Our True Role Models

[silent-sistah]

i am a muslim, a believer in Allah,

i have tasks to complete, and here they are:

 

i pray salaat, to clear my heart,

i fast ramadaan, to feel a part,

of the starving nations, that seem so far.

Haj is a mission i wanna do,

before my days on earth are through,

Qur'an is the Book i read,

Du'aa i make when im in need!

 

Mohamed I follow, the messenger of Allah,

His friends, advisers and companions –the Sahaabaa,

the best Role models to follow,

the practices we need, they clearly show,

their lives, a morel lesson to us all,

their action, reaction, anger, sadness and falls,

all their for us to see, and free

our souls from misery.

 

 

In poetic rhythm and rhyme,

Lets remember their time,

Lets not waste the blood they shed,

Lets not 4get the homes they fled.

[silent-sistah]

Let me start,,,

 

 

Abu Bakar

 

He was a first,

the first kaalif, the first man to embrace Islam,

an example for every woman and man,

 

whatever the Prophet said, he believed,

without question or query, Indeed

when others doubted the Prophets claim,

to have travelled a 5 day journey in one night,

a lot of believers lost their sight,

but Abu Bakar proclaimed,

if Mohamed said it, it aint no claim,

his unfaltering faith and trust,

earned him the title, I'll later discuss.

 

Courage, bravery, and pain was displayed

when in the cave our companion laid,

protecting our Prophet from the snake,

he was bitten again, but for Allah's sake,

he did not complain or show his ache.

 

His spent his every Dime on others,

when charity time arrived,

he did not hold back his offers,

his family he left nothing to survive,

for indeed he believed Allah provides,

he did not give care to worldly leisure's,

freeing slaves, a major measure,

for to him pleasing Allah was a great pleasure.

 

Confusion struck, Abu Bakar is back

To save our kin, from falling into sin,

For when Mohamed passed away,

Many looked they’d go astray,

Now even Umar Bin Al-Khadaab

Took the shocking news real hard,

 

“ill kill any one who says, that Mohamed is dead”

 

Abu Bakar took charge and read,

The Qur’an that said,

 

“whoever obeyed Mohmed, let him know he is dead,

whoever worshiped Allah, he should know Allah is alive 4ever” (Quran 3: 144)

 

this was smart, quick and clever,

people calmed down, for indeed,

people will die,

but Allah ----NEVER!

 

 

ASIDDIQ- the trustworthy we should follow,

question, challenge or dispute, we mustn’t,

the commands from our Lord. We know

full submission, totally commitment, education,

and dedication, is what’s required,

by this example be inspired!

[silent-sistah]

Aslaam alykum wr wb

 

brothers and sisters, as u know well, i am not a poet, no where near one,

 

but i really loved reading your poems,

 

deadlyVision, Instictive-Poet, Muslim sis, and many more

 

you have great ways and talents, and u had me pick up my pen - ur an insperation!

 

 

well,,,,i thought that u could put ur talents to use here,,,,and actually teach the Deen - the lives of the Sahabaa (or ur role modles)

 

another chance for u to inspire,

give me all u got ---perspire!

[DeadlyVision]

Deeper than anything I wrote or read in heree...

Beautiful flow, thank you for sharing.

 

*Silent-Sistah*

I think we all know who is the true inspiration in here.

Your a natural poet, while I rhyme from senses; your write floetry from knowledge.

I apreciate you sharing our role models and teaching us more about the steps of our deen more clearly. Jazakallah_

I may fall in confusion, but I will never give in to evil illusion....Insha'allah

So from now on, I will tag along you.

Suport you with stringth.

And all praises are due to Allah~

:May Allah Guides us all; 4we're been led astray:

....

~1~

PME

Visionary

~Asalama Caleykum Warahmatullah~

[Captivating_SouL]

Silent...loved both of those poems..took a tone on me...apprecaite it.

[Batuulo]

a/c wr wb

Maasha Allaah Silent-Sist, wlc to the poet land .. I oslo loved reading the poems of deadlyVision, Instictive-Poet,& Muslim sis... I alwys enjoyed their poems, I Approved.. and now I wanna share with You an Amotional poem,

 

~~Living in fear

 

~~Living In Dark

 

This happened when I was eight years old during the war. It was an ordinary day. I was happy and playing outside by myself I was in the capital city of Somalia which is known as Mogadishu. The sky was bright, clear and deep blue. A few small clouds drifted across the horizon.

 

I saw four men with guns, they were soldiers and massive with heavy, scowling, threatening faces.

 

I saw their faces. I froze. I simply couldn’t move. A dreadful heavy feeling sank through me. My whole body was shaking.

