The eternal being spoke from the zenith
Of a beaten sun starving the day
Of stars in the sky raining the sea
Of a thousand galaxies drifting astray
Of cliffs and hills strewn over deserts
Of a vast ocean snatching the bay
Of a loyal moon turning its eyes
Of the last child looking away
The child sat aside and listened carefully
To dancing feet splashing on water
To blooming roses calling the sun
To elated faces singing a mantra
To coloured hands cheering the clouds
To wild animals bathing in rivers
To birds in the sky encircling the world
To the last Word spoken
His voice blew and whispered through the wind
‘Blessed are the believing
Who are true to their trusts and promises
And are just and forgiving
Blessed be to God
Who creates and provides
And is the most compassionate and merciful of all
Blessed be this Day of Reckoning
Let us see the sky split asunder
And redden like a rose,
Turn a white flame,
Like the colour of the moon.
May He wait for you there,
And may all who have spoken
Some remember the Alamo.
I remember Karbala.
Rest in peace, ye seventy-two
Followers of Allah.
In the land of Abraham
On that hot Iraqi day
After Husayn's comrades
Spent one last night to pray.
Grandson of a Prophet,
But that mattered not.
Husayn was a good man
He reluctantly fought.
The generals had slaughtered
Almost every last soldier.
They were ruthless and bloody;
The heat just made them colder.
He tried to ask for peace,
But Yazid's men wanted none.
Imam Husayn asked for water,
For his six month old son.
They gave him no water.
But an arrow instead.
Through Husayn's arm,
Into his little boy's head.
Still Husayn wanted peace.
He warned those cruel men.
But they shot him and shot him,
And shot him again.
Poor Husayn, full of arrows,
Bent down to pray, just once more.
The men cut off his head to deliver
To the cruel Khaliph's door.
Sunni and Shi'ite,
Muslim and Infidel.
Please mourn with me now,
For the tragedy that befell.
Now cut your skin!
Bleed tears for Husayn!
May our adrenaline pump,
Let us taste of his pain!
(ODE TO MALIK)
February 21, 1965 is the day that history records
That Malcolm X had died.
But X did not die that day of course,
From that fact you can not hide!
X was already solved by
The connection, al-Jabr,
The mujahid of righteousness
already won the war.
The man who gave that speech that day,
was not called Malcolm X,
Behold El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz,
the man whom time forgets.
X was solved through knowledge,
Malik knew of his tribe.
He had outgrown that X in Mecca,
When God had seen the time was ripe.
"Standing Room Only"
Standing room only,
not even room to kneel and pray.
Standing room only,
on the judgment day.
"Last night I had an awful dream
that the end of time had come,
the trumpets had been sounding
and life on earth was done.
An angel stood one foot on land,
the other foot on sea,
and as I tried to kneel and pray.....
a voice said unto me.
"There's standing room only,
its to late now to pray.
There's standing room only,
this is the judgment day."
People filled each Masjid
and Masjid yard just
as far as I could see,
I heard a pitiful cry for mercy,
and then I realized it was me
I saw the Savior then appear
as he split the Eastern sky.
I saw tears of joy on a
and I heard the sinners cry,
and as I tried to touch his hand
with one last feeble plea,
I cried again....."have mercy,
have mercy my Imam on me."
I saw a tear come to his eye,
as he turned my soul away
I didn't know Him yesterday,
and He knew me not today.....
The earth was burning all around,
the world went up in smoke
and as the flames engulfed me,
thank God, I awoke.
Then I got out of bed,
and got down on my knees,
and you should have heard me pray.
For in my dream I witnessed
Gods great judgment day.
Standing room only
on Gods great judgment day...
Asalaam oualekim todas personas,
I joined here under the user Addriana, but I already have a journal going on Miami_shadows, so that's what I'm gonna use from now on. This is my first poem about Islam, so don’t be surprised if it's pretty bad since...hell, I’ve got no experience. My middle name is Addriana and I go by that when I first meet people online, but my first name is Lana</st1:givenname>, and I usually go by that. So if you’ve got time, tell me what you think, insha’allah it won’t be so bad!
I refuse to be addicted, afflicted to the sickness of the doubt
Of my faith, I believe it
Blood spilt from our veins is blood spilt in vain, while
Those who have an aversion cast aspersion
The searing scars remain
You know that you need to understand
Though it’s difficult to explain
Born live die all in three seconds sounds so quick
We’re born to live and die as people live to try
While it has to end anyway
Lonely you wander seeking nothing but air
You wander, squandering your cares
As you continue to cry your soul empty
The infinite fear of fears unknown
I wanna save you
You wanna save me
Wish they could erase the shame
Wonder and imagination swallowed
Pointing fingers spreading blame
Where the spinning doesn’t stop
Once you look around
Your voice is drowned
In ignorant sounds
Make it so that you lose your mind
Half the time
Absorbed in money sex and lies
Our beliefs are abused
When we know right from wrong
Don’t you wanna escape this?
