She rose at dawn
and laid the mat,
not from longing,
but from old habit.
She bowed, then sat,
hands curled in form,
but the heart lagged—
a breath behind.
Whispers once lush
now stumbled dry—
echoes of names
once called with fire.
The tasbih clinked
without intent,
rolling bead by bead
without a soul.
She used to plead,
soaking her sleeves,
but now she blinked
and called it done.
Ameen, she mouthed—
not out of hope,
but in fear of what
silence might mean.
Her faith remained,
tired and thin,
folded like cloth
kept from the sun.
She loved her Lord—
but the fire dimmed
in the hurly winds
on dusty paths.
And so she kneels,
devout and hushed,
with prayers unsaid
threading her tongue.
One day, she hopes
her tongue will stir,
and her lips will lift
to pray aloud again.
Since birth it was between *U and Me*.
*U* hold my hand at the time of frights.
*U* pat my shoulders to admire my strive.
*U* wiped my tears while drowning into ebb and flows of woes..
Then the page flipped
U* and *Me* extended to *He*.
It generated a *trio* between *U*, *Me*, and *He*.
Now love flourished equally between three.
I felt *U* in his melting touch.
I saw your flickering image in his eyes burning with love.
I felt *U* when *He* wrapped his arms around *Me*.
Once In a moment of delight,
I raised my hands, closed my eyes and wished.
May this trio remain forever between *U, Me* and *He*.
Ameen
This poetic prose is my confession of true love . © a day ago, Sidra zahoor spiritual • mystic • love • strength • of • relationship
Hamain dramaybaz kehnay walo
Ham dramaybaz sahi tum batao tum kya ho?
Kya tum Auliya ho?
Kya tum malaika ho?
Kya tum pakbazi kay mujasmay ho?
Kya tum sadiq-o-ameen ho?
Kya tum hidayat ki talqeen ho?
Kya tum pholon ki mehak ho?
Kya tum kanton bhara chaman ho?
Kya tum shanti-o-aman ho?
Kya tum thark ki dukan ho?
Kya tum chaskon kay pehalwan ho?
Kya tum nafsaniyat ka tofan ho?
Kya tum bay hodgi ka imkan ho?
Tum munafiq ho ya musalman ho?
Hamain dramaybaz kehnay walo
Tum batao tum kya ho?
Note. Crows calling us black.
To my dear Ruqiya(Bu Bu),
Up in heaven
Happy hunting ground
And we are all sending our prayers.
To my dear Ruqiya(Bu Bu),
We all miss you today
You're not dead, you still alive our heart
Your life is so long.
To my dear Ruqiya(Bu Bu),
We close our eyes and see you
Your smiling face and love
We always remember it.
To my dear Ruqiya(Bu Bu)
Although you are not here
We'll keep you our heart forever
May Allah grant you the highest level of paradise. Ruqiya! Bubu
Ruqiya Binti Waliullah, She was a poetess From Myanmar (Yangon),
She was educated and degree holder (B.Sc Chemistry), She loves to write Burmese and English poems, Write is her passion and reading her habits, Her poems were published in many national and international. Finally , She feel with a cancer disease since 7th Aug 2019. She was massive humble, honest and respected person. Unfortunately, She passed way in the life and her death date 17/10/2020. Her ambition was to shine her son(Osama) like star for the sake of Allah, O Allah fulfill her desire, Ameen . May Allah grant her the highest level of paradise, Ameen.
My respected teacher
She treated me like a parent
Kind and caring for me
She made my life heaven,
She taught me
How to write and draw
She taught me
How to read and how to use
She gives me many lessons
No education
But life lessons too
She is full bright,
She taught me about the world and life
For some time she is a mother
She looks at me like a garden
She is a guide star for me.
©®Ruqiya Binti Wuliullah
Ruqiya Binti Waliullah, She was a poetess From Myanmar (Yangon),
She was educated and degree holder (B.Sc Chemistry), She loves to write Burmese and English poems,
Write is her passion and reading her habits, Her poems were published in many national and international.
Finally , She feel with a cancer disease since 7th Aug 2019
She was massive humble, honest and respected person.
Unfortunately, She passed way in the life and her death date 17/10/2020. Her ambition was to shine her son(Osama) like star for the sake of Allah, O Allah fulfill her desire, Ameen . May Allah grant her the highest level of paradise, Ameen.
Watan(Pakistan) Ke Liye Aik Dua: Khuda Kare Ke Mere Arz-e-Pak Pe Utre By Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi
May Allah Help & Mercy on Pakistan, Ameen. We need to repent and correct ourselves.
