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Assalamu alaikum, ere is the poem by CitizenX, one of my nephews from Gawaher, Enjoy. May Allah keep him Happy and fill his life with joy and goodness, ameen.


Aunty Masooma, you challenged me to write a poem about happiness and joy? Well, I have met your challenge, .




If I go to Heaven, I’d like to have many boys and girls

They would be forever pure, eternally my little pearls


I would watch them play and sing and smile

I would adore each one for a long little while


I would hold them and hug them and kiss them, too

These gems of mine would bring happiness so true


Excited for the adventure each new day brings

Carefree as the birds, flying with angelic wings


So cheerful in their recreation, innocent and happy

To once again be a little kid, how fun it would be


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A jazakallah khayr aunty. :D


Alhumdulilah means a lot. :D


Brother X had immense talent in poems.I miss him. :D


Hes younger then me aswell,mashallah. :D


Inshallah he'll come back sooooon. :D


Heres some poems I wrote.

Inshallah you'll like them.




The sliver shiny birds of elegance take flight,

during day and late at night

staying together as a pack,as believers,fearing Allah Al-Might,

out of the corner comes a fox,their hearts stay firm far from fright,

their strong faith in Allah gives them the light,

hungry they come ,full they go,flying like a kite,

just look at how a water drop bulids and bulids like yr life and becomes an ocean,

just look at how a petal of a sweet rose of wonderful frangance joins up and makes the pieces of my heart,

just look at how a word in the Quran becomes a verse,becomes a Suran,flowing coherently like the atoms of the sea...........................


Author-Aaqib Ahmed



Heres another one I wrote,emotional poem. :D



If only you were here to see me?




Thinking about you day and night,

splits my heart into a sparkle of loneliness,

my heart bursts to tears when I think of you too,

my parents both said u were angels,send from the sky,

u loved my parents sooo much,saying when they picked mud off the ground it would turn to gold,you have become a fragment of my imagination,

a piece of my heart will always be missing,this missing petal in my depressed red rose is broken and can never be fixed without yr comfort,which I can never get,

tears fall down my face,tears become blood when I see u too together smiling,

my parents cry when I mention yr name,tears start from water droplets of shiny rainbow and bossom into a sea of colours,bursting their beauty into nature,shiny the sun even more,

why only,if only I could taste,hear,see yr love,it would fit the missing piece of my already lost petal,I try and try but can never find this lost piece of my heart,

for u to come in my dreams and say u love me wud be enough,I guess that will never happen,I guess it was not meant to be,

I really miss u,u left me and my parents in tears of weakness,

u died years ago,held me in yr arms saying i will be successful and be a beautiful son,it means nothing,now that yr gone,the noor has been wiped off my heart,my face, grandparents died before I could see them,it hurts soo much,knowing u were very pious people is enough happiness for me....................





Source-My Heart


Btw,all my poems come from one source,my heart,alhumdulilah. :D


Inshallah I'll post more poems in a bit. :D


Mashallah that was a wonderful poem by brother CitizenX,I love it,shows a lot of talent.


May Allah bless him always.Ameen.


Thats given me an idea,inshallah I'll do a poem on heaven,an exceptional topic.





Edited by Aaqib Ahmed

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Lovely poems :D


:D for sharing


I want to share a poem by one of my fav poets


Allahma Iqbal


Science and Faith


Once Science said to Faith:


"My eye can see all that is in this world;

The Entire world is within my net.

I am only concerned with material things,

What have I to do with spiritual matters?

I can strike a thousand melodies,

And openly proclaim all the secrets that I learn."


Faith said:


"With your magic even the waves in the sea are set ablaze,

You can pollute the atmosphere with foul, poisonous gases.

When you associated with me, you were light,

When you broke off from me, your light became fire.

You were of Divine origin,

But you have been caught in the clutches of Shaytan.

Come, make this wasteland a garden once again.

