Best Islamic Poems
A reminder of sins,
Jerky de-firiye,
Come, come Islam.
Look, it's running out!
Life balance.
Poetry,
A heartbreaker.
It is not our goal,
Never rhyme.
No more levels?
Pros or cons?
Every second.
Wake up, brothers!
What's with this blunder?
They call it a gift.
Why the credit name?
Forget the interest,
Defeat your conscience
And forbidden halal
So you can lose.
Look!
That miserable invitation.
Love word
Blankets,
That called adultery.
What kind of spirit is this?
It's like a century of ignorance,
Invitation to sins,
Then call Hell,
A great bonus!
We gave them rejection,
Thank you tricksters,
Every disqualification.
Lord!
Give it to my students!
A great choice.
Damn!
Every tomb that comes to restraint.
Wastewater,
Granted condolences.
Birdman Father Yunus Kokan
They tried to name me from a borrowed book,
To smooth my edges with a foreign sound.
But my name is a seed that my grandmother took
From the red earth, and planted in the ground.
It grew with the rhythm of the summer rain,
A melody only the old roads know.
It holds the quiet strength of the mountain chain,
And the story only the river’s flow can show.
They speak of futures written in distant stars,
Of paths that lead away from this red loam.
But my soul is rooted where the scarred earth bears
The fingerprints of all who call it home.
So when I speak, hear the dust of ancestors,
Feel the fire of a timeless, patient sun.
My name is not just sound—it is a compass
That finds its north only where I am from.
I carry the calabash, I carry the song,
A bridge between the future and the long, long gone.
I'm a Muslim whose voice remains unheard.
Peace was the first thing I eagerly learned.
Peace, the world's main hope and ambition,
Is the ultimate goal and name of my religion.
"Peace be upon you" is my all-time greeting
To everyone I run into or see at a meeting.
Love, the world's greatest aim and ambition,
Is the be-all and end-all of my religion.
Our Prophet once said, "Shall I tell you what to do
to find love, let there be peace among you?"
Let there be peace and love will grow.
Faster and stronger than all we know.
Islam is peace that leads to love
If peace is there, so will be love.
I have only my Love
fuel of my heart
a remedy for my mind
winging towards a full Life
taming dormant dreams into verity.
I have only my Faith
nourishing my spirit
a wealth of convictions, a merit
an unseen growing strength
a sweet contentment in despair.
I have only my prayers
an utter submission
a body into oblivion
a soul melting
errant but ascending.
I have only my words
to rhyme with the tone of my heart
and seek a healing
as my soul shakes souls
via verses that do not rhyme.
The cradle of three of the biggest faiths
Rocked by the claim one agenda stakes
Locked and loaded and ready for war
With righteous blessings for terror and gore
Sentiments civilities and landscapes pitted
All of human decency finally outwitted
We were accustomed to read one thousand
And one night in Baghdad...
Tonight the glorious city-sky is sad,
It sounded bang! Bang
Where is my mummy? Where is my dad?
Are they all alive under the cruise wreckage;
Or are they all dead?
The a ‘Rashid city was weeping,
It rained hatred,
It rained prejudiced,
It rained cactus of different shapes,
They're all aliens,
Some were homemade,
They're all colourful,
In blue, in yellow and in red.
Do you still remember brother?
Because if you don't I still do
What the big Satan, Lucifer what he said!
The cross versus the crescent, take it or leave it,
An entire racism by the media was also fed.
Some hidden in a banker,
Others crawling of hunger,
Others demonstrating with anger,
Pale, yellowish faces they all looked bad.
Where is my nation..My Arabity..My Islam ?
Oh...Mutasamahh! Where are my brothers?
Are they all dead???
They called it precise bombing and it was right indeed,
In the heart of the baby-heart
Like the British game of dart,
The arrow hit its target,
It hit it like mad.
Nobody moves a finger,
In the age of Patriot and Stinger,
They all believe in star-wars, economic prosperity,
They all believe in the Pope, pop-star singer,
They all believe that one-day Allah would side with them to defeat,
The neo-Thamud and Aad,
They're all waiting for the coming future Mahdi,
And for the Armageddon battle to be led.
There's a Train
Going to Peace Station.
Christians, Buddhists,
Hindus, Atheists,
Each occupied a Compartment,
But never Bothered one another,
Just like the Two Rails of the Track
That Travel Together but Never Meet.
Everyone's Ticket is to Peace,
They traveled in Communities and
Their Compartment Number
Never really mattered.
Then came budding Islam,
Who wanted their own Engine, Though
They are Destined to the Same Station.
They made an Exact Replica of the Train,
Their 'Fight' for Peace overshadowed
Their Destination and they Launched
Their Train on the Same Tracks,
But in the Opposite Direction.
Compartments filled with Innocent Followers,
but Engines Piloted by Terrorists
And Religious Leaders.
They only Focused on Increasing
The Number of Compartments
To gain Strength and Accelerated
As Fast as they Can.
But One Thing They Failed to Realize is,
No matter how Long the Train is,
On Collision, Whole Train Derails,
Killing Innocent Passengers, on Both Trains.
There is a little land that's built on sand in the Middle East
To listen to the world complain, you'd think it was a beast
Yet it's more diverse, and dynamic, than the USA
100+ countries immigrants' flourish there today
As for democracy, why there's nothing to compare
Fully 20 parties over there vie for electoral shares
Freedom of--not from--religion is absolutely guaranteed
And no one's made to recite a pledge
To a flag he can't believe
Minorities ARE protected there; they make a real impact
Arab statesman constitute 10% of Parliament, in fact...
