I do not know?
I am a human with original sin, that came
from the apple when man and woman bit in.
I'm angry with myself at having betrayed You,
I should slither on the ground as the
serpent must now do
But Your love is kind and merciful always
willing to forgive
And I'm standing here before You, for You, I
want to live
Cleanse me of these heartless sins and make
my soul look clean
I want to be absolved of all; even the unseen
I'd like to walk with You, Allah (Lord), I
want to hold your hand,
For You to pick me up, and for me to
I know it only takes a few words for all
this to be done
The devil tried to test me, and I know now
that You've won.
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Once there was a girl with a tough personality. She was considered to be a friendly and talkative. She was extremely tough regardless of love and crashes. She had wishes and dreams but was never sure when it’s gone come true. She was hard working always to satisfy her family and be a great daughter. She was tough about love but at the same time she knew a special and incomparable person will come to her life, who will be very different than others. When and where she will meet him, she never thought about it because she believed that we shouldn’t look for love, the reason was that love comes itself. However let’s see how and where she finds that special person.
One night after working so hard of her project she was bored.
“Oh God I am so bored let’s see if my friends are online I will talk to them but at the same time gone download a song” she got online but unfortunately non of her friends were online so she thought to herself why don’t I make a new friend she requested a random boy who she never knew before. After a week passed and that boy accepted her request but they never got the chance to talk to each other.
“Oh this boy looks so cute but why can’t I talk to him” although she wasn’t trusting any boys but her heart would tell her that this boy seems to be a good boy. So she used to leave an offline massages for him in order to contact each other and be friends. One day they both were online so their conversation started.
Boy… how are u and how did u added me
Girl… I’m fine thanks well I was bored last week so I randomly added u.
They started questioning each other and she asked him have you got a brother or a sister he answered I have 5 sister but no bro. She reply but I have 2 sis and no brother. The time of Salah came and she had to pray and she asked if she can leave the conversation and pray but he was surprised that she prays. After she did her prayers she asked him why were you surprised when I said its time for me to pray? He reply afghans who live in foreigner most of them are not religious.
Weeks passed and one day she was so excited.
Girl… You know what
Girl… I have a new baby sister
They kept contacting each other even though he had exams on that time but he would still take out some time for her. At the same time he would study for exams.
Few month later they became best friends and one day he told her that he like her but she didn’t understand what does he mean by like. She called her best friend and told her he told her that he likes her but she doesn’t know why he said this because he loves her or just a simple like.
Hey dude … he told me he likes me but I don’t know what he means by that.
My Friend… ha ha stupid liking is the first step of love I think he loves u.
She also liked him but she needed time to know him more. He was so innocent and respectful boy she had ever meet. They became so closer and their friendship turned to love after a passing of time. She didn’t know much about his family and background but however she loved him and thought he is a right person for her life partner.
For every relationship to became stronger and trust worthy it needs time. Relationships are like building a house. Some relationship ends fast because it was build quick and the foundation was not strong enough but some relationships last forever the reason is that the foundation which that relationship was build was strong. The foundation of every relationship is trust, promises, honesty, truthfulness, modesty, respect and most important thing is a true love. Be the kind of person you would like to be with. Some people come into our lives, make footprints on our hearts and we are never the same. People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
She always wanted someone who is respectful and modest towards girls. Someone who is honest but she never saw any boy with those qualities in him, she only saw those qualities in him. Even though she faced so much hardships, impenetrability and tests in life however she knew that when Allah tests you, it is never to destroy you, it’s to teach us something in life that we do not know. When he removes something in your possession it is only to empty your hands, for an even greater gift. She learned so much from those test and tried hard to become better Muslim.
Now they know each other and they love each other a lot. She has a full trust on him more than herself. Even though they sometimes have argument for some Issues but their love is strong enough and they are a smart people to find the solutions. No matter what we face and how we act towards it but it shouldn’t affect a person’s trust and love in relationship because it’s so hard to make one and takes a second to destroy it. This was a good story. It’s sad that it takes a long time for people to understand values and life. We as people are so consumed with our own lifestyles and duties we have made for ourselves.