Borrow from me a little of my ecstasy,

And in the world set up a paradise.

From the day of creation we have been associates,

We are the low and high tunes of the same melody."



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Assalamu alaikum here is a poetry by ABDULLAH QUILLIAM, Please read about him below. JazaakAllahu Khairan.



by Abdullah Quilliam


Courage brother! Do not falter,

Dry your tears and cease from sighing;

Though clouds look black, they soon may alter,

And the sun will send them flying.


"Out of evil oft cometh good,"

Is a maxim to my liking;

The blacksmith well the iron beateth,

But 'tis better for his striking.


Work today and give up grieving,

Know that joy is born of sorrow;

And though to-day is rainy weather,

Hap 'twill brighter be to-morrow.


Gambling doth not make our labour

The least bit more a pleasant task;

'Tis joyful heart that lightens trouble,

Contentment brings to those who ask.


First the childhood, then the manhood;

First the task and then the story;

'Tis after nightfall comes the dawning,

First the shade and then the glory.



Sheikh Abdullah Quilliam (1851-1932) wrote books, plays, and novels, as well as translating texts from Arabic, Persian and Turkish. He was also among the most respected Muslim poets of his generation, writing in both Manx and English. His style is redolent of Tennyson and Wordsworth, with occasional shades of Emily Dickinson, an important influence on British Muslim verse in the late Victorian period.


British Muslim Heritage > Poetry

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Assalam Alaikum


Here is the Poem by the great Poet of the time: Jalal al-Din Rumi - in West he is famous as Rumi


Here's a quote from the end of the poem "Muhammad and the Huge Eater"


The cloud weeps, and then the garden sprouts.

The baby cries, and the mother's milk flows.

The Nurse of Creation has said, Let them cry a lot.


This rain-weeping and sun-burning twine together

to make us grow. Keep your intelligence white-hot

and your grief glistening, so your life will stay fresh.

Cry easily like a little child.


Let body-needs dwindle and soul-decisions increase.

Diminish what you give your physical self.

Your spiritual eye will begin to open.


When the body empties and stays empty,

God fills it with musk and mother-of pearl.

That way a man gives his dung and gets purity.


Listen to the Prophets, not to some adolescent boy.

The foundation and the walls of the spiritual life

are made of self denials and disciplines.


Stay with Friends who support you in these.

Talk with them about sacred texts,

and how you're doing, and how they're doing,

and keep your practices together.

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Assalam Alaikum


Here is another Poem by Jalal al-Din Rumi :


'A Garden Beyond Paradise'


Everything you see has its roots

In the unseen world.


The forms may change

Yet the essence remains the same.


Every wondrous sight will vanish,

Every sweet word will fade,

But do not be disheartened,

The Source they come from is Eternal,

Growing, branching out,

Giving new life and new joy.


Why do you weep?


That source is within you

And this whole world

Is springing up from it.


The source is full,

Its waters are ever-flowing;

Do not grieve,

Drink your fill!


Don't think it will ever run dry,

This is the endless ocean.


From the moment you came into this world

A ladder was placed in front of you

That you might escape


From earth you became plant,

From plant you became animal,

Afterwards you became a human being,

Endowed with knowledge, intellect and faith.


Behold the body, born of dust,

How perfect it has become!


Why should you fear its end?

When were you ever made less by dying?


When you pass beyond this human form,

No doubt you will become an angel

And soar through the heavens!


But don't stop there.

Even heavenly bodies grow old.


Pass again from the heavenly realm

And plunge into the vast ocean of consciousness.


Let the drop of water that is you

Become a hundred mighty seas.


But do not think that the drop alone

Becomes the ocean,

The ocean, too, becomes the drop!


'The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart..

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Assalamu alaikum, Here is another beautiful Poem by the Famous Poet Khalil Gibran.



By, Khalil Gibran


And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'


And he said:


Your children are not your children.


They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.


They come through you but not from you,


And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.


