Poet-off 2 :) - ya'all ready - READ RULES

[Umer Abdul-Jabbar]

POET-OFF ROUND 2

After Massive Success of the first Poet-OFF mashAllah, here is ROUND 2.


RULES

1.) Gender Relations - Please know the limits, and do not cross the line.

2.) DO NOT make it Personal - Do not make it personal, poetry is something beautiful alhumdulillah, keep it beautiful , if someone says something, please take it on a lighter note.

3.) Keep it FUN - on an average 10 people viewed the last POET-OFF, and the reason being because it was AWESOME to read. Alhumdulillah.

4.) STAY ON THE TOPIC - Please if you don't got rhymes, then do not make a comment that will change the topic entirely, and create side conversations.

5.) COMMENTS - Only make comments that will bring benefit, i.e MashAllah you really know how to drop rhymes. etc.., so say something nice about the poem every now and then. You will see it helps the writer increase their potential.

LETS START

p.s extra points for dissin TAYYBAH and SHAMS (keep the smack clean tho plz)

[Umer Abdul-Jabbar]

bismillah

Abu Khattab is back ... sayin take that,
dropping rhymes to initiate the minds,
hoping dreams, would one day depress the mines,
the mines of our minds,
that blow up thinking why we droppin so many dimes,
only to supress, that which cannot be pressed,
so much to express in this lyrical mess,
mind cannot comprehend the pain that is suffered by the heart,
the body cannot speak for the mind is lost,
so why do we sit here, why do we stand and just talk, drop, walk
yet not once can we think what presses our minds?
yet aint it funny how it pains our hearts?

i see the pain my heart feels, regret it sure conceals,
i ignore and i walk, just cuz all this time i thought,
i thought what will depress the mines of our minds?

hopefully, i m hopefull to create the lines so i can drop more rhymes,
to help those who feel such pain,
to help those who got not gain,
they got no game, they got no planes, no cars, no water,
but they sure got something we dont,
they got heart
but why then does this mind of mine presses, such critical mines,
that blow up, creating ideological, n hypothetical cases,
that everything is just fine?

why?

[brother_yusuf]

mashaAllah Umer...i'm just discovering your alter-ego "Abu Khattab" lool.

Here's something I wrote in 2006. I think you guys might like it.

Supposed To Be A Sister

She knows her true faith but it kills her to admit it
Christianity was easy, now she'll have to be comitted
The threshold seems overbearing, she doesn't know the half
She doesn't know that crossing it will only make her laugh
At the simplicity, of the life she will lead
I don't mean to mislead, but without it she will not proceed
She read the Quran many times, cover to cover
All the while, keeping her discoveries undercover
She doesn't like notions of keeping hair under covers
But she really wants to get to heaven
She tries hard to find the right path in life
But her mind and her heart are forever in strife
Her parents tell her to pray to Jesus Christ
Her logic tells her that something isn't right
That something needs to change in her life
Something to make her look nice, a new outfit
A new outlook, a facelift, maybe plastic surgery
Anything material would be an act of perjury
Because her mind needs a change of heart
Before all her sense departs, in different directions
Everyone is giving her different injections
Do this, do that, do the third, flip the world the bird
Still she knows of those truthful words
That both her mind and her heart prefer
She's coming close to uttering, she's stuttering
Her thoughts are cluttering, she's trying to find peace of mind
She feels blind for a second and finally speaks truthfully
"There is no God worthy of worship but He
And upon Muhammad, he delegated prophecy"
She blacks out temporarily, falls to her knees
"Thank you God, now my soul is at ease"
Now she breathes easily, and cries so freely
What took place, was always meant to be
All the time i knew her, i could easily see
Who one of my best friends was always supposed to be
She was supposed to be a sister to me, and now what
She's no longer just a person to me, she's a Muslim queen
Someone who's finally free, thank God, and to God, she's up there in degrees
Peace!

[Asmaa Hussein]

Put aside your pride
Set down your arrogance
And remember your grave.
- Ali (radi Allahu ‘anhu)

Umar asked Ubayy what Taqwa meant
and how many of us could relent at such a reply –
roll up your sleeves, gather your garments, and struggle.

Our hearts may run dry, run out of their iman-supply
our eyes stray, our minds make their homes in the sky,
amongst clouds, but on this path
of thorns and dusk, straying earns Allah’s Wrath.