~ Dedicated to all Pakistanis currently suffering from terrorism and many other problems, Listen this and it will brought tears in to your eyes!!!
A awesome Poetry By: Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi:
Watan(Pakistan) Ke Liye Aik Dua(Prayer)
Khuda kare ke meri arz-e-paak par utray
Woh fasl-e-gul jise andeishaey zawaal na ho
Yahan jo phool khiley, woh khila rahey sadiyon
Yahan khiza ko guzarnay ki bhi majaal na ho
Yahan jo sabza ugay woh hamesha sabz rahey
Aur aisa sabz ke jiski koi misaal na ho
Khuda kare ke na khum ho sar-e-waqar-e-watan
Aur uske husn ko tashvishay maho saal na ho
Har ek fard ho tehzeeb-o-fun ka aujey kamaal
Koi malool na ho, koi khusta haal na ho
Khuda kare ke mere ek bhi humwatan ke liye,
Hayat jurm na ho zindagi wabaal na ho
Aur khuda kare ke meri arz-e-paak par utray
Woh fasl-e-gul jise andeishaey zawaal na ho.
Poem selected By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
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KoKo Ameen, the Jewelry Queen
Designs her creations with a sheen,
Her bangles jingle-jangle as she
Tip-toes through the tangle
Of original designs that will be
Presented in her one-woman show,
Simply entitled, "KoKo Ameen Aglow."
Her originals are in demand by
The Fifth Avenue hauteur
Who frequent her shows for the mature
Lovers of jewelry who don't mind spending
Thousands of dollars for KoKo's blending
Of turquoise, silver, copper and gold,
Making statements that are very bold,
Wear it today, wear it forever,
Friends will become envious however,
When they know that the earrings and
Pins are designed by KoKo Ameen,
The Jewelry Queen.
November 3, 2016
Old Jewelry Contest
How silently you left us, and went far away,
Promptly you departed this world and passed away,
You the kind hearted, chirpy and nice to all,
Grief of not being here make us right to fall,
Affection and radiant smile of you will stay forever in our heart,
Soulful eyes crammed with tears will become blazing on the hearth,
Don’t tempt the thoughts of questioning and beseeching in your mind,
Everyone will have to go, when it will be! Is difficult to find,
Life is going on with no pause,
Sometime it happens death has no cause!!!
May Almighty enlighten your entire deeds,
May He forgive your all error seeds,
May your soul remain in peace and Comfortable, (Ameen)
As the Life you had spent is Remarkable.
Written By
M.Shahid. H. Chouhdry
Apologizing
To every Muslim I know and don’t know,
Whom I have offended in any way:
I’m sorry if there’s anything I owe,
Or if I’ve ever hurt you by mistake,
I’m sorry for any problem I caused,
For any arguments – if we did have –
Please forgive my forgetfulness and flaws,
Forgive if at you I have ever laughed,
I’m sorry if what I did I meant it –
If I did not mean it, I’m sorry too –
I’m sorry I acted like a ‘dimwit’,
Sorry to those I know and never knew.
Forgive – likewise, Allah will forgive you.
Forgive me please. May Allah forgive you too.
Ameen.
23 years
The humanity was reborn
The societies reform
The culture and heritage changed
Taboos, traditions broken
Cleansing from social evils
Rode to victories on faith
Cared for orphans, children
Women and elders under mercy
Send out to enlighten youths
With knowledge and wisdom
When left the land, hands were empty
When came back, world lay at feets
Created a civilization from sand dunes
Words of whose are not in book
But in the warm hearts of Believers
Illa Muhammed!!
Moses begged for a vision,
Whiles He was invited to heavens
From first to last
None dare to stand to compare
Well, what will man compare
To One, who is reason
For his (man's) existence
Mustafa! Al Ameen,
Mustafa! Ya Raheem,
How can one not love
Whose Beloved is God Himself!!!
Thought the humanity from that love,
For care, to smile, to sacrifice and
To worship for the sake of love
Illa Muhammed
A sweet scent of the morning rose
A sweet smell of an early drizzle
A prick of the finger
A tear from the eye
A lonesome ride...down a nostalgic road
These are the moments showing
Sacrifice in my life,
So I say Ameen!
Fathima
Naughty,nice,sweet and silly
Sister of Naaema and Ameen
Lover of chocolates,nature and Afzal
Who feels pain,heartache and intense love
Who fears the Almighty, thunder and death
Who would like to see Kilimanjaro, the sahara and the pyramids
Resident of Vryheid,Kwazulu natal, South frica
Dawood
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