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Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it's too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?



Ibn Hazm Poem 
I say to my soul, "Crystal-clear, not at all obscure.
The fact is that all people are born to die,
Being the sons of others who were born to die.
Keep yourself well away from anything that may disgrace you;
Refuse all lusts; lust is the key that opens the gate to disaster.
I have observed that lust is easy and sweet at the beginning but
bitter at the end and hard to negotiate.
No matter what the pleasure, they are all followed by death,
even if a man lived twice as long as Noah, the son of Lamech.
Do not be tempted by the attractions of this world wich will
only last for a short time;
Death always hovering near us, warning us that this world
will pass away.
It is not possible to rise above the attractions of this world unless
you start by being greatly attached to it and have many possessions.
Many have already attempted to rise above the world but their minds
are still firmly fixed on it.
A man who renounces hopes and pride in an empty world
wich has been sucked dry
Is not like one who leaves it when it is like a milch cow
with heavy udders.
A man who remembers the things that he shall receive in the world to come,
desiring them with a lover's passion and a holy mind,
Is most worthy in Paradise where he shall be furnished with a footstool
and canopy.
Anyone who has a certain knowledge of his own desires will see that
everything in other people's hands is
mean and insignificant.
Anyone who has a sure knowledge of God would never disobey His
commandments even if he were given all the kingdoms of the world.
The best of all ways in life is the way of piety and
asceticism and the person who chooses this way is wise and the best of
But anyone who misses this path will find himself always in
And have no enjoyment from his life, since he has not obeyed the commandment to be pious.
Paradise is for those who march towards it light in spirit and
virtuous in character.
They are purged of the soul's grudges and have been granted the privilege of feeling as powerful as kings and as carefree as beggars.
They lived as they wished, and they died as they desired,
And they won a lasting abode wich is spacious and blessed.
They disobeyed the call of their bodies in every aspect of pleasure,
lit by their spirit wich dispelled the darkness of strong lusts.
Were it not for their mortal bodies one might think they
were living the life of angels.
O God, grant them the best position and increase their goodness;
Shower them with mercy wherever they are and bless them.
If people thought deeply about the reason for their creation,
nobody alive would laugh."
The heart refrained from amusement and pleasure,
It abstained in its appetite for love and liquor,
It did not desire to drink wine, nor to hunt gazelle.
The time had come for the heart to awaken and cast
away the covering veils of darkness;
Its attention was drawn away from all that it usually
admired from fear of the day when God will reveal all secrets.
O soul! Work hard, gird your loins,
Abdandon the empty quest of lust wich exhausts you.
Hasten towards salvationh and work to be delivered from
passion's anxiety and eternal punishment.
It is possible that I may be victorious and escape from
its flames and hardship.
You trifler! Time is rushing past,
Are you not afraid of the pain of destrcution?
After all the admonishments, it should be enough for
you just to see
The amazing invention of Time and what it does to people.
Abdandon the place that provides no reliable pleasures.
Do not worry about gaining money wich is only
bringing ridicule upon you; in this world
No one is so sure-footed that he never slips;
The world is taken from under his feet and he is left
in his misery.
Anyone who knows God in the real sense will refrain
from disobeying Him,
And the fear of God will be deeply seated in his heart.
The transitory world is not like the everlasting one,
And true piety is not like an assumed garment.
A pious man is not like the impious.
True words are different from lies.
Even if we feel secure from God's punishmnet,
And have no fear of His Anger, or of the hellfire
wich He created
For wrongdoers who tell lies and amass sins,
Obedience to God should still be incumbent on us
and help to beat back the temptations of lusts.
We have seen how the world treats its own.
It is like fire making ashes.
How many of those who wear out their bodies in
the service of God
And found their pleasure in hardship and trouble
such as no one would wish upon himself.
a man working hard to snatch the rosebuds of this
world is suddenly snatched by death and loses everything.
How many who achieved their desires, captured
good things they longed for,
Then found themselves facing what they always feared.
A man striving his hardest after his desires may in
fact be chasing his own ruin.
Sometimes when we see someone at the peak of society,
the next moment we see him brought low,
Having lost all his position and ranking,
Like a field of strong wheat, ready for harvesting,
suddenly trampled underfoot.
How many there are who nearly kill themselves from
longing and lusting after some rapidly disappearing object.
Is this not a wonderful word of warning to the wise,
confirming the merit of their way of life?
Hellfire awaits the wrongdoer if he turns aside from
the right path.
In the day of final reckoning, Allah will expose him and
reveal all his secrets.
As for those whom God has favoured with unending mercy
and ever increasing bounties,
But from ignorance they have missed misused God's gifts in
ways that are condemned by the holy books,
Do they not deserve God's punishments on the Day of
To be cast into His wrath and fire?
Give thanks to the Lord God whose gentle might works
in us as near as the jugular vein,
Who has sustained all the people who have ever lived
in this world, wether Arabs or not,
And praise be to Allah for the favours He bestowed on us,
Who is the master of time and its vicissitudes.
He subjected to us earth and heaven and whatever is in the air,
the water and stars.
Listen (to Allah) and leave the sinner in his sin, for
each of us must carry his own load.
This mortal world that gives us such lovely things
always takes them back again.
We flourish in our prime, then wither away and decay.
Can a prudent man wish for anything so shortlived
And always followed by death?
How can eyes enjoy one hour of sleep
When they have observed the transience of everything?
How can the soul settle in a place known to be transitory?
How can it find time on earth to think when it does
not know where it will be after death?
How can it feel secure in a stronghold wich can be
One hour of pleasure leads the ill doer to the eternal
The soul is constantly goaded towards a destination
It gave no thought to.
The soul was created for one purpose and yearns after
a different one;
it does not know where its true happiness lies,
And chases after the wrong goal.
It rushes towards something that will eventually
torture it,
And has no thought for God's punishment.
It neglects her obligations towards God;
It busies itself with trifling things.
An arrogant ruler goes too far in oppressing his
Blind to the fate that awaits his soul, happily working
towards its ruin,
Turned away from all that would bring true success.
His soul turns away from God's guidance and chases
the elusive pleasures of this world.
Wake up, arrogant people, and hasten back to God!
God has an abode full of unending fire.
Do not choose transitory things and lose something
that lasts forever.
A man chooses and thereby reveals the strength of his

Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.

Remember Just Remember
By Anonymous

When things are down
And you are out of your mind
Remember just remember

Allah is The Kind.

When your life is in darkness
And nothing is right
Remember just remember

Through the darkness Allah is The Light.

When nothing makes sense
And your heading for demise
Remember just remember

It doesn't make sense, but Allah is The Wise.

When times are troubled
And no one seems to care
Remember just remember

Allah won't hurt you, He is The Fair.

When your heart is breaking
And your pain makes you fall
Remember just remember

Allah Sees it all.

When you are weak
And the road seems long
Remember just remember

Seek strength from The Strong.

When life is a burden
And everything is unstable
Remember just remember

Allah is The Able.

When the way is cloudy
And there is no one by your side
Remember just remember

Allah is The Only Guide.

When no one wants to listen
Or is willing to lend an ear
Remember just remember

Allah is always ready to hear.

When you are poor and penniless
And you are stuck in a niche
Remember just remember

Allah is The Rich.

When you are down in your misery
And there is nowhere to run
Remember just remember

You can always run to The One.

When your all alone
And your pain has no end
Remember just remember

Allah is your Friend.

And when your scars are hurting
And your heart is in fear
Remember just remember

Allah is really here.

Love of Allah
The love of the Beloved
must be unconditionally returned.

If you claim love
yet oppose the Beloved,
then your love is but a pretence.
You love the enemies of your Beloved
and still seek love in return.

You fight the beloved of your Beloved.
Is this Love or the following of shaytaan?
True devotion is nothing
but total submission
of body and soul
to One Love.

