Moments of No Doubt

Arts & Culture Poetry ( Intikhaab & Sho'ra-e-Gupshup)
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Moments Of No Doubt

Sometimes I think about
the moment of no doubt
the fate that reached every
tall short person
thin be he, or stout
when it came it just came

just like that
the intensity of the pain
unconcievable by the brain
they said it was like
70 swords aimed to strike
how can I bear that if
when only by a cut,
my arm will get so stiff
How will i act…
What will I say…
I can’t just run away
from facing that day
All I can do is Pray
to Allah everyday
in hope that he may
make it a simple day

I heard that some hallucinated
and from the pain
commited blasphemy
now… I really won’t like
that to happen to me
at least because
at that moment of pain
I’ll be under so much strain
that caring about someone else
would be the least
Will I go to Janah
what my soul always desired?
or will I be sent
directly to the hellfire?
…just like that

My soul always tells me:
“No ,that won’t happen to you…
you are a pious man
with a heart
overflown with Iman
Allah will spare you
from the pain”…

But how can that be true…
When the Prophet sent to you
better than you and him…
peace be upon him
suffered these moments too
…just like that

Or are you better than him?!?!?

So my advice for you
…and for me too
is to stick to The Book
sent by The Creator of man
(and every other thing)
The Holy Quran
and read a part daily ,
at least one chapter
this insha Allah
is good for the Hereafter
not only reading…
…understanding too
Quran and Sunnah …
stick to these two

Is it too hard
to do that at once?
Well, … and so is
… entering Paradise
So DO IT …
that is my advice…
…just like that

and pray for the person
who wrote this poem
so he won’t be punished
… just like that

Anonymous

[This message has been edited by Paxtani Mentality (edited August 10, 2002).]

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Here's another one that cut me deep...

It was a day of cutting sadness and endless sorrow.
Outside, a grayish mist under a somber sky hid a street,
Leading to a gentle home, whose door I peered through,
To catch a glimpse of the turmoil coming from within;
A home once packed with energy and vigor
Now flooded with melancholic rivers of tears;
I stared at the ghostlike face of the woman lying on the cot;
A woman, once full of life, now as cold as a winter's chill,
Surrounded by those who admired and loved her;
The aura around her sending rays of sadness into my heart,
Unearthing from my childhood, the precious memories of her
And as I thought and thought in a mindless trance
I saw the Angel of Death bowing before her,
Tears coming out of his lustrous eyes
That life so precious as hers, he had to take
"Please, don't take her," the words whispered out of my mouth;
But he managed to bring himself together and flew away
Taking her soul into the higest heavens in the sky
My heart sunk, as tears flooded out of my eyes
And my eyes simply stared into the dismal sky.

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And another one...

Does it matter?

"Where we go, you cannot follow.
What we must do, you must steer clear of.
Whom we are, you shall not become.

For those who have sought the truth, we find it.
For those who have suffered, we fight for.
For we are the ones who have not suffered,
and have not sought the truth.

In their name, do we go."

"The sun's light shines on my face
As I see the dawn arise over the horizon.
I realise that it is time, to pay reverence
To my sovereign Lord.

I see the rays of the light come through the clouds
And I see a new land before my eyes;
Far different than the one I saw
In the day past.

I cannot imagine how it was different before
Only that it was
And so was I.

For both I and the land
Have experienced a rebirth.
A new life, as the sun arose,
And we arose
From our slumber.

Thank the Almighty
For the gift of life."

"I have the spirit within me.
How strong it is, I do not know.
But I know that it is of a type of glory
I have never before experienced.
It is the type that can deliver a man
Into the depths of evil in this world
Or raise his entire civilisation
Into the skies above.

It is a noble glory.
It cannot be taken by another man.
It cannot be broken
By an outside force.
It cannot be shaken
By the external.
But, and this is unfortunate;
It can have all of these done
By myself."

"Tell me people, how should I identify my nationality?
I am neither Emirati nor English, neither Egyptian nor Sudani.
But I carry the blood of them all.

Does it matter? We are all one family.

Tell me people, how should I identify my faith?
I am not Christian nor Jew, but I am not Sunni nor Shia,
not Hanbali nor Ibadite.

Does it matter?

I hail only from where I am. I follow only that which
I believe to be true. I follow no man; I only follow God.

And I am a Muslim."

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annnnnnnnd anothe rone…

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REFLECTIONS…
People of our past have done their time
But there is still some left of yours and mine
For them, it is too late to ask for another second
To pray, supplicate before their final reckon
But as for you and me, we still await
The truth of death and lack to appreciate
The blessing of time we still have on earth
We are forgetful of the purpose of our birth
To worship Allah is the purpose of creation
Not to greedily indulge in worldly temptation
Satan is our enemy and so we all should know
But we have befriended Him, although he is a foe
Allah said that Satan threatens us with scarcity
But truly it is Allah who provides out of poverty
We have listened to Satan’s advice regarding money
Not giving Zakat, neglecting prayers, sounds funny,
But some Muslims fast and make Hajj in this state
And Ignorantly about Islamic requirements, debate

True religion is neither sometimes nor some places
But it is for all times, all places and for all faces
Color and physical looks mean little in Islam
Allah scans the heart, not the body of man
He created and fashioned in whatever form He willed
Yet we believe in definitions of beauty that man instilled
Disbelieving that all of Allah’s creation is beautiful
Truly, variation is attractive and diversity is wonderful
Yet the most beloved to Allah are the God-fearing ones
Who worship Him alone and with Him associate none
Wake up! We will all follow our predecessors
Our actions will make us pious or transgressors
Thereupon, we’ll either be in eternal hell or bliss
Then, we will regret the chances for worship we now miss
Lets keep the Shahada at our tongues and establish the Salat
Muslims, let’s fast, give Zakat and make Hajj to Allah
Furthermore, let’s do righteousness and make it a priority
To please only Allah, even if we are a small minority

Islamic Sciences have been abandoned for secular education
With misguidance as pillars and no sex segregation
And we smile with the achievements…BA, MA, PHD
With scarce understanding of our own Deen
No awareness of Tawheed so in Shirk we drown
When the angel of death does ultimately come around
Calling us to our dark, lonely grave with free admission
But now no wealth, status or degrees will be sufficient
Only good deeds and continuous charity can ease
The solitude, offering hope, comfort and peace
But that is only for those who used their time wisely
And a few are they, who lived this life piously
So we ask Allah to guide us to the true path
And to protect us from His eternal wrath
We pray that our humble efforts be sufficient
To enter us paradises that are surely magnificent
My sisters and brothers in faith please lets contemplate
Now, not later, or else it may be just too late

Umm Asiyah