You may give them your love but not your thoughts.


For they have their own thoughts.


You may house their bodies but not their souls,


For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.


You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.


For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.


You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.


The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.


Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;


For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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Assalamu Alaikum,

I like the attitude in this poem! It truly shows conviction and strength in character.





by Khadija Javed


You wonder what my shade is,

What it represents.

Call me anything;

An extremist, a fundamentalist,

Anything you desire.

I don't care.


My shade is

My protection

from this evil world,

from roaming eyes,

from diseased hearts.

Call me anything;

Vain or


don't care.


My shade is

My Protection

of my beauty,

reserved for one

special gift

that God has given me;

My Life Partner.


This world

is but a fleeting moment

about to end

at Any Time.

The Signs are here.

The Day of Judgement is coming.

No one will enter my grave with me except

My body, my heart, my soul.


Call me a pessimist,




I don't care.


My shade

Covers me

Like a tree from the sun;

Like a coat of wax

on your shiny new sportscar.


My shade

My protection,

is my Khimaar,

I am a woman of Islaam.

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Heres another poem I made,inshallah u will like it. :D


Ya Allah,



Silence,peace,heart touching are the hours of the night,

reading Quran,thinking of Allah Al-Might,

Immensely blessed are the hours of the night,

purifies the heart,the soul and even the sight,

in search of the noor,the light,

Ya Allah between the hours of night,

its just you and me,no one else,

I call you,you come to me,

I walk towards u,you run towards me,

I praise you with your wonderful names,Al-Malik,Ar-Rahman,Ar-Rahim,As-salaam,

and for each name I say,you give me thousands more blessings,

Oh Allah,your the beneficent,the most merciful,

worthy of immense praise,worthy of immense worship,

during the hours of the night,it is you who sends water from the sky,

it is you who is the Lord of the Heavens and the Earth,the Lord of the Unseen and the Seen,

your mercifulness touches the depths of my soul,my heart,Ya Allah,you are able to do all things,my worship isn't enough to repay your kindness,

Ya Allah your exceptional,your my best friend.........



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Heres another poem I wrote. :D


I walked and walked on the path full of glass,

my feet bleeding with red blood,

the noor off my face had melted like thick ice and hit the ground like a bomb,

my face was sweating in the intense heat,

enough for ships to flood on,

my tears were flooding on the path,

big enough,

deep enough as the River Nile,

every step I made,

the glass on the path would stab against the inside of my skin,

like knifes going into me,

every second I would move closer,closer,

closer to my destination,

knowing this nightmare will go away,

every step I make I see visions of lonelyness,



I knew I had to keep going on the path,

every step I make,

I knew my heart was dying to come out my body,

released like a prisoner,

locked inside the chambers of my ribs,

memories of love,happiness were in my heart,

now that my heart wants to come out,

all my happiness will be gone,

the horror,the terror strikes me again,

I see a terriflying vision,

the vision shows the person I love so dearly,away,

away from me,

in another world,full of terror or blessing,

only Allah knows,I wish I could say one last word to this person,

if only,why only,when only,too late now,I am on this path,

crying,crying,crying as loud as a baby does to his/her mummy!




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Assalamu Alaikum JazaakAllahu Khiaran Luv2Learn for posting the poem here. Emel and Aamina and Mehnaz and how could I forget umEesaa, nice contribution.


Allamah Iqbal is one of my favourite Poets. I have all his collection of Poetry in Urdu.


SubhanAllah, Aaqib, Nice thoughts, put into words in a very nice way, keep it up. May Allah increase your knowledge.


I was reading somewhere that KHANSA RA. was one of the best poetess during the time of RasoolAllah Sallallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam, Oh! how I wish I could find one of her poetry and translate it to English and post it here.


Salaams, umAhmad.

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Jazakallah Khayr aunty. :D


Ameen to dua,may Allah give u much more.Ameen.


