author unknown
How do women fit into Islam? What is their fate?
This has been the subject of many a debate
‘For the believing men and women, is a great reward’
This is from Surah al Ahzaab, the words of our Lord
It can be seen from reading the Holy Quran
That a woman has some privilege over a man
Praying is exempted during menstruation
Here Islam gives women consideration
A woman after marriage becomes a wife
For nine long months she carries new life
During childbirth she is exempted to fast
Islam is against the burying of girls in the past
They can pray at the mosque or even at home
They may marry or divorce, it’s their choice, their own
After marriage she can retain her old maiden name
And is rewarded for treating all her offspring the same
Once they are married they should live pious lives
‘And the best men are those who are best to their wives’
Islam shows equality my sisters and brothers
Don’t forget paradise lies at the feet of your mothers
Women in the UK had property rights from 1938
This right was given by Islam, 14 centuries to date
In the UK, women could vote from 1918
This was stated 1400 years ago in Islam, our deen
Women can work and lead a happily married life
But shouldn’t neglect her role as mother and wife
A woman for her child’s upbringing, deserves her credit
Islam also gives a woman the right to inherit
A woman’s status in Islam, we should never neglect
In Islam they are favored and deserve their respect.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Friday, March 18, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
To a non-Muslims Woman by Rashid Khan
When you look at me
All that you can see
Is it 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" you 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 me 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 amenity
No time off for menstrual pain
"Hormones" they laugh "what a shame"
No equal pay for equal skill
Your job they can always fill
No promotion unless you're sterilized
No promotion unless you're sexually terrorized
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?
All that you can see
Is it 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" you 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 me 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 amenity
No time off for menstrual pain
"Hormones" they laugh "what a shame"
No equal pay for equal skill
Your job they can always fill
No promotion unless you're sterilized
No promotion unless you're sexually terrorized
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?
Monday, February 28, 2011
The Muslim Woman "Unveiled" by Izdehar Albowyha
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 man’s 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!
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 man’s 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!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Paradise
(author unknown)
Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it’s the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no one gets bored
You’ll enter the gate of paradise, if it’s in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you’ll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
Containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they’ll live forever, no one will die
It’s bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah (SWT) will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they’ll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there’ll be no remorse
To visit others, they’ll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there’ll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah (SWT) removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah’s presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest, will be where we stay
Allah (SWT) has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Abbreviations:
SWT - Subhanahu Wa Tala
Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer, this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it’s the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no one gets bored
You’ll enter the gate of paradise, if it’s in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you’ll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divine
Containing water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they’ll live forever, no one will die
It’s bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah (SWT) will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they’ll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there’ll be no remorse
To visit others, they’ll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there’ll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah (SWT) removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah’s presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest, will be where we stay
Allah (SWT) has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Abbreviations:
SWT - Subhanahu Wa Tala
The Torments of Hell
(author unknown)
If only you knew the torments of hell
It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell
It is in existence even as we speak
And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak
On the day of rising, hell will be in view
A terrible sight, if only you knew
It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns
And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains
After burning for a thousand years, it’s flames turned white
A thousand more years, now it’s as black as the night
You think the flames are bearable, you’re totally wrong
The flames of hell are sixty nine times as strong
In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones
The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones
The thickness of your skin will greatly increase
Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease
The people in hell are there to stay
They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day
70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown
To hit the bottom of hell and it won’t be alone
The food of hell resembles a devil’s head
And to drink, boiling water and blood bright red
Which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out
The inhabitants of hell will scream and shout
Some will be taken out by Almighty Allah’s command
But the polytheists will stay eternally damned
Take up Islam, the only way to succeed
And if you don’t, you’re unfortunate indeed
Brothers and sisters, help determine your fate
Once you see hellfire, it’ll be far too late.
If only you knew the torments of hell
It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell
It is in existence even as we speak
And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak
On the day of rising, hell will be in view
A terrible sight, if only you knew
It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns
And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains
After burning for a thousand years, it’s flames turned white
A thousand more years, now it’s as black as the night
You think the flames are bearable, you’re totally wrong
The flames of hell are sixty nine times as strong
In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones
The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones
The thickness of your skin will greatly increase
Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease
The people in hell are there to stay
They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day
70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown
To hit the bottom of hell and it won’t be alone
The food of hell resembles a devil’s head
And to drink, boiling water and blood bright red
Which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out
The inhabitants of hell will scream and shout
Some will be taken out by Almighty Allah’s command
But the polytheists will stay eternally damned
Take up Islam, the only way to succeed
And if you don’t, you’re unfortunate indeed
Brothers and sisters, help determine your fate
Once you see hellfire, it’ll be far too late.
Life After Death
(author unknown)
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 its name until judgment 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 (SAW), 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 judgment 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
Judgment 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!
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 its name until judgment 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 (SAW), 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 judgment 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
Judgment 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!
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