I miss him more then he could ever know, I often ask Allah why did he have to go? I fell in love and he means so much to me, if he could look into my heart then he could see. I found something so special and it is for real, being without my love is so hard to deal. I'll be here waiting until I can be with you again, because not only are you the love of my life you are also my friend.
I just want to tell you,
I think of you every moment of the day.
And how much I love you,
Words could never even say....
I just want to tell you,
I love you with all my heart.
I wish for us to be together,
Never shall we be apart.
When I met her , a very old lady she was , yet inside lay a frightened child .
I felt my heart cry , I felt as if I was touching history itself , as I made this older lady, child, chai .
I remember the day , and so many tears I have cried
I have cried before she and I met
As a child , so many tears, left confused inside .
Not understanding Why , and how could we stand by and live our lives as if this never happened ?
It happened , we are left in dismay of the movies seen the accounts taken of History
My self ..I have caught stereotyping the very people whom did this to she , the rest of her Family erased .
The white candles we light , we try and forgive , or just simply block this pain out completely.
It occurs , over and over , as it has been said History will repeat .
When thinking of my children , when I think of that little girl losing , cold and scarred , feeling only defeat .
There is a lesson here and I pray , that all whom have been taken from life , have no pain and are gifted spirits throughout eternity . May they be warmed with love, and reunited with the ones they lost .
The first time I met her , her old hand I took and warmed it with mine , I held it for a long time .
You could not, but notice ..the Evil imprinted on skin , the Evil only to remind.
This very old Soul , in her eyes you could see .
The child that once lived , so innocently free, not aware yet, of the Hostility .
I speak of a Little girl, I speak of a old woman , I speak of a Jewish, chosen Religion.
There as I held her frail , old hand , a brand , a number stamped in Evil a long time ago . In 1945 , once in our distant, yet Frightening past .
We should never forget , never forget it happened , never forget all the names .
If we do , we have learned nothing , A World living in Shame .
" Etta Babooshka Kofman "
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.
God is not a man
Unlike man, is not greedy
Ever-mighty is this God
He recognize every tone
Unlike man, is ubiquitous
The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
I am a Muslim, I’m not a “terrorist”.
How can I be a terrorist
when I’m against all kinds of injustice.
I’m against every act of sin and evil.
I hate all kinds of crime and even loathe
what Adolf did to the innocent Jewish people.
I hate what God hates; He (Allah) hates oppression.
I’m against stealing, against taking away
people’s loved ones and belongings for no reason.
I’m against suicide bombings,
against racism, against ignorance,
against self-harm and even derision.
What God hates I hate and God (Allah) hates
oppression. I hate it too when people fight
for foolish nationalistic reasons.
I’m a Muslim; I follow the true religion
of mercy from Allah the Most Merciful
Who simply wants us to answer His Call
to believe in Just One -Just One God of all.
So don’t call me a “terrorist” when I clearly
don’t have a ‘mass destruction’ weapon
and my goal in life is to
be with our God (Allah) in Heaven.
The unrealistic acts we put on to manipulate one another, living and sleeping with active minds. The act of evil smelling over the surrounding, guilt brightly sparkling on our visages without pardon we step on one another. Our beautiful, merry and precious planet loosing its sense of beauty in an inadequate manner but still we cannot see what our lives are seeking for. We need love and understanding we need one another for a better living. Let’s start from a good angle to land on a better scale it’s for our own benefit…The world is our world but does not belong to us, as we are here for a reason to also always have in mind that we all going to depart one day. What’s the hatred for those it worth it? Literately lost and mislead but physically hurt, its see able that we are leading our lives to what we don’t want hurting one another for no basic reason. It’s seen at a certain point that we sometimes wished to know how is it like after life but the reality is death
The ways of life are beyond the sound of the tongue, harder and softer than what is seen and felt. Life took its birth through pain It’s the pain, which gave birth to beautiful creations. Life is incomplete, without the pain since, the pain teaches to actually accept, the pain with a joy as the longer we deny the existence of pain, love shall not behold. depressing it is, to deny existence of pain as the pain actually gave birth to life. Life, which is in a soul, comes through pain and agony , which is the true meaning of life. What we feel is not what we know and what we know endured to what is to come.
