Diplomatic Revenge

Dedicated to all those Muslim children who have lost their families due to the Injustice war by the non-Muslim forces (to the children of Swat, Plaestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and every other place on Earth where Muslim families are oppressed, martyred and tortured)

May ALLAh SWT bestow His blessings upon the Muslims In this time of despair – Allahumma aameeen

 

Your family was killed in an attack;

The world to you has turned its back.

 

Cry not you must, be strong young one;

You must Grow and glow to avenge some.

 

Opt not for the hilt when big you are;

Although I know time hides not the scar.

 

Kill them of fear every night and day;

Let them not ever in peace to lay.

 

Let them fall on their knees demand your head;

But their own army should by you be led.

 

Live they shouldn’t nor die at all;

Their life upon them you should make so small.

 

They’ll beg the Lord for death at last;

And they won’t be granted that fast.

 

TAqabbal Allah – Aameen

was salam

~Dooms Day~

 

The horn will be blown and we’ll depart;

From our bodies, our souls; will be ripped apart.

 

 What we never believed, we’ll then believe;

This world’ll end, we all have to leave.

 

These assets here, that we accumulate;

They in no way,our sins eradicate.

 

The luxuries of life is what we seek;

Before our desires, we are so humble and meek.

 

Are we prepared for death’s rap;

or are we holding onto desires strap?

 

Life has to one day definitely end;

we acknowledge this to be fate’s trend.

 

For acquiring this world lets not haste;

And for perishing desires, lets not our time waste.

 

Lets seek repentance as its never too late;

Our Lord’s The Most Merciful and The Most Great. 

Palestine

Black clouds of smoke rising in the sky;

Houses demolished and wounded children cry;

This is What’s happening in Palestine;

Where the Jews don’t have a pitying eye.

Young Children killed and leaders assasinated;

Silent nights, with explosives boisterated;

Not given heed; though by media Propogated;

This is the place where Terrorism initiated.

Houses razed, New communities built;

Don’t force us Muslims to opt for the hilt;

Then time will change and scenes will tilt;

Afterall; a flower in bloom; tomorrow’ll wilt.

You slay the Innocent and imprison the weak;

You harass our women and ask us not to speak;

Beware of the time; when our passions’ll reach the peak;

To kill YOU in order, avenge to seek.

Even in weak but insane;

We can cause you alot of pain;

Then your screams will be in vain;

If we unite our Land to REgain.

 

 

“Written with every blood that is not shed but with held with a desire to be shed for the purpose of avenging every drop of blood and tear you caused our families all over the world……. Today might be yours, tomorrow is OURS – InshaAllah”

~ A lonely Night~

 
Again of every drop my heart had bled
There were tears that were never shed
As i held back tears and sank in gloom
I found myself again half dead

I closed my eyes as a tear tickled down my cheek
Deep within i was breaking and growing weak
The hand of a friend had pierced my soul again
I trembled as to Allah I began to speak

Your Mercy upon me is not unknown
after the smile I had to frown
You reminded me again, Oh Lord
Man has to reap what he has sown

Should I forgive or make him pay
He is sorry that’s all he will say
But Oh Allah Tell me is it fair
everything just adds to my dismay

I cuddled myself under my tables and cried
And I cried until my tears had dried
How brutal is this world – aah
With all this I will still Abide.

My Lord you are enough for me
Let this world in their own hell be
No matter what they do or say
from your remembrance i won’t be free

All these pains you will resolve
No more in them i will involve
Its only You and Me – My Lord
Around You alone my Life will revolve.

They call themselves pious and claim so much
I claim nothing, but am only in touch
with You my Lord, alone with You
this life is not worth living as such

They blackmail me in Your religion’s name
They are yet themselves to tame
Again I feel laughed upon
Why don’t You end this Life’s game

Oh Allah as every time i have turned to You
again to day i don’t know what to do.
I see no place where there is shade
This world is a lie only You are TRUE.

I surrender my broken self to You
Please mend it as only You can do
i am crashed to uncountable pieces
Be pleased oh Lord and call me unto You!

