My name is gossip.
I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing.
I break hearts and ruin lives.

I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age.
The more I am quoted the more I am believed.
I flourish at every level of society.
My victims are helpless.

They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no face.
To track me down is impossible for you.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
I am nobody’s friend.

Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion.
I spawn suspicion and generate grief.

I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses. I am called Gossip.
Office gossip. Shop gossip. Party gossip. Telephone gossip.
I make headlines and headaches.

Before you repeat a story ask yourself, is it true?
Is it fair? Is it necessary? If not— KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!
If you spend as much time praying as you do talking about others
behind their backs,
you would be further ahead Spiritually.

Author of Gossip poem unknown

10 thoughts on “Gossip”

  1. A.salam,

    I was just wondering, can you sign up for this website, so other people can share their knowledge?

    It’s a beautiful website may allah reward the people involved in spreading the love of Islam into peoples hearts.

    1. Wa Alaykum Salam
      On the right hand side of the website is an email subscription box where you can sign up for email updates. As for sharing your knowledge, please send me any submissions through the comments and I will take a look and include it as a post inshallah.


    1. Its fine to share, I encourage that. I would ask that you kindly link back to the page on our site where you got it from. Dont worry if you havent done so on this occassion, just remember for next time.


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