You only live once so sit back and enjoy
No time for sorrows so fill it up with joy
This way of thinking is totally wrong
Our total existence is forever long
Life is for eternity its stages are four
The first is in the womb, but hold on there's more
The second is from birth until the moment we die
The third takes place in the place where we lie
Barzakh is it's name until judgement day
The fourth is eternity and in heaven we pray!
The soul splits from the body at the time we die
Then with the angel of death, they both will fly
If the person is pious, the angel looks handsome
And the wicked will wish, that they could ransom
For the pious, the soul is taken on a piece of silk
Eventually, they're in heaven with rivers of milk
The evil person's soul is dragged out with pain
Then they know, their life was in vain
When Allah swt gives the order, the soul is returned
Either to a bed of paradise, or else to be burned
The soul is returned, while the family are grieving
And then he is questioned while his loved ones are leaving
At that time the person will be in such a state
He is asked three questions which determine his fate
He will be panicking, his heart full of fear
When he sees the angels, Munkar and Nakeer
He will be asked about his God, religion and what did he say
About the person who appears in front of him that day
That will be Muhammed SAWS, who can save us from hell
The pious will recognize him, but others won't tell
After answering rightly they are saved from the ordeal
Of the torments of the grave, which to us seem unreal
Their grave is extended and in peace they stay
They will praise Allah SWT and continue to pray
A window of paradise is seen and they sleep in bliss
Whereas the unbelievers grave becomes hell's abyss
Creatures are let loose on their fronts and back
Their graves close in until their ribs will crack
They are in constant agony until judgement day
Nothing will help, it will be too late to pray
They will know because of themselves, their future is wrecked
But they won't have a clue what to further expect
For the believer , it passes like a good night's sleep
His good deeds have been done, the rewards he shall keep
Judgement day will pass like the time for a prayer
At the speed of light he crosses the bridge, thin as a hair
And before he knows it, he is in paradise
Whereas the unbeliever, will be paying his price
This life is a journey, death isn't the end
Real life goes on, so don't just pretend
So prepare now, we're not here to stay
Follow Islam, the key is to pray
Brothers and sisters take this advice
You'll be proud of yourself, when in paradise!
To a non-muslim woman
by Rashid Khan |
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When you look at me
All that you can see
is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can't hear
because you're too full of fear,
mouth gaping, all you do is stare You think it's not my choice
in your own "liberation" rejoice.
You think I'm uneducated,
trapped, oppressed and subjugated,
You're so thankful that you're free. But non-Muslim woman you've got it wrong
You're the weak and I'm the strong.
For I've rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes - low neck, short skirt
those are devices for pain and hurt.
I'm not falling for that little plan. I'm a person with ideas and thought.
I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.
I'm me - not a fancy toy,
I won't decorate anyone's arm,
nor be promoted for my charm.
There is more to be than playing coy. Living life as a balancing game - mother,
daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover
and still bring home a wage.
Who thought up this modern "freedom"?
Where man can love'em and man can leave'em.
This is not free, but life in a cage.
Always jumping to a male agenda
competing on his terms.
No job share, no creche facilities,
no feeding and nappy changing amenities
No time off for menstrual pain,
"hormones" they laugh "what a shame"
No equal pay equal skill
your job they can always fill.
No promotion unless you're sterilised.
No promotion unless you're sexually terrorised.
And this is liberation? Non-Muslim woman you can have your life.
Mine - it has less strife.
I cover and I get respected,
surely that's to be expected,
for I won't demean the feminine,
I won't live to male criterion,
I dance to my own tune
and I hope you see this very soon.
For your own sake - wake up and use your sight.
Are you so sure that you are right?
Whispers of Satan
by Sould Advisor |
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Stay in your bed, don't make a fuss.
Your prayers can wait; give in to your nafs. (1)
What! Go to the mosque, the path you'll pave?
Don't bother, think of the gas you'll save.
Why go the extra miles to be kind?
Don't share that smile, they won't mind!
Listen to your parents, why should you?
You're big enough, don't let them tell you what to do!
Don't look at those orphans, what could they need?
You have your own problems, and family to feed.
Wear good Hijab? Oh me, Oh my, you'll be targeted as a Muslim and put to shame.
Just wear no makeup, and dress simple and plain.
Go for Jihad? No not you.
It's not your problem, what can you do?
Don't worry about Jannah, your place is reserved.
I promise you'll get all you deserve.
Preach about Islam, and be nice?
Listen to me, and take my advice!!!
Don't fast during Ramadan, you'll feel dead.
Don't go for Hajj, the heat you'll dread.
Why give charity, or feed the poor?
Don't do it I say, They'll just ask for more.
Don't visit the Muslims, they'll bite your back.
Don't stop your work for prayer, it's money you lack.
Then he makes you hoard your wealth.
He thinks while he talks, and laughs to himself.
You take me as your friend, and don't give me a fight.
I'll take you to hell to gain respite.
On the judgement day we will meet.
Allah's plan we can not defeat.
Shatan thinks and thinks of more to say.
Say A' oothoo billahi, and make him run away.
Dear believer, don't let shatan put you to the test.
You can overcome him, just do your best.
(1) Nafs: Arabic word meaning self. (yourself) |
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