help determine your fate
once you see hellfire, it'll be far too late
|05-27-2011, 04:00 PM||#22|
Join Date: Sep 2008
Re: poetry slam!
by brother Ammar
Youíre the best person Iíve ever known, the best friend Iíve never met
Your sincerity to me is blinding enough to completely canvas the world around me
with drapes that read, respect,
honor, focus, protect..and leaving a window so that I can zoom in on the important things, and yet those are the things that I forget, or neglect,
ÖI will do better.
Your Ummah is fine, not because of me or mine, or wounds that heal with time, those whoíd die for a dollar sign,
but because of promises divine,
and so when we feel that weíre at our worst,
and our sadness would cause our hearts to burst,
it feels like there are times,
when there are angels within our lines.
Or maybe hovering over squares,
with chants of freedom in the air,
we inhale deep and turn the page,
Far from death, we do not age..
Iím sorry for my weakness.
For every time Iíve been ashamed of your name,
and asked someone to call me Mo,
For not knowing enough about you to defend you they drew cartoons, or accused you with the most heinous of accusations..
For not getting over my distaste of reading and waiting for hollywood to put you on the big screen so I can know about you.
As if Steven Spielberg, Mel Gibson, and Johnny depp could somehow recreate the twinkle in your eye,
or a beautiful bead of sweat as it scaffolds on your forehead, frantically fighting gravity not wanting to fall off your body.
I keep thinking of seeing you, and wonder if you would smile at meÖ
the thought gives me goose bumps.
You told me to meet you at the pool, so on that day, I hope and pray
that I can see you through the crowd,
that no angels barricade me as I sprint at brake neck speed,
I hope you recognize itís me.
I will crowd the companions to get access to your vision.
I will obey my thirst and quench it from your hand, so until that day I will prayÖ
I will stand and I will pray,
as if my feet are holding the earth from splitting.
If I make it, I cry at the thought of seeing you.
For I know the words that I used to read out of all too thin pages,
will do no justice, to your face, your scent, your touch, your voice.
I will fall in love with your shadow,
and will tell Ali that his description did not do justice,
and tell my mother Aisha, that we heard her story of how you passed away between her chin and her chest,
over and over and over again,
and it made us cry every single time.
For there was no disaster that we suffered more
than what we suffered before our souls merged with flesh,
the one of losing you.
And I will sit in the shade of your smile,
and ask you your story directly from your mouth,
as we sip from a river of Hawaiian punch, ice cold,
and would be deeply embarrassed if you asked me for mine,
and then if you let me, Iíll would love..for a hug.
Things arenít always as they seem. Umm Musa was told to throw her son in the river, Yusuf was left for dead in a well, Maryam delivered a child alone, Ayesha was accused of a terrible sin, Yunus was swallowed by a whale, Ibrahim was thrown in the fire, Muhammad lost the love of his life Khadija, and Umm Salamah thought no one could be better than Abu Salamah.(Peace be upon them). Yet look at how it turned out for them in the end.. So donít worry, Allah has a plan for you.
if Allah is with you, whom do you have to fear? if Allah is against you, what hope do you have?
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|05-28-2011, 11:05 PM||#23|
Join Date: Oct 2010
Ya Rabb, My Lord you know me.
I don't have to disclose me.
When I make that call in sujood,
I know that you love me.
The tears have their own language
Speaking on behalf of my heart
The pain gets more sweeter when I know that you're testing me
It gets deep when I know I don't have anyone understanding me
Do not abandon me, leave me, disgrace me
O Allah, My Rabb, Help me & Guide me
My love for you is immense
Yet this dunya doesn't make any sense
My heart trembles out of fear, Protect me Ya Rabb
Verily You are Watching me
|06-03-2011, 05:07 AM||#24|
Join Date: Oct 2010
Love of a mother for her son
Promised a man of old
a lad, dinars and gold
For a price like no other
the very heart of his mother
For glitter he did not stagger
took to his mother a long dagger
Pulled out her heart with his hands bare
for everlasting riches, a small fare
Heart in hand, he rushed in haste
not a moment he wished to waste
He fell, and out rolled from his hand
the heart of his mother into the sand
Out called the heart 'O son of mine'
'I hope surely you are fine'
Fear gripped the lad
'What have I done?' he said
Himself he intended to punish for the vice
'O my son' called the heart: 'kill me not twice'
|06-13-2011, 02:11 AM||#25|
Join Date: Oct 2010
Ya Rabb, The Earth belongs to you
So are the Heavens Thine
Why should I fret about the world I live in?
