Daily Archives: March 1, 2012
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.
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
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.”
Allah’s Apostle I said, “I have told you repeatedly to (use) the Siwak. (The Prophet put emphasis on the use of the Siwak.)
When the Prophet (p.b.u.h) got up at night (for the night prayer), he used to clean his mouth.
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?
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. =)