I love being a Muslim

Islam is my religion which has no flaws,

I practice it correctly, as if im taking care of a beautiful rose,

I am surely given respect,

The only religion which is perfect,

All answers are provided,

Islam is the only way to be guided,

I love collecting good deeds,

Islam is there for me when I am in need,

My beautiful Hijab gives me dignity & protection,

I receive so much affection,

Truly I submit to the creator,

The most thankful, gracious & the sustainer,

Lets end with, I LOVE BEING A MUSLIM

By: Salina

A Friend or Enemy?

He wanted me to burn in hell,
He wanted me to be among those who fell,
He wished to lead me astray,
From my Lords mercy he tried to keep me away.
Was he my friend or enemy?

It was because of him I was deprived,
He had deceived so many,
He kept coming at me until I died,
I still didn’t realize amidst all the agony,
Was he my friend or enemy?

He whispered evil to me every day & every night,
He defeated me without me even putting up a fight,
I didn’t even try,
I thought I can just ignore him and let him pass by,
Was he my friend or enemy?

This is why I was drowned in sins,
All along he was sitting back and laughing at me,
Then death hit me, now I can see,
But it’s too late,
There’s no going back to change my fate.

His task had reached its end,
This was his plan all along,
He wasn’t my friend,
I understood it all wrong,
He was the Devil, my arch enemy!

 

Why Cover your hair ????‏

 

Two Muslim girls in a classroom – one wearing a Hijab; the other one without.
The girl with no scarf – eager to have a laugh began to gossip and shout…

“Take off your headscarf – lets see the length of your hair…
Go on just this once – it’s only a dare!”

The girl with the Hijab looked back and proudly replied…
“There is no chance that I’ll let 14 devils float by my side”

The other girl scoffed still wanting to have fun…
“So you’re prepared to roast under the burning sun??”

“Yes – because the heat right now means nothing to me;
It is the hell fire which is extremely scary”

Girl with no scarf – still wanting to say more…
“Why are you wearing it? What is the purpose for?”

“Allah will keep evil and punishment away from me….
This Hijab is there in my life for security…
I love and value my faith – which is why I cover my head”
Smiling the girl in the Hijab had said.

The other girl tensed – but not showing she’s feeling bad….
“Why not show everyone your beauty – once you have, you’ll feel ever so glad!”

“The beauty is inside me – where Islam is growing in my heart…
…appreciating Allah is the way for a happy start!”

At this point, the girl with no Hijab had nothing else left to say…
She knew that the other girl was always joyful and confident each and every day.
She realised that this Sister in Hijab will always remain pure and never will walk in shame….
The girl with no scarf knew she wanted to be exactly the same.

This is why, when she went home – she made a very big decision.
She realised that loving Allah can put you in such a wonderful position.

In the classroom, the next day – this girl was wearing her Hijab for the first ever time – feeling so proud…
Looked at the other girl whom she had made fun of before had said out loud…

“Oh sister of Islam – forgive me for the things I have said….
Seeing the love you hold for our religion has today made me cover my head…
Your sweet and caring words that you so dearly expressed…
Made me see how Islam has given you so much respect

I know that Allah will gift those who follow Islam….
Wearing my Hijab – I know that I will be safe from any harm.

Thank you My Sister – for you who I now admire and congratulate
Together as Muslims, we should aim to reach Jannat’s Gates.”

The first girl – amazed, had happiness all over her face
Smiled with love and gave the Sister a lot of praise.
“Marshallah Sister – Indeed Allah will purify your heart and your deen…
Continue love for our faith and in Heaven we will be seen…
Wearing the Hijab – we will always stay as the ‘Respected
Girl’….

And to Allah we will be known as the ‘Concealed Pearl!’

My Shade..

You wonder what my shade is,
What it represents.
Call me anything;
An extremist, a fundamentalist,
Anything you desire.
I don’t care.
 

My shade is
My protection
from this evil world,
from roaming eyes,
from diseased hearts.
Call me anything;
Vain or Submissive.
I don’t care.
 

My shade is
My Protection
of my beauty,
reserved for one
special gift
that God has given me;
My Life Partner.
 

This world
is but a fleeting moment
about to end
at Any Time.
The Signs are here.
The Day of Judgement is coming.
No one will enter my grave with me except
My body, my heart, my soul.
 

Call me a pessimist,
Distressed,
Repressed,
Oppressed,
I don’t care.
 

My shade
Covers me
Like a tree from the sun;
Like a coat of wax
on your shiny new sportscar.
 

My shade
My protection,
is my Hijab,
yes…

I am a woman of Islaam.. and Proud!

