Archive for the Islamic Poems Category

Im a Muslim Woman!

Posted in Islamic Poems, Only for Muslim Women on December 25, 2007 by Muslimah


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..

Posted in Islamic Poems on October 26, 2007 by Muslimah

“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?

Posted in Islamic Poems on October 23, 2007 by Muslimah
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

Posted in Islamic Poems on September 21, 2007 by Muslimah

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..!!!

Posted in Islamic Poems on June 18, 2007 by Muslimah


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..!!!!

Posted in Islamic Poems on June 16, 2007 by Muslimah
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!


Posted in Islamic Poems on June 16, 2007 by Muslimah

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.