To Be A Friend

Be a friend ,

Be a friend to the poor ,

To the lonely ,to the sick
Bake a cake ,

Make a call ,

Spend a day have a ball
Finding out what makes other people tick
Don’t suppose when someone’s old they don’t need a hand to hold because from one to one hundred we depend.
On some love we can share ,

On just knowing someone’s there
So be a friend be a friend , be a friend
So be a friend be a friend , be a friend lend a hand as you’re traveling life’s road
Don’t sit home on a shelf , give your time , give yourself find a way to ease someone else’s load.
Pat a back , lend an ear, share a smile ,

Wipe a tear be a dear,

You’ll spread joy with each hand that you extend and you will find when you do twice as much comes back to you .
So be a friend be a friend , be a friend
So be a friend be a friend , be a friend
There’s a world out there waiting for your touch.
And though you may be small ,

If you’ll give it your all ,the good you do can add up to very much.
While you’re strong and can give that’s the right way to live for the love that you share you only lend
When it’s all said and done someday you will need a friend
So be a friend be a friend , be a friend,….

Be a friend!

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…

Alone and Suffering

You see her standing there

The blank sonic look  on her face

You ask her what is wrong

She replies I’m fine

When in reality she is in pain

She hides the pain and hurt no one sees it

She cries herself  to sleep

In the morning she struggles her day

She has given up on ever finding a  friend

She silently prays that the pain will end

She has battled this demon that people call loneliness and depression she don’t know when

No one understands and care how she feels

She silently Prays that Allah will grant her relief

She feels isolated from the muslim community never really fitting in anywhere

Mostly she stays to herself , best thing you could do to help her is reach out offer to have tea or just talk loneliness hurts more than you know

Please do not judge her she is trying her best to survive  taking it one day at a time

Kindness and caring go along way so does saying as salam alikum sister how are you doing and actually listening because under the softly spoken I’m fine there is a catch and pause in her voice and the look in her eyes cries I’m not ok please hug me and let me know I’m not alone!

But most of the time it is ignored and she just suffers in silence alone as always

 

 

Blue Is…

Blue Is…

Blue is the ocean
Blue is the sky
Blue are the tear drops
people have cried.
Blue is a rain storm
Blue is a flavor
Blue is a summertime,
moments I savior
Blue is a friendship
Blue is a feeling
a broken heart
that’s just begun healing
Blue is the earth
Blue are the stars
Blue’s all around us
this whole world of ours

Cold Spirit

 

When winter parley promenades,and softly
settles blankets white. Then with wailing
lamenting winds,glides in gleaming
might. Shimmering, dances with
the light. The sun in reverence taking leave.
Turns his friendly face another way. Stands afar
at winter’s solstice,lonely,glinting,gliding.
Winter’s cool crisp fingers fondling earth,in
lingering love.Cradling,crafting,caressing.
Her majesty enthroned,sitting,standing
sliding,undisputed queen.Ebbing,fading,fearing spring,dreading
dying.Capitulates,comply s,dispirited,lays
her scepter down.

Its A Shame

It’s A Shame

The circle is falling round us, creatures are weeping near us,
Don’t you think it’s a shame?

growing flowers are crying, pain is crawling in the skin,
Don’t you think it’s a shame?

Materialistic things seem more important than people,
Isn’t this a shame?

casting stones, cruelty to innocence ,
whats going on in the world?

The world is changing to the worst war field ever seen to man,
Is that a shame?

It’s not the worlds fault, it’s the things that live within the world,
It’s the people.

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.

Mother Nature

Mother Nature

Moonlight sparkling on the fallen snow
Giving the night an awesome glow
All little creatures have to rest
Safely in their cozy nest
Knowing that with the coming of dawn
The countryside will have a perfect white lawn
Little tiny tracks from the snow shoe hare
Might even be some from the big brown bear
Let’s not forget the little wren
And maybe even the turkey hen
All in all what a wondrous sight
When mother nature moves in with all her might.

223 poem

 

It’s a shame that the world has to die
like a growing flower in orbit.
The delicate petals like fingers of children
that will be no more.
It’s a shame that the fallen skies
will surround the rivers with dust
and cover the seas like a woolen blanket
which has been torn in the middle
like the heart of a lost soul.
The paper is blotted,
crystal glass is shattered,
the eye of a lion gauged in a gruesome war.
Doves become black as ashes,
the purity of this earth disappeared
as a crow in the dead of night.
People create the worlds nature,
now people are destroying the nature
that creatures created.