Be-Islam

 I am a Muslim.

                       

        I am a Muslim
        And God I praise
        For all His blessings
        My voice I raise
        In one God I believe
        No equal has He
        Lord of the universe
        Compassionate to me
        Muhammad the prophet
        Taught me the way
        To be honest and truthful
        Throughout every day
        The holy Qur'an
        To life is my guide
        It's teachings I follow
        By it I abide
        Islam my religion
        Preaches good deeds
        Mercy and kindness
        To the right path it leads
        Upon all humanity
        God showers His grace
        Regardless of color
        Nationality or race
        Through working together
        Our hopes increase
        To live in a world
        Full of love and peace
        I am a Muslim
        And God I praise
        For all His blessings
        My voice I raise.

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 SINCERITY
                           

   Learn to call on Allah,
   In the dark,
   

   While Riding on a bus,
   Or sitting in a park
   

   Learn to do it when,
   Alone in a room,
   

   Or staying up late,
   Staring at the moon
   

   And if someone boasts about,
   What he did for Allah,
   

   And asks you to tell him,
   What you did for Allah
   

   Just Say, "Why should I tell you,
   If I did it for Allah?"

 

 

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  WiSH

 O Allah! The practices of all these people are so tiresome,
That even within their midst I feel so lonesome.

The noise of the world urges me to run away
To a quiet place where silence begins and ends each day.

A place where movement will always yield to stillness,
And speech is completely awed by silence. 

Sometimes I feel I am dying for this quietness;
To live in a hut near a mountain will be pure bliss.

The worries of the world burden me greatly, and from them I wish to part
Then I can live in solitude while the thorns of sadness leave my heart.

These birds who sit in the tree singing all day long…
Their chirping is beautiful and will be my song.

When I am in need of music I will listen to the waterfall's sound.
Harmony existing between the birds' song and the water rushing down.

The wine cup will be my view, the buds my messengers.
These two friends will inform me of any visitors.

With my hand for a pillow and grass for my bed,
I shall pass away the nights with good thoughts in my head.

This is the best way to live, among all this tranquil solitude.
It helps put to shame and open the eyes of the multitude.

The nightingale will know me so well that she will sit near,
Because she shall know that I would never cause her any fear.

On both sides of the river will be flowers gazing at their reflection,
In the cool, clear blue water, as it runs with perfection.

The mountain scenery just beyond the river will be beautifully exquisite,
That even the water will try to rise in waves just to see it.

In the lap of earth all greenery shall be at rest,
And the water will return among the bushes to glisten at its best.

Gazing at its reflection will be the bending branch of a tree,
Just as a maiden perches by a mirror, admiring her beauty.

When the sun puts henna on the evening bride, the flowers present a golden chest,
That the bride can take this along with her as a gift from all the rest.

Then travelers get tired in the night and are looking for a place to stay,

Let my broken lamp provide hope for them to wander my way.

O Allah! Whenever the dark clouds are hovering in the sky,
Let lightning illuminate my hut so they wont pass it by.

The early dawn cuckoo is the caller of prayer, and I listen to her
Instead of the priest's sermons; I listen to the azaan coming from this bird.

When dew falls on the flowers as a ceremonious cleansing,
My tears will be my wudu and my prayer will be a blessing.

Let my voice depart from this place and touch the caravan of stars above me,
So it can ring a bell to signify we should all live peacefully.

O Allah! Let my cry make all those empathetic hearts ache,
And the ones who are unconscious or indifferent, awake.

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A Poetic Rendering of Allama Iqbals poem ''Ek Arzoo'' by Shadia Alam.

 

Funny how $10 looks so big when we take it to masjid and so small when we take it to the store.

Funny how big an hour serving God looks and how small 60 mintues are when spent playing golf, fishing or playing soccer.

Funny how laborious it is to read a juzz in the Quran and how
easy it is to read - 2-300 pages of a best selling novel.

Funny how we believe what newspapers say but question what the Quran says.

Funny how we can't think of anything to say when we pray and don't have any difficulty thinking of things to talk to a friend.

Funny how we need 2-3 weeks to fit an islamic event into our
schedule, but can adjust it for a social event at the last moment.

