Author Archives: Hajrah

Fruition!

Sometimes I wonder if I were a butterfly, with flaming shades on my wings,
Fluttering here and resting there, hopping and flitting from leaves to twigs,

I would live in gardens green with trees and bushes plentiful,
Wild flowers would be my haven, their scents would make my tummy full

Oh what a life would that be to lead, with nature all around my feet
But then what about that place of which no ear has heard nor eye has seen?

To earn which, the worst of pains and bitter sorrows you have to endure,
The price is high, the pennies worth it but every step makes you sore,

Would it be legit for me to make it my residence eternal, my resting place?
Where everlasting blessings tempt one, but oh for the pleasure of seeing His Face!

Blue Butterfly

Light of Dawn

This piece of poetry was written on the theme of SIST ’14: Revive the light within; let the change begin
It was first published on youthclubblog.wordpress.com

I gaze at the moonless sky, covered with black clouds
The darkness piercing my eyes, I close them with a frown
I hear the cry of jackals, oh what an eerie sound!
Rest is as still as death, I sit there as if spellbound

Staring at the shadows of trees, hopelessness grips me
Innocent eyes brimming with tears, in my memory, I can see
Small hands, rough and dirty, plead for just one meal
This is not the story of a single child, it’s of millions in my country

There are those who talk of change yet their walk remains the same
With a fake face, they help society, but their hearts are in plague
The ones who persist in evil, corruption and bad fame
Are no good either from those who play the game without a name

Tired of failing to earn an honest penny is the young man who ends his life
Same goes for the pretty damsel, through whose broken heart pierces the knife
This depression, is it due to a lack of purpose, among the youth, rife?
Is all the education and those degrees really not worth the strife?

Thinking such desolate thoughts, with a heavy head, I fall asleep
Only to be waken by a ray of light, that through the windows peeped
The next day had come and the sun had risen, looking strong and sweet
Despite the darkness every night, resolute to spread the light, through every crack and creep

Sunlight through the trees

Suddenly I felt the hopelessness seeping out of my very soul
It’s true that our situation is bad, but certain things we can control
The sun rises every day, determined to fulfill its role
Nature stares in our face all the time, meant to inspire, so we too set firm goals

After all, darkness and evil prevailed even worse in the Prophet’s times
But in a few years, the picture displayed peace and conquests, with hardly any crimes
It was one man who became the agent of change, with only a few people by his side
Allah’s Word, the Glorious Quran, was what helped them spread the light

So my dear brothers and sisters, pay heed to these signs in nature therein
This Quran has been called An-Nur by the Lord, so it will revive the light within
The depression and frustration will end only if you turn to Him
So understand His Words with an open heart, enlighten yourself and let the change begin!

Gone with the Wind

Sometimes when I’m alone, I let my imagination run wild,
My mind wanders through deserts, I let the sand be my guide

I hear the hooves of horses, impatiently stamping the ground
They wait for the command of the leader, awaiting just a sound

I see in the eyes of warriors, bravery and determination
Their fearlessness comes from fear of the Master of creation

They conquer land upon land, pursuing no personal gain
Persia, Rome, Egypt, all for establishing Allah’s name

I also see the rulers in streets of these great kingdoms
Dressed in rags, nothing to eat, yet their hearts brim with wisdom

Both rich and poor of the nation, lead such simple lives
Working for an honest penny, they don’t know the meaning of lies

I see seekers of knowledge everywhere, thirsty and eager
Striving to learn night and day, though resources are meagre

One man travels 700 miles, just for listening to a single Hadith
He does not have a car or camel, he travels without any ease

Corruption and dishonesty, their dictionary has not these words
Muslims they are, they submit, they do not mock or curse

Pleasing the Lord of the Worlds is their only goal
They do not bow in front of humans, free are their souls

Suddenly I snap out of my vision, I wake up to today
‘Where have those Muslims gone?’, I cry out in dismay

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*This poem was first published on www.youthclubblog.wordpress.com

A Stranger!

Bismillah.

When they make fun of you, laugh at your face
When following Allah’s commands is taken as a disgrace

When you feel like a stranger amidst a friendly crowd
When your heart aches to be away from what’s about

When for once, you want to put down the pretense
And tell them what you think, even if they take offence

When you know you have to be quiet only for Allah’s sake
Though you feel you just can’t bear it, you’re just ready to break

Then know you’re on the path that the Prophets tread on
The best people of this earth, they were Allah’s beloved ones

Think of Ibrahim, threatened by his own kin
Thrown into the fire, with no guilt or sin

Think of Nuh, carrying God’s Word for 950 years
Steadily carving his ship of refuge amid all the jeers

Think of Hud, scorned and rejected, openly by his own nation
Yet he placed his trust in He, Who has in His Hands forelocks of all creation

Think of Saalih, patiently showing proofs to clear every doubt
But they slaughtered the she-camel without shame of any amount

Think of Lut, stopping his people from committing the most heinous sin ever
He felt in need of support, it was more than he could endeavor

Think of Shu`aib, trying his best to teach people to be just
Telling them to place in only Allah their trust

Think of Musa, inviting the Pharaoh to Oneness of God
Pharaoh who himself claimed to be the greatest lord

Think of Yusuf, a lone child down the well
Later sent to jail, though no blame on him befell

Think of Muhammad, who endured more hardships than any other being
Abused, mocked, hurt, accused, still never thought of fleeing

So if among the people, you feel shivers and go cold
Loneliness overcomes you, you can’t take anymore

Remember you’re a stranger on this perishable land
Meant to go back to Him, Who is always close at hand

Stranger

May Allah’s peace and blessings be upon all His Prophets. Ameen.

Wassalam,
Hajrah.

On the Train, To Poetry Lane

Assalam u ‘alaykum.

I am Hajrah Khawar and I like to introduce myself as a Muslim and student of knowledge. During my school years, I once wrote a poem on rain while studying at night for my maths exam. :P And then forgot about the existence of poetry in my life. Three months back it came to me in a rush of inspiration. Then things started happening, my friends caught me and on this blog I’ve been dragged at last. :D
 
This is one of the amazing things about Islam, it lets you discover, use and polish your skills, enjoy them and earn reward too. May Allah enable this to be a source of salvation for me and my fellow bloggers in the hereafter, and may this bring positive change in people’s lives. Say ameen. :)  
 
P.S.  I am only an amateur, don’t expect pro stuff. We have got some amazing poets in this section though. Stay tuned!
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