Your Own Beginning

Soar amongst mountainous clouds,
Imitate thrones for sacrificial wisdom,
For you may be the anointed one,
On that blessed lifechanging day,
Read between the lines, read Earth,
You shall – after a day’s enlightenment –
Gain what devoured copious souls,
To foretell what others could not,
And that will be your own beginning.

A Night’s Treasure

Comfort the limbs of your heart,
And breathe for another revival,
Sometimes you might need to
Move your soul through the fog,
Because you know that ascension
Along the galactic celestial pathway
Will inevitably lead you to Heaven,
Yet, do not trespass laws of life,
For you will seldom find peace,
So, go and find serenity in nature,
For it will guide you to smile,
Like, how the moon whispers
Its glow on the river’s surface,
An endless supply of a night’s treasure.

Trials and Tribulations

I pondered upon the other gender,
Their mind: different than ours,
And their heart: different too!
Yet, when listening about the best:
Asya, Maryam, Aisha, and Fatema,
We are told more than differences,
Letters from Qur’an and Sunnah
Unite to produce peaceful articles
About worshipping Allah alone
Without any associates producing
Inner peace and total tranquillity.
Today, however, I have seen many
Copy the great appearances that
The best of women wore like the
Niqab, and yet, their inner pearl
Darkened and produced wild
Storms full of electrostatic forces
That will always affect the others
In numerous social gatherings;
Unfortunately, those have not
Yet understood Islam in its full
And simple message that the
Prophet Mohammad, Peace,
Blessings, and Prayers be upon
Him, preached day and night.
“And we have not sent you
But a mercy to all mankind”.
And I say this one more time,
Islam is what we have received
From the Qur’an, Sunnah and
The companions, and what we
See, hear today are but Muslims
Following their own desires,
Following verses whiles others
They ignore and reject; except
Few whom Allah has blessed.
So, there is only one choice you
Have in this entire world with
All of its different dimensions,
Including the finite time that
Turns into dust in a matter of
Seconds without a moment
To turn back: colourless death,
A disease without any cure,
No medicine for prevention,
No surgery for intervention,
No mother to return her son,
No father to return his wife,
On the death bed, a skeleton!
Memory created,
Sand buried,
Name written,
Time erased,
Soul unknown,
Peacefulness not recorded!
Sunday, 6th of July 2014

Praise to the One

All praise is due to Allah, Lord of the Worlds,
Other than whom there is no deity, the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of existence,
Other than whom there is no deity, the Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful,
Other than whom there is no deity, the Most High, the Most Great,
Other than whom there is no deity, the Knower of the unseen and the witnessed,
Who in whose hand is dominion, and He is over all things competent,
Who in whose hand is goodness, and He is over all things competent,
To Him is due all praise throughout the heavens,
And to Him is due all praise throughout the earth,
And to Him is due all praise what is between them,
And to Him is due all praise in every era,
And to Him is due all praise in every tongue,
And to Him is due all praise in every time and second,
He is praised by what is in the heavens and what is on the earth and what is between them and what is under the soil,
Those who carry the Throne and those around it exalt with praise of their Lord,
And there is not a thing except that it exalts by His praise but you do not understand their way of exalting,
And so to Him is due all praise for creating his creation,
And to Him is due all praise for arranging the matter of His creation,
And to Him is due all praise for what He taught, for what He gave, for what He blessed,
To Him is due all praise for His favours upon us,
To Him is due all praise in every situation,
And we seek refuge with Allah from the situation of the people of Hell,
He is the First, thus no one is before Him,
He is the Last, thus no one is after Him,
He is the Outer, thus no one is above Him,
He is the Inner, thus no one is below Him,
He who established above His Throne,
He who contained around His dominion,
He knows whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth,
And whatever is between them, and whatever is under the earth,
He knows what is in us and we do not know what it is in Him and He is the Knower of the unseen,
He is most knowing of you when He produced you from the earth and when you were foetuses in the wombs of your mothers. So do not claim yourselves to be pure; He is most knowing of who fears Him,
It is He who forms you in the wombs however He wills. There is no deity except Him, the Exalted in Might, the Wise,
Does He who created not know? He is the Subtle, the Acquainted,
And with Him are the keys of the unseen; none knows them except Him. And He knows what is on the land and in the sea. Not a leaf falls but that He knows it. And no grain is there within the darknesses of the earth and no moist or dry thing but that it is written in a clear record,
He has encompassed all things in mercy, knowledge, favour, and generosity,
Lord of everything and sovereign,
In His hand is the realm of all things and to Him we return and to Him is our final destination,
And so to Him is due all praise and all thanks and all of the best compliments.
Wednesday, 26thof March 2014