We have seen humans claim to submit,
yet their loyalties are many.

They put their trust here, and their hope there,
and their love is without consequence.

The voyage Home
Hashim bin Ambia

For too long, we have been adrift on the open sea.
Far, far away from home.
Unprepared, we are humiliated by these storms.
Our small boat, sails broken, a victim to the winds

Cross currents, too strong for our thin arms.
Waves, soaring higher than our humble hope.
Our heads, bowed even before defeat.
Our damning eyes, avoiding one anothers'
Our souls, as wild and sometimes as lonely as the open sea.

Let us cease to curse nature.
Abusing our lips, with one anothers' names.
Let us mend this broken boat,
this broken sail,
this broken soul.

Let us harness the wind.
Make use of the currents.
With faith and sweat, set sail to our land of the Qur'an and Sunnah.
Amidst this storm, let us begin the voyage home.

The Rose

What Allah said to the Rose

And caused it to laugh in full blown beauty,

He said to my heart

And made it a hundred times more beautiful


A poem of the soul
al Ghazzali

Much I have strained to make my soul obey,
But for whose sin I had not gone astray;
When I would be obedient, it was faint
And showed a strange distaste and unrestraint.
I wrestled with my soul as with a foe,
It bidding me to err, I saying no;
We were as ancient enemies at large.
I put on patience, to withstand its charge;
With troops of tempting it came forth to fight -
What patience could withstand such reckless might? -
Which gave it courage when its courage quailed,
And reinforcement when its forces failed.
Now I succeed, now it, in the affray;
Yet, when we meet, it ever wins the day.
I love it well, but it opposes me
As if I held it not in amity;
It is an enemy I cannot hate,
A memory I can ne'er obliterate.
Blindly it swims upon its sinful sea,
Clutching the hems of its iniquity;
I greatly fear, it it doth still rebel,
Its ruin in this life and, after, Hell!
Wherefore, O Lord, bring its repentance near
And wash away its sins in founts of fear.
If Thou, my God, its chastener shoudst be,
O whither shall it look for clemency?
Be Gracious then, and all its sins forgive;
Thou art its Lord, for through Thee it doth live.

Let go of your worries

and be completely clear-hearted,

like the face of a mirror

that contains no images.

If you want a clear mirror,

behold yourself

and see the shameless truth,

wich the mirror reflects.

If metal can be polished

to a mirror-like finish,

what polishing might the mirror

of the heart require?

Between the mirror and the heart

is this single difference:

the heart conceals secrets,

while the mirror does not.





Sometimes in order to help He makes us cry
Happy the eye that sheds tears for His sake
Fortunate the heart that burns for His sake
Laughter always follow tears
Blessed are those who understand
Life blossoms wherever water flows
Where tears are shed divine mercy is shown

Sahabi Bilal’s (ra) Sabr

Ahad, Ahad !!

Why shed these tears of sorrow?
Why shed these tears of grief?
Ya nafsy how soon you forget,
After trials come sweet relief

Why turn you from Ar-Rahman?
Why yearn for a listening friend?
Ya nafsy, do you not remember,
On ALLAH (SWT), you must depend?

Have you not read those stories,
Of the trials in days gone by,
Of the Sahabi beloved by ALLAH (SWT),
Who for ALLAH (SWT)’s cause did strive?

Why loosen your hold upon him?
Why fling away, His outstretched Hand?
Ya nafsy, do you not remember,
Bilal's Sabr on the blazing sand?

"Ahad! Ahad!" He cried,
While his flesh did drip and burn.
"Ahad! Ahad!" He cried,
To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned.

Have you forgotten the firmness of Hamza,
As the gleaming swords did fall?
With Sabr he turned to ALLAH (SWT),
As the Quraish did slice and maul.

Why drown in salty tear drops?
How can you dare compare your pain?
To that of Yasir and Summayah,
As they lay tortured on the scorching plain?