Sayings of Hazrat Umer (May Allah SWT be pleased with him)

Ahnaf Bin Qais (May Allah SWT be pleased with him) is reported to have said that he has heard Hazrat Umer (May Allah Be pleased with him) say :

1. He who laughs more, his fear is decreased;

2. He who jokes alot, he is despised;

3. He who does a specific task more, is to gain fame in that field/task;

4. He who talks more is disgraced and defamed;

5. He who is defamed besomes shameless;

6. He who becomes shameless, loses piety;

7. He loses piety his heart becomes (spiritually) dead;

8. Whose heart becomes dead; for him the fire of hell is most suitable.

 

Taken from (Tanbeeh ul Ghafileen Mukammal pg 167)

Any mistake in translation kindly let me know as I am nothing but to ERR!

JAzak Allah khairan wa ahsnaul jaza

wa TAqabbal Allah minna wa minkum Ajmaeen

Allahumma aameen

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The Caliphs Four

My heart wonders how were those;

Who had come earlier and by Allah (SWT) chose.

 

They sacrificed their all for Islam;

Towards each other they were kind and calm.

 

They were the companions of the Holy Messenger (S A W);

For him they didn’t mind putting their all in danger.

 

Abu Bakr, Umar, Usman, Ali     (may Allah SWT bless them all)

The life of the caliphs portrays Islams reality.

 

Abu Bakr the blessed companion of the cave;

Lies next to the Prophet in his grave.

 

Umar; who was the warior brave;

Also rests next to the Prophet in his grave.

 

Usman; who was son in law twice;

Was martyred and definitely in heaven resides.

 

The youngest to accept Islam was Ali;

He was well known for his widom and piety.

 

All four are blessed and have pleased their Lord;

Those who defame them are cursed by the Lord.

(May Allah SWT be pleased by all Allahummaa aaameen)

Blessed Ramzan

We prepare ourselves through the Month of Sha’ban;

For the divine and most blessed Ramzan.

 

To suffice the month we bring in stocks;

For dawn and dusk we set our clocks.

 

In this month only our will(nafs) leads us astray

Satan is locked up and thus kept away.

 

The doors of heavens are opened assunder;

So lets submit ourselves to Allah SWT and Surrender

 

In this glorious moth, The Quran was revealed;

So lets read it and of every worry we’ll be relieved.

 

This month is all about observing piety;

not surrendering to the wills of the society.

 

May Allah SWT take us through Shaban;

and may we all avail the blessed Ramzan.

 

Allahumma aameen

Dedicated to Orphans

Blessed are we by our creator;
Who have on our heads our parents shelter.
 
We have our parents waho really care;
in this world, they ease our fare.
 
What about those little kids who have none to look up at;
No one who really cares for them and on their back pat.
 
A much tougher life; sadly they have to see;
A vacuum in their life – difficult to cease.
 
Islam teaches us to help one another;
And we can ease their life- putting our hands together.
 
Lets do the least, that we can do;
from our treasuries, spare shillings few.
 
Lets not let them take the streets;
fight for their bread in the scorching heat.
 
Lets make decent beings of them;
and help goodness; from them to stem.
 
For helping them you’ll be blessed ten fold;
and more in the hereafter that’s untold.
 
So lets do the least that we can do;
from our treasuries, spare shillings few.
 

Pakistan – The Dream Land

 

 

I found Myself lost in a land where celebrations where at heights. It was a beautiful place with a lot of hush bush. People were dressed in traditioonal clothes and chatting around in little groups at various junctions and small hotels. The land was Fertile-green, and light clouds filling the sky . I wandered around teh place for a little while; wondering where I was. The air was filled with the pure scent of freedom and innocence. After a little walk around the place I noticed a group of people staring at me, they motioned me to come to them and in a very hospitable way greeted me. 

 

“What is this place?”  I asked as i sat.

“This is the Land of Dreams”.  one person exclaimed.

“Land of Dreams !!”,  i exclaimed amusingly , I felt reckoned by the joke.