Heroes of the Past

Our ancient heroes are long dead but still remembered,
They carved history by showing us what real men are,
And thus we want to create them into a fierce friend,
But soon -so soon I can’t- with others being replaced,
Maggots squirm at rotten meats amid notes of dinar,
In front of the devout true words spoken to pretend,
While Time has exposed them the colours of despair,
Abyss for homes and in darkness they forever stare,
The mirage destroyed their pathetic souls beyond repair.
First and foremost our amazing messenger Mohammad,
      Lord of the lords showing him heavy powerful Word,
      Sacrificing everything for the sake of Allah’s religion,
      Against his uncles, his tribe, his people, and his town,
      Leaving everything behind migrating to AlMadeenah,
      His words and actions are incomparable to any man,
      He was sent by Allah as a mercy to every living thing,
      If only “Mohammad”s today copied his pious being,
And acted on two things he left us: qur’an and sunnah.
Every companion and persons of the salaf appreciated
      That Abu Bakr comes second and then third is Omar,
      My love to them becomes more intense every day,
      For what I read in their biography: our true leaders,
      Spreading peace, justice and the true faith of Allah,
      I shall proudly name my children after them both,
      Such that they follow their footsteps in correcting
      Wrongful actions of the Muslims today worldwide,
To teach “Abu Bakr”s and “Omar”s today the true Islam.
Let me now speak to you all about Khaled bin AlWaleed,
How he became a hero his name resonating all Time,
No battle lost, all won, except death came in his bed,
Offering his life to spread justice, help those in need,
While “Khaled”s today live a life of deception, crime,
Sins weighing mountains, unjust and hate to spread,
I am not a Khaled but a Huthaifa roaring in his place,
Flying over clouds to find innocent souls to embrace,
His spirit gone but soon to be found somewhere in space.
It is the time for the heroic tales of Abdullah bin Yaseen,
A scholar understanding the Qur’an like those in past,
Sent to Mauritania and there he sacrificed all his life,
Two: Qur’an and Hadeeth nothing comes in between,
Six years of hard work few became many at long last,
They appreciated the essence of faith nullifying strife,
Islam is perfect, Islam is complete, it is forever peace,
Our “Abdulla”s today are tattooed hatred to release,
And “Yaseen”s are drug dealers euphoria to never cease.
Did you hear loud roars of Hamzah bin AbdelMottaleb?
Lion of Allah protecting the prophet against pagans,
If this did occur today then all shall be shaken silent,
And our people will definitely feel their ribs crushed,
As their minds flash crimes committed by their organs,
Thus, their grandchildren became wicked and violent,
Hamzah’s soul is sure alive with the Lord; contrast to
The souls of “Hamzah”s today living as filthy lost rats,
We mourn our heroes and to them we follow and bellow.
Tuesday, 10thof December 2013

End of Days

They think I forgot my history,
They think I forgot my future,
But they forgot I had a pen to write everything.
They were under eighty banners,
They were one million soldiers,
All ammunition swapped for swords and arrows.
I gave them a chance for peace,
I made promises – they rejected,
So I will emerge from the depths of this world.
I will fight with them a common foe,
I will fight against them for four days,
And the final result is the long awaiting victory.
This language is not mine to speak,
But its meaning is all what it is for,
And this is a reminder that my eternal life is near.
Saturday, 29thof June 2013


I could not stop myself from noticing,
An elegant figure resembling a human,
Standing on a dock all alone focussing,
Onto a hostile place not fit for a man.
As ripples disturb the glows of the sea,
Neon illuminates the waves of his hair,
As I walk into flowers I stop at this tree,
Until the man turns and meets my stare.
Although this night awaits a full moon,
The gentleman invites me with a smile,
She sat with us then she left, so soon?!
I can recall us walking down the aisle.
“Farewell, old elegant figure of a man,
Farewell to take my sacred vows to her,
Farewell and hold on tight to Al-Qur’an,
Farewell only to return clearing the blur”.
Monday, 12thof August 2013

In Justice

This is an introduction to who I am,
Words so simple in your language,
And so I will start by saying: “Faith!”
Without it I am but a lifeless flesh,
A skeleton! In emptiness! Soulless!
With it the flowers forever blossom,
There is no dance, but it is serenity,
Candles lit to show the correct path,
And words when heard are weighed,
Weighed against actions and beliefs,
No need to say “sorry” to lost kids
When their parents are left to rot,
No need to show me your “charity”
When the money goes to destruction,
No need to show your false innocence,
No need to change the name of things
To denote something less obvious,
Approach me, in justice, to explain
The words and actions you produced,
In justice, I will speak on their behalf,
On the lost generation and the forgotten,
I was told how important ‘high class’ is,
But I always wanted to be in ‘one class’,
In justice, you said:
“Keep poor poorer,
Keep rich richer,
So that you keep forgetting the forgotten”.
Monday, 29thof July 2013

The Miracle of Genes

I inherited earthly Arab genes, both new and old,
And ancient ones, too, full of wisdom and royalty,
But elders have seen enough and grew inpatient,
Thus, conspiring against the young lost generation,
Observing their abnormal putrid talks and walks,
Denying it over the years without uttering a word.
And so, my ancient genes recreated themselves
Into an independent and different living being,
Detached from me: a twenty-year-old flesh,
 Placing forth relics and coins unknown to us,
Purchasing survival kits: only dates and water,
Basic nutritional needs, enough for decades,
Enough to send a message to the forlorn souls.
Simple logical symbols from his ancient tongue
Reach our ears to guide us into rediscovering
Our true vicious foe removing the blinding mist
That has masked my people’s eyes ceaselessly.
Once the long lost calligraphies have been delivered
He will start to dissociate back into ancient genes,
And reconnect with a twenty-first century sundial,
Noting events like an old well-renowned historian.
His disappearance will result, maybe too soon,
In forgetting this ancient song as they grab hold
Onto the relics and coins for millions in an auction,
Leaving the simple logical symbols in my genes.
Thursday, 24thof January 2013

Resurrect Muslims

To resurrect a Muslim is to guide him,
Both in words and actions, back to the salaf,
In case I have been misunderstood,
Read the Qur’an and the Hadeeth,
Then judge me accordingly.
There are many analysts out there,
Each with different mentality,
But all agree that world events
Have a religious component.
We can communicate in English for eternity,
But change comes from Arabic,
Tall trees may fall but deep roots stay together,
In unity we may be fruitful!
There was a time when we were heroes!
There was a time when you had an excuse to follow us!
Tuesday, 8thof January 2013