The eyes that cry look at me
through pain and constant misery.
If one child could touch the hearts of all
than each day would bring a constant fall
of hate and death and killing of the soul,
for in the child is the answer we are told.
The heart that once was pure and sweet
is covered with a blood soaked sheet,
destruction of lifes qualitys
leaves little to fond memories.
The eyes blinded from the morning sun
can still see what the bulldozers have done.
the soul of a child clean at birth
fills with hate like sand bags with earth.
Will a bullet or a bomb replace the joy
a child should feel for a brand new toy
Weary eyes wander down the street
to the place where despair and revenge meet.
As the sunrise begins another day
two mothers hearts are torn away,
with anguish and heartache in their eyes
still there is no compromise.
If the bombed and the bomber could only see
the eyes that cried when they looked at me.
Immovable by the beauty that is You
Spellbound by the mysticism of life
Causing me to overlook the negative genealogies
Avoiding failing and worse casualties
Just to be near You
Aishah: The Mother of the Believers
- Muhammad Haroon
She is Aishah
Born in Makkah
Nine years before Hijrah
Daughter of Abd-Allah
Sister of Abd-al-Rahman
Their mother is Umm-Ruman
Active and playful
Understanding and cheerful
She married the Messenger
For some gold as mahr
Source of pleasure
And comfort for her partner
I and probably some others write all the time. I know myself and others would love it if we all could start commenting on one anothers work. Ive been trying to do that lately and want others to follow suit. Bad and good comments are welcomed. Confucious once said: "He that would perfect his work must first sharpen his tools."
Besides the entrance to the Jamia Masjid (Friday Mosque) or on the roadside, there are old men who sit and sell an ugly and strange palm-sized stick, upon enquiry; its used for brushing the teeth, known as Siwak. Taken aback. You wonder what type of people they are, that too in this advanced modern age these oldies are hanging on to this strange tooth-twig instead of company manufactured brand toothbrush.
Pick up the pieces of your soul
that have been tossed into the dirt
Pick it up, polish it off, and treasure it
just as one would an echanted jewel
that was once hidden far beneath the earth
Torment your soul no more
of your searching
Let it find peace
and satisfy that longing
for the Beloved.
For, "verily in the rememberance of Allah
to hearts find rest"
Treat your soul
with the comfort of prayer
guard it with
the shield of dhikr
Remove those black spots
with istighfaar
and caress it with
the Love of the Divine.
"All acts done by the sons of Adam are meant for him, except fasting. It is exclusively meant for Me, and I (alone) will reward him for it"
(Bukhari and Muslim)
It is that point in the time of year
The time Muslims beam with cheer
Ramadan is at last here
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