Where people give us strange looks and mistake us
For criminals and terrorists
Take us to a place
Where we scream and we pray for a way to stay true
To the one, to Allah
A fleeting taste of freedom
For an eternity free from shadow
When logic marries reason and
Takes shelter in the forgotten
Others follow with blind faith
But I can’t be distracted
I gotta stay straight
If I believe that I love you
Does that make it true?
I know that I don’t have the time to wait
But Allah is the breathe that saves us from suffocation
In a world where those who are intoxicated with temptation
Fall quickly into frustration and disaster
So falling flailing you come here
You can see what you are lacking so strongly
Allah gives us the need to need something else
Insanely screaming the woes of the world
Anguish; we need the release of it
So while your fear is in plain sight
Don’t hide it
Or it will devour you
Knock the heart out of you
Beat the breathe out of you
Shake the will out of you
Burn the shame into your skin like a scar
That bleeds everyday in spite of the memory
That tries to heal
So as you cry
As you’re screaming, why?
Remember to forget selling the truth
Exchanging the purity
Designing an imitation of perfection
For the colors lost among the blind
The sounds vanished among the deaf
As the sky melts into the sea
As the hate melts into the love
As innocence shivers in the frigid air
As we all disappear
Into the frozen atmosphere when
Deep in darkness, suddenly conscious!
I've been listening to a MPAC CD- the first one- and I've ALWAYS LOVED THESE LYRICS. So just know they're not mine. I wish I was this talented though. Lol, enjoy-
But in time, it ends
Your eyes shut, souls rise and your minds descend
Your time is in
No, you can't rewind your sins
THE ANGEL OF DEATH!
You can't hide behind your friends
I think you guys, need to learn to think and rise
Here- snatch your last breath before yo blink your eyes
Gone in an instant like a bug to a breeze
I guarantee, He'll bring a heart his thug to his knees like drugs to his knees
Brothas, we heading down the wrong road
I feel this compassion for this deen has gone cold
It's like this dunya's in a strong hold
SO NOW IT'S ONLY GOD I'M RESORTING TO
MY FINAL DESTINATION, I'M REPORTING TO
AND FOR MY KIDS, I GOT SO MUCH MORE TO DO
BUT WHEN I FALL
...THEN THAT COULD BE SUPPORTING YOU.
Why do they hate You
When You give them so much?
Why do they despise You
And shrink from Your touch?
You show them the light
And give them a way,
But they laugh and they mock
And go far astray.
I wish I could hug You
And draw oh so near.
Their words may not hurt You,
But they bring me to tears.
~ Saffanah Sitareh
When we look into each other's eyes
This may be the last time
We'll see each other on the living line
Not knowing when we drop
Our heartbeats just stop
Kanye's words resounding in our heads
Saying we "drop and then flop"
Wondering where we're heading next
Remembering words of Malcolm X
Repeating the only verse of the Qur'an we know
Keep reminding ourselves not to let go
Trying to get out of this nightmare
Trying to catch our last breath of air
"Did I even pray this morning?"
"Will this all be over? Is this a warning?"
"Allah, please, ONE MORE CHANCE!"
"I knew I shouldn't have taken that dance"
If we'd listen to the words of Muhammad and other prophets
Maybe it wouldn't take us an hour to pick out our daily outfits
But spending that hour reading Qur'an
Maybe our lives wouldn't be as close to done
But now it's too late
I don't know where I'm going, so I shall wait
As the temperature rises in the atmosphere
I realize, I'm soon to disappear
Remembering all the things we've done in our lifetime
It all looks like a war crime
"Oh Allah, I will do anything to get my life ba-"
...Just then I awaken
Still alive, wondering how I could've forsaken
Crying, smiling, frowning, jumping, yelling, singing
Being a hypocritical being
"THANK YOU ALLAH! I LOVE YOU! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY!
I SHALL LIVE MY LIFE TO OBEY!"
Allah is the most Merciful
We'll never find ANYONE as wonderful
Forgiving and helping us out
The last thing you want to die with is a doubt
Just remember, Allah is always there
Turn to him because he's always fair
Wrote that when I was in 6th grade so if it's not impressive, you know why. I added the Kanye part though...I don't know, it sounded better to me (?)
If You Believe Say
La Ilaha Il Allah
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