I love Allamah Iqbal,mashallah very good poet,my parents like him too,maybe I should try writing a poem in urdu one day. :D


Inshallah share another poem soon. :D



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I like the message of this poem I wrote. :D





Whatever we do, we will all pay the price,

even if it means crawling for a grain of rice,

In the gloomy depths of hell or in paradise,

For the pious believer, this life is just like a jail,like a parrot dying to fly out of its cage,

For the unbeliever, this is the hereafter,the ultimate stage

Little does he know about the awaiting reward

Which is full of luxuries,blessings,gifts, where no-one gets bored

You'll enter the 8 gate of paradise,inshallah, if it's in your destiny,your fate

Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate,fasting,prayers,please appreciate.



No worldly things will you ever miss dwelling in the luxury,

On entering the gate, you'll be surrounded by bliss,

remember the hereafter,forget the mess,

Four rivers will be granted by the Divine,full of

water,milk,honey and even wine,

People will live in lofty mansions built high

Where they'll live forever, no-one will die,

It's bricks will be made of silver and gold,

which not even us all put together could mold.



The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold,

things which slipped free,u will be able to hold,

including pearls and diamonds falling off wings of angels,and even gold,

A hundred years it will take to circle a tree,

forget the past,your souls been set free,

Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity,



r,the lot,

so remember the hereafter and never lose the plot,

There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep,

not even a traffic jam with cars going beep,beep,

There will be no worries,no tears,as deep as an ocean, no one will weep

When people sweat, it will smell of musk

Allah swt will be praised from dawn till dusk

Subahanallah,Mashallah,Allahu Akbar,Ya Allah,Alhumdulilah,


Everyone will be aged 30 or 33

And they'll stay at that age for eternity,

eyes fair,bold on head,not even a hair,

The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown

Sitting on thrones with their crowns,saying there salaams,remember the hereafter,

hearts vanished away from all haram,

People will be happy, there'll be no remorse

To visit others, they'll have a flying horse,



Men will have houris and their original spouses as their wives

Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives,

On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races

And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!

When walking along there'll be many meetings

With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings,

Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail

When Allah swt removes His veil,subhanallah,what a blessing,can we afford to miss it,no we can't,may Allah grant us jannah.ameen.



There will be no kings, there will be no peasants

And everyone will see the Divine Allah's presence

There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray

That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay



Allah swt has showered us with His grace

And we have to be worthy to show our face

Whatever we do ,we'll pay the price

In the depths of hell or in paradise.



Source-My Heart



Edited by Aaqib Ahmed

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Heres another poem I made,inshallah u will like it.
Assalam Alaikum


Brother, I love your all poems.. all posts on this Forum :D


After reading your Poems, it seems tht you are truly a very SERIOUS writer & I pray to Allah (SWT) tht he may help you in finding some Publisher for your poems.. ameen


Inshahallah.. you'll be a POET.. FAME poet soon.. :D


May Allah (SWT) bless you.. ameen

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Assalamu Alaikum, Khubaib RadiAllahu anhu is one of my favourite Sahaabi. I had to share this poem by a great muslim Poet of his time hassan Ibn Thabit. May Allah give us strength to bear 1% of the sacrifices our Pioneers went through, ameen. Assalamu alaikum.


In loving memory of Khubayb

Hassan ibn Thabit



The enemy allies have converged on me,


incited their clansmen to muster strength;


They've invited their women and children to see,


and tied me to a solid trunk.


To Allah I complain of my loneliness and suffering;


Of enemies who surround me to rejoice at my death.


O Master of the Mighty Throne, grant me strength ,


To bear what they are doing to me;


Piercing my flesh and tearing my limbs.


They gave me a choice to turn away from Thee,


But death is preferrable to that;


That very thought of which brings tears to my eyes,


Not the pain they inflict on me.


I am not afraid of death, for some day everyone has to die;


But I shudder out of fear for the fire of Hell,


for the fury of its flames.