Sad it is that nothing seems right but why? once memories of the past sorrowful invade. When it all retaliated to nightmares and hollow, just then when the sound rhythm to a melody of nausea. Reality, justice, happy living known spoken but not valued. Too much expectation can lead to self-destruction, vandalism, greed and temptations. Life is a lession to be learned, as love implies.
In belief that religion took stand in order to complete missing pieces of all acts towards faith for worship of anything that was considered superior to understand. The belief of a religion consisted of trying to appease and show royalty to the Supreme Being. This resulted in performing rituals and keeping traditions to earn goodness. Such has been maintained to establish courage in result towards self-confidence. Today as we are still on the merge of our great ancestors these has become a chronicle that we have learned to respect and follow throughout our livings. Which moralities appeal the governing of human affairs. We have pledge to its Conscientiousness in order to show respect to its origins. This as well signifies a particular clan that shares one mind towards their belief. Humanity found its stand.
Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race
Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess
Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair
I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever
Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars
We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon
Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.
My Sins – Zamreen Zarook
Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.
Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.
In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.
Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.
ZINDAGI KA SAFAR
Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi! To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai
Jis Ka Unwaan ! Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki
Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka
Jis Ka Raabta ! Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh
Silence has spoken
From the roaring of the tides
God is a river
The Apple PASTURE
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.
Seeking accompany- Zamreen Zarook
I kick to wonder what made me to cry,
Am really writing as a fry,
Myself launch to be dry,
This ink will be a victim for my cry.
What really went wrong with me all these day,
What made e to forget my last day,
I realized I jumped out of my track yesterday,
So I regret for that, what is called as present today.
Happiness have started to wave hands for this sinner,
Sadness have started to move inner,
The faults that I considered as miner,
So far changed as a miner of a winner.
My face was a comparison to sunlight,
Where as my routine changed it to moon light,
I wish to get that twilight,
As a sinner I started to search for that enlight.
I started to enjoy what is right,
I remade my faults as a kite,
I wished it would fly apart from my sight,
My system said, you are free from your rubbish weight.
It proved that I always should depend on god,
In whatever the variation of my mood,
He is there to clear my victorious road,
So, I started to live according to His code.
face, hands, feet.
She clothes herself now
in an adornment of white
as bitter fumes
seep beneath the door.
Her source is god.
Her destination is god.
She pleads with god now
As men mix and pour
Just outside her door.
Her sisters wail.
They bathe her lifeless arms
And shroud her
as Iris Albicans-
The imam, he stands,
As men convey her
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
From ashes to ashes
And dust to dust.
An angel came!
Nights in black and white,
My mind keeps drifting from side to side.
Wondering in my mind about the voice I heard,
At my bedside an angel came.
"Be patient," The voice said;
I heard it so clear, yet so discreet.
To hear a strange voice whisper into my ear,
It made me scared, and it made me fear.
Fear from God who heard my cry,
Begging for mercy, to save a child.
Praying to all angels to keep her safe
The mother of my children, my soul mate.
This is a sign for me to know,
That God is with me, and I am not alone.
Thank you God for this sign you gave me,
To remind me that there is a God up there
and to be patient.
I’ll keep my faith every time I'm down,
With my forehead touching the ground.
We do not despise
What God gave us
We do not dislike
Our countless flaws
We whom wonder hastily
Clinching to life after life
Hanging on with no purposes
Just the desired selfishness
To be alive
Claiming to be depressed
Claiming to be out ruled
But who is it to blame
When one tries continually and repeatedly
And the thing one desires
Is not to be set in claim?
To live is to be alive
Cling to life
And contaminate life
But when one has the false desire
To terminate life
One has gotten the opposite meaning of living
And other ones must help this one
Give him a better understanding
A better view
A brighter view of life
Or perhaps how foolish one could be to end such grace
How illogic and insane
Or perhaps ungrateful
One could be to the creator
To live fully
Is to truly extinguish
The bleak fire of one’s destruction
And to emblazon the torch of existing gratitude
In times of affliction
I raise a voice.
A pain in my heart
Difficult to disguise.
A tale of wrong
You cannot deny.
