If we have to fight,
for our right,
We will hold on tight,
To our gun,
We won't run
Our help comes from high above the sky,
Even higher than fighter jets can fly,
It only takes a nod,
From our God,
The super powers will grumble,
When they see themselves crumble,
Like we have seen in the past,
Worldly super powers don't last,
Than you will see God's power,
He, his love will shower,
All will live in ease,
All will live in peace,
Please don't fear,
Inshallah the time is near,
Just keep praying to God,
For that one nod.
The Sahabah
What do you think about us?
We think you are a good example to follow,
What do you say about us?
We say everything you do is honest,
What do you see about us?
We see Allah's fear in your actions,
What do you feel about us?
We feel our lives are safe in your presence,
What do you know about us?
We know that there's no worldly power to beat you,
What do you do about us?
We do everything possible to let you stay in power,
You are true Muslimeen, You are truly the prophet's companions,
You are truly Allah's chosen people.
When You Look At Me
What do you see when you look at me
Do you see someone limited, or someone free
All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can't see my hair
Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated
They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain 'free'
Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused
They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn't my choice
They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged
All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above
On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules
Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty
See I have declined from being a guy's toy
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy
Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren't busy looking at my behind
Hooded girls are the ones really helping the muslim cause
The role that we play definitely deserves applause
I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my sight
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility
In the back of their mind they wish they were me
We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt
So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated
We are the ones that are free and pure
We're free of STD's that have no cure
So when people ask you how you feel about tha hood
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good' ;)
Death is Certain
This is a tale of an average man,
Who acts contrary to Allah's Plan,
If you are reflected herein,
Then repent, and commit no sin.
It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door,
"Who is There?" the sleeping one cried,
"I'm Izrael, let me inside."
At once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweating in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife,
"Don't let him take away my life."
"Please go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone I am not ready yet.
My family on me depend,
Give me chance, O please perpend!"
The Angel knocked again and again,
"Friend! I will take your life without a pain.
It's your soul that Allah doth require
I come not with my own desire."
Bewildered, the man began to cry,
"O Angel! I am so afraid to die.
I will give you gold, and be your slave,
Don't send me to the unlit grave."
"Let me in, O Friend!", the Angel said,
"Open the door, get up from your bed,
If you do not allow me in,
I will walk through it like a Jinn"
The man held a gun in his right hand,
Ready to defy the Angel's stand.
"I will point my gun towards your head,
If you dare come in, I will shoot you dead."
By now, the Angel was in the room,
Saying, "O friend prepare for your doom.
Foolish man, Angels never die,
Put down your gun and do not sigh."
"Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,
To die according to Allah's plan?
Come, smile at me, do not be grim,
Be happy to return to Him."
"O Angel! I bow my head in shame,
I had no time to recite Allah's name,
From morn' till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my health."
"Allah's commands, I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
A Ramadhan came, a Ramadhan went,
But no time had I to repent."
"The Hajj was already farz on me,
but I would not part with my money.
All charities, I did ignore.
Taking usury more and more."
"Some time I sipped my favorite wine,
with flirting women I sat to dine.
O Angel I appeal to you,
Spare my life for a year or two.
"The laws of the Quran I will obey,
I will begin Salaat this very day,
My fast and Hajj I will complete,
and keep away from self conceit.
"I will refrain from usury,
and give all my wealth to charity.
Wine and wenches I will detest,
Allah's oneness I will attest."
"We Angels do what Allah demands,
We can not go against his commands.
Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, Mother, Daughter or son."
"I'm afraid, this moment is your last.
Now be reminded, more of your past.
I do understand your fears,
But it is now too late for tears."
"You lived in this world, two score or more,
Never did you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away."
"Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims,
You made your children non-Muslim."
"You ignored the Muezzin's Azaan,
Nor did you read the Holy Quran.
Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting friends and causing strife."
"From hoarded goods, great profits you made,
And your poor workers, you underpaid.
Horses and cards were your leisure,
Money making was your pleasure."
"You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
with the very poor and sick, you never sat.
A pint of blood you never gave,
which could a little baby save."
"O human, you have done enough wrong,
You bought properties for a song.
When the farmers appealed to you,
You did not have mercy, 'tis true."
"Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
Undoubtedly you will dwell in Hell.
There's no time for you to repent,
I'll take your soul, for which I am sent."
The ending, however, is very sad,
Eventually the man became mad.
With a cry he jumped out of bed,
And suddenly, he fell dead.
O Reader, take a moral from here,
Never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends,
For heaven on your deeds depends.
To: Western Woman
When you look at me
All you can see
Is the scarf that covers my hair.
My words you can't hear
Because you're too full of fear,
Mouth gaping, all you can do is stare.
You think it's not my own choice,
In your own "Liberation" you rejoice.
You're so thankful that you're not me.