 

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From: arshad arshad@home.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHAT DO U C WHEN U LOOK AT ME!

 

 

What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited,
or someone free
All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair
Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated
They are so thankful that 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 that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't 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 have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above
On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules

Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty
See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy
Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind

Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause
The role that we play definitely deserves applause
I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my sight
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me

We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt
So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated
We are the ones that are free and pure
We're free of STD's that have no cure

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

 

 

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Ya Allah

 

All praises are for You Allah, how I hope that You are there.
For sinful though I know I am, your displeasure I can not bear.
Never, till this moment, did I realize how much I've strayed.
Never, till now, was I more conscious of all those times when I should have prayed.
For sins are like heavy baggage, that one carries through Life, the airport.
Why didn't I realize sooner, that Earth is but a place of sport?
Ya Allah ! Forgive me. Save me from the fire of Hell.
Forgive me as You did my parents, from Jan'ah though they fell.
Ya Allah ! Protect me. From myself for my soul is weak.
Let me not falter ever, for Jan'ah is the abode I seek.
Ya, Allah! Please help me. For I don't understand and thus, I fear.
What happened to all those moments when I never doubted that You were near ?
My actions once were guided, by my faith which, once, was strong.
Ya Allah! please guide me. What happened, what went wrong ?
Each footstep that I used to take, I took with You ever near my side.
The Qur'an was my faithful companion, Rasoolallah my beloved guide.
How I yearn for those bygone days Allah, for I know that the day comes near
When we'll each receive our just rewards, and Truth will stand sparkling clear.
Life is like a spider's web Allah. We get caught in its tricky snare
So thoroughly are we disillusioned, time for salat we can not spare.
I sit here and I wonder, Ya Allah! Why did I fall so low ?
What happened to my faith Allah? Where did my Iman go?
In this earthly life of ours, so often does sin seem right.
Falsehood seems to be the truth, as if days are confused with night.
Man is an imperfect creature. And thus, Man shall always wrong.
For the road to Jan'ah is rocky, and the journey seems awfully long.
Ya Allah ! Our creator, we are all just pieces of clay.
Please help us with our steps in life, and let us not lose our way.
All praises are for You Allah, I know that You are near.
I know that You have read my heart, and my words I know You hear

 

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LOVE UR MASJID 

 

A shining light for all to see,
A symbol of truth through eternity.
A place of worship for divinity,
A symbol of strength to the community.

The place to unite and prayer together,
Rush too quickly regardless of weather.
I’m too busy to go.. Say this never,
Venture often to and at least endeavour.

Its doors are open, people go inside,
For all are welcome and in peace reside.
No raised voices of anger for you to collide,
Good etiquette and Manners you must abide.

Our beloved Mosque and second home,
A place were one will never feel alone.
Hear the Azan echo throughout its dome,
Love in our eyes we could never disown.

However, to your Mosque when did you go last?
Do you go yearly only to open fast?
Is it just a place you often pass?
A place you once went, but a place of the past?

Our Mosques are standing half empty,
No longer a place of plenty,
Yet it’s ours for free, no charge for entry,
An issue we should approach firm but gently.

Strength in Islam, we find in each other,
Simply through meeting a new sister or brother.
More then we know we need one another,
Just as a child seeks love from the mother.

The Mosque is the perfect place to meet,
And invite new Muslims to our holy retreat.
Don't gather and chat lowly on the street,
Come into the Mosque make your obligation complete.

Lead by example; take your family by the hand,
Guide them to the straight path of the Promised Land.
Perform Salat at Mosque follow Allah’s command,
Show the world our faith is glorious and grand.

Go to Mosque and be amongst those who care,
Go to Mosque and your knowledge share.
Go to Mosque and learn from others there,
And Inshallah make it full, I’ll see you there!

 

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Palestine

Israel aint on my map, nor in my heart.
It aint even there, as much as our enemy tears us apart.
It’s army are killers, deserving no title of…soldiers.
Sick minds built to shed our blood with their folders.