A wound so deep,
It makes me cry.
Delicate and subtle,
But sublime by nature.
Chosen for you,
From the Greatest Protector.
Like a pearl in a shell,
You can trust your beauty
I never let the devils
Obstruct my duty.
But you chose me not.
You ditched my care.
Like a flower shedding its petals,
You stand truly bare
You look at me
With an absolute hate.
You are fond of this world
and stuck to its bait.
Little you know.
Little you think.
You are made for a purpose,
Not an object of bling.
You fear the people.
You fear the crowd.
Who stand and stare,
Like shaytaan avowed.
The day you will be called.
The day you will be said.
Oh people of this ummah,
Arise and Awake!
You were given a life.
You were given a soul.
You were made perfect
And you had a goal
But you pleased the world.
And you did not stop.
You had the jannah,
But they made you swap
You have no helpers.
You have no life.
The Mighty and The Wise
So you fail to understand
The inherent wisdom
Closing your eyes
Does not give you freedom
The angels witnessed,
When the scholar said:
You have no purpose here,
I will have you shred
But I laughed at his folly.
When my sister was firm:
To Allah we belong,
And to Allah we return.
The strangers who hug me,
Have held their head high.
To protect their faith,
They always stand by
They swim against the tide
To try their best
They make the word of Allah
Superior to the rest
So unite my sisters,
In every inch and corner.
Allah has given you
The greatest honour.
Your face is not an object.
Your shyness is not a waste.
Glamour is not an asset
To show-off in a haste.
A piece of cloth,
A piece of respect
A true sense of freedom,
You can surely expect.
I do not know?
The Cowardice of the Taliban and The Silence of The Good Muslims.
When hot lead tears the flesh of a 14 year old girl,
ripping through her skull,
leaving her to bleed out and die,
does Allah not recoil in horror,
to see His child whimper,
to see His daughter cry.
Where is the indignation,
the anger that often boils over and manifests itself as flags and books and videos are burnt in mass orgies of hollow piety,
where are the voices that scream so loud,
that denounce all but their own creed,
where are the men, the impotent men who crave for nothing more than their fascist egos to feed,
where are the voices that so loudly proclaim,
enemies here and enemies there, always quick to condemn,
where are those voices when the enemy walks amongst them.
14 year old Malala Yousafzai was shot in cold blood,
Advocating the rights of girls to an education.
Shame on you, men of bigotry and men of cowardice.
Shame on you, silent and mute accomplices in this carnage.
Shame on me,
for my inaction,
Shame on us all,
who proclaim lofty ideals,
yet are conspicuously silent,
when a 14 year old girl is shot in the head,
by fascist fundamentalist bigots who only worship bullets of hot lead.
Not in my name!
Not in my name,
shall the cowardly men rain down abuse,
Not in my name,
shall the bigoted men light the communalistic fuse,
Not in my name,
shall Malala Yousafzai be shot in the head,
left to bleed out,
while countless mothers' tears are shed,
not in my name,
shall religious murderers,
be left to wander free,
not in my name,
for I dare all believers to open their eyes,
the innocence of a 14 year old girl,
wanting only an education,
as the men of the cloth,
prance around with their pathetic self-righteous indignation.
I write this today,
the anger raging in my veins,
yet I fear,
that I shall write more of this,
unless we stand up and say 'no more',
I fear that I shall be writing this again,
until we all,
reclaim the true principles of humaneness,
until we silence the voices of bigotry,
of fanatical insanity,
I fear I shall be writing this again,
until the muck-ridden bile,
is not excised,
I shall continue to say,
NOT IN MY NAME!
Or else I shall have nothing,
but my unending shame.
(for Malala Yousafzai, 14 years old, in a critical condition after being shot in the head by the Pakistani Taliban, for her work as a young activist advocating the rights of girls to attend school)
I do not know?
The Tragedy of the Banished Revolutionaries.
Epochs apart, yet,
bound by conscience,
Enduring the whispers of time,
through creeds professed,
and a million sins confessed.
of these banished revolutionaries,
is ceremonially muted by ritual,
and gleefully crushed under,
that serve Religion Inc.
