Assalamu Alaikum, Just wanted to share my poem with you all. A bit silly really but maybe something to think about? Anyway, have a read………
Is gained by the privileged
Chosen by Allah.
How Blessed they are!
There’s Hafiz, Aalim, Mufti and more.
Have ‘em all together and oh how much you will adore
The power and the blessings and the Rahma’s and the peace
Allah will have granted, bestowed on you.
Oh the Chosen ones are very few.
But none of the knowledge is new.
It’s just been passed down generations from the
Best man on earth.
Some of you just like to surf
On the net and waste your time
But oh how fine
It is to gain Ilm
Rather than going out to watch a film
In the cinema
Where the Shaytans are
Whilst in the Masjid there are angels present
And the mercy of Allah is ever-lasting,
Being showered on the ones who seek knowledge.
Oh how privileged
Is better and last more than that shiny new car.
It’ll come in the grave
And from the snakes you’ll be saved.
It’s the deeds that’ll help you
So choose now between good and bad
And I hope you’re not mad
Enough to take the wrong path
Instead of taking a bath
To wash off all your sins,
Fighting away the bad Jinns.
Choose now before you’re too late.
Never follow your best mate
‘Cause he may be taking you to the wrong path
If he’s dealing with drugs
And going out with gals.
So just stick with your bearded pals.
Go to the Masjid 5 times a day
‘Cause if you’re disobedient to Allah then oh
Can you imagine how much you’re going to have to pay?
Burning in the fire,
Drinking your own puss.
Oh why do you want to go through a frightful fuss?
When it’s Allah you should trust.
Turn to the gates of mercy
Allah loves you (so you will see).
The Sahabah died for Islam!
Don’t follow the people that read your palm
‘Cause it’s a whole load of rubbish
And the people who believe in it will be punished.
So take a break.
This poem ain’t a fake.
Allah loves you!
Sum people just think
That only the Ulama’s should act
On our religion: Islam
When in fact
It is the astray ones who should stop
Who should I ‘link’?
The pious or the fools?
What kinda rules
Should I follow?
Oh I feel hollow inside and
I need a helping hand.
But who’s there to help you?
But the one who’s way above the shining sun.
The one who loves and cares,
Who’s granted you that smiling son
Or that daughter who brings in joy and fun.
The one who waits for His servants to come to Him
With tears in their eyes
‘Oh Allah hear me ask and do not doubt
My love for You.
Oh the people are very few
Who come to realise that
If they just came and sat
For a minute or two or three
And ask, and see
Rather than dealin’ with fashion
Going on da streets
Escaping da beats
From their parents who are too blind
That no one is wiser
Than the One up aboveWho can send a dove
To warn others of trouble,
Who can create a jerk and a bubble.
The Forgiver, The Shaper and the Creator!
I have finally turned to You!
Forgive me for the times
That I made up foolish rhymes
For the women passing by.
Why did I look at the shameless women
Instead of admiring
The jilbabs and the niqab?
And why did I go to the clubs
Which were no different than the pubs,
Selling alcohol and where gambling
Is no hobby but the ‘in’ thing!
Thank you for finally
Making me realise the bounty
Of you, the One above.
Oh Allah! YOU I love!
Oh Allah, it is YOU that I love.’
So brothers and sisters,
Dancers and Whistlers,
Wake up now!
Drop down on your knees and bow
And prostrate to Allah the Only
Or else in Hell you’ll feel lonely
Coz Shaytaan ain’t on your side.
He’s just trying to hide
Himself from the truth
Coz he’s seen Jannah
But he thinks it’s too late for him.
He’s wrong you see
Allah Ta’ala has mercy
On His servants so turn to Him!
Don’t be ashamed
Shaytaan’s not to be blamed
Coz it was pride that stopped him
Now he’s travelling in the dim-
Ness of the night
Thinking of plans
To take the believers withHim to Hell.
So don’t give up my brothers and sisters!
And listen you dancers and whistlers!
Don’t give up, keep on praying to Allah.
You’ll soon realise that The Compassionate is not far.
He’s near you, listening to your call
Ready to catch you when you’re about to fall,
Proud of you when you stand up tall
With Iman in your heart
And Salah beneath ya,
Zakah on your right,
Sawm on your left and
Hajj above ya,
All bonded together
With the Shahadah.
So turn now to Allah
Coz Allah loves ya!
Dua me yaad
Your Sister in Islam