Have you forgotten the charring of Khabbab,
As on burning coals he lay?
Ya nafsy how meagre your suffering,
Wherefore do you lose your way?
Why befriend you not Al-Wali?
Why not in Salat to Him complain?
Like Job who only to Allah,
Turned in all his grief and pain?
Forget you that trials in this life,
Cleanse your heart and make it clean?
Ya nafsy, why all this sadness?
Do you not wish your heart to gleam?

Be patient in all your hardships,
ALLAH (SWT) hears your cries of woe.
So trust Him and His Hikma,
For He knows best and not you.

So tighten your hold upon him,
Lest He withdraw His outstretched Hand!
And remember the example of Bilal,
As he lay anchored on the blazing sand.

"Ahad! Ahad!" he cried,
While his flesh did drip and burn.
"Ahad! Ahad!" he cried,
To ALLAH (SWT) alone he turned.

My Jihad

by Wafiya

As i get ready to go into the outside world
I look in the mirror
What do i see?
My beauty
Then i slip on the hijab
I cover my outer beauty
So you take a look at my inner beauty
I step into the cruel and unjust society
of this "free" country
i look at avoiding eyes and stares
i hear whispering from every side
i think to myself "i am not here to please everyone"
i am here to please Allah
then i hold my head with the hijab high
Allah has chosen this jihad for me to overcome
yes this is my jihad

Hope is such a small word that grows from such emotion
We find Hope in such strange places and
under such bizarre circumstances
It will find us when we have long given up our search
We find it when we stop and allow it to come into our hearts
Hope is sometimes all we have left
Hope is sometimes all that keeps us from
losing our minds and following a misguided path
It lights our life's journey so as to keep us from harm
Hope will be mankind's stronghold onto life
as it keeps even the weakest of us
strong in life's harshest hours
Hope as once again grown in my heart as
these words have grown from tears of
frustration and pain
When you think that Hope has gone, stop,
for it has not given up on you,
we have given up on ourselves
As the tears fall, as life seems to be out of your control,
give Hope its due and let it find you
and bring you a brighter tomorrow
out of the ashes of today...

As Long As You Are Not Angry With Me Then I Do Not Care

A poem by British political prisoner, Babar Ahmad

As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care
For me is the model of Musab bin Umayr
The best dressed man in the city
But that was for him a state of pity
Until there came to him the Message
All did he leave of his privilege
For the sake of Allah and His Beloved

As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care
For I think of Bilal when his chest was bare
On the burning sand did they make him lie
Until he thought he was going to die
They crushed him with rocks in the blazing sun
And begged him to reject the Almighty One
But never did he give in to the wicked

As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care
I remember Khabbaab when they pulled his hair
In the blacksmiths of his evil mistress
With burning rods did she cause him distress
She twisted his neck and burnt his skin
Until his fat dripped into a tin
But he remained firm to his belief as long as he lived

As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care
For I picture Khubaib when he was there
Tied and bound to an immovable tree
With no chance of him being free
Their spears and arrows did they fling
Yet grapes to him did his Lord bring
Until his noble soul was lifted

As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care
I think of Yasir, Sumaiyah and their heir
Even when placed on sizzling ember
None but their Lord did they remember
Patience you all when paying this price
Indeed your abode is Paradise
As a reward for all that you did.

As long as You are not angry with me, then I do not care
My example is Your Beloved when struck from the rear
By the sticks and stones of Taif's crowd
Yet he did cry in a voice so loud:
"O Lord! Forgive my people for they do not know,"
And even thought I am feeling so low...
As long as You are not angry with me, then I do not care.


Learn to call on Allah,
In the dark,
While Riding on a bus,
Or sitting in a park
Learn to do it when,
Alone in a room,
Or staying up late,
Staring at the moon
And if someone boasts about,
What he did for Allah,
And asks you to tell him,
What you did for Allah
Just Say, "Why should I tell you"
If I did it for Allah?"





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