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Thankful for my creator I praise Her nobody's greater,
The hidden denominator a mystical commentator,
I'm wishing to find Her later I'm traveling slowly but surely,
Learning lessons I'm purely a child of God She assured me,
She'll save me from hell's fury Her mercy always prevails,
Vicegerence man's duty I honor people as well,
While hoping to get my blessings I'm washing my inner essence,
Cleanse it til I'm perfected Im serving Divine Perfection,
The Maker of all of this Allah is all It is,
Shaytan will always tempt me but God absolves my fears,
With faith in Her commission I'm trying to be more consistent,
Being still as I listen for inspiration and wisdom,
Cause idol worship's forbidden I'm changing my way of living,
To God my praise given a slave that stay sinning,
But working to earn forgiveness everyday I'm repenting,
Must admit I be slipping but that don't stop my conviction,
All the Prophets exhibit instructions for our upliftment,
Peace to them for existing thanking the All Existing.
RESPECT :
If we take examples of respect from our every day life like Teachers,
Only those teachers get proper respect from their students
Who have strong communication skills,and having grip on their learning and teaching skills.
If we take Example of Students,
Only those students who get great scores ,take keen interest in their studies ,ambitious,Courageous and capability to achieve their tasks are well respected and loved by teachers.
If we take the example of office workers,
Only those staff member who have great working skills,who obey orders of management,And do every work on time are respected by management.
If we take example of office management,
Only those officers who have strong management skills,task making or giving capabilities,complete projects on time,strong professional skills,strong decision making power are well respected by office staff.
Respects people’s Feelings .Even if it doesnot mean anything to you it could mean every thing to them.
I have no tolerance for boys who disrespect women
There will be times in your life when you have to choose between being loved and being respected,
Always Pick Being Respected ,that love without respect was always Fleeting.
But that respect could grow into Real Ever Lasting Love .
It’s a Islamic value or Moral Value:
All person get respect in that case ,when they give respect to their elders properly and show kindness and love to their youngers.
If a person wana get respect from others,he should respect the rights of other person first.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Let my life for you sacrificed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Come and intercede to this helpless servant
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Faithfuls suffer in this earth a lot
Hereafter there will be plesure and enjoyment
From eighteen thousand worlds' selected
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Traveler of seven leveled skies
Above bound of Creator flied
In his ascension for Ummah prayed
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Four caliphs are his paradise neighbor
Who is in love with him is away from evil
He is sultan of creations as a whole
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
What Dervish Jonah does in here without you
Real prophet without doubt and mistrust is you
Whom don't obey you faithlessly as an infidel go
His name lovely himself lovely Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah (Yunus Emre)
Translation Onur Ünlü
My Turkish Sufi friend, proud of his faith, invited me to the sacred ritual of the Whirling Dervishes. The musicians wore long black cloaks and high felt hats, representing the grave and the tombstone.
The Dervishes enter, discarding their black cloaks, accompanied by a reed pipe, they start to turn.
As I watched the dancers circle continuously
in costume of white robes and conical hat
arms outstretched towards heaven
whirling round like planets orbiting the sun
becoming closer to God and inner truth
connected by physical meditation
I wondered
if God will hear my prayers
when I only kneel to pray
This Life
Who would I be
if I didn't believe in my Christianity?
This is my journey unplanned
in the birthing of every child, every woman, every man.
Someone else, would be a dark, lost soul
searching for something that can make them whole.
Is there a God in Heaven above who sees
Christian, Islamic, Hebrew, Buddhist, Hinduist refugee like me?
I only know, I sense a feeling I can't dismiss
in the doubts that often persist
questioning a God's creative flow in the how and why life exists
this within me I sense and know.
My Next Life
There is a life that may yet be
might open my eyes to what I need to see,
the lessons experienced and learned at a cost,
love gained and lost
recovered and treasured in the coins random toss,
what will that life be when all is shared equally
is there nothing left of you and me?
I would start again, the saint, the sinner man
unawares of the prior life, I spent within a life span
still, I would find a way
to believe and pray
locked in life's perpetual dance
foolishly making the same mistakes of chance.
My Breath Flows in this Here and Now
This is a heartbeat fast and slow that I hear
yours and mine, alive, living loud and clear,
nothing makes us more of who we are
then past memories with all its scars,
I'm sorry for all I did, all I may have said
glad that time allows us to still look ahead,
I do believe God exists
God judges not
love gives me the courage to not resist,
perhaps in time,
with faith and understanding
I will find my way, my purpose to accept a creator's planning.
