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 amount
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 Qu’ran 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.

Source: Imagine Your death

Life is a Garden

Life is a garden,
Good friends are the flowers,
And times spent together,
Life’s happiest hours;
And friendship, like flowers,
Blooms ever more fair
When carefully tended
By dear friends who care;
And life’s lovely garden
Would be sweeter by far
If all who passed through it
Were as nice as you are.

Turn to allah

When you have a terrible day
You just want to scream
just turn to ALLAH

When you’re feeling so down
you have lost all hope
just turn to ALLAH

when you’re feeling betrayed
you just want to curse
just turn to ALLAH

when you can’t see a way out
of a terrible situation
just turn to ALLAH

when you’re feeling like
you have no self esteem
just turn to ALLAH

when you’re feeling all ok and
the world is at your feet
just remember not to forget ALLAH
you can then be certain He will remember you!

Ismail Morrison Abdullah

Ramadan Poem

by Donna Sibaai

The holy month of Ramadan
For all Muslims has begun.
Praising Allah through the day,
From dawn to dusk we fast and pray.

We pay zakah (charity) for those in need,
Trying hard to do good deeds.

When the sun has set, and day is done-
I’ll break this chain, but only one.
By the end of Ramadan, this whole chain will be all gone!
It’s time for Eid and lots of fun!!!

The Masjid invites you

​The Masjid invites you….
A few days after Ramadan, many masjids were seen to cry.

Someone asked one, why?
You ask me why I am so grieved?

It’s because I have been deceived.
I ask, Oh Muslim, where have you gone, where are you?

Was the past month a dream? 

It doesn’t seem real or true.
Oh my beloved, was it all a dream, was it all a show?

That is why my tears do flow.
Why don’t you visit me, why have you not returned?

From the past month is this what you learned?
My soul is empty without you and also my heart

How can you feel at ease being so far apart?
You are the one, whom the Lord chose for his own remembrance,

So why should I not lament at your absence?
Why do I no longer hold any charm?

From where else will you attain inner peace or calm?
I call you every day but you do not respond

Day by day weakens our bond!
I call you in the day and I call you at night.

What’s happened? 

For sure something’s not right
Don’t you recognize me anymore? 

Don’t you hear my voice?

Is it deliberate or do you really have no choice?
When will you light me up again? 

Will I have to wait another year?

Going by past experience, that is what I fear!!

Laylatul Qadr poem

A blessed night in which angels descend,
A special month for good deeds to ascend,
The night is still,
You feel a chill,
The month of mercy is close to an end

A prayer mat set
Peace in your heart,
As you reflect on the deeds
You’ve gained from the start,
Prepare to benefit,
From the bounties of your Lord,
An odd day it falls upon
Hasten for the reward!

Better than a thousand months
A night that can change destiny,
Await Laylatul Qadr
Reserved for the month of mercy.
Author not known

What happened to my Youth?

by Ahmed

What has become of my tender youth?
Forsaken to sins and evils is the truth
Given over to pleasure and lust, day and night
Forgive me Allah. I hear and tremble with fright

What will happen to me?
Only Allah does know
In Hellfire will I burn
Or receive the Jannah that I yearn

Allah, from You forgiveness I seek
And make me amongst the meek
Ya Rabbi show me the way
To live my life as the Prophet (صلى الله عليه وسلم) did say

And on my deathbed allow me to pray
The kalima, and have me not go astray
From the Siratul Mustakeem
And in Jannah inshallah my face will beam
Ameen.

Many Gifts

Allah you have granted me many gifts

Throughout my life I have always found

Your blessings showered on me abound

Of all the blessings you have chosen to give

Imaan is the most valued and then the chance to live

For I know I have been ungrateful in the past

Sinning like forever I would last

But alas you guided me from the darkness

And pulled me onto the path of success

I pray you keep me upon it steadfast

Until death and when I breathe my last.

Teen Crush

This poem refers to the haram relationships that young Muslims may be ensnared into by the shaytaan.

TEEN CRUSH
by Ahmed

O young Muslim
I hear your story, so grim

You have given your heart
To a teen crush, soon to depart

The time will soon come for it to end
Tears, remorse and regret it will send

Deep emotions of anger and hurt
As you feel like a piece of dirt

But why do you fail to see
Allah has given you this opportunity

To turn away from this detested sin
Repent, and start a new beginnin’

From lewd behaviour become shy
Seeking forgiveness from Allah, do cry

Remove from your heart the lust dirty
And instead put love of Allah in your breast plenty

For this is the path to success
Jannah, the Muslims eternal address!!

Originally posted Sep 8th, 2005

Wake Up!

by a dear sister

Bismillah Al Rahman, Al Raheem:

“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar” you hear the athaan go on.
But you still decide to procrastinate, even when your family yells, “Come on!”

You think, “I still have time, before I really have to pray, ‘Asr is still hours away.”
Your head is saying “Go” but the Shaytaan is saying “No” so you go on anyway.

You go to your bed and decide to lie down, for just a few minutes you say.
But when your head hits the pillow, your body is overcome by a feeling, different than any other way.

You suddenly feel hot and nervous, and your throat is parched and dry.
You hear a voice call, “Why did you disobey me?” But you are unable to answer why.

Suddenly your life flashes before your eyes,
And feelings of guilt and regret are becoming hard to disguise.

Images and thoughts run through your head,
If only you did more useful things, but you wasted your time instead.

Every ill word you said, and every prayer you missed is presented,
If only you took life more seriously…if only you repented.

You say, “I didn’t know any better, I never knew to take a closer look”
But the voice replies, “Yes you did, you had The Holy Book.”

“In it you will find the meaning of life, and words of inspiration.
And the perfect example for mankind, the Prophet who received the revelation.”

“This life is but a stage, a mere drop compared to an ocean,
“So think not of the worldly things, and make sure that in your heart lies devotion.”

You wake up suddenly, alarmed and quivering.
“I wasted so much time!” you think, “good words and prayers I should be delivering.”

You pray, and then afterwards do some reflection,
And you decide to give your life a thorough inspection.

This life is so unpredictable; it can vanish very soon,
All that you see will perish, and only your deeds will remain with you.

So hold on to the Quran and the way of the Prophet (saw) for salvation,
And do not delay what you must do, remember Jannah, the ultimate destination.

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