The world is Thine
All the warmth of Love & Mercy
Comes from you Ya Rahman Ya Raheem
Yet, this Ajeeb creature fails to realize
The world is Thine
You put us through tests
To bring out the best
At the stroke of dawn O Allah
Your command is carried out with Confidence
by your slaves.
Yet we do not know
When our time might come to an end
Hankering after this deceiving world
We have brought misery to ourselves
Yet Your Mercy surpasses your Anger
So Forgive me Ya Rabb
Verily in this lonely desolate world
This heart is alone
Accompanied, aided by none
Has been only with its thoughts
So please do not forsake
this slave of yours
The heart longs to meet its Creator
Truly the soul is Thine, not mine.
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|06-13-2011, 11:58 AM||#26|
Join Date: Jun 2008
Re: The Prophets
May Allah bless the author (& sharer) with the company of the Prophets and messenger in jannatul firdous.
|06-21-2011, 09:27 PM||#27|
Join Date: Oct 2010
Poem written by a Mujahid
" Dedicated to my Princess "
You never once complained when you knew
that we would have nothing
You were content on having
only what little that you needed
where others would have left or moaned
you never once let out a sigh
You understood that what was written
was what we would eat
I never once complained
about what was put in front of me
as I knew it was your hands
that brought it to me
When I had nothing, I had you.
You put your trust in Your Rabb
and in turn you followed me
Never did I have to wonder about you
as my secrets, my honor and my Deen were safe with you
We both know what hardships you faced
just by being with me
but not a word did you speak complaining
You were strong and in turn made me strong
Like a vanguard for this Ummah
You concealed yourself
Where others would rush to please their desires
You were the essence of Taqwa
Life was easy with you and it came so naturally
You were the extension of me
and I would never need to finish my words
as who knew me better than you.
You knew your place
which was by my heart
It is the little things that make the person
and you would easily have kept me going for a lifetime
The way you would look at me with fire in your eyes
showed me that I was the only one for you
You stole my heart and hide it away.
I loved your jealousy and I loved to tease you
just so I could know how dear I was to you
What chance did shaitan have when you would ensure that
fajr was the easiest of salahs
I loved that you would forsake me in an instant to fast a voluntary fast
I loved that you would forsake me instantly to go and pray tahajjud
I loved that the Haq was dearer to you than my life and those of our jewels
You will never find a diamond in the hands of another in the same way our diamond deserves to be carried in your hands
We could have it all, my Love, but who sells Paradise for an hour of Passing pleasure? Not us.
Don't think that in this world anything is dearer to me than looking at your happy face and knowing that you are content inside
I went to find a better place for us
I went to fulfill the best of deals
I saw it written that if you give your life,
eternity would be ours
I saw it written that this life was a test and I have no doubt
that the one who promises us and
whose word is the truth must love me very much as He gave me you
They say the mind cannot comprehend what awaits us,
that sadness will be forgotten
and they say that the eye has yet to see
and the ear has yet to hear the beauties that awaits our new home in Paradise
They say rivers of honey my love
They say rivers of milk and wine
They say pearls and gold thrones
They say musk and cool breezes
Is it not fitting that I go to see this land afar to take you and our children?
I fear that the gates of opportunity will close behind me my love
I fear that others will hear what I hear and rush there and I will have nothing to offer you
I know you will send our sons to look for their father
Tell them that they will find me in every battle, in every fight where the flag of Islam is flown
Tell them that the pain will be a pinch and then they will see what I see, they will see the beautiful birds that will come to meet them
Tell them, the Angels will call them by the best of names and above all, Allah, The One, The Eternal will be pleased with them
I told you once that only 2 things will have me
You and Death.
My life was with you but now I must marry again. I must marry what was promised to me the moment I was born. I must marry death.
On the Day of Reckoning, if I stand with the best of creation, with the permission of Allah, Lord of the heavens and the earth, I will beg for you
None was worthy enough to stand next to me in this life but You alone my love, so why should I desire another in the next?
My Rabb bless me to live eternally in my wife's company
This I desire from the bottom of my heart.
|03-06-2012, 03:37 PM||#28|
Join Date: Oct 2010
Psalm of Life
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us further than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait,
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882).
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