Category: Poetry

The sun that illuminates the sky,
Whose light is needed to carry out the chores of life,
Is so often criticized,
Of hurting the eyes with its light.

The path of truth is full of thorns;
Blemished by people with their scorns.
This cycle always repeats,
For the heart, of malice, is not cleaned.

Muhammad ﷺ, the greatest leader of … Continue Reading

Anger,
Frustration,
Misunderstanding,
Utter confusion.

“What do I say?”
Now becomes a constant question.
“Why?” They seem to ask
A why follows every allegation.
“Why would you follow
A man who would do such a thing?!”
Loyalty doesn’t allow any misconception.

The phrase
“Such a thing!”
Isn’t just a phrase;
But an emotion
Portrayed in varying proportion.

At times, it … Continue Reading

تجري الحياة بأسلوب المعقول
من اللهفة الإختيار هو المصلوح
يجرد الإيمان و بالشر مشغول

ينقطع عن السنة و هو المقطوع
العالم يعرف محمد كان الرسول
لكن الشتات بين المسلمين مطروح

نزل القرآن و عنوانه واضح مدلول
و الحكم للمسلمين الخشوع
قالوا الناس خلق نبينا شاعر مجنون
الكفار من أهل الأصرار و في وجههم الروع

قرأ نبينا القرآن و الكفار في … Continue Reading

I knew where I wanted to go
But not the road that led there
It was dark
And before my sight,
Were the faint trails of two pathways
One to my left, the other to my right.

Darkness enveloped my mind
I stood there absorbing the silence
Before a subtle stream of glitter and gold,
Stretched out in the sky … Continue Reading

When there was ‏darkness all around,
Immorality and corruption filled every ground;
Allaah, to Whom belongs the highest veneration,
Sent the light causing darkness’ annihilation.

The light eradicated every act of blasphemy,
The light which was given the title, “Al Mahi”;
The light whom the Messiah called Ahmad,
This light is Rahmatul-lil-‘Aalameen, our Prophet Muhammad!

In him reflected the beauty … Continue Reading

Who cried for this Ummah while the world slept?
And made dua’ from the heart’s depth?
Who said, “Be kind to your women”,
During Hajj, in his last sermon?
Who refused to ask for punishment
For the people of Taif and its descendants?
Even when they pelted him with stones,
Chased him out, blood filled his shoes!
Who never hit … Continue Reading

I could go on for hours,
Even days,
But I still would have
Only run my fingertips
Through the surface
Of the life
Of our Beloved.

A man,
Of justice and humility,
Of compassion and integrity
Of courage and simplicity.

Every event in his life,
Every incident penned down,
Every narration on him,
Leaves you reeling
With its impact on … Continue Reading