By now you've surely guessed the country that I've yet to name
For to even say the word today can get you killed or maimed
But eventually the truth will out, as it always does:
Those who bang the drums today for tiny Israel's death
Will come tomorrow to recant their misguided shibboleths
The soldiers said
That the boy threw a grenade.
The parents of the boy said
That the soldiers planned to kill him.
This is what happens
When one person
Believes that another person
Is but an animal,
And not human.
People will self-fulfill as animal
And it’s much easier to kill
An animal,
Especially when you are an animal.
So, this is what really happened that day-
Both sides were right.
The boy walked down the street,
Before dawn, and saw the soldiers,
Who were walking on egg shells
With fear and expectation,
(Of course, they were mere boys themselves).
When the boy saw them look his way,
He reached into his basket
And threw a fresh egg
In their direction.
The boy’s face had just a split second
To crack a small smile
Before the bullet
Shattered his face
And skull
And the soldier
Was left with egg on his face
As well, but unfortunately,
Just a split second after he fired the shot.
So, eggs are grenades.
Boys are killers.
And that is when the cock crows
Between boys
In a Jerusalem morning.
does the process of elimination ~ make much sense by inclusion
or is mans reasoning clearly rearranged ~ by woman’s exclusion
By
David Kavanagh
hms
Forever war, an effort
to remove the Iranian regime.
Or is it just more of diversion from
his dirty sins? What comes after the
sirens ringing out. Spiraling out of control?
Slaughter and retaliation. Tis escalating, is the
Iranian Civil War. In division they stand, half are
in dire rage, they are. Allah, O divine intervention
for fractured souls, whilst the other half are elated!
Soldiers, journalists, reporters, Revolutionary Guard
Corporation, unrest, kill war machines, IDF strikes
human tragedies about to unfold.
\ \ \ \ | | / / / /
US Ambassadors
may be in this
chaos
for a
hundred
more years!—RAL
gutted our voice staff
uprising or diversion?
US SOS
USA/Israel/ Iran War
2/28/26
In the realm of promise, Mindanao stands,
My native land, where dreams are born,
Yet soaked in innocent blood, her soil cries,
The promises many, yet few are done.
Amidst shadows they appear,
Stealthy, cunning warriors here,
Professed men of righteous might,
Yet their masks obscure the light.
In the cloak of faith they stand,
Deceitful hearts, a darkened brand,
Their decency, a veil untrue,
Innocent blood they'll soon imbue.
Beware the wolves in shepherd's guise,
Their twisted souls, a grave surprise,
For under virtue's guise they creep,
Betraying trust, their secrets keep.
Anguish pierces deep, on starry nights,
In cities or woods, a haunting sound,
Guns' bark and lights that shimmer bright,
Tear peace apart and hopes are frowned.
Is there a glimmer of hope for tomorrow,
When will wails of sorrow finally cease?
Praying for our children and their kin,
A chance for life in a land of lasting peace.
I cover myself.
They ask, "Why, are you ashamed?"
I say, "No. I'm proud."
Mishari Rashid Al Afasy - Rahman - Lyrics & English Translation ?
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Mishari Rashid Al Afasy – Rahman
Rahman means Our Most Merciful Maker The only Allah AlMighty.
Rahman Ya Rahman
Syaidni Ya Rahman
Israh shadri Quran
Imla’ Qalbi Quran
Wasqih hayati Quran
Lillah Lillah
Yahfu’ Amali Lillah
Walil hifdz Kitabillah
Min Awaliy Bismlillah
Lil Khatmi Walir Ridwan
Ya Nur Ya Nur
Ya Muhkamu Ya Tanzil
Li Muhammad’an Jibril
Mir Rabbil Arsyidlil
Lil alamil Wal Insan
Takbir Takbir (Allahu Akbar)
Lilhafidh wahwa Shagyhir
Wadda' ul alayin Qarir
Yahmil Fadjraan Liyunir
Bitilawahtil Akhwan
Allah Allah
Allahummaj ma’ana
Bikitabika wan faa’na
Waj’al hulana hisna
Wahudana abadanuw ama
Rahman Oh Rahman (the Most Merciful)
Aid me Oh Merciful.
Fill my heart with love of the Holy Quran and true Hadis(Saying of Holy Prophet Peace Be Upon Him).
Open my heart to absorb the true saying of Holy Quran
And pour the Quran in my life.
For Allah, For Allah
My desire for Allah is passionate
So i can learn the book of Allah
Start with Bismillah (In the name of Allah)
For the closure (of the Holy Quran) and his approval.
Oh Nur oh Nur (oh light, oh light)
Oh Holy Quran you descended to the graduate,
Onto Muhammad SAW by Jibril A.s,
Guided by the Lord of the Throne
For man and all that exists.
Takbir, Takbir (Allah is the Greatest, Allah is the Greatest).
For the one while young who learnt the Holy Quran.
The eyes illuminate with serenity & content
Bearing the light of the Fajr (dawn) shining,
And the universe enriched the recitation.
Allah Allah gather us together by your Holy book Al Quran.
And make it beneficent for all creatures of Allah AlMighty.
Make it our fortress.
Our tranquility & our eternal guide.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
I wake up and shower,
look at myself in the mirror,
And say "What the? Where did the time go?"