Cowards, scream like women, confronted by stones.
Their tactics for information gain, to break and crumble bones.
Targets are babies, prisoners are boys and old men,
Using same old excuses, again and again.

They have no name where I am concerned,
For the horror and pain over years I have learned.
Animals, dogs have more morals and guilt.
For they don’t destroy lives innocently built.

Many may ask, well what about Palestinians?
My answer is this, most are civilians!
Those who bomb and those who shoot,
Have more likely been under ‘Israel’s’ boot.

Now tell me this, and be honest with me.
If you were their victim, then would you agree?
If they raped your sister in her own bed,
Shot your brother in the head,
Forced you too see one color, just red.
All you love, because of them are dead.

Then tell me, is attack of Gaza justified?
If you say yes, I know you have lied.
Is it fair? Is it ok? Is it ‘just’ a war?
What are these civilians dying for?

No human, no sane mind, can be comfortable with death,
Gaza massacred, children fighting for a final breath.
Protests are great and prayers are heard, but what now?
Who takes a stand and please tell me how?

If freedom loving America avoids this like the plague,
The fighters of terrorism, who know what’s on the next page.
If leaders remain quite, to this horror, this riot,
The people will search for a guide and supply it.

How long do you think the Muslims will slumber?
For when they come, they’ll bring down thunder.
And when they march they will strike fear.
And sad to say that time is near.

And when every Muslim feels an anger, the world will surely know.
This nation look out for each other, and they won’t always keep their profile low.
Cuz if your home is invaded, surely you rise and fight.
You would not allow a killer to take down your family in the night.

And we call ourselves the strangers, the Muslims will unite.
And when and if the time will come, it will be a fair and equal fight.
No mercy will be shown, to ruthless forces who feel they can,
Delete the lives of every Muslim, woman child and man!

Gaza we are with you, Gaza we can see.
No media propaganda blinds the free.
You call on your brothers, your Ummah are here.
Allah chose the time, the location and year.

 

 

God is great…..and justice will be done without the help

of Islam’s enemies

 

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'EYE TO EYE'

     - A poem from Palestine.

 

 

Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see.
You don't see a thing,
'cause you can't possibly relate to me.

 

You're blinded by our differences.
My life makes no sense to you.
I'm the persecuted Palestinian.
You're the American red, white and blue.

 

Each day you wake in tranquillity,
No fears to cross your eyes.
Each day I wake in gratitude,
Thanking God He let me rise.

 

You worry about your education
And the bills you have to pay.
I worry about my vulnerable life
And if I'll survive another day.

 

Your biggest fear is getting ticketed
As you cruise your Cadillac.
My fear is that the tank that just left
Will turn around and come back.

American, do you realize,
That the taxes that you pay
Feed the forces that traumatize
My every living day?

 

The bulldozers and the tanks,
The gases and the guns,
The bombs that fall outside my door,
All due to American funds.

 

Yet do you know the truth
Of where your money goes?
Do you let your media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth that no one knows?

You blame me for defending myself
Against the ways of Zionists.
I'm terrorized in my own land
And I'm the terrorist?

 

You think you know all about terrorism
But you don't know it the way I do,
So let me define the term for you,
And teach you what you thought you knew.

 

I've known terrorism for quite some time,
Fifty-five years and more.
It's the fruitless garden uprooted in my yard.
It's the bulldozer in front of my door.

 

Terrorism breathes the air I breathe.
It's the checkpoint on my way to school.
It's the curfew that jails me in my own home,
And the penalties of breaking that curfew rule.

 

Terrorism is the robbery of my land,
And the torture of my mother,
The imprisonment of my innocent father,
The bullet in my baby brother.

 

So American, don't tell me you know about
The things I feel and see.
I'm terrorized in my own land
And the blame is put on me.

 

But I will not rest, I shall never settle
For the injustice my people endure.
Palestine is our land and there we'll remain
Until the day our homeland is secure.

 

And if that time shall never come,
Then we will never see a day of peace.
I will not be thrown from my own home,
Nor will my fight for justice cease.

 

And if I am killed, it will be in Filasteen
It's written on my every breath.
So in your own patriotic words,
Give me liberty or give me death.

 

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