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Beautiful Poem




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, you must depend?


Read you not those stories,

of the trials in days gone by,

Of the Sahabi beloved by Allah,

Who for Allah'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 alone he turned.


Forget you the firmness of Hamza,

As the gleaming swords did fall?

With Sabr he turned to Allah,

as the Qureish did slice and maul.


Why drown in salty teardrops?

How can you dare compare your pain?

To that of Yasir and Summayah,

As the lay tortured on the scorching plain?


Forget you the charring of Khabbab,

As on burning coals he lay?

Ya nafsy how meager 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 those 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 hears your cries of woe.

So trust Him and His hikma,

For He knows best and you don't know.


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 alone he turned.

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Assalamu Alaikum, I wonder where the Blog owner is hiding or hibernation, or is he sitting in front of ta Bi junk box and wastin his time, hehehe.


Here is a Poem I like very much written by one of mine and my children's favourite poet ad Writer none other than Roald Dahl, just his name makes me laugh. If you have'nt, go read his Children's books, they are as entertaining for the adults too, I still like them at my age.




The most important thing we've learned,

So far as children are concerned,

Is never, NEVER, NEVER let

Them near your television set --

Or better still, just don't install

The idiotic thing at all.

In almost every house we've been,

We've watched them gaping at the screen.

They loll and slop and lounge about,

And stare until their eyes pop out.

(Last week in someone's place we saw

A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)

They sit and stare and stare and sit

Until they're hypnotised by it,

Until they're absolutely drunk

With all that shocking ghastly junk.

Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,

They don't climb out the window sill,

They never fight or kick or punch,

They leave you free to cook the lunch

And wash the dishes in the sink --

But did you ever stop to think,

To wonder just exactly what

This does to your beloved tot?










'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,

'But if we take the set away,

What shall we do to entertain

Our darling children? Please explain!'

We'll answer this by asking you,

'What used the darling ones to do?

'How used they keep themselves contented

Before this monster was invented?'

Have you forgotten? Don't you know?

We'll say it very loud and slow:

THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,

AND READ and READ, and then proceed

To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!

One half their lives was reading books!

The nursery shelves held books galore!

Books cluttered up the nursery floor!

And in the bedroom, by the bed,

More books were waiting to be read!

Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales

Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales

And treasure isles, and distant shores

Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,

And pirates wearing purple pants,

And sailing ships and elephants,

And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,

Stirring away at something hot.

(It smells so good, what can it be?

Good gracious, it's Penelope.)

The younger ones had Beatrix Potter

With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,

And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,

And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-

Just How The Camel Got His Hump,

And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,

And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,

There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-

Oh, books, what books they used to know,

Those children living long ago!

So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,

Go throw your TV set away,

And in its place you can install

A lovely bookshelf on the wall.

Then fill the shelves with lots of books,

Ignoring all the dirty looks,

The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,

And children hitting you with sticks-

Fear not, because we promise you

That, in about a week or two

Of having nothing else to do,

They'll now begin to feel the need

Of having something to read.

And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!

You watch the slowly growing joy

That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen

They'll wonder what they'd ever seen

In that ridiculous machine,

That nauseating, foul, unclean,

Repulsive television screen!

And later, each and every kid

Will love you more for what you did.


Roald Dahl

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Strength of a Man


The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.


It is seen in the width of his arms that encircle you.





The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.


It is in the gentle words he whispers.





The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.


It is how good a buddy he is with his kids.





The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.


It is in how respected he is at home.






he strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.


It is in how tender he touches.





The strength of a man isn't how many women he's Loved by.


It is in can he be true to one woman.





The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.


It is in the burdens he can understand and overcome.





Beauty of a Woman



The beauty of a woman



Is not in the clothes she wears,


The figure she carries,

Or the way she combs her hair.





The beauty of a woman


Must be seen from her eyes,

Because that is the doorway to her heart,

The place where love resides.





The beauty of a woman


Is not in a facial mole,

But true beauty in a woman

Is reflected in her soul.





It is the caring that she lovingly gives,


The passion that she shows,

The beauty of a woman

With passing years-only grows.

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This is a story of an average Joe

A life filled with lies and sorrows

The love ones he throws

Just to satisfy his egos


Starting as a hardworking pious man

Working hand to hand

All seems swell

And he was happy as well


Then he ventured into business

To overcome life madness

Too soon he was successful

Always with a stomach full


A crack began to appear

Success made his sholat disappear

A self made man he is considered

As now none he feared


With money to spare

Extravagance becomes his pair *

Drinking, women and gambling is a daily affair

His wealth he didn’t share**


His family he forgets

All evil he did without regret

His parent he upsets

Unlawful child he begets


A similar story we always hear

Often too late to shed tears

A man succumbs to his lust

But how long will it last? ***


In life we have to take all in moderation

Islam should be our consideration

As our action reflect our passion

Just as Rasulullah (pbuh) mentioned


In Al-Quran, Qarun was the figure ****

His wealth was the trigger

A test of his Iman

As he failed to answer Allah’s command


Now dear poetry reader

Please read and consider

Don’t just wait and see

What is your choice to be?


Penned by Qalamuddin 25th Dec 2010


* Al-Quran 17:27 “Verily spendthrifts are brothers of the Evil Ones, and the Evil One is to his Lord (Himself) ungrateful.”


** Zakat is a mandatory process for Muslims in order to physically and spiritually purify their yearly earnings that are over and above what is required to provide the essential needs of a person or family.


*** Al-Quran 39:42 “It is Allah that takes the souls (of men) at death: and those that die not (He takes) during their sleep: those on whom He has passed the decree of death, He keeps back (from returning to life), but the rest He sends (to their bodies) for a term appointed. Verily in this are Signs for those who reflect.”


**** Al-Quran 28:76-82 “76. Qarun was doubtless, of the people of Moses; but he acted insolently towards them: such were the treasures We had bestowed on him that their very keys would have been a burden to a body of strong men, behold, his people said to him: "Exult not, for Allah loveth not those who exult (in riches).

77. "But seek, with the (wealth) which Allah has bestowed on thee, the Home of the Hereafter, nor forget thy portion in this world: but do thou good, as Allah has been good to thee, and seek not (occasions for) mischief in the land: for Allah loves not those who do mischief."

78. He said: "This has been given to me because of a certain knowledge which I have." Did he not know that Allah had destroyed, before him, (whole) generations,- which were superior to him in strength and greater in the amount (of riches) they had collected? but the wicked are not called (immediately) to account for their sins.

79. So he went forth among his people in the (pride of his wordly) glitter. Said those whose aim is the Life of this World: "Oh! that we had the like of what Qarun has got! for he is truly a lord of mighty good fortune!"

80. But those who had been granted (true) knowledge said: "Alas for you! The reward of Allah (in the Hereafter) is best for those who believe and work righteousness: but this none shall attain, save those who steadfastly persevere (in good)."

81. Then We caused the earth to swallow up him and his house; and he had not (the least little) party to help him against Allah, nor could he defend himself.

82. And those who had envied his position the day before began to say on the morrow: "Ah! it is indeed Allah Who enlarges the provision or restricts it, to any of His servants He pleases! had it not been that Allah was gracious to us, He could have caused the earth to swallow us up! Ah! those who reject Allah will assuredly never prosper."

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