 

A women was wearing a scarf and her body was covered. She was tall, attractive and slim. She had a little baby in her arms close by her side and two shopping bags in her hands.

 

When the woman was passing the soldiers shouted 'stop'. She stopped. They ordered her to come to them. She did as she was told.

 

They stood in a circle around her, a ring of giants, a line of frightening statues. They told her to empty her pockets.

 

She replied "I haven’t got anything apart from these bags which have food in them for my kids who haven’t eaten for the last three days."

 

One of the soldiers said "check her pockets".

 

"Her pockets are empty boss", said the soldier

 

When they couldn’t find any money from her pocket they decided to kill her. She begged them not to because she had got small kids depending on her, who would have no one else to look after them. They ignored what she was saying. They shot her. She screamed. I cried. The baby fell to the ground.

 

Her blood was pouring like a river. She lay in a pool of blood, which was crimson. I was horrified and crying out loud therefore they heard me. They shouted to me to go home, I ran away and looked beck and saw the baby crawling and crying, saying "Mama", "Mama". I also saw the soldiers taking the bags.

 

They trampled over her body like a herd of elephants. Her blood was pouring like the water in the river.

 

I went home, but when I got to the door realised that they could have gone by that time. I went back to that place to find the baby so I could take him to my house. But he wasn’t there. I tried to look around but I couldn’t find him.

 

There I was in a good mood, playing outside and enjoying myself and I suddenly ended up with tears, sadness, a terrible feeling because of what had happened. I didn’t know who to cry for, the mother who left lots of kids who depended on her, the little baby who was crying for his mum and didn’t have anyone else, or the kids who were waiting at home for their mum to give them food.

 

I went home and couldn’t stop crying. The baby was alone. It became hard for me to cope and it took me ages to forget. It has been almost eight years this year but I always wonder one thing and ask myself one question all the time. What happened to that baby? Did he survive? Is he alive? Did he die?

 

Unknown Author:

[Haseena]

Salamu aleikum silent-sis....May Allah reward you for reminding us all our true role models and showing us we have people of faith who've carried islam and brought it fort with the will of Allah to us....Jazakallah Kheyran ukhti

 

I have been for a long time now admiring all the poetry shared by our fellow brothers and sisters, and some are very talanted and some are hanging on ( like me )... But Las night I found in my home a suplication and remembrance book prayers from the Quraan and Sunnah...and wallahi it made me realise poets all over the world cannot compete with those important prayers....its "poetry" filled with knowledge and

faith...tell me is there anything more complete than that.....here's two of my favourites I like to share it with you all....Our blessed prophet (saw) used to read this one when going to the mosque:

 

O Allah, place within my heart light,

and upon my tongue light,

and within my ears light

and within my eyes light,

and place behind me light

and in front of me light and beneath me light

O Allah, bestow upon me light

 

and this one (as an opening suplication in prayer) when rising from sleep to perform prayers during night:

 

O Allah to you belongs all praise,

You are the light of the heavens and the Earth and all that is within them.

To you belongs all praise,

You are the sustainer of the heavens and the Earth and all that is within them.

To you belongs all praise and the kingdom of the heavens and the Earth and all that is within them.

To you belongss all praise, You are the King of the heavens and the earth

and to You belongs all praise.

You are the truth, your promise is True, your word is True, and the day in which we will encounter You is true,

The Garden of Paradise is true and the fire is true and all the prophets are true,

Muhammad (saw) is true and the final hour is true.

O Allah unto you I have sumbmitted, and upon you I have relied,

and in you I have belived, and to you I have turned in repentance

and over you I have disputed, and to you I have turned for judgement.

So forgive me for what has come to pass, and what I have hidden and what I have made public.

You are Al- Muqaddim and Al-Mu'akhkhir

None has the right to be worshiped except you;

You are my deity, None has the right to be worshipped except you

[biG mOm]

Assalaama calaykum warahmatullahi wabarakaatu

 

"Allaahu xayyun laa yamuut"

 

Maasha Allaah ---- maasha allaah...

 

Silent-sista jazzaki allaah khair dear! this is awesome...

