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...
You want something to be yours, and yet you make no effort to own it
You don't like what you have and yet you are holding unto it
By ourselves we walk into a twisted and confusing situation
Then we run around...
Assalamu alaykum!
You've been reading literary works from secular angles, what about reading works from established and growing Muslim writers from the Islamic perspective? We made a call for submission and we received quite a number of entries. The top...
People of low intelligence
You plunged into abyss of
Ignorance and barbaric behaviour
You leave the one true Lord
And worship the three fake
Man-made ones
The created idolatry
And adore a son of man
People of low intelligence
You worship men
Bow down and...
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...
When the sky cracks apart
dispersing like snowflakes.
When the stars fall on earth
like shards.
When the Sun loses its light
and the earth crumbles.
When the seas and rivers,
the oceans and lakes;
wrap into another
reduced to nothingness.
The mountains, valleys and rocks—
goes puff!
When life is...
Stop the clocks, telephones off!
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the pianos with muffled drums
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come
Let the airplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is dead!
Put the...
It was beyond her imagination that I could prefer her for a consort. She knew how deep my involvement in da'wah was, and the kind of a lady that befitted a person of my religious status, hence her worry...
.
By him in whose presence the loving pilgrims stand
Each wearing the same face of a wayfarer
- exhausted from the journey of this world -
.
There are no nameless pilgrims;
everyone has the same name in God's presence;
a sinner seeking to bask...