For Unseeking Seeker's contest
Doublethink beliefs
12/07/2021
There's...
america
anniversary
art
autumn
anxiety
best friend
betrayal
birth
and the beach
candy
car
city
celebrity
devotion
desire
depression
destiny
education
engagement
emo
and eulogy
future
funeral
farm
funny love
gothic
girlfriend
grief
and growing up
hair
hip hop
hockey
hilarious
immigration
inspiration
islamic
innocence
january
jewish
jobs
don't forget jesus
kiss
kindergarten
along with
kid
london
loss
lonely
and lyric
may
me
math
then there's marriage
new york
new year
nonsence
nostalgia
old
october
obituary
onomatopoeia
places
plants
pashto
and poetess
race
rap
rainbow
rainforest
space
spanish
spiritual
with success
teenage
tiger
trust
technology
vacation
volleyball
vogon
visionary
war
water
women
and even write
but for the life of me
I can't find one category
for a poem on pie!
So it matters and sometimes it doesn't
Tonight it does
I wait for you pathetically
I wait for you
You text and say you can call later
Later comes and you still haven't called
Sometimes it matters but sometimes it does
I suspend what I should be doing
Waiting
I think I should do those things I should be doing
just to take up time
But I wait
I do nothing
You text again about how soon you'll call as soon as you're done with this thing or that thing or the other thing
I wait
I don't do the things I should do
I don't do the things I want to do
I wait
You don't text again
I text and say I know you're tired and you should call another day
and still I wait and don't do the things that should be done
It's just that I love you so much more than the things that should be done or even things I want to do
I wait a bit more
Then I break bad and do things I want to do
and I feel guilty as hell
that in some small way
The things I want to do mean more to me than waiting for you
I would wait for you
.... you know
if I thought there was any way you would ever actually
call
But you won't because there are so many things you should do and you do them
Why am I not more like you
Muhammad’s daughter danced through the night,
skirts smoothly swirling with her moving.
Cool colors coalescing under moonlight,
iridescent eyes sweetly soothing.
Many who sought her had pedigree.
All whom Prophet Muhammad rebuked
awaiting sign of her destiny,
silent suitor of proper repute.
Ali sold his shield to pay the mahr.
She danced her way into history.
She earned her place, proved the Shining Star,
in doing so, fated her family.
Muhammad’s daughter danced through the night,
skirts smoothly swirling with her moving.
Cool colors coalescing under moonlight,
iridescent eyes sweetly soothing.
Allahu Akbar.
O brilliant son of the desert,
You rose through the maze of your House
With precision sharper than a blade.
The future trembles beneath your feet—
But power, untempered by wisdom,
Is a fire that devours its bearer.
Do not chase the glory of empires too fast.
Rome was not built in one day—
And neither shall a just Arabia.
You cannot serve two masters:
The West with its silver tongue,
And your people, whose eyes still hunger.
Choose neutrality not as weakness,
But as strategy.
Your true legacy lies not in gold towers,
But in lifting the soul of your nation.
Forsake not your brother, Iran.
To unite the Crescent is to raise a new dawn.
The blood of Gaza weeps through the sand,
And every drop asks:
"Where is our brother?"
Sunni, Shia, Sufi—one people,
Divided by politics, not by God.
To unite them is to write your name beside kings,
To divide them is to sow your own ruin.
Beware the advisors with smiles from Tel Aviv
And tongues sharpened in Washington.
They do not dream for you—
They only use your night to hide their shadow.
The Middle East can rise again,
But only if you learn this truth:
Real power is not feared,
It is trusted.
Cyrus...
President of the country,
not like any that came before.
Or... Like any that will follow.
Standing in the gap between the flood,
and the waters of eternity,
threatening to consume the weak,
kill the innocent,
and feast on the unwary.
The man was voted in by the people,
but clearly printed in the word,
his name; a Trumpet... of His Coming!
Your hand Sir, held high,
a pen, sword, a law to be made,
a few to be broken,
that should have never...
been written at all.
Blessings on you, your family,
all those that serve the righteous
cause of the Lord's plan.
The military might of Moses,
winning by the hand of GOD...
against the chariots of Pharaoh.
No obstacle before you, beside you, or...
behind you, will pull you down,
as you hold Israel high!
God's blessed land...
God's blessed people!
Killing off the minions of darkness,
in sweeping storms of truth.
Draining the alligators,
the crocodiles, and tiny slimy sucker fish...
from the swamps of our country,
in order to prepare better fields of green.
A glory to God on the highest!
Prayers to you, Sir.
Prayers to your family.
You hug our flag in your arms,
like you hold something dear.
There is no fear left in the land,
only the echoing sound(s)...
of the Horn,
the Horn of Jubilee!