 

 

here's my part~~

 

````In the Name of Allah begin every action

Obey, serve and worship Allah with devotion

Offer Salaah with humility an attention,

Read the Qur'an with understanding and comprehension.

 

Strive in Allah's way with Qur'anic inspiration

Let Allah's pleasure be our only aspiration

And success in the Hereafter,

Be our sole ambition.

 

Memorize Qur'anic quotations

Engage in Dhikr and Soul-Purification

Do Da'wah with wisdom,

Beautiful preaching and graceful persuasion.

 

There is no time now to relax

That we may Inshallah do in Paradise perhaps

Now be more concerned with earning Sawaab,

And maintain all norms of Hijaab.

 

In Religion there is no compulsion

At stake is your own Salvation

For the Truth stands out from error,

Make sure you do not regret later.

 

On the basis of color, wealth, or region

Let there be no distinction

In the Muslim Ummah let there be no division,

In the Qur'an will you find such injunctions.

 

Let us be One Strong United Brotherhood

Concerned about each others' welfare and good

Offering the needy and orphans food,

Over losses do not brood.

 

We follow the ways of beloved Prophet Muhammad

Sallallahu alaihi wasallam

Allah's Last and Final Messenger

The Most Sublime of all humans

The Most Exalted in Character.

 

We follow his Sunnah and Guidance

And do not cause on earth mischief or nuisance

Islam is a Religion of Peace

It's Attraction and Glory will never cease.

 

Do adopt the Islamic Way of Life

Be faithful to your husband or wife

In writing put all your contracts and agreements

Honor and keep all your promises and commitments.

 

Life after death is a certainty

Do not treat this life with laxity

Do not indulge in frivolous gaiety

And shun all obscenity and vulgarity.

 

Islam recommends virtues

Such as Honesty, Chastity and Charity

Do good deeds with sincerity

Almighty Willing you may attain eternal felicity.

 

On usury and interest there is prohibition

On trade there is blessing and divine sanction

Be honest and fair,

In every transaction.

 

Islam is here to reign supreme

However much the mushriks may scheme

This is neither utopia nor dream,

Righteous Muslims will emerge as the Victorious Team.

 

Allah's Oneness to all we proclaim

We seek neither wealth nor any fame

Allah's Pleasure is our only aim

Glorified be His Name,

May He save us from deeds of shame

And from hell's fire and flame.

 

Aameen! Ya arhamar raahimeen.

[Conscious Manipulation]

asalaamu alaykum

 

Slient Sistah thanks for starting this thread. Nice poems guys, really inspiring mashaAllah!

 

Batuulo, that was soo SAD sis. SubhanaAllah, people can be so cruel. Wallahi I wanted to cry after reading your story. Sis don't torture yourself, just remember that Allah sees and is aware of everything.

 

Take care

salaam

[Xafsa]

silent sistah..thanks macaanto...thats was truely inspirational.

Batuulo--that made me cry walaahi...if only people could comprehend the pain they cause.

 

Haseena-that was really nice...thanks sis.

Big mom--thank you for sharing that with us.

All fo you sisters are so talented....hmmmm...maybe I should try my hand at this.

[LuCkY]

JAZAKALLAH KHAYR FOR POSTING AND SHARING WITH US SILENT-SISTAH.

 

JAZAKALLAH KHAYR TO THE REST OF U WHO POSTED IT WAS REALLY NICE.

[J.Lee]

they're no words to describe the content on this page so i'm not even going to bother trying. you guys are talented and may Allah bless you all. alhamdulilaah.

[silent-sistah]

deadlyVision to hear that from u bruv, is more than a compliment (im gobsmacked) thanx!

 

batuulo SubhanAllah, sister, that was a really moving story, Bisinka, u had me in tears, InshaAllah that child is fine, and the mother in heaven--amiin.

 

Haseena MashaAllah, thanx sis, and it is really true, the Araabs where the best of poets, and imagine, their words still have moving meanings, even after being translated to a weaker english language (we dont get to appreciate the full peotry when its translated)

 

BigMom i cant beleive i 4got to mention yaa.....that was bootiful sis....thanx

 

 

waiyaaka...show ur flows, and thanx to:

 

flying-still

captivating-soul

lucky

msword

conscious manipulation

[muslim sis]

Asslaama Alaykum W.W

 

Maasha Allaah you'd shared the nicest poetries ever. may allah reward you for these , much love it, jazzakumu allah khair axsanal jazaa.

 

once Again i'll thank my dear's sist who begin to us this topic,

but i really loved reading your poems,

 

deadlyVision, Instictive-Poet, Muslim sis, and many more

thnk you sis I like you more..

[muslim sis]

And now I'm going to share with you this piece, It's too long but, it's very importence poem.

 

A Man's Trail

 

 

 

This is the story of an average human

From his story there is so much to learn

 

"I work through life working day and night

Let me tell you of my miserable plight

Before that, let me thank Allah Most Merciful too

That's why I'm sharing my story with you

 

From young I was told I had to be the best

I must learn to score for my exams and tests

I studied hard to be the top in class

So that my friends will respect me with all the fuss

 

In my youth days, I was actually insecure

So much temptations and many are impure

I prayed sparingly but it didn't help me

Why couldn't I feel that Allah was watching me?

 

