Allah Wont Ask……

Allah won’t ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you
drove who didn’t have transportation.

Allah won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised
your character or morals to obtain that salary.

Allah won’t ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many
people you welcomed into your home.

Allah won’t ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask
how many of those clothes helped the needy.

Allah won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you
displayed.

Allah won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they
dictated your life.

Allah won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked
overtime for your family and loved ones.

Allah won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you
promoted others.
Allah won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you performed your
job to the best of your ability.

Allah won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to
help others.

Allah won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to
whom you were a true friend.

Allah won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you
did to protect the rights of others.

Allah won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated
your neighbors.

Allah won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content
of your character.

Allah won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask
how many times they didn’t.

Poem on Allah and our needs

I asked Allah for strength
And Allah gave me difficulties to make me strong
I asked Allah for wisdom
And Allah gave me problems to solve
I asked Allah for prosperity
And Allah gave me brains and brawn to work
I asked Allah for courage
And Allah gave me dangers to overcome
I asked Allah for love
And Allah gave me troubled people to help
I asked Allah for favors
And Allah gave me opportunities
I received nothing I wanted
I received everything I needed
My prayers have been answered

Harmony

Harmony

If I had a wish, it would be this
that all Allah’s people would be just like him,
able to cope, trust and just get along.
And not wonder if someone’s doing them wrong.
If we just put our trust in Him,
then we could surely enter in, and enjoy what life
has to offer. Instead of trying to hate on your
sister or brother. Yes, life would be so sweet,
if we just stop trying to compete, for what’s already been
promised. Life everlasting and peace of mind.
So, get it together and claim your prize,
for I truly want to get what’s mine.

Don’t let them!!!

Don’t let them!!!

Don’t let them tear you down just because you are brown,
Don’t let them make you cry or make you want to die, Don’t
you dare hold your head down for that they would see they
had brung you down. Keep your head up child.

Don’t let them
be the reason why you go home and cut yourself.For that I
would say,get out make it your day and love yourself!

The Women I Admire

The Women I Admire

The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter…

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan’allah, subhan’allah, subhana’allah

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen

The Women I Admire

The Woman I admire
wearing her attire
hiding her figure,
thus, curbing my desire..

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter…

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan’allah, subhan’allah, subhana’allah

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen for it is better I warned
before all is gone…

Trust in Him

Trust in Him

Sometimes in life we want what’s best
but we often forget, life is just a test
The life you live it’s really not your own
it is loaned to you from Allah up above
So when life’s stresses try to creep in
just look to heaven and call on him
He’ll show you the road to take
so believe me when I say it is no mistake
For he knows all about what you are going through,
just trust him and do what he leads you to do.

Dua to Allah

In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful
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You tell on yourself by the friends you seek,
By the very manner in which you speak,
By the way you employ your leisure time,
By the use you make of dollar and dime;

You tell what you are by the things your wear,
By the spirit in which your burdens bear,
By the kind of things at which you laugh,
By the deeds you do which angels paragraph;

You tell what you are by the way you walk,
By the things of which you delight to talk,
By the manner in which you bear defeat,
By so simple a thing as by how you eat,

By the books you choose from the well-filled shelf,
In these ways and more you tell on yourself.
So there’s really no particle of sense
In an effort to keep up false pretense.

Remember, important of all, the only wealth
Is the spiritual happiness within yourself,
By having wisdom to make Islam your Deen
For Allah knows your true ways and heart Unseen.

Repaid

I see the lights on the ceiling.

I see the stars in the lights.

I see the what we once had, and what we
lost…

You see the curtains draped in front of me.

You see the sun come up alone.

You want to show me just what you can see,

and I, I turn away.

You hear my words, you hate my words, I

hate you too.

I look right at your eyes, I look right

through your eyes.

I change conversation thought for you…

I throw a look that you can’t catch from

far behind, and you, you turn away.

But don’t feel bad ’cause you do to me all

the things I do to you…

Oh My Fingers!

As usual it was raining outside
The blessed water from Allah, falling far and wide
I spent my time in my room on my computer
As usual I e-mailed to my sister.
Suddenly, there’s pain on my fingers, Yikes!
The pain won’t stop, it just continues and strikes!
I looked at my fingers, what did I see?
WORMS crawling, eating, biting looking squirmy
tearing away the flesh that I adore
My fingers are pretty no more.

Oh no! I quickly jumped from my seat
The worms take my fingers for meat!
I shook my arms, but the worms ate away,
Biting, tearing my flesh and determined to stay.

“Allah! What did I do wrong?
Why are the worms so strong?”
Then an inner voice said to me
“O Muslim, this is your tragedy.
You wasted your fingers on deeds sinfully.

Was it not you who sent the fake e-mail?
You spread rumors and forwarded tall tales.
Your fingers typed in insults towards our Muslim scholars.
You hurt their feelings and harassed the others.

You designed a web page to insult Islam.
Your fitnah are worse than drinking rum!
You even flirted with the opposite sex on cyberspace
You even used seductive words and dirty phrases!
Instead of having meaningful discussions
You come in all ready for sensations.
Have you forgotten when you die?
Your fingers bear account and they can’t lie.
Your mouth will be shut but the fingers will reveal
everything which you typed on the keyboard to kill.

Your fingers keep no secret and speak for all to know
Repent now! Stop typing insults for show!”

I said “I promise! I promise! I’ll stop it!”
Then the rain stopped the room was lit.
My ears drummed wildly, my thoughts full of fear.
When I looked at my fingers, the worms disappear….
(If you belong to the above category, repent now. For our Lord Allah knows it all.)

When I say I am Muslim

When I say
When I say

I am a Muslim
I am not shouting “down with Christians and Jews.”
I am whispering, “I seek peace”

And Islam is the path that I choose.
When I say I am a Muslim
I speak this with pride.
And confess that sometimes I stumble,
And I need Allah to be my guide.
When I say I am a Muslim
I know this makes me strong.
And in those times when I am weak,
I pray to Allah for strength to carry on.
When I say I am a Muslim
I am not boasting of success.
I’m acknowledging that Allah has rescued me,
And I cannot ever repay the debt.
When I say I am a Muslim

I am not claiming tobe perfect.
My flaws are indeed visible,
But Allah forgives because His followers are worth it.
When I say I am a Muslim
It does not mean I will never feel pain.
I still have my share of heartaches,
Which is why I invoke Allah’s name.
When I say I am a Muslim
I do not wish to judge.
I have no such authority,
My duty is to submit to Allah’s All-Encompassing love.