You perceive your beauty has the ability to attract all,
Eyes fixated on you, as you glide through the mall.
You emphasize and exaggerate your movement as you walk,
Your accent changes from person to person as you talk.
Lipstick smeared on your lips, color, shocking red,
Your hair open, you think your gorgeous drop dead.
Alas, if only you knew your true value and state,
You would repent and amend your ill fate.
Oh Muslimah, wake up to reality, where are you heading?
What life are you treading? What quilt are you threading?
The men who love you; the women who are full of praise,
Their all liars, cheats and deceiving you for a few days.
Step back and ask yourself, are their feelings true and pure?
Would they love you, even if you had an illness with no cure?
Would they compliment you, if your nose discharged water?
Or would they place your beauty on the altar for slaughter?
You perceive by adorning tight jeans and tops you are free,
The world will accept and love you like a celebrity.
Yes, beauty is encouraged for women, but check your intention?
Is it with Allah azawajal or is it for the humanity convention?
Do you really want to be used and abused as a sex toy?
For cheap thrills, for lustful eyes, as a temporary joy?
When you walk with your high heels leaving a resonance of click,
The earth and the celestial curse you dear sister, ever so quick.
Wake up and look around you, those who call you a friend,
What is their aim, what is their motive, their real end?
Are your friends going to be the companions of hell?
Are they going to drag you into the fire as well?
Or are they the companions of the garden forever?
Helping you, guiding you, to Islam, Kufr never?
Your life of so called freedom, last it will for how long?
Soon the soul will be captured, ruined will be your beauty song.
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Think for a while, what is the best on the earth we can do?
I am asking in the terms of worldy, let me name a few.
The finest clothing you can adorn and wear; none other than silk,
The finest drink that you can consume, none other than milk
The finest food you can eat and enjoy; none other than honey.
The finest riches you can possess; none other than money.
The finest pleasurable act you can do; none other than reproduce,
The finest talk you can have with someone; none other than seduce.
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Now that I have your intention, let me tell you something true.
To some it may come as a surprise, to others nothing new.
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Silk, the finest of material used throughout the land!
Silk is produced by worms in their salivary gland.
The finest material you can wear is made by worms spit,
Surely this must make you think and recheck your pride a bit?
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Milk, the finest drink that you can consume and drink
Also consumed by every other created animal, think!
From the breast of animals to your cereal bowl
A drink not for you only but for creatures all.
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Honey, the finest food you can eat and enjoy!
This is also a fact, although for some it may annoy,
Nectar mixed with enzymes from glands in the mouths of bees
Layman terms, that nectar and bee vomit, do you now see?
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Money, the finest riches you can have, what a test.
Buildings, property, land, with it you can invest.
People selling their bodies for it, others drugs, some kill.
Regardless of income, everyone is complaining about the bill.
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Reproduce, the finest pleasurable act you can do.
Something that even the animals do, nothing new.
The joining of organs which are most impure,
An act that can give you STD’s with no known cure
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Seduce, the finest talk you can have with another,
Would you talk like that to your father or brother?
What if someone spoke like that to your mum,
Would you still giggle and say “oh this is fun?”
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This is all humans are my sister, don’t you see?
Then why do you think you are high and mighty?
All humans are created equal, the same,
We may differ in color and in name,
But ultimately the true difference is when,
An ordinary rises above all other men,
This is done through worship of Allah alone,
Not through anorexia whereby becoming a bone,
Wouldn’t you rather please your Lord?
Rather than these liars who falsely reward.
Whose gift would you rather prefer anyway?
Roses and flowers from men that wither away?
Or an everlasting garden from Ar Raheem?
Please understand and wake up from your dream.
Dear sister, you will stand in His presence, one day*.
Think, how will it be like what will you say?
From all those you try to hide yoursins today,
Will be presentonlooking in disgust on that day.
Leave your mother and father to the side,
In front of Allah and His*Rasool, where will you hide?
Please wake up before it’s too late!
And your being dragged to hells gate*
Read it on another site, felt like sharing it here.*