If I have to be with you,
I need to know if you can be my guiding lights.
I came from my Creator and I want an assurance you can raise
And show me the right way back to my Creator.
Will you be by my side until the end?
Can I tell you my fears deep, and trust them in your heart you’ll keep?

Dad, I will love her 3x more than you…
Can you choose the best mother for me?
Is it asking too much for you to give me a guiding hands that will care
and teach me ways to live my life according to what my Lord wishes?
Nothing is so hard but search will find it out.
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, to-morrow’s sun to thee may never rise.
Leave no stone un-turned. Don’t leave my fate to chances that she might learn it anyway, The teachings of Islam.
Don’t play with fate flirting with non believers,
Remember there is no gathering a rose without being pricked by thorns.
Your weak heart might give in and by accident gave me
A mother who got no lights of “ILM” to beam my way.
Beware of inborn ethics passed from genes of the enemy of Islam.

Mom, he will be my role model.
I know for every tears i will cry, you will be there to hug
And assure me of your unconditional love to soothe my fears.
I will give you joy and many warm smiles,
Can we share that on good Islamic environment in our home?
I will not forget what’s important to you,
Will you remember what’s important to me too?
With you my whole life and love to share,
If only I know that You truly care?
If you can put my future over your interests and earthly desires,
Then I will know you are a “NUR” light of my life most true.

Finally, I pray to Allah: Let not that happen which I wish, but that which is right, as I am aware, not by years but by attitude is wisdom and Islamic knowledge acquired.

Kindly send this to brothers and illigible sisters. One of them could be my future mom and Dad….please tell them not to forget me and to remember my whispers.
Don’t say I love you, rather say: lihub-bullah – I love you for the sake of Allah


I sit on my throne where are you?
I have been looking for you for hours now
You told me that you would come

Where are you?
I know that you will come I believe in you.
I believe when you say that you love me.
So I wait but you never come.
I will wait and wait all of my life
Until the sun and moon are different no longer.
You will never come.
Many ask me why do you wait,

What are you waiting for.
I explain that they do not understand
That you are worth the wait
And that you will come
Today is the last day I have waited

And as I take my last breath
You are still not here
My eyes are peeled open for your face.
But I will continue waiting.
I believed in you.



Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire,
if you did what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don’t know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times, during those you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement
Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.
Be thankful for your mistakes,
they will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you’re tired and weary,
because it means you’ve made a difference.
It is easy to be thankful for the good things,
a life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the setbacks.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles and they can become your blessings.


Loneliness haunts many people
Surrounding them within its parts
Until a special loving person
Breaks the spell and warms their hearts
But sometimes persons are forgotten
And loneliness grows strong and great
Then the flicker of love is finally extinguished
And loneliness turns them to creatures of hate



I feel now that I want to die
I  sweet now exactly why
I  wonder now if I should even try
I want something perfect
I  want something I almost had
Now that Ive lost it
I  feel nothing but depression and anger
The only thing I wanted
Was something I ‘ll never have
I want to forget
But there no way I  can

I  thought I was stronger
And thought my pain was over
I don’t know what to do
How to think
To make it all feel better
Its all for the best

Forever Not Yours

Forever Not Yours

Your presence graces my dreams
I reach for you as you drift away
Your stare is full of comfort,
So peaceful
I find solace in your arms
I sit on the windowsill,
Anticipating your embrace,
Your soft smile
Yet I am jaded in your love
I am left behind in the dust
I cannot get up to run away
Your love shackles me,
It’s a weight tied
So heavy around my ankles
It prevents me from running
But my acidic tears burn the shackles away
And I am free once again
I will not succumb to your sweet imprisonment
I will not surrender to your pacifying touch
I will not be enticed by your corruptive love
I will not be broken again



I am a Muslim, but only by name
When it comes to practising, what a shame!
I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie
It’s alright if I occasionally lie
Yes I practise, BUT when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases society.
If I show my ankles, they’ll point and laugh
They’ll think it’s too short and reckon I’m daft.
If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They’ll reckon I’m a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the sunnah I’ll get great reward
But the Kuffaar will look down on me, that I can’t afford.
Yes I’m a Muslim, but only by name
I make excuses which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I’m a sane man and I’m on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack!
To hide my inferiority complex I protest it’s unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I’m a blatant fraudulent
The best thing is no-one can hear what’s going on inside
People think I’ve got it made and with my life I’m satisfied.
But I’m afraid this is a fable and it’s a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this I daren’t even mention.
If I remain ignorant it’s OK, ‘cos then I don’t have to practise
Yes I’m conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalima and I think I have Imaan
I can’t help my attitude – I was placed in a Kufrstaan.
Yes I’m a Muslim but only by name
And with my precious life I’m playing a foolish disastrous game!


The Desert

The Desert
As we rode through the desert
This thought occurred to me
Why so much wasted land
Without even a tree.
The desert is so quiet and still,
It’s like a graveyard to me,
With its graves of drifted sand
As far as you can see.
There’s a few lovely cacti there
With whirl winds dancing by.
They’re the tombstones of the desert
Reaching for the sky.
Why God made the desert
I’ll never understand,
But there must be a reason
For that seemingly wasted land.