I wanted to be the cream of the cake

I didn't allow myself to make a single mistake

I wanted more friends and also be praised

When I didn't get complimented, I felt so dazed

 

I began to doubt myself again and again

Was I not good enough or was I insane?

I was feeling inadequate for my lack of looks

Was I too fat, short, or did my smile give the spooks?

 

I learnt to dress up in trendy clothes bought from stores

I wanted people to look at me and say 'wow' in awe

I wanted to be adored, praised and be popular

Success to me is to be top scholar

 

I wanted to shower myself in fame

I also hoped to earn a big name

I studied hard and topped my school high

I believe that to make friends, success is a tool

 

Whenever I was with friends and my date was just beside

I felt the pressure to display my witty side

I'm afraid my friends would leave me if I'm not nice enough

So I bought them gifts and other good stuff

 

Branded clothes, car, intelligence and friends indeed

You may think I have all that I need

But I'm still unhappy inside and I don't even know why

Was I not good enough, too ugly or too shy?

 

At work, I pleased my boss to show him I was the best

I treated my colleagues lunch and sacrificed all my rest

I was afraid that my boss disliked me if I lazed about

In front of him, I did my best and tried to stand out

 

Then I climbed the corporate ladder and be my own boss

Finally, I was successful but I was still in a loss

I was cheerful outside but scared inside

I was not even sure what I'm doing is right

 

I looked around to see all my best friends

I wonder if they still like me if my wealth ends?

I cannot bear to face rejection or even fail

If I become poor and old, will my friendships be stale?

 

I work hard, but who am I trying to impress?

The fear of losing my reputation is causing me stress

I want friends to respect me forever and ever

I could imagine my friendship to sever

 

But alas! My business failed me terribly

I was down with illness and suffered painfully

All the people whom I thought were faithful friends

Left me because my status has no stands

 

I'm left alone and wonder whether it is true?

To make good friends, wealth matters too?

I looked at the side of my bed and saw the Qur'an

Guilt enveloped me because the Qur'an I have read none

 

Since I was alone and feeling so bored

I explored the Qur'an to know about Allah the Lord

True Muslims friends start to befriend me

It doesn't matter whoever I'll be

 

They accept me and love me despite my flaws

I don't have to make them like me by using force

I don't have to impress Allah with my witty charm

I already know Allah loves us and protects us from harm

 

With Allah's help, we can attain peace in self

So let's put doubt back in Satan's shelf

If there are problems with work and with men

Please remember that it's part of Allah's plan

 

Ask from Allah because He listens to us always

Allah will help us with His Kindness and Grace

I met a man who is unfortunately blind

He then advised me with words so kind

 

He said, 'Love yourself and be grateful for what you are

You owe it to Allah for coming this far

 

Allah loves us and makes us Muslims

But many people don't appreciate it, it seems

It doesn't matter if we're poor or earn less

Allah loves who we are and He cares

Don't do good deeds if you do it for show

 

Or else your spiritual status will sink below

If you're humble, do good deeds and pray to Allah Most Wise

You can earn yourself a place in Paradise

Good Muslims overcome worries and insecurity

 

They are unfazed even if they are treated with hostility

Why be a slave to affluence and glamour?

Why worry if we are not witty with humour?

Always be yourself, dear brother, have no pretence

 

Allah will still love you, even if you don't have any fans

Why be afraid, dear brother, when friends shun away

When Allah is there for you it's always that way.'

 

After the blind man left, my mind started working

I was still surprised and truth starts coming

It seems that I may be a boss or lying here poor

but good Muslims greet me with salaam, a smile and no fear

 

I kept wondering, what is success to me?

Is it about having friends, or earning a good degree?

I had all these and yet I was not satisfied

Could it be because that Allah was not on my side?

 

Then I realize that I have been foolish

My INSECURITY is the one that was my leash

Why was I ungrateful to Allah Most Great?

Allah's helping us all the way as Fate

 

Oh! I'm ashamed for being so proud

When my success was actually a passing cloud!

Now I realize my great big mistake

So I do more good deeds now with sincerity and no fake

 

Let's learn from this life and tread the virtuous road

Remember that this world is only a temporary abode

Now I live through my life devoted to the Islamic cause

And repent, so Allah will love me despite my flaws."

 

Remember true success is not about having lots of friends

In fact, it is about passing Allah's tests

Happiness is not about showing off your generous part

In fact, it's about the ATTITUDE of your heart

 

Say: 'I like who I am and I'm glad to be me

I love being a Muslim and Allah sets my heart free!

I can feel in my mind and in my little heart bone

I confess - with Allah around, I know I'm never alone'.

 

-Written by Dee77