You think I'm uneducated,
Trapped, oppressed and subjugated.
You're so thankful that you are free.
But western woman you've got it wrong-
You're the weak and I'm the strong,
For I've rejected the trap of Man.
Fancy clothes-low neck, short skirt,
These are devices for pain and hurt,
I'm not falling for that little plan.
Always jumping to the male agenda,
Competing on his terms.
No job share, no creche facilities,
No feeding and nappy changing amenities.
No time off for menstrual pain-
"Hormones" they laugh. "What a shame."
No equal pay for equal skill-
Your job they can always fill.
No promotion unless you're sterilized.
No promotion unless you're sexually terrorised.
And is this liberation?
I'm a person with ideas and thought,
I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.
I won't decorate anyone's arm,
Nor be promoted for my charm.
There's more to me than playing coy.
Living life as a balancing game-mother,
Daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover-
And still bring hom a wage.
Who thought up this modern "Freedom"?
Where man can love 'em and man can leave 'em?
This is not free but life in a cage.
Western woman you can have your life
Mine-it has less strife.
I cover and I get respected
Surely that's to be expected-
For I won't demean the feminine
I won't live to a male criterion.
I dance to my own tune,
And I hope you see this very soon,
For your own sake-wake up and use your sight!
Are you so sure that you are right?
I wonder........................
If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) visited you, just for a day or two
If he came unexpectedly, I wonder what you would do?
Oh I know you would give your nicest room,
to such an honored guest
And you would surely serve him, your very very best.
You would be your finest, cause you're glad to have him there
That serving him in you're home, would be a joy without compare.
But when you see him coming, would you meet him at the door
With your arms outstretched in welcome,
for your respected visitor.
Or would you run to change your clothes, before you let him in
And hide some magazines to put the Quran, where they had been?
Would you still watch those movies, on your TV set
Or would you switch it off, before he gets terribly upset.
Would you turn off the radio, and hope that he had not heard
And wish that you did not sing, that song word by word?
Would you hide your worldly things,
and instead take the Hadith books out
Could you let him walk right in, or would you rush about?
And I wonder...if the Prophet (SAW) spent, a day or two with you
Would you go on doing the things, that you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things, that you always say
Would life for you continue, as it does from day to day.
Would your family conversations, keep up their usual pace
And would you find it hard at each meal, to say a table grace?
Would you keep up each and every prayer,
without putting on a frown
And would you always jump up early, to say your Fajr at dawn?
Would you sing the songs you always sing,
and read the books you read
And let him know the things on which,
your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take the Prophet (SAW) with you,
everywhere you plan to go?
Or would you maybe change your plans, just for a day or so?
Would you be glad to have him meet, your very closest friends
Or, would you hope they stay away, until his visit ends?
Would you be glad to have him stay, forever on and on
Or would you sigh with great relief, when at last he has gone.
It might be interesting to know,
the things that you would really do
If Prophet Muhammad (SAW) came, to spend some time with you.
Faithful star
Once I looked up to the sky
in the night and I saw
bright star sparkling there
in the darkness of the night
and I said who are you?
what are you doing over there
tell me please,
tell me who put you over there
she looked down at me
with a smile on her face
like a rose in the shadow of the bush
little one don't you know?
why it is that I am standing over here?
it is Allah who made me
and made you and the earth
then I said pretty one
tell me please tell me how
how to be just like you
very pure, very high, very nice
once again pretty face shined again
little one listen well
little one take good care
fear Allah every where
worship him night and day
then I said pretty face pray for me to Allah
I thank you pretty face
I love you for your care
Migration
When the prophet immigrated
he was calling for Allah
no hot desert, no cold night
manage to stop that holly man
when the faithful Abu-baker
was his help along the way
don't you wary, don't be sad
Allah never turned them down
they carried on until the end
until Islam had dominated
it is a journey of its kind
it changed the history of mankind
praise be to Allah
he gives victory to Islam
love
I love Allah and the prophet
and the sahaba and my parents
all my brothers, all my sisters
who love Allah and the prophet
O' you muslims love each other
pray to Allah, pray together
don't follow the shaitan
remember the Quran
who teaches you to love each other
Allah tells us we are brothers
like a bunch of beautiful flowers
that is the way to become pious
Celebrating the conviction of our Muslim sisters.
No longer shackled by the oppression
of miniskirts and see-thru shirts,
my sisters stand proud.
Covered by cloth and more so by conviction
submission to Allah, they stand apart from the crowd.
The taunts, the jeers, the stares, the leers
Never fazing or dissuading them from following the deen.
Real women they be, the epitome of femininity
strong, secure, complete human beings.
Not slaves to the world of fashion
which is always askin'
for women to dress in as less as they can.
Their hijab is for the sake of Allah
in imaan and taqwa
they refuse to be objectified by man.
Such are my sisters in Islam.
