Motivational Poetry for the Muslim Ummah..
The story of Ibrahim holds a lesson,
One timeless and profound,
To abide by, in an age where
Obedience is barely found.
Why did Allah take him for a friend?
He was an epitome of submission.
What made him from the Ulul-‘Azm?
His sacrifice for the Only One.
A hot topic invites many questions
Filled all the headlines in this nation
“The interfaith marriage legalizing”
“The Ministry and Islamic Rules”
The keywords,
Takes over all the attention.
Voices of dissatisfaction,
Cheers of complementation.
The war of minds
is about to begin.
This is;
The country with the biggest Muslim population.
The country with Islam as the first foundation.… Continue Reading
“Why have you come to school like this?”
“Haven’t you heard a Hijabi was recently dismissed?”
“School authorities don’t allow religious symbols!”
Seemed as if the rule was only against a particular religion!
Rituals and prayers in assembly halls were done unopposed,
Under the label of culture, the majoritarian concept was imposed!
“Are you going to take your picture with … Continue Reading
I hold my pen and begin to write,
Hoping to convey only that which is right,
A poem for tender young minds
Exposed to ideas of various kinds.
You must have heard of LGBTQ,
Or seen the symbol of a rainbow,
Or perhaps got fascinated by a unicorn,
Or in school, about them you may have been taught.
In the city of Sodom resided a nation,
Plunged in lewdness, evil, and crime,
Who cast aside their obligation
To Allah, the Almighty, the Most High.
To steer them back to righteousness,
To remind them of the Approaching Day,
Allah sent to them Prophet Lut,
But all they did was disobey.
Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
Look what just happened!
Something’s been hampered
In a few seconds!
Nothing’s unusual in this,
It’s the norm currently
To sever ties of kinship
For issues so worldly!
None can be free of blame, I admit,
But petty issues can … Continue Reading
In the dark of the night,
The young girl sat down
Alone, lonely, and secluded.
She was kneeling, bowing her head.
Strings of words spoken, softly,
“Allah, I am tired,
I am desperate,
I am stuck,
Feeling despicable, and sinful.”
She cried, sobbing.
Her gaze was diverted to the thing in front of her.
A book.
Clean and well maintained.… Continue Reading
