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????????????

My Beloved Allah S W T

 

I turn to You alone in times of need;

To my pleadings no one else pays heed.

 

I clasp my hands and cry;

to please You I humbly try.

 

My heart is so grieved and sad;

My persihing desires make me mad.

 

Oh King of kings, I beg of You;

I’m distressed and don’t know what to do.

 

I ask You for justice today;

for everything that I, cannot say.

 

I’m grudged by this world, but You grudge me not;

Your pleasure alone, for ages I have sought.

 

Oh My Beloved! grudge me not Your gaze;

You are my obsession and my craze.

 

* You is referred to Allah SWT

Virtual World

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How this life ends in the split of a second
no time we get, our mistakes to mend.

How unaware are we of our mortality
lost are we in this world’s virtuality.

How much do we really care about our hereafter
we are lost in the creations of our Creator

How amused by this perishing world are we
we have to learn to steadfast and believe

Oh Allah (SWT) my eyes are wet and heart sore
help me Oh Allah (SWT) my faith to restore

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Mother!!

Mother is a gift of God;

Mother has faith in the Lord.

 

 

Mother can make life an eden;

Below Mother’s feet lies heaven.

 

Mother is the sign of life;

She spares life against a knife.

 

Mother dreams abouth the future;

She is indeed the best tutor.

 

Mother is protective about her child;

She won’t let any harm reach him; even mild.

 

Till mother’s there no one dares;

to give us harm anywhere.

 

Mother is the sign of love;

She passes her life very tough.

 

Mother’s hand is in building our character;

All her life she says “No Matter”.

 

Mother all night rocked our cradle;

And we grow big to stand like Bramble.

 

Mother sacrifices her life;

for her family and never sighs.

 

When she’s old and very weak;

Then we leave and for us she seeks.

 

Is it right that for us she seeks;

When in old age and very weak.

 

Always Remember that

“Below Mother’s feet lies heaven;

which can make life an eden”

I yearn to see the Green Tomb!

 

 

 

May the Peace and Blessings of Allah S W T be upon the Holy Prophet Muhammad. (read Durood shareef before reading the poem)

 

My heart yearns to see the green tomb again;

This desire is increasin; causing me pain.

 

The Land in which The Holy Prophet lay’s;

Forever, over there, I wish to stay.

 

The Heavens envy the grains of sand;

Upon which he rests, under the tomb Grand.

 

I wish to walk the land, Where his feet fell;

on that Divine land, I wish to forever dwell.

 

I’d sacrifice a thousand lives, again to see you;

and then I’d kiss my own eyes, which have seen you.

 

My heart is sad, away from you;

My heart is yearning to be with you.

 

I want to see you repeatedly, again and again;

My thirst doesn’t quench, it will forever remain.

 

 

Syed Salman Geelani Sahab DB

 

Terrorism

 

 

 

 

I know their economy is in danger;

and they are still in the 9 1 1’s anger;

but, who gave them right just let me know;

towards the Mslims to act as an avenger.

 

If they have a right over it;

Then we can also give them a blow with our fist;

For all they did, in Abu Gahrib jail;

But they’ve blinded us with the worlds mist.

 

What about the thousands killed in Afghanistan;

for no reason; but a made up yarn;

They just couldn’t see Islam prevailing;

and thus made a plot against Taleban.

 

Isn’t it terrorism in Palestine?

No! Over there its Israel so its fine;

Houses demolished and children killed;

Everybody waiting for death in a line.

 

Where Muslims are killed; its nothing at all;

But to break terrorism’s wall;

Beware, Oh Muslims! of their cunning wile;

May the wrath of the Almighty on them befall.

 

 

 

Wake Oh Muslims!

 

Wake oh Muslims! From your slumber,

Stand together, and about don’t linger,

Don’t run behind money, fame ad glamour,

For all will perish with you, forever.

Stand; oh Muslims! Stand together,

If you wish of both worlds; to be leader;

Hold onto the Quran and each other’s hand,

And you’ll be able to fight the western viper.

Prove, oh Muslims! That life doesn’t matter,

If we die for Islam; we are martyrs,

Safeguard your identity Islam oh Muslims!

And your way to heaven nothing’ll hinder.

Put away all the western cultures,

Adopt all of the Islamic features,

And then look into the eye of the west,

You’ll see how wild are those creatures.

Oh Muslims! Look at the deceits of the west,

To keep you away from Islam they’re doing their best,

Why have ye blindfolded yourself, I know not?

For, until they’ll not rotten your faith they’ll not rest.

The Muslims who are fundamentalists;

The west eyes them as terrorists,

The more they catch, the more are born,

And everyday gets longer, their wanted list.

Wake oh Muslims! For the time has come,

For you to stand and avenge some,

And make the world safe for those to come,

And show the world, that the Muslims are one.

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Taqabbal Allah minna wa minkum

Alhamdilillah ala deen Al Islam

 

 

 

 

I wanted to talk and there was no one around
it was so silent, I could hear my heart pound
I was feeling scared and worried
I wanted to scream and create some sound.

I got up and performed Ablution
slowly life seemed to be an illusion
My worries eased and i felt at peace
Allah swt was clearing away my confusion

I then recited the Quran aloud
my heart was cleared of grief’s cloud
I atlast heaved a sigh of relief
“am just a Humble Muslimah and not proud”

Islam is the real code of life
Trough it i have victored every strife
I have smiled through tears of blood
Islam has helped me cobat every knife

Alhamdulillah ala deen il Islam