Most Important Email

September 13, 2008

 

O servants of Allah 
Young Muslims of today
You wait impatiently everyday
For e-mail messages of the day

You log on several times a day
It makes you feel good 
Then you hear “you got mail”
You cannot wait to read it

Some messages are good
From your friends and relatives
But most are plain junk
That waste your time
You delete them fast

Did you know 1400 years ago
Allah sent you a long e-mail
Through Angel Gabriel of course
Revealed upon the holy Prophet(p)
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HOLY QUR’AN IS MY NAME

September 4, 2008

Holy Qur’an is My Name

I am a book in elegant prints
To know my name, here are some hints
Rich in cover and nicely bound
In hearts of Muslims, I am rarely found
High on a shelf

I am forgotten where I am left
With respect, I do get lots of kisses
My main point is what they always miss
In a melodious voice, they recite me
Neglecting the message inside me


At times I am used for phony swear
My true use is very very rare
A miracle I am that can change the world
All one has to do is understand my word
I have wisdom, I have treasure

So much that there is no measure
I am your saviour, I am your guide
But who’s there to follow the bide
Right from wrong is my fame
Holy Qur’an is my name

Noor Mohammed Merchant


A Time For Peace

September 4, 2008

Little Poets

A Time for Peace

Ramadan, the month of fasting
The arrival of glad tidings

Purify the wealth, thus acquired, by remitting
A share to the needy, as God is oft-forgiving

Fasting is like a shield
Abstains from sin and quarreling

Cheerfulness this month yields
Enables a peaceful life in every being

Makes a person hospitable
By taking away the quality of greed

In Lailathul Qadr, the Night of Power
Sent Qur’an, the glorious, as guide to mankind

Can attain self-control and intellectual power
By knowing the existence of one kind

Let us unite in group
To share the pleasure of fasting

With utmost dignity and hope
To complete peacefully the fasting

K. M. Fouzia


WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND

August 30, 2008

 

 

TWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING 
THROUGH THE DESERT.
DURING SOME  POINT OF THE 
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT;
AND ONE FRIEND SLAPPED THE 
OTHER ONE IN THE FACE!

 

THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED 

WAS HURT,  
BUT WITHOUT  SAYING  ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE  SAND:


TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. My best friend slapped me !
 THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED TO TAKE A BATH 

 

THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN SLAPPED
GOT STUCK IN THE MIRE !
AND STARTED DROWNING, 
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED H IM.

AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM THE NEAR 
DROWNING, HE WROTE ON A STONE: 

‘TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE ‘. 

 

THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED AND

SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND ASKED HIM,
‘AFTER I HURT YOU, YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW, YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?’

 

 

THE FRIEND REPLIED ‘WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US, 
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN IN SAND,
WHERE WINDS OF FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE, 
WHERE NO WIND CAN EVER ERASE IT.’

 

 

LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND
AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.

 

 

 

 


HAZARDS OF DOING NOTHING!

August 5, 2008
DOING NOTHING
———— —-
An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, ‘Can I also sit like you
and do nothing?’
The eagle answered: ‘Sure, why not.’

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a
sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story:
To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.
Otherwise keep moving and keep working for your own safety.

 

 


THE WAY I AM DRESSED

July 21, 2008

The Way I am Dressed
Posted byAdministrator on Sunday, January 14 @ 12:58:25 EET
Contributed by Anonymous

You look at me and call me oppressed,
Simply because of the way I’m dressed,
You know me not for what’s inside,
You judge the clothing I wear with pride,

My body’s not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,

I’m an individual, I’m no mans slave,
It’s Allah’s pleasure that I only crave,
I have a voice so I will be heard,
For in my heart I carry His word,

“O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
So you won’t be bothered by ignorant folk”,
Man doesn’t tell me to dress this way,
It’s a Law from God that I obey,

Oppressed is something I’m truly NOT,
For liberation is what I’ve got,
It was given to me many years ago,
With the right to prosper, the right to grow,

I can climb mountains or cross the seas,
Expand my mind in all degrees,
For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
When He sent Islam,
To You and Me!


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