He was just not only a human beingin the darkness of this world he was the light chosen by Allah to be the final guide his memory is preserved because of the message he carried inside the final prophet muhammad's* world was not so different to the one we face with endless volumes written about him in these times, I ask myself why not tear out a few pages and implement something worthwhile in my life Sometimes I cry at the thought of the young the messenger* himself was an orphan now there's over a billion muslims yet kids are still parentless within his nation Shattered lives before they fully got to develop their mindsscarred by the thought of where their parents are gonedue to the worlds failures I wonderwhat the Prophet Muhammad* would have done Allah knows that hearts are screaming for a changethe same one that came 1400 years ago in one man when the rich were getting richer and the poor were poorer he stood strong against the Quraysh Now that materialism is a way of life so is depression,adultery & mass murder and suicide we all being fooled by the media machine showing the dominance of the white house along with America's riches But the truth is a wave of anti-religion spreads in its streetsthe american satanic system got 40% living in poverty, in shanti towns next to train tracks and under bridges So the next time you see in the streets someone sleeping on the floor remember the prophet* himself was poor but we hesitate to run towards goodness due to our ego we're in a boxing match with shaytaan who's leaving us in stitches In this darkness its really hard to do things rightwith guns in the streets and a war in the middle easti wonder what it would be like if the final messenger* was alive The rising gang culture is no different to the arab tribes and yet there was room for peace to be sown The feuding, the cursing, the war between west and east coastcould have been intellectually solved just like how the prophet* dealt with the issue of the blackstone but about that part of his life, thats not known thats not propogated the media are trying to marry islam to terrorism portraying islam as a religion of hatred that came in the arab landin the daybreak of what could have been a civil warhe came with the clarity of thought preaching Allah is one alongwith the brotherhood of man thus sparing alot of bloodshed but the media are like vultures creating fictional characters like superman, batman No! the world had only had 1 outstanding hero his name was Muhammad* * = Sallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, 28 April 2007
Monday, 19 February 2007
Don't say you're not important
Don't say you're not Important
It simply isn't true,
The fact that you were born,
Is proof, God has a plan for you.
The path may seem unclear right now,
But one day you will see,
That all that came before,
Was truly meant to be.
God wrote the book that is your life,
That's all you need to know.
Each day that you are living,
Was written long ago.
God only writes best sellers
,So be proud of who you are,Y
our character is important,
In this book you are the Star.
Enjoy the novel as it reads,
It will stand throughout the ages,
Savor each chapter as you go,
Taking time to turn the pages.
Source
It simply isn't true,
The fact that you were born,
Is proof, God has a plan for you.
The path may seem unclear right now,
But one day you will see,
That all that came before,
Was truly meant to be.
God wrote the book that is your life,
That's all you need to know.
Each day that you are living,
Was written long ago.
God only writes best sellers
,So be proud of who you are,Y
our character is important,
In this book you are the Star.
Enjoy the novel as it reads,
It will stand throughout the ages,
Savor each chapter as you go,
Taking time to turn the pages.
Source
Sunday, 18 February 2007
The Dark Night by Babar Ahmed
The Dark Night
By Babar Ahmad
The night is dark and there’s no sign of light.
The tunnel is long and there’s no end in sight.
The road is thorny and the path is steep,
There’s no time to rest and no time to sleep.
The air is thin and the rope is tight,
There isn’t much energy left to fight.
The ocean is deep and the brine is cold,
The lifeboats of rescue have all been sold.
The forest is thick and full of peril,
At every turn are snares of the devil.
Seething serpents in every crevice,
Snarling hisses full of menace,
With crocodile tears and a stiff upper lip,
And venomous bites that cause steel to rip,
With fake smiles and eloquent words,
As sweet as nightingale singing birds,
With shiny suits and well-groomed hair,
They entice victims into their lair.
The world is ruled by crocodiles and snakes.
The world is ruled by frauds and fakes.
Diversity and multiculturalism,
(Are just fancy words for state racism).
Fairness and honour are things now extinct,
Justice and power are two things distinct.
Power corrupts and gets to the head,
It enters the blood and turns gold into lead.
Years without trial incarceration,
In what is supposed to be a great nation!
The rule of law and human rights,
Have melted away into silent nights.
Those who claim moral superiority,
Only instil hatred into the minority.
Those who care fear more for themselves,
And thus leave their values on the bookshelves.
So where are the bearers of valour and nobility?
Where are those who stand tall in adversity?
Where are the men who stood up to power?
And dismiss the urge to hide and cower?
Where are the men who have a conscience?
Why don’t they put an end to this nonsense?
Where are the knights and where are the scholars?
Who worry about more than their pennies and dollars?
Why do they fear to correct that which is wrong,
Then justify it with words that are so long?
If they can’t walk the walk, they shouldn’t talk the talk,
But sit at the table with their knife and fork.
How can it be that men are born free,
Yet they prefer to live in slavery?
Grovelling and bowing to the snakes on thrones,
Slavering away until they turn into bones.
But what good is there in a life of disgrace,
Where every second is spent saving face?
