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<b>I Wonder... </b>
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If Prophet Muhammad visited you
Just for a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you'd do.
Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room,
To such an honored guest,
And all the food you'd serve him,
Would be the very best,
And you would keep assuring him,
You're glad to have him there,
That serving him in your home,
Is joy beyond compare.
But.....when you saw him coming,
Would you meet him at the door,
With arms outstreched in welcome,
To your visitor?
Or....would you have to change your clothes
Before you let him in?
Or hide some magazines and put,
The Quran where they had been?
Would you still watch X-rated movies,
On your T.V. set?
Or would you switch it off,
Before he gets upset?
Would you turn off the radio,
And hope he hadn't heard?
And wish you hadn't uttered the last loud hasty word?
Would you hide your worldy music,
And instead take Hadith books out?
Could you let him walk right in,
Or would you rush about?
And, I wonder.....if the Prophet spent
A day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing the things,
You always do?
Would you go right on saying the things
You always say?
Would life for you continue,
As it does from day to day?
Would your family conversating,
Keep up its usual pace,
And Would you find it hard each meal,
To say a table grace?
Would you keep up each and every prayer?
Without putting on a frown?
And would you always jump up early,
For prayer at dawn?
Would you sing the songs you always sing,
And read the books you read?
And let him know the things on which,
Your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take Prophet with you,
Everywhere you plan to go?
Or, would you maybe change your plans,
Just for a day or so?
Would you be glad to have him meet,
Your very closest friends?
Or, would you hope they stay away,
Until his visit ends?
Would you be glad to have him stay,
Forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great relief,
When he at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know,
The things that you would do.
If Prophet Muhammad, in person,
came, to spend some time with you.
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<b>Complaints of Mosque </b>
(unknown author)
I want to know,
Where have you been so long?
I want to know,
Why you left me alone for too long?
I want to know,
What has attracted you more then I?
Oh, dear I want to know,
Why you come to me on Fridays only?
I want to know,
Why you come unto me in Ramadan only?
I want to know,
Why you fill me up on Eid day only?
Oh ! Please, please do tell me
I really want to know,
Do you still remember that
For your marriage you came to me?
I want to know that,
If you still remember that,
The last place you will visit before
You go to your grave is me.
Now Eid has come,
you have all gone.
And still I want to know,
Why you have left me alone for how long?
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<b>Malkul Mawt </b>
> It was early in the morning at four,
> When death knocked upon a bedroom door,
>
> Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
> I'm Malkul Mawt, let me inside.
>
> At once, the man began to shiver,
> As one sweating in deadly fever,
>
> He shouted to his sleeping wife,
> Don't let him take away my life.
>
> Please go away, O Angel of Death!
> Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.
>
> My family on me depends,
> Give me a chance, O please prepense!
>
> The angel knocked again and again,
> Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
>
> Tis your soul Allah requires,
> I come not with my own desire.
>
> Bewildered, the man began to cry,
> O Angel I'm so afraid to die,
>
> I'll give you gold and be your slave,
> Don't send me to the unlit grave.
>
> Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,
> Open the door; get up from your bed,
>
> If you do not allow me in,
> I will walk through it, like a Jinn.
>
> The man held a gun in his right hand,
> Ready to defy the Angel's stand.
>
> I'll point my gun, towards your head,
> You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.
>
> By now the Angel was in the room,
> Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.
>
> Foolish man, Angels never die,
> Put down your gun and do not sigh.
>
> Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,
> To die according to Allah's plan?
>
> Come smile at me, do not be grim,
> Be Happy to return to Him.
>
> O Angel! I bow my head in shame,
> I had no time to take Allah's Name.
>
> From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
> Not even caring for my health.
>
> Allah's command I never obeyed,
> Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
>
> A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,
> But no time had I to repent.
>
> The Hajj was already FARD on me,
> But I would not part with my money.
>
> All charities I did ignore,
> Taking usury more and more.
>
> Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine,
> With flirting women I sat to dine.
>
> O Angel! I appeal to you,
> Spare my life for a year or two.
>
> The Laws of Quran I will obey,
> I'll begin SALAT this very day.
>
> My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,
> And keep away from self-conceit.
>
> I will refrain from usury,
> And give all my wealth to charity,
>
> Wine and wenches I will detest,
> Allah's oneness I will attest.
>
> We Angels do what Allah demands,
> We cannot go against His commands.
>
> Death is ordained for everyone,
> Father, mother, daughter or son.
>
> I'm afraid this moment is your last,
> Now be reminded, of your past,
>
> I do understand your fears,
> But it is now too late for tears.
>
> You lived in this world, two score and more,
> Never did you, your people adore.
>
> Your parents, you did not obey,
> Hungry beggars, you turned away.
>
> Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
> In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
>
> Instead of making more Muslims,
> You made your children non-Muslims.
>
> You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,
> Nor did you read the Holy Quran.
>
> Breaking promises all your life,
> Backbiting friends, and causing strife.
>
> From hoarded goods, great profits you made,
> And your poor workers, you underpaid.
>
> Horses and cards were your leisure,
> Moneymaking was your pleasure.
>
> You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
> With the very sick, you never sat.
>
> A pint of blood you never gave,
> Which could a little baby save?
>
> O Human, you have done enough wrong,
> You bought good properties for a song.
>
> When the farmers appealed to you,
> You did not have mercy, tis true.
>
> Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
> Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
>
> There is no time for you to repent,
> I'll take your soul for which I am sent.
>
> The ending however, is very sad,
> Eventually the man became mad
>
> With a cry, he jumped out of bed,
> And suddenly, he fell down dead.
>
> O Reader! Take moral from here,
> You never know, your end may be near
>
> Change your living and make amends
> For heaven, on your deeds depends.
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<b>WHO AM I !!! </b>
I am a book in elegant prints,
to know my name, here are some hints.
Rich in cover and nicely bound,
In hearts of Muslims I am rarely found.
High on a shelf, I am kept,
Forgotten there, I am left.
With respect I do get lots of kiss,
My main point is what they always miss.
In a melodious voice they recite me,
Neglecting the message inside me.
At times I am used for phony swear,
My true use is very very rare.
A miracle I am that can change the world,
All one has to do is understand my word.
I have wisdom I have treasure,
So much so there is no measure.
I'm your savior, I'm your guide,
But who's there to follow the bide.
Right from wrong is my fame,
Holy Qur'an is my name.
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ive posted this b4 its good thanks for putting it on again
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Jazakallah
Some nice peoms there.
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