"And the meek shall inherit the earth",
an incendiary thought,
for the pie in the sky that must be sought.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
for us to hear,
through the din of the cacophony of prayer.
The tragedy of the banished revolutionaries,
each day that we choose,
to shun the meek,
and mouth conscience-salving prayers,
for yet more silver,
and yet more silk.
Truth is that God is alive.
This is seen throughout our lives.
The seasons change as Psalms contends.
Why do we question him?
We walk a treacherous road.
Veracity devout our souls,
As we ask for deliverance,
We must show
Our belief in Jehovah.
The truth is God is alive.
Our spirit and faith unearths.
Jehovah dynast is afire.
The Lord is our keeper on earth.
To find God is a quest
A task of fulfillment.
Why would you block your blessings?
PENNED ON AUGUST 06, 2014!
Poems about Allah
In The Name Of Allah
I seek Allah’s protection
Praise be to Allah
The lord of the world
The beneficent, the merciful.
The master of the Day of Judgment,
You do we worship and thine aid we seek,
Guide us to the straight path.
The path of those you have favored,
And not of those against whom you are wrathful,
Nor of those who have gone astray.
His relation with creatures
Many of his creatures are creative.
Known and unknown of varies
In different continent and undiscovered continent
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Special of his creatures on earth
Man feeling healthy and happy all time
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Special creatures with special talents
Creating and inventing new things
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Was saying in cradle
I dear not worship thee and dear not,
I dear not satisfy thee and I also dear not
Bunch of lies at a stage.
Praise be to thee, thy Lord.
Creator looked and warned
Special creatures then shivered,
Echo of shouting and screaming
Then forgiveness was given
Praise be to thee, thy Lord
Creature said, Marvelous, thy Lord is Perfect
And all praises and worship are due to him.
There is no god but He, the living,
The everlasting, slumber touches Him not, nor sleep.
To him belongs all that is in the heavens and on
The earth. Who is there to intercede with Him,
Save by his permission. He knows that before and after them,
And they comprehend nothing of His knowledge,
Save by such as he wishes.
His throne comprises the heavens and the earth.
The preserving of them oppresses Him not.
He is the Most High, the supreme (in glory)
Let there be no compulsion in religion:
Truth stands out clear from error:
Whoever rejects evil and believes in Allah has
Gasped the most trustworthy handhold, that
Never breaks. And Allah heareth and knoweth all things.
Allah is the protector of those who have faith:
From the depths of darkness He will lead them forth into light.
Of those who reject faith the patrons are the evil ones:
From light they will lead them forth into depths of darkness.
They will be companions of the fire to dwell therein (forever).
All praise is due to Him, who has bestowed upon me,
Behold, my Sustainer hears indeed all prayer.
Your Duties to Him
My passionate to him is to worship him
There is no partner or a competitor
I feel my life is to him
My life feels I should be to him, the able
Worship and gives him all he is due to:
And praises his name all the time
Mighty in all his names:
He the beneficent, pray
The wind blows from the East towards the West.
Like a migrating bird, I have finally left my nest.
The Sun rises in the West and Sets in the East.
I am hungry, but it is on Life that I feast.
I have been stressing. I been stressing for a while.
This the type of habitual stress that weighs your heart down much like anchor weighs down a ship.
But this feeling, this feeling explodes and intensifies the speed of the fall.
So when it ends you don't land, you shatter.
Unlike Humpty I do put myself together.
Although I do lose some parts of myself to this whole.
I embark on the climb to fall again.
Something like Sisyphus I've been dammed
but I still don't understand why I'm willing.
Why this heart stays whole above all after all its endured.
Even the beat to which my heart skips deceives me.
I swear its the fall that makes it beat new peaks.
Is it so that I shatter to save my soul.
That if I were to keep whole on impact I would Penetrate Earths crust itself and find myself residing in Hell's hole.
Is Lucifer my Savior? Is He not Gods Dammed Angel like I am a Damned Son.
Should I let my heart fall into depths of darkness and the touch
the Oh So Cold Touch which has my hair erect with its Chilling Embrace.
This matter has me as indecisive as a child in a candy store.