Its the holy month of RAMADAN

Wake up
and hear the…QURAN
It’s the holy month of RAMADAN

The time has come
to give the most sincere worship to the One

Dettach yourself from the world
Arrange your meetings with the true hidden pearls

Leave no room for foul rouse
Apply the monotheist testimony to mark your vows

Shaytans been locked up somewhere
Rest assured, your inhaling pure oxygen air

Be the change you wish to see
Bow down in chaste submission and piety

Answer the calling of truth
and give your spirit an enormous boost

Our good deeds counted as 700 blissful folds
Don’t slip away into the cold heartless mold
Keep it good..and hold

Crown the Quran..
7000 hasana for each letter
The more you read
The more good deeds, the better

Sins are rootless
Don’t make yourself look fruitless

The beggining of this month starts off with His mercy
Swim these boundless shores in gramercy

The middle is a pinpoint on his spread of pardon
Explore the bounty and fruit in his garden

It ends in salvation from hell
Destined to the keys of Paradise to dwell
Envision allevation & victory
If you finished this month with success
you have excelled

Then bid the pious month farewell..
and glue to your precious outlining beneath your shell

WOMEN OF THE HIJAB

Her long, thick, shiny black hair
Fell against her back.
Her rich, copper skin
Gleamed in the sunlight.
Her slender figure outlined,
With her soft voluptuous curves.
But when she stepped outside,
She became a ghostly figure of the night.
Nothing more to the people
Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
But she showed them.
As she walked down the street,
People made way,
Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
And others whispered,
As she held her head up high,
With pride in her belief
And showed them how oppressed she really was!
While they whistled at their women,
Looking them up and down as they were pieces of meat to be inspected?
She pitied their savage ways.
As she walked into the arms of her partner,
Her only love, Her husband.
Where she was transformed,
Into her beautiful self,
For only his eyes to see.

 

Allah the Creator

How this big earth came to be, 

And everything that we see, 

Even things in outer space, 

Came about by Allah’s grace.

How people lived so long ago, 

Lessons that we have to know, 

And who does Allah love the best, 

And why He puts us all to test.   

 

How He makes the raindrops fall, 

And what about the tree so tall, 

What about the plants that grow, 

And reasons for the wind to blow.

 

 

How about the oceans wide, 

And different animals that we ride, 

Not to mention mountains high, 

And the magnificence of the sky.  

 

Find out what we must not do, 

Things that are bad for me and you, 

Also things that are right, 

And how we can all gain insight.   

 

And the nature and the glory, 

Unfolds like a beautiful story, 

Of Almighty as He talks to you, 

Conveying a message pure and true,   

Read it up in the Qur`aan, 

It will strengthen your Imaan.   

  

 

 

 

Im a Muslim Woman!

 

You look at me and call me oppressed,
~~
Simply because of the way I’m dressed,
~~
You know me not for what’s inside,
~~
You judge the clothing I wear with pride,
~~
My body’s not for your eyes to hold,
~~
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,
~~
I’m an individual, I’m no mans slave,
~~
It’s Allahs pleasure that I only crave,
~~
I have a voice so I will be heard,
~~
For in my heart I carry His word,
~~
” O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
~~
So you won’t be bothered by ignorant folk”,
~~
Man doesn’t tell me to dress this way,
~~
It’s a Law from God that I obey,
~~
Oppressed is something I’m truly NOT,
~~
For liberation is what I’ve got,
~~
It was given to me many years ago,
~~
With the right to prosper, the right to grow,
~~
I can climb moutains or cross the seas,
~~
Expand my mind in all degrees,
~~
For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
~~
When He sent Islam,
~~
To You and Me!

The handsome man..

“When a man dies and his relatives are busy in funeral,there stands an extremely handsome man by his head.When the dead body is shrouded, that man gets in between the

shroud and the chest of the deceased.

When after the burial, the people return home, 2 angels,
Munkar and Nakeer (names of two special Angels), come in
the grave and try to separate this handsome man so that
they maybe able to interrogate the dead man in privacy about his
faith. But the handsome man says, “He is my companion, he is
my friend. I will not leave him alone in any case. If you
are appointed for interrogation, do your job. I cannot
leave him until I get him admitted into Paradise”.

Thereafter he turns to his dead companion and says, “I
am the Qura’an, which you used to read, sometimes in a
loud voice and sometimes in a low voice. Do not worry. After the
interrogation of Munkar and Nakeer, you will have no grief.”

When the interrogation is over, the handsome man arranges
for him Al-Mala’ul A’laa (the angels in Heaven) a silk bedding
filled with musk.

 

In depths of HELL..or PARADISE?

Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price

In the depths of hell or in paradise

For the believer ,this life is just like a cage

For the unbeliever, it’s the ultimate stage

Little does he know about the awaiting reward

Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored

You’ll enter the gate of paradise, if it’s in your fate

Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate

No worldly things will you ever miss

On entering the gate, you’ll be surrounded by bliss

Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
containing water and milk, honey and wine

People will live in mansions built high

Where they’ll live forever, no-one will die

It’s bricks will be made of silver and gold

The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold

A hundred years it will take to circle a tree

Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity

There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep

There will be no worries, no one will weep

When people sweat, it will smell of musk

Allah SWT will be praised from dawn till dusk

Everyone will be aged 30 or 33

And they’ll stay at that age for eternity

The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown

Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown

People will be happy, there’ll be no remorse

To visit others, they’ll have a flying horse

Men will have 2 houris as their wives

Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives

On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races

And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!

When walking along there’ll be many meetings

With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings

Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail

When Allah SWT removes His veil

There will be no kings, there will be no peasants

 And everyone will see the Divine Allah’s presence

There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray

That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay

Allah SWT has showered us with His grace

And we have to be worthy to show our face

Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price

In the depths of hell or in paradise

In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind

 
A blessed month is casting its shadow upon us
A night of this month is better than a thousand months
Bear with patience for the sake of Ar-Rahman
It’s a continuous training to strengthen our Imaan.

Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind
Its a purification of our soul, our heart, and our mind
With the most sincere devotion and love we fast
To be cleansed and free from sins of the past

Glorified is He, who choseth this holy month,
To test our sabr and fill our hearts with warmth
Of his Divine Light, His blessings shall glow,
The Seer of the unseen, all He does know

Ya Allah! For thee, let my breath be more pleasant than musk
Ya Allah! For thee, let me be thankful when day turns to dusk
My thoughts and heart are purified, my eyes truly see…
This blessed month, the month of spiritual rhapsody!

Ya Allah! For thee, my life I shall live!
Ya Allah! For thee, my soul I shall give!
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind,
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as a gift to mankind.

Change my dead heart..!!!

 

Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again give me a fresh start

So change my heart please and wash the filth away
Don’t leave me drowning here alone and astray

I spent my life running away from you
and now i have nowhere to turn except you

I turn to you and i am begging you to be saved
and change me into an obedient slave

Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again give me a fresh start.

I have been doing all my life what i craved
Shaitan and nafs have always had me enslaved

I am ashamed that i have broken your rules
worshipped my nafs and pure ignorant fools

but now i know the path leading me to thee
I bow to you and am asking you to help me

Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again give me a fresh start

I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be grateful to you. Change this dead heart.

My heart is dark and so my eyes remain dry
Hypocrisy and hubris won’t let me cry

I’m at your door and begging you let me in!
Don’t push me back to my hopeless life of sin

So change my heart please and forgive my sins this day
Dont leave me drowning here alone and astray

Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again give me a fresh start

Sins of the Tounge..!!!!

You think its cool to be a clown
And with the girls/ guys you fool around

Without a thought for your Lord
The mouth opens, tongue like a sword

With a few fast words
You cut to pieces those silly ‘nerds’

They stand stunned and humiliated
In their hearts they are disgusted

While you laugh at them aloud
Standing with your friends all proud

O fellow Muslim, be careful of what you say
For soon will come Judgement day

Those whom you did wrong
Will come to Allah along

Justice they will seek
That day you will be the geek

From your good deeds they will transfer
And when you have no more left to give another

Then upon you will be placed their sins
Soon after your eternal life begins

To hellfire you will be shown
And deep inside you will be thrown

O Muslim,
Change now whilst you have the chance and time
Resolve to commit not with your tongue this crime!

Imagine…

Imagine yourself after you pass away
Imagine your grave through night and through day
Wishing that you did not do as they say
Wishing that you had got up and had prayed.

Imagine, my friends, the day that you died
Imagine all of the tears that they cried
Remember how it felt when your body was tied
Remember how it felt in the grave which you lied.

Imagine the day you’ll be called to account
Imagine the sum to which your life will ammount
Think for a moment of the deeds which you mount
Think for a moment how much they will count.

What will they say of you when you are dead?
What will they say, what will be said?
Will they speak of all the poor who you fed?
Will they remember all the Qur`an that you read?

Think not of them, but of Allah, Lord of mankind and jinn
Think of Allah when tempted to sin
Think of the paradise which you will dwell in
Don’t wait till later to think what might have been.

My hijab, my personality

 

What do you see when you look at me
Do you see some one limited or someone free

All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they cant see my hair

Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated

They are so thankful they are not me
Because they would like to remain free

Well free isn’t exactly the word I would’ve used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused

They think I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isnt my choice

They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged

All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear

Not because I’ve been stared at or made fun of
Because they were ashamed to play by their own rules

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my Sight

We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life-long fight

So u see we are the ones that are free and liberated
We are not the ones who are sexually terrorized and violated

So when people ask you how you feel about the hood
Just sum it up by saying ‘ baby, its all good! ’