These limbs of mine are a sacrifice for Allah,


Hoping He'll bless every limb offered in His way.


So long I die a Muslim, I don't regret a thing,


For My death will occur in Allah's way.


[At every piercing stab of their sharp spears he chanted:

La-ilaha-illal-aa Muhamma-darrasul-lah,

until his noble soul fled from his body in search of his Lord,

to complain of the tyranny of his tormentors]


TRANSLATORS NOTE: (This poem in loving memory of Khubayb, is reputedly composed

by the Muslim poet Hassan ibn Thabit, and is hailed in Arabic literature as

a masterpiece. The charm of the original language and its lilt is

impossible to convey in translation)

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masha Allah , a really wonderful contribution by the budding poets.

here is one of my fovourites. it is a poem by Rudyard Kipling




If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,

If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!



--Rudyard Kipling

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One of my favorite.


Submitted by a Muslim sister who is proud to be wearing Hijaab.


What do you see when you look at me?

Do you see someone limited , or someone free?

All some people can do is just look and stare,

Simply because they can't see my hair.

Others think that I am controlled and uneducated.


They think that I am limited and not liberated,

They are so thankful that they are not me,

Because they would like to remain "free".

Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used,

Describing women who are cheated on and abused.


They think that I do not have opinions or a voice ,

They think that being hooded isn't my choice,

They think that the hood makes me look caged,

That my husband or dad are totally outraged,

All they can do is look at me in fear,

In my eye there is a tear.


Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,

But because people are ignoring the One up above.

On the day of judgement , they will be the fools,

Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules.


Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie,

But at least I am filled with more inner beauty.

See I have declined from being a guy's toy,

Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy,

Real men are able to appreciate my mind,

They aren't busy looking at my behind..


Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause,

The role that we play definitely deserves applause.

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,

Some people are inspired by my sight.


The smart ones are attracted by my tranquilty,

In the back of their minds they wish they were me,

We have the strength to do what we think is right,

Even if it means putting up a life long fight,


You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,

We are given only respect , and never treated like dirt,

So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated,

We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated.


We are the ones that are free and pure,

We're free of STD's that have no cure,

So when people ask you how you feel about the hood,

Just sum it up by saying "baby it's all good"



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Another one on beard.




Life has really changed.

Gone are the days…

Where people used to say

'Aww your face is so sweet and smooth'.



Gone are the days…

Where it took ages,

To shape my sideburns

And shave all the facial hair.



Gone are the days…

Of beauty, charm and attraction

As the beard is now,

A symbol of terrorism and backwardness.



People see me now,

As something strange and weird.

My relatives often make fun of me,

By asking … who broke your heart?



My distant friends ask me,

Did you join any terrorist camp?

My close friends at times make fun of me

'Hey man, blades are very cheap nowadays'



Women often ask me,

Why don't you shave that ugly beard

And be like a charming superstar?

You look boring!



I feel sorry for my sisters

As their minds are now totally corrupted

Inside the web of clean-shaved star icons,

As they're the new age 'trend setters'.



But very few know

That I follow a superstar.

His name is Muhammed,

The forgotten hero.



And I have no regrets

As he has taught me,

'This world is prison for a believer

And paradise for a non-believer.'



So wake up, O muslim youth !

Remember our heroes – The Prophets and the Sahabahs

Remember, this world is a testing place

And don't let your senses to deceive you.



So be proud to imitate,

The Prophetic style

For he has commanded us,

'Grow your beards and trim your moustaches'.



And he who loves his Sunnah,

Has indeed loved him.

And he who loves him,

Will be with him in Paradise !




S. Safeer Ahammed Musaliar


Kerala, India.

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Assalam Alaikum




A woman was waiting at the airport one night,

With several long hours before her flight.

She hunted for a book in the airport shop,

Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.


She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,

That the man beside her, as bold as could be,

Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,

Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene


She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,

As the gustly "cookie thief" diminished her stock

She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,

Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I'd blacken his eye!"


