Poems

[Farhana_faz]

Quran and the T.V guide

They lie on the table side by side
The Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.
One is well worn and cherished with pride.
Not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.

One is used daily to help folks decide.
No, not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.
As the pages are turned, what shall they see.
Oh, what does it matter, turn on the T.V.

So they open the book in which they confide.
No, not the Quran, but the T.V. Guide.

The Word of Allah is seldom read.
Maybe a verse before they fall into bed.
Exhausted and sleepy and tired as can be.
Not from reading the Quran, from watching T.V.

So then back to the table side by side,
Lie the Holy Quran and the T.V. Guide.
No time for prayer, no time for the Word,
The plan of Istiqama is seldom heard.

But forgiveness of sin, so full and free,
Is found in the Quran, not on T.V.

[Farhana_faz]

TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD

This is the story that must be told
Of an Iraqi baby, not very old
Lying in her crib on a star-lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?
She lies there quietly touching her nose
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes
Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she Talking to
someone, who could it be?
An angel is standing with her in the room. The baby is smiling,
unaware of her doom.
The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round
Then suddenly comes the most deafening sound
The ceiling drops in, in a second or two...
On her crib so she ceases to coo...
No one knows how long she lies there
Who thought about it? Doesn't anyone care? Is she alive?
Is she dead?
Is she in pain? Now that you mention it,
who knows her name?
Her name is Amel, in English we say Hope
Crushed between the rubble, her tiny fingers start to grope!
Where is my Mommy? I love her so dear.
Come get me Mommy! It's dark in here!
I'm scared and hungry and I can't see my feet,
There's blood in my mouth!
Give me something to eat!
Where is Daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breathe! Where is my mother?
How long have I been here?
Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth,
but I can't even scream!
They appear again by my side.
This time with a tear I plead...Why have I died?
Am I alone in my suffering? NO, there are many others.
In our grief and misery, we are all sisters and brothers.
Who are we, I ask you.. for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?
Is it true? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?
It is war they say, of which death is a part.
How blind they've become, how hardened of heart.
Did someone say hero?
To whom they speak?
A VICTORY CLAIMED FOR KILLING THE WEAK?!
Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!
No war has been won; no ifs, buts or maybes
For Saddam still lives: they've only killed babies..

[Farhana_faz]

Today, Tomorrow and Forever By Shazia Shad
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The clock is ticking
Every second goes by
I think of my life
The time I will die

What have I done?
Where am I going?
Is there a point?
Or is life a river flowing?

Look to tomorrow
Just an ordinary day
Turn into something
Dont let life fade away

What if u die?
What will u say?
"Oh I am sorry Allah
I didn't think i'd today"

But habits come back
Monotonous routines
Its the same everyday
All the same scenes

Sit down and think
Look on to your lord
Read through your map
And follow the right road.

[Farhana_faz]

I am a Muslim but only by Name

I am a Muslim, but only by name
When it comes to practising, what a shame!
I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie
It's alright if I occasionally lie
Yes I practise, BUT when it suits me
Or more to the point, when it pleases society.
If I show my ankles, they'll point and laugh
They'll think it's too short and reckon I'm daft.
If I trim my moustache and grow the beard
They'll reckon I'm a fanatic or something weird.
If I wear the sunnah I'll get great reward
But the Kuffaar will look down on me, that I can't afford.


Yes I'm a Muslim, but only by name
I make excuses which I admit are rather lame.
Yes I'm a sane man and I'm on the right track
Who am I kidding, I feel like a right jack!
To hide my inferiority complex I protest it's unimportant
Though my heart screams to tell me I'm a blatant fraudulent
The best thing is no-one can hear what's going on inside
People think I've got it made and with my life I'm satisfied.


But I'm afraid this is a fable and it's a pure deception
I have no peace of mind but this I daren't even mention.
If I remain ignorant it's OK, 'cos then I don't have to practise
Yes I'm conniving and these are baseless evil tactics.
But I read the Kalima and I think I have Imaan
I can't help my attitude - I was placed in a Kufrstaan.


Yes I'm a Muslim but only by name
And with my precious life I'm playing a foolish disastrous game!

[The_Oshik-kitoe]

Wonderful

Just replied to say I’ve read YOUR POEMS and think its WOUDERFUL
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You can run, but you can not hide
Everyone reads the TV guide

When I say so don’t be sad
Watching TV ain’t that bad

It may not be, like in college
But you can acquire a 'little' knowledge

So if I may say so, please be calm
It can’t do us THAT much harm.

from the student of live the Oshik-kitoe


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[BornAgainMuslim]

Assalamu alaikum

Ma sha-Allah, they are very good.

[Nur]

Salaam to all,
Mashaallah, BornAgainMusliom that comment was very good (hehehe).