What is in the dark must come to light,
All then their lies will be swept out of sight.
For truth is a stallion that never fails its master,
If it is suppressed it gallops even faster.
The victims of injustice are thorns in the side
,Like bleeding arteries they never subside.
Until the oppressed are returned their dues,
Their plights will remain headline news.
The Day is approaching in which tyrants will weep,
As they have sown so shall they reap.
That is the Day: Judgement Day,
When the One Most High will have His Say.
The night is dark but it will soon be dawn,Since the noose is tight so shall it be torn.
The night is dark but it will soon be dawn,
And there a new era….shall be born.
By Babar Ahmad
The night is dark and there’s no sign of light.
The tunnel is long and there’s no end in sight.
The road is thorny and the path is steep,
There’s no time to rest and no time to sleep.
The air is thin and the rope is tight,
There isn’t much energy left to fight.
The ocean is deep and the brine is cold,
The lifeboats of rescue have all been sold.
The forest is thick and full of peril,
At every turn are snares of the devil.
Seething serpents in every crevice,
Snarling hisses full of menace,
With crocodile tears and a stiff upper lip,
And venomous bites that cause steel to rip,
With fake smiles and eloquent words,
As sweet as nightingale singing birds,
With shiny suits and well-groomed hair,
They entice victims into their lair.
The world is ruled by crocodiles and snakes.
The world is ruled by frauds and fakes.
Diversity and multiculturalism,
(Are just fancy words for state racism).
Fairness and honour are things now extinct,
Justice and power are two things distinct.
Power corrupts and gets to the head,
It enters the blood and turns gold into lead.
Years without trial incarceration,
In what is supposed to be a great nation!
The rule of law and human rights,
Have melted away into silent nights.
Those who claim moral superiority,
Only instil hatred into the minority.
Those who care fear more for themselves,
And thus leave their values on the bookshelves.
So where are the bearers of valour and nobility?
Where are those who stand tall in adversity?
Where are the men who stood up to power?
And dismiss the urge to hide and cower?
Where are the men who have a conscience?
Why don’t they put an end to this nonsense?
Where are the knights and where are the scholars?
Who worry about more than their pennies and dollars?
Why do they fear to correct that which is wrong,
Then justify it with words that are so long?
If they can’t walk the walk, they shouldn’t talk the talk,
But sit at the table with their knife and fork.
How can it be that men are born free,
Yet they prefer to live in slavery?
Grovelling and bowing to the snakes on thrones,
Slavering away until they turn into bones.
But what good is there in a life of disgrace,
Where every second is spent saving face?
What is in the dark must come to light,
All then their lies will be swept out of sight.
For truth is a stallion that never fails its master,
If it is suppressed it gallops even faster.
The victims of injustice are thorns in the side
,Like bleeding arteries they never subside.
Until the oppressed are returned their dues,
Their plights will remain headline news.
The Day is approaching in which tyrants will weep,
As they have sown so shall they reap.
That is the Day: Judgement Day,
When the One Most High will have His Say.
The night is dark but it will soon be dawn,Since the noose is tight so shall it be torn.
The night is dark but it will soon be dawn,
And there a new era….shall be born.
Friday, 9 February 2007
A poem by Babar Ahmad
Where Would I Be Without The Quran?
A Poem By Babar Ahmad
Date: 21-Sep-2004
Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I be guided?
Would I be strong?
Would I be protected from evil and wrong?
Would I hear my Creator’s Words?
Would I hear Him describe the birds?
Would I know the stories of the old?
Would I realise their worth in gold?
Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I find safety when others fear?
Would I find peace whilst sitting here?
Would I be happy when others are sad?
Would I be protected from going mad?
Would I be patient when things get tough?
Would I be firm when the seas are rough?
Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I get to know the One above?
Would I increase for him my love?
Would I be aware of the Day to come?
Would I value what is worthless to some?
Would I be able to sleep at night?
Would I be able to see with His light?
Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I have examples to follow?
Would I rejoice when others are in sorrow?
Would I have fear of the Burning Fire?
Would I be at the bottom of the sea, And have hope, that one day, my Lord will release me?
A Poem By Babar Ahmad
Date: 21-Sep-2004
Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I be guided?
Would I be strong?
Would I be protected from evil and wrong?
Would I hear my Creator’s Words?
Would I hear Him describe the birds?
Would I know the stories of the old?
Would I realise their worth in gold?
Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I find safety when others fear?
Would I find peace whilst sitting here?
Would I be happy when others are sad?
Would I be protected from going mad?
Would I be patient when things get tough?
Would I be firm when the seas are rough?
Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I get to know the One above?
Would I increase for him my love?
Would I be aware of the Day to come?
Would I value what is worthless to some?
Would I be able to sleep at night?
Would I be able to see with His light?
Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I have examples to follow?
Would I rejoice when others are in sorrow?
Would I have fear of the Burning Fire?
Would I be at the bottom of the sea, And have hope, that one day, my Lord will release me?
ONE FLAW IN WOMEN
ONE FLAW IN WOMEN
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear abouta birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,yet they are strong when theythink there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to theirfamily and friends.
Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR OWN WORTH.
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