No, she’s not Diana Hayden nor is she Sushmita Sen,
Not even Aishwarya Rai, Who is this girl then?

No, she does not flash her legs nor walk down the aisle semi-nude
For her such things are unthinkable, sacrilegious and downright rude

Miss World, Miss Universe, Miss “Anything”, She does not aspire to be
She shuns all kinds of publicity in privacy she would rather be

Never in a swimming costume will she for a camera pose
Yes, she’s the ‘girl in hijaab’ more beautiful than a rose!

Those who’re ’stripped’ of modesty will ’strip’ for any cause
Whether on a lonely beach or in front of a full house

In their naked greed they dance In pursuit of earth’s glory
Is there a thing more vulgar than a woman devoid of modesty?

In the name of freedom all moral values are now defined
Vulgarity, nudism, nakedness are steps to fame that wind

Those who are of rotten minds call it freedom of “female” species
Yet, they exploit them a-plenty, whenever and wherever they please.

But for their terrible transgressions maybe they are not fully to
blame, The Muslims forgot their duty and let them live in shame

Incumbent upon the Muslims it was to promote good and stop all vice
If they had done their duty such situations wouldn’t arise

Back to our girl in hijaab much loved in Allah’s sight
She is darling of all the angels Heaven beckons to her, by right

She’s a simple Muslim Girl Yet more beautiful than a full moon
The brightness of her face is all “Noor” can there be a greater boon?

Modesty is her birth right without it, she’d feel lost
“Shamelessness” is a Devil’s tool that she avoids at any cost

No, she does not commit sinful acts nor to base desires give vent
In studies, salah, zikr and tilawat much of her time is spent

In obedience of Allah’s commands she does all the things wise
And the riches that she scorns befits a “Princess of Paradise”

Our beloved Prophet (PBUH) said modesty is a part of faith
For those who follow not we solemnly lay a wreath

No, she’s not Diana Hayden nor she is Sushmita Sen
Nothing on earth would entice her Rupees, Dollars or Yen!

With Loves,
IsLaMiC.PoeMs ((:

What do you see when you look at me, (more…)

Oh! How I wish I could have seen,
the Greatest Hero there has ever been.
As his sword with bravery did gleam,
as he did fight the Kuffar and Mushrikeen.

Oh! How I wish my ears could hear,
The Greatest Teacher to ever appear.
As he sat with his Companions so dear,
Beautifully preaching, with love and fear.

Oh! How I wish my Heart to emulate,
The greatest Mercy that ALLAH did ever create.
As he did demolish vice and hate,
As his kindness did reverberate.

Oh! How I wish my Character to be,
Like The Purest of mankind undoubtedly.
As he who played with children lovingly,
As he who was rarely seen unsmilingly.

Oh! How I wish for such determination,
As Him-the Greatest Illumination,
The truth he conveyed to the entire nation,
As he guided them with his motivation

Never could the sun outshine
This Beautiful Nabi of mine.
Oh! How I wish to be like HE
Noble Prophet MOHAMMED, upon Him May peace Be.

Credits: Bint Abdullah

Isn’t the woman there my sister?
in Islam, I mean to say
For I just took my shahadah
at the masjid here today

Isn’t the woman there my sister?
I openly ask without any qualms
The one who just walked past me
Without offering me her salaams

Isn’t the woman there my sister?
Though she stands alone to pray
Each time I move to touch her shoulder
She takes a step and pulls away

Isn’t the woman there my sister?
the lady that is not of my race,
for both of us are muslim women
with varied hues making up our face

Isn’t the woman there my sister?
Who laughed and made fun of me
And those other sisters of mine who listened
Doesn’t their silence make them also guilty

Isn’t the woman there my sister?
Who didn’t call me when I was sick
For she seems to only show concern
for those special sisters, in her own click

Isn’t the woman there my sister?
Who I invited for iftar in my home
But unfortunately she did not make it
How I wish she had bothered to phone

Isn’t the woman there my sister?
Don’t we both love our religion – this Deen?
Then why am I sharing my lament
About her being uncaring, indifferent and mean?

Isn’t the woman there my sister?
Won’t she open up and try to treasure
The love I want and need to share with her
As we both seek Allah’s Merciful Pleasure

Credits: Mahasin Shamsiddeen