When I was younger I thought death Embraces men with snowy hair Crumpled skins and weak bones That it was blind to the people Of my age and their age Like old age was attached to An expiry date. But...
OUR LAST BREATHE In and out it goes, with its every actions drawing us closer to reality. Look how we work so hard, sometimes forgetting about the certainty. What are we chasing for, when we don't need more. Oh! When will it be? Our last breathe that holds much more...
Hitherto, I had believed one's first love was always the truest Not until I saw your sunshine down into darkness Faded just like the smoke goes unseen and disappeared into the thin atmosphere You said you were going to take me deeper...
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  The me in me is the fragile soul that strives to be perfect. Like refining of me to meet everyone's expectations. The me in me is a tired soul that struggles to make me perfect. The me in me lives in fear...
To the woman who now seems Older And who happened to be my blessed Mother Cherishing me during the age I was Smaller And also at the moment I became Younger. Although you are not near to be a Scholar, But the display of...
They are colossal men; legends who were contemporaneous with the prophet, _Rijal and Nisa' hawla Rosul._ They bury their feet on the Prophet's trail valour sinks in their hearts as they turn their naked chests to the Prophet's shield. Therein is the warrior and wielder,...
  Looking down into the wavy ocean. Crossing over the railings of the bridge Drenched, in my ocean of tears Confused, to proceed or not Hey! thou ungrateful! Thou thinkest Allah despises you? , Alas! You thought to hang on the wire, Are your deeds enough to...
By  Deejah (Abra_Muslimah) When the flower of the day blooms And the sun peaks from its kingdom The moon running back to its empire After fully illuminating the night before The colorful birds start to chirp And the sun gradually rises Forgetting it's shyness. The cocks crow...
Death is the beginning of life In the barzakh, the afterlife Where all men shall meet Nakeer And Munkar, both rich and Faqeer The Chief Examiners in the grave Tough, straightforward and brave To answer the questions: man rabbuka? “Who is your Lord?” Then, mā dīnukā? “What...

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