Allah’s Rope

I trusted them, and hurt I got

What happened was what I hadn’t thought

 

Afraid I got, more, day by day.

Things weren’t going the way I planned.

 

But what was wrong, where did I lack?

What is it I can’t understand?

 

The day then came, alone I was

No one to tell me what was right

 

Where were the people I had met?

This darkness really gives a fright

 

That’s who we are, humans, we’re strange

Putting our trust in mortal beings

 

A walking dummy, just made of clay

Who ends up being castaway!

 

I turned myself away from them

On whom do I now put my trust?

 

The friendship that seemed iron-strong

The shortest time, it took to rust

 

But then I saw, a hope there was,

Which could bring out the best in me!

 

Why did I not see it before?

How lost I was in fantasy!

 

That, which a mountain could not take

We took it and we then forgot

 

What honor was given to us!

And how we kept it far apart!

 

Is this it that I need in life?

Was I missing this all that time?

 

The messed up thoughts all in my head

Suddenly starting to make a rhyme…

 

Holding to strings society sets

How wrong I was to drift away

 

They only need you for some time

And after that you’re thrown away

 

I then went back to search the truth

Everything started to come together

 

Stopped worrying of what is in this world

Started worrying of what will be forever

 

The trust I needed, I now have

It makes me strong, it gives me hope

 

True love is the reward I get

I now hold firmly Allah’s rope.

The Forgotten Gift Too!

Asalaamu Alaykum!

My name is Mariam Riaz, a Graphic Designer by qualification, a Senior Web Editor by profession and a writer at heart. I will be assisting brother Omer in the poetry section entitled, “The Forgotten Gift”. I’ve been writing, in general, ever since I started consciously thinking about things around me. I wrote my first poem when I was 12, but started writing poetry regularly in my late teens. Some of my poetry is a little abstract/indirect because I want the reader to think about it and draw their own conclusions. Please bear with me! :)

Writing is an amazing process of not only expressing yourself, but also of discovering oneself. Ever since I’ve realised my purpose in life, I want to use this medium not only to share my experiences but also to communicate what I’ve learnt for the benefit of others.

May Allah (SWT) accept this endeavour and enable me to use it entirely for His sake. Looking forward to this fantastic journey, inshaAllah! :D

Friday: Miswaak (Ahadith 710 – 713)

Assalamu`alaykum,
Bismillah.

Volume 2, Book 13, Number 710:

Narrated Abu Huraira:

Allah’s Apostle said, “If I had not found it hard for my followers or the people, I would have ordered them to clean their teeth with Siwak for every prayer.”

Volume 2, Book 13, Number 711:

Narrated Anas:

Allah’s Apostle I said, “I have told you repeatedly to (use) the Siwak. (The Prophet put emphasis on the use of the Siwak.)

Volume 2, Book 13, Number 712:

Narrated Hudhaifa:

When the Prophet (p.b.u.h) got up at night (for the night prayer), he used to clean his mouth.

Volume 2, Book 13, Number 713:

Narrated ‘Aisha:

AbdurRahman bin Abi Bakr came holding a Siwak with which he was cleaning his teeth. Allah’s Apostle looked at him. I requested Abdur-Rahman to give the Siwak to me and after he gave it to me I divided it, chewed it and gave it to Allah’s Apostle. Then he cleaned his teeth with it and (at that time) he was resting against my chest.

Siwak/Miswak:  twigs of certain trees that are being used on a regular basis by Muslims for centuries (and all Prophets Peace upon them) to maintain oral hygiene and gain the pleasure of Allah SWT.  It is a “natural toothbrush.”  Not only does it provide spiritual benefits, but it is also beneficial to the everyday maintenance of one’s mouth, gums, and teeth.

The Prohet (PBUH) said; “It is a recommended for every adult male on Friday to take a bath and put on cologne if it is possible and to use miswak.” (Sahih Muslim)

And he (SAW) said: ‘Four things are amongst the practices of the Ambiyaa — circumcision, application of perfume, Miswaak and marriage’. (Ahmad and Tirmizi)

Y u no use miswak, then?

Wassalam.

The Forgotten Gift

Assalam u Alaikum!

So we’re starting a poetry section on this blog. I’m Omer Shahid, a student of BS in Mechanical Engineering from GIKI, and I would be running this page In sha Allah. I started writing poetry when I was in Class 7 and after that I never really payed any attention to it, lol. Until last summer, when I wrote a few poems and thought of writing a book but I didn’t have much support. But now, a month ago, I found out about this amazing organization Youth Club, whose purpose is to make this society a better place by inspiring positive change in the Youth of today. And I can confidently say they’re doing their job! Since EVERYONE there is so inspiring masha Allah and they push you to discover yourself and find what you’re good at, keeping religion as the main ingredient. So I had no choice but to become a member of YC, and now I’ve written many poems recently and would continue to do so insha Allah. =)