Poem: Muslim Only by Name

I am a muslim but only by name when it comes to practicing, what a shame! I go to friends and relatives in suit and tie it’s all right if i occasionally lie. Yes i practice but when it suits me more to the point ,when it pleases...
Aren’t I doing a mistake intentionally, By living my life as if I were to live eternally, When death would take place eventually? Indeed, I am doing a mistake intentionally, By deceiving myself mentally and spiritually, When death is a part of reality. How foolish...
Oh Allah ! I told You I’m in pain You said: “do not despair of the mercy of Allah.” (Quran 39:53) I told You nobody knows what is in my heart You said: “Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest.” (Quran...
In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful Have a reflection upon your very essence Love of the world hands just a dire sentence And wrath to the esteemed viceroy on earth Only in Allah’s obedience lies the true worth His pleasure the...
What a year was 570 AD A person was born, a prophet to be Muhammed (ﷺ) that was his name People were misguided and that’s when he came He would go on to leave all the idols behind He is an example to the...
To me, it seems life is a constant battle between two forces. The political, moral and intellectual crisis that seem to have befallen us seem to be nothing contemporary. Had the wise King Solomon not said nothing is new under...
LADAYNA MAZEED (A collection of poems in commemoration of Eidul Adha, 1441AH) In the name of Allah; The Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful. May His peace and blessings be upon the noblest of mankind; Muhammad (Peace and blessings of Allah be...
As we head towards the grave Hands of the earth ready to Embrace us As we are heading into the pages of history Mouths of others waiting to mark our remembrance As we go into an empire of loneliness From the rain, No shelter No...
SURVIVING All night long The thoughts that flew around Traveling galaxies, The cloudy cover that's overwhelmed my heart, Thinking about the day of Reckoning Thou could not help but be gripped in the fear, The fear of the mightiness of this day Thinking to a while back,...
Gone are the days; when Adhan would be made, while dribbling the ball, flaunting our step-over skills, A call to sucess; we were heedless to, until satisfaction is done to the blazing love of the pitch. Gone are the days; when we would sleep all night, caressing...

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