“Yes indeed” they persisted seriously; “This is Pakistan our Land of dreams”.

I waved my hand in the air and grinned “OHH! Pakistan My home land you mean.”

“Might be your Home land but our dream land” the answer was very serious and portrayed anger.

 

I was served lassi (salted Milk) with traditinal fruits. There  was a moment of silence which one man sitting in the corner broke with his thrilling voice.

“We all lived in India, and our dream was a separate nation for the Muslims.  We wanted to practise Islam, have our own community, our own Identity, Live our own traditions and practise our rituals to the fullest without having restrictions. “

A s he ended another person in the gathering spoke up:

“We didn’t want our childeren to be harassed for practising Islam. We didn’t want them to be penalised for sacrificing cattle, and our women be harassed for taking veils. We jsut had one thing on our mind ‘Our coming generations should not be suffocated just because they are practisinbg Muslims. Islam is our true identity which we have justified by sacrificng our lives, wealth and everything for it.”

This person was so excited and his eyes glistened as he spoke, so vigilant and brilliant.

 

I swallowed hard as i prefferd silence.

 

“We are Muslims and we are a nation by ever definition of the word nation”, a very calm voice attracted my attention; “Our dream land is where Islam is the code of life, No two people are differentiated because of their cast or creed. A country whose legislature is outlined as per the teachings of the Quran And Sunnah. A land where the supreme ideology is

 

‘La ilaha Il’lallah Muhammad ur rasool ul lah’   (there is no God but Allah Muhammad is the messenger of Allah )”

 

I picked my glass and gulped the whole  in one shot. They all smiled and invited me to have another glass. Their attitude was so hospitable, and their words so true, all they had totalk about was their Drem Land. I was so Awed at them and their talks.

 

 

After a couple of  serves and hospitability they returned to the topic of their dream Land.

 

“Our Dream land didnt have a name until very long Our childeren only knew that they needed a separate country for themselves, they left their toys and picked up guns, every child fought every mother send her child out to fight Just for this dream land. Its a Land of Sacrifice , A Land of Love , A Land that has Our blood in it, A land that was our dream and now a reality for the generations to come……..”

 

His words were intervened by my alarm clock ringing and i was all drowned in my own sweat.

 

Pakistan~ My home land. Wat has it become today… what have we made out of our ancestors dreams and their blood, what have we made of all their sacrifices. Is this the dream they saw…. Is this what they had fought for…. A place where people are discriminated as per their LAnguage and their casts. Is this the Pakistan where Punjabi’s, Sindhis, Mahajirs and Pathans will not sit under one roof in harmony. I was shaken and their words were ringing in my ears.

I kept on asking my self  is this the Pakistan They wanted. ….

Before partition every child chanted the slogan

 

“Pakistan Ka Matlab Kia …….. La ilaha Illlal lah”

 

now wat is the meaning of Pakistn… Now if a Muslim is Practising Islam; he is laughed upon and  the government detains him for interrogation and tortures him – calling him a terrorist… Is this the Pakistan…..

 I shivered as i thought. I got off my bed and Performed my FAjr prayers and cried for mercy and sought repentance and I asked Allah to teach us the real meaning of Pakistan … that is Islam…

 

Are we practising Islam for what we sought Pakistan ….

are we or are we Not …

 

 we have left the Islamic dress and worn the Non Islamic dress…

 where is our identity..

what is our Identity …

 we ourselves Dont know..

 what is our legislature….

 

 what have we made of the pure dream .. where is the pure scent  i smelt in my dream … where is the innocence… nowhere but replaced by betrayal and hatred

 

Time has changed and scenes have tilted, for a minute ohh Pakistani Brothers and sisters!!! sit down and think…. What will we answer our ancestors when they ask you what have you made of their dream land…. Today as we dance and celebrate our Muslim brothers and Sisters are in the custody of the Non Muslims and are being oppressed with extreme brutality , Is this wat Pakistan was supposed to be? Please ponder!!!!!…

 

Is This PAKISTAN ~ THE DREAM LAND????????????