With each cookie she took, he took one too.

When only one was left, she wondered what he'd do.

with a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,

He took the last cookie and broke it in half.


He offered her half, and he ate the other.

She snatched it from him and thought, "Oh brother,

This guy has some nerve, and he's also so rude,

Why, he didn't even show any gratitude!"


She had never known when she had been so galled,

And sighed with relief when her flight was called.

She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,

Refusing to look at the "thieving ingrate".


She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,

Then sought her book, which was almost complete.

As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise.

There were her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!


"If mine are here," she moaned with despair.

"Then the others were his and he tried to share!"

Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,

That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!!!!


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Assalamu alaikum, HaHa, Never would have guessed, I wonder what was going through the cookie sharer's mind.


Good One.


Salaams and Duaas.

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Assalamu alaikum, here is another short poem by Allamah Iqbal.



The World of Body vs. World of Soul [using large font size is not allowed]

By Allamah Iqbal


Delve deep into your buried Self, and find the clue to life,


If you cannot be mine then be not, but be your own;


World of soul- a world of fire, ecstasy and longing,


World of body- a world of gain, fraud and cunning;


The treasure of the spirit once again gained is never lost again,


The treasure of the body is a shadow- wealth comes and goes ;


In the world of soul I have found no Frankish rule,


In that world no Sheikh or Brahmin I have seen;


This saying of the Qalandar poured shame and shame on me;


When you kneel to anothers might neither body nor soul is your own.


Note: Iqbal uses the Qalandar as a symbol for the evolved man who has realized in himself the truth of self-development.


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The World of Body vs. World of Soul

By Allamah Iqbal

Assalam Alaikum


Jazaak Allah Khair Aunty for sharing.. :sl:

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What the Holy Quran means to me?


I hear a cry from the cupboard everyday,

it goes,"read me","come to me","take advantage of me",

alhumdulilah I hear the voice and my heart goes towards it,

I open the cupboard and see my ultimate love,the Quran,

full of light,hope,success,I blow on my heart,subhanallah.


I hold the Quran and feel its beauty touch my spine.

When I open it,I see a different world,full of love,happiness,with exceptional message in each verse,so strong are the words of Allah,the Quran flows coherently like an ocean,each verse slowly builds up and makes a surah,just like a water droplet makes an ocean,subhanallah.


Immense elegance in the Book Of Allah,reading it melts my heart,it is not just a Book to me,but a way of life,a torch which helps me through utter darkness,

a journey where I slowly pick up the treasures of knowledge and wisdom guiding me on the pathway of Islam.


Deep thoughts of insights that capture my imagination;of radiant light which illumines the deeper depths of my soul,my heart.

Profound emotions and glowing warmth that melts my heart to the extreme.


Uncover the talents of the Quran,why leave it hidden till the end?


I cry with immense tears,tears enough to make a sea which ships can float on,alhumdulilah the Quran is always there for me,helping me through immense hardship I've faced through the years,my best friend which will stay by my side till the end,I hope me and you can be together forever in my heart,when I recite you to Allah on Day Of Judgement,inshallah.


Author-Aaqib Ahmed (meeeeeeeee)


Source-My Heart



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i thought i would post one of my favorite poems here


Pity The Nation


"Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.


Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave,

eats a bread it does not harvest,

and drinks a wine that flows not from its own winepress.


Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero,

and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.


Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream,

yet submits in its awakening.


Pity the nation that raises not its voice

save when it walks in a funeral,

boasts not except among its ruins,

and will rebel not save when its neck is laid

between the sword and the block.


Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,

whose philosopher is a juggler,

and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.


Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings

and farewells him with hootings,

only to welcome another with trumpetings once again.


Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years

and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.


Pity the nation divided into fragments,

each fragment deeming itself a nation."



-- Gibran Khalil Gibran

(The Garden Of The Prophet, 1934)



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