So can we afford to not step lightly around these thorns?
The angel’s lips are on his horn – waiting for al-Qiyyama.
Are you ready for The Reality?
Can you hold yourself steady when that
breath is your last? Are you holding fast
to the rope of Allah?

Remember your shroud – will it wrap up your arrogance and hide it from Allah?
Allah sees through the cloud you create, through the proud words of hate
so in return, what do you anticipate?

Allah’s Sovereignty, Al-Mulk
should make a home in your heart
before it departs from the deception of this world. Tear apart
your attachment to this life, for the grief of the hereafter
is heavier than a knife to the back.
Laughter
would cease if we but knew – and weeping increase,
if we but knew.

I want my book in my right hand; so I understand
His plan is beyond my scope, and my palms hold on
to hot coals, hold on to His rope. Like Imam-al-shafi’i, I’m building
hope and a stairway of mercy to You, Oh Allah.

Repent
for not struggling, my soul. Nothing can fill
this hole in my heart except Jannah.

[Halle Ma]

By Bothayna and an anonymous sista

You ask why to a question too deep to explore
Many people have these questions, but they drop it to the floor
When the heart and the mind are not on the same page
We tend to place delusions and illusions on the stage

When the mind sits and contemplates
We forget our Creator is the one that holds our fate

When the heart sits and feels those emotions
We forget to take words of the Most High and put them to motion

So yes, we may pain
Again and again
And at times we might think it would drive us insane
What in this dunya will help us remain?
Holding on to the rope of Alrahman and not complain?

Hassan al-Basri said, “Son of Adam, you are nothing but a collection of days”
Why then do we make these situations put us in a daze?
Asking to be guided on the seeratal mustaqeem, yet we’re running in a maze
Our goals and objectives to please the Most High
Covered in a haze

As I sit here and think…
This world is just
One
Long
…
Blink

Why then, do we allow ourselves to sink?

[Halle Ma]

MashaAllah Asmaa welcome back

[hafsah.]

Wake up every morning, day by day
It's 4 am and I gotta pray
My eyes are weak
I cannot speak
My mouth feels like it wants to shriek
I make wudhu
and make Khushoo
Then I pray
like today
was my last on Earth
Duhr was even harder than it used to
I was distracted and acted like I had something to do
My mind was cluttered
My stomach was fluttered
And I couldn’t even concentrate one little bit
So I made wudhu
and I made khushoo
And asked Allah to help me through
All the troubles I had while I pray
And I didn't want to be lead astray
So I held my head high
And I started to cry
Because my heart began to realize
Allah doesn't look at your wealth
He looks at the strength of your health
So you can reside in Paradise
FOR THE REST OF YOUR AFTERLIFE!

Follow this advice, I’m sayin’ it twice

Or else, you’ll be absurd and fail in life WORD!

[heavens_scent]

Originally Posted by Umer Abdul-Jabbar

LETS START

p.s extra points for dissin TAYYBAH and SHAMS (keep the smack clean tho plz)

Akhi, some of us already did that and more...so where is the prize?

[Shaffi]

k so first of all lemme jus say that u all are sooooo talented mashAllah...so don't ever stop being inspired and don't ever stop writing down your inspirations . ya'll are awesome!!!

that being said...i'm a first timer so go easy on me

Every morning covered in black
I leave my house hoping to come back
But Allah knows best when my soul shall depart
So Bismillahi Thawakalth I repeat in my heart

Everyday I see the stares
Their eyes speaking to me with their glares
But not a single day do I regret
Cloaking myself in order to protect

Protect me from the eyes of those
Who do not see the chastity beneath my clothes
Who do not know the humility I attempt to possess
Who cannot understand that my life is a test

A test to earn the pleasure of He
He who with love has created me
So for Him I refrain from adorning myself
To distract any attention I attract to myself

I can bear with the stares and the scornful looks
But I cannot bear the punishment of the One who overlooks
I can bear the heat of the long summer days
But the eternal fire keeps me steadfast in my ways

So Alhamdulillah for my Abaya and Hijab
Alhamdulillah that I believe in one God
Alhamdulillah that I have the chance to protect
And the chance to seek the pleasure of the One who knows best

[Umer Abdul-Jabbar]

mashAllah this is some good stuff subhanAllah

yusuf, Asmaa (welcome back), Halle Ma, hafsah. and Shaffi

wow these are some powerful words, its amazing to see new people give poetry a shot

mashAllah keep this up .. helps the reader reflect!