I am not half as innocent but still I wish it was half as sweet.
I wish the World to be as sweet as honey and not make me have to choose.
Oh how sweet that would be.
Could not everything meet me half way?
If not whole.
Once more it is time for the fall.
Is this God's or Lucifer's call...
I close my eyes. Turn around.
And face the West.
For I am tired of watching the Sun set.
I am tired of endings.
I face the West and count my blessings.
I count many things.
The Sun Rises.
It was one Hell of a fall.
But in this moment in time I understand yes it was in fact,
What are the qualities that a friend should
have – that which would make a true friend so true?
A friend is one whom you like to be with
while a true friend insists on being with you.
A friend likes you when you have so much in
common. True friends like you who for who you are.
True friends make you feel as though they are at
all times near, although they are very far.
A true friend is one whom you can always
talk to, even at night when it is late -
when loved ones are asleep, a true friend is
always there to hear what you have to say.
Friends like to share, but a true friend always
gives you – not what you want, but what you need.
The feelings you hide, as well as your thoughts,
and your dreams, a true friend can always read.
A friend may forgive you or they may not
forgive, for something wrong you’ve done to them.
A true friend forgives even when you don’t
ask. True friends forgive - again and again.
Friends are close when you are close to them. A
true friend wants your friendship to be closer.
A true friend does what is best for you, and
hates that you would end up with the losers.
A true friend teaches you lessons to help
you grow – lessons that are hard and easy.
A true friend is always there - having a
true friend can never make you feel lonely.
Friends may sometimes make mistakes, but a true
friend is always careful not to hurt you.
A true friend is a guide and a teacher.
A true friend knows everything you go through.
The true friend I mention is our God,
who kept you company before you were born.
The friendship of God, if you truly keep
and cherish, you will never feel forlorn.
The true friend we all need is God (Allah) –
the One who guides and can teach us lessons,
the One who hears our calls and understands,
the One always near – in every season –
Allah, as a Friend, never judges us
by the way we look and how we appear.
Allah, as a Guide, if we ask Him for
guidance, He guides us and makes our paths clear.
Allah is with us – each day and each night –
He is always there when all are asleep.
Allah always listens when others don’t.
He gives you comfort when He sees you weep.
Fortunate are those who have Allah as
a Friend. Friendship with God is friendship true.
May Allah bless me with His Friendship and
May Allah’s Friendship be shared with you too.
Miriam / Mariam Mababaya
In all that my eyes behold, I see such splendor.
In the waxing of the moon and the rising of the sun I see the signs.
In the sparkle of a star and the opulence of the clouds I see.
When a child is born and a mother cries with joy I see.
When the ocean caresses the shore and seagulls call, I see.
With every sight I take in my eyes are overwhelmed.
How can there be such beauty?
How is I can see such grandeur and deny the truth?
In all that my body can sense, I feel such majesty.
In the feel of silk on the skin, I feel the signs.
When I feel the touch of my husbands embrace I feel.
When I feel the texture of sand, each microscopic grain I feel.
How can there be so many experiences of touch?
How can I feel such humbling feelings and deny the truth?
In all that my mouth can taste, I savor such greatness.
In the freshness of milk straight from bosom of the cow I taste the signs.
In the exquisiteness of ripe melon on a hot day, I taste the signs.
In the intense tenderness of my husbands kiss I taste the signs.
How can there be such amazing tastes and always more to come?
How can I taste the experiences of the world and never be bored?
How can I taste of this life and deny the truth?
In the sound of thunder chasing the lighting, I hear the signs.
In the sound of water licking at stones in a brook, I hear the signs.
In the sound of the Adhan being called to the world, I hear the signs.
How can I hear such wonder and still not hear it all?
How can my ears experience the world yet there is never pure silence?
How can my ears hear all that is in this life and deny the truth?
In all that is to be sensed in this life, only Allah has created.
With every experience my body takes in my heart rejoices in reverence.
With every sign I encounter I know Islam is the truth.
I can not experience life and doubt you majesty and brilliance.
I have never been surer of anything as I am of Islam.
For it is in the signs that all is confirmed in my mind.
You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!
She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's choice
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please
So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God