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I am a Muslim And God I praise For all His blessings My voice I raise In one God I believe No equal has He Lord of the universe Compassionate to me Muhammad the prophet Taught me the way To be honest and truthful Throughout every day The holy Qur'an To life is my guide It's teachings I follow By it I abide Islam my religion Preaches good deeds Mercy and kindness To the right path it leads Upon all humanity God showers His grace Regardless of colour Nationality or race Through working together Our hopes increase To live in a world Full of love and peace I am a Muslim And God I praise For all His blessings Myvoice I raise Islam is a way of life, try it. Islam is a gift, accept it. Islam is a journey, complete it. Islam is a struggle, fight for it. Islam is a goal, achieve it. Islam is an opportunity, take it. Islam is not for sinners, overcome it. Islam is not a game, don't play with it. Islam is not a mystery, behold it. Islam is not for cowards, face it. Islam is not for the dead, live it. Islam is a promise, fulfill it. Islam is a duty, perform it. Islam is a treasure (the Prayer), pray it. Islam is a beautiful way of life, see it. Islam has a message for you, hear it. Islam is love , love it. By the Sun, the moon, the stars, and galaxies By the Heaven and Earth By the mountains, the hills, the valleys, the plains, the desserts, and canyons By the ocean, the seas, the lakes, the rivers, and the streams Lies the Word of God. Islam is peace, Islam is ease, Islam's not danger or disease. Islam is love and prosperity. Islam's not hatred or adversity. Islam is salvation through repentence. Islam has love for all in abundance. Islam means no harm or affliction. Islam implores you with affection. Islam is neither maze nor craze. Islam is giving Allah all praise. Islam is acing through the race. Islam will be on everyone's face. Islam is worshipping only the Creator. Islam's not mere numbers on a calculator. Islam gives you power when you surrender. Islam's not a terrorist or for a pretender. Islam is patience and perseverance. Islam eases your vengeance through tolerance. Islam is life for all eternity. Islam gives you respect, moreover dignity. Islam is winning hearts through honesty Islam is giving openly in charity Islam makes you wholesome and trustworthy Islam is in wealth as well as in poverty. Islam is your shield against all evil. Islam is for your soul's retrieval. Islam not fundamentalism or fanaticism. Islam's not nationalism or racism. Wake up, people, Islam is here. Islam is here, so have no fear. "Come and Follow me." Said the fool to the crowd, And they did. So sad to see, So easily people are misguided. So easy are they tempted, With false promises of men. Their life too is false, Contented in their illusion. Will they ever see? Their hearts are made of stone And they feel nothing. No regrets, no pain, no peace - Just a life Full of emptiness. People wake up and see! Life is not an illusion. On the Day of Judgement, The punishment is real And the reward everlasting. This is the story that must be told of an Iraqi baby, not very old. Lying in her crib one star lit night How could she know of those planes in flight? She lay there quietly touching her nose, Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes, Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she, Talking to someone, who could it be? An angel is standing with her in the room. The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom. The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round. And suddenly comes a most deafening sound. The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ... On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ... No one knows how long she lie there Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care? Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain? Now that you mention it, who knows her name? Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope. Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope. Where is my mommy? I love her so dear Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here! I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet. There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat! Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother? It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?! How long have I been here? Is this just a dream? I open my mouth, but can't even scream. That angel appears once again to my side, This time with a tear I plead Why have I died? Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others. In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers. Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die? They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?! Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be? Don't they also have babies, just like me? It is war they say, of which death is part. How blind they've become, How hardened of heart. Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak? A victory claimed for killing the weak?! Why are they happy? Why are they proud? Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?! No war has been won; No ifs, buts, or maybes, They've Only Killed Babies!!!! And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong. I asked for Wisdom......... And God gave me Problems to solve. I asked for Prosperity......... And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work. I asked for Courage......... And God gave me Danger to overcome. I asked for Love......... And God gave me Troubled people to help. I asked for Favours......... And God gave me Opportunities. I received nothing I wanted I received everything I needed My Prayer has been answered She smiled at a sorrowful stranger. The smile seemed to make him feel better. He remembered past kindness of a friend And wrote him a thank you letter. The friend was so pleased with the thank you That he left a large tip after lunch. The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip, Gave part to a man on the street. The man on the street was grateful; For two days he'd had nothing to eat. After he finished his dinner, He left for his small dingy room. He didn't know at that moment that he might be facing his doom. On the way he picked up a shivering puppy And took him home to get warm. The puppy was very grateful To be in out of the storm. That night the house caught on fire. The puppy barked the alarm. He barked till he woke the whole household And saved everybody from harm. One of the boys that he rescued Grew up to be President. All this because of a simple smile That hadn't cost a cent. ...and THAT is the power of a smile! So smile away :) The Messenger of Allah, upon whom be peace, said: "Every good deed is sadaqah (charity). To meet your brother with a smiling face and to pour out from your bucket into his container are sadaqah." Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire, If you did, what would there be to look forward to? Be thankful when you don't know something For it gives you the opportunity to learn. Be thankful for the difficult times. During those times you grow. Be thankful for your limitations Because they give you opportunities for improvement. Be thankful for each new challenge Because it will build your strength and character. Be thankful for your mistakes They will teach you valuable lessons. Be thankful when you're tired and weary Because it means you've made a difference. It is easy to be thankful for the good things. A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also thankful for the setbacks. GRATITUDE can turn a negative into a positive. Find a way to be thankful for your troubles and they can become your blessings. Meditation in God is my capital Reason and Sound logic is the root of my religion Love is the foundation of my existence Enthusiasiam is the vehicle of my life Comtemplation of God is my companion Faith is the source of my power Sorrow is my friend Knowledge is my weapon Patience is my garb and virtue Submission to devine will is my pride Truth is my salvation Worship is my habit And in prayer lies the coolness of my eye and the peace of my mind. The female infant buried in the sand, On Qiyamah, in front of Allah will she stand, Seeking the reason for her premature end, A custom the Pagan Arabs cared not to amend, A mercy for mankind, the Prophet then arrived Ending their murder, their infanticide, But that was the story of a bygone era, I write to tell you a place much nearer, Where half a million children have met the same fate, Embargoed and traumatised by the United States, I speak of Iraq, crushed and defeated, A country from where all mercy has retreated, Who's children lie buried deep under the sand, Of sorrow and anguish we'd never understand, For what reason, what crime, what sin did they die? The Iraqi children who were born to cry, A genocide of apocalyptic proportions, Hidden and silenced by media distortions, The greatest bombardment in the history of war, Cluster bombs, napalm - all this, what for? Stabilisation of the Saudi economy, 'Peace' with Israel, Palestinian autonomy, All envisioned in the 'new world order' New age imperialism without any borders, And who pays the price for this new world order? The victims of course, of this one sided slaughter, The people of Iraq, both young and old, Who's destiny the Muslims have miserably sold, Whose hopes and dreams have withered and perished, For the everyday freedoms which you and I cherish, The freedom to live, the freedom to survive, Under such sanctions it's hard to stay alive, But they won't get their freedom, until we will get ours, The Muslim nations, from the Imperialist powers, And until such a time what will you do? Go back to sleep like so many do? So the earth cries out, and the heavens do weep, As Iraq dies silently, the world is asleep. (2)Our Future We tend to plan for our future everyday, Desperately we try to pave the way. We save every little bit of money we can find, And to the people who can help us achieve we are kind. If there is something we want bad enough we're willing to fight, For a future filled with happiness that is oh so bright. It is unfortunate though, to fill everyone's hearts with sorrow, But remember dear muslims our future is not tomorrow. It is not money or fame that will get us ahead, But the number of times we worship God before bed. That is what will make our future unimaginably great, So let us wake up and take control of our fate. Tomorrow is not the future you should be planning for, But the day you will be standing before Allah's door. The day where we will be reminded of every last deed, Like the day you forgot the poor because of your greed. And what dear muslim shall you say, When Allah asks you why you didn't pray? No excuse will be enough, To get out of the hellfire that will be so rough. So let us pray, worship and keep the poor fed, For our future begins once we are all dead. (3)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 kept Forgotten there, I am left. With respect I do get lots of kiss 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 so there is no measure I'm your savior, I'm your guide but who's there to follow the bide Right from wrong is my fame, Holy Qur'an is my name. HONESTY Several years ago an Imam moved to London, United Kingdom. He often took the bus from his home to the downtown area. Some weeks after he arrived, he had occasion to ride the same bus. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a twenty pence (a.k.a 'tuppence') too much change. As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, you better give the twenty pence back. It would be wrong to keep it. Then he thought, "Oh, forget it, it's only tuppence. Who would worry about this little amount? Anyway the bus company already gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a gift from Allah (swt) and keep quiet." When his stop came, the Imam paused momentarily at the door, then he handed the twenty pence back to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change". The driver with a smile, replied,"Aren't you the new Imam in this area? I have been thinking lately about going to worship at your Mosque.I just wanted to see what you would do, if I gave you too much change." When the Imam stepped off the bus, his knees became weak and soft, he had to grab the nearest light pole and held on for support, and looked up to the heavens and cried: "Oh Allah, I almost sold You and Islam for twenty pence!" Surah Ibrahim 14:38 "O our Lord! truly Thou Dost know what we conceal And what we reveal: For nothing whatever is hidden From Allah, whether on earth Or in heaven" : : : : : Surah Al Nahl 16:19 And Allah doth know What you conceal, And what you reveal. |