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,

Do you see someone limited, or someone free,

All some people can do is just look and stare,

Simply because they can’t see my hair…

Others think I am controlled and uneducated,

They are so thankful that they are not me,

Because they would like to remain ‘free’,

Well free isn’t exactly the word I would’ve used,

Describing women who are cheated on and abused,

They think that I do not have opinions or voice,

They think that being hooded isn’t my choice,

They think that the hood makes me look caged,

That my husband or dad is totally outraged,

All they can do is look at me in fear,

And in my eye there is a tear,

Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,

But because people are ignoring the One up above,

On the Day of Judgment they will be the fools,

Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules,

Maybe the guys won’t think I am a cutie,

But at least I am filled with more inner beauty,

See I have declined from being a guy’s toy,

Because I won’t let my self be controlled by a boy,

Real men are able to appreciate my mind,

And aren’t busy looking at my behind,

Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause,

The role that we play definitely deserves applause,

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,

And because some people are inspired by my sight,

The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility,

In the back of their mind they wish they were me,

We have the strength to do what we think is right,

Even if it means putting up a life long fight,

You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,

We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt,

So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated,

We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated,

We are the ones that are free and pure,

We’re free of standard’s that have no cure,

So when people ask you how you feel about the hood,

Just sum it up by saying ‘baby its all good’.

*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*

Beautiful choice of words ya Ukhty.

A hijab is but a shelter that covers a woman’s modesty,

Protecting the honor of a lady from the harmful glares of society,

A piece of garment that raises one’s sense of nobility,

Differentiates the chaste from those who live in futility.

Praised be the One who enjoined us to cover,

The fragrance and beauty likened to that of a blooming flower,

Only to be enjoyed by the man who has the authority and power,

The man who is thy husband, thy friend and thy lover!

Glory be to Allah Ar Rahman Ar Rahim,

For protecting the muslimah from succumbing to her nafs at her whim,

Surely in the Day of Reckoning the hijabis will truly find,

That those who don’t cover will be the ones who are deemed so blind

That they can’t sense that by covering themselves in modesty,

Their status as honourable women are appreciated by society!

*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*~||~*~*

نور مسلمة سيد إسماعيل says: Subhan-ALLAH. The poem did really touched this heart of mine. How I wish each and every muslim woman could understand the beautiful meaning of Heejab. Heejab is not only meant to stay as a noun or a piece of cloth. It is something so precious that could cover up your beauty from the strangers unknown.

And basically as a woman and a friend, I could not understand a simple answer from a friend saying that she will either wait until the day of marriage or the day whereby the wind of sincerity will be blown into her heart. Then she will wear that piece of cloth named Heejab. What if… what if, you will not given a chance to feel the ravishing moments of having your own family? What if… what if, the feeling of sincerity is not willing to enter your fragile heart?

I’m just wondering… Wondering and thinking too much about this. If only ALLAH waits for HIS sincerity for everything. Should HE give you HIS rahmah, nikmah, for your own livelihood, health, pleasure and whatever sounds good to you when you ignore HIM, The creator, ALLAHU RABBI?? When you don’t even care to attain to HIS pardon? What kind of human are we when we don’t even want to follow HIS rules and regulations. When we don’t even bother to follow Rasulullah Sallallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam sunnah? Who are we to question about sincerity? Who are we to choose the timing when to do this and that when it stated there in the Qur’an clearly that a woman without her veil is always under the world of HARAM. Showing your beautiful hair to all kinds of man without feeling of shame. You smile, you laugh and yet still you have the guts to make fun of those who already attained to ALLAH’s obligatory?

Just because these few ladies with her veils on still succumbing to temptation of her own nafs in attaining to all kinds of maksiat? But don’t you forget. At least they did one good deeds by following the Islamic Law by wearing their heejabs. Hopefully these ladies will soon repent from all kinds of sins that they had overcome in life.

So to you who’s still waiting for ALLAH SUBHANAHU WA TA’ALA hidayah’s, I’m hoping that you will not be waiting for it too long. Cause ALLAH loves at those people who’re willing and struggling to search for HIS precious hidayah. So, please don’t wait for the feeling of sincerity and the light of hidayah to enter your heart nor when you’re married. Search for it. Look for it. I believe you’ll feel the most amazing nikmah in your life finding for the truth.

Quote of the day:

My wish… my only wish that the truth has a tongue….

Wallahu ‘alam bisowob…

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?
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

There was a time in my youth,
When Islam was only a custom.
They said “say La IIaha IIIa ALLAH,..
And pray, you’ll go to Heaven.”

****************************************************
Ah, how simple, no struggle in this,
Just a word, and simple act.
Thereafter I’m absorbed in this world again,
With my ‘assured’ place in Paradise intact.

*****************************************************
But this was not to be my fate
For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard
When his mission was from the start.

******************************************************
The story of someone who had morals,
Spoke gently, kindness he knew.
Never fearing to say what’s right,
His conviction in ISLAM was true.

******************************************************
The touch of his hand was as soft as silk
To comfort a crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
Never complaining, he always smiled.

******************************************************
A living he made with his bare hands,
The same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,

******************************************************
His smell was always of musk,
And cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
Who stink of beer and sweat.

******************************************************
He held the hands of his companions.
Unashamed to play with many children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
That strangers could not recognise him.

******************************************************
His eyes slept little for nights were precious,
His prayers he treasured much greater.
To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.

******************************************************
He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
And bled for me at Ta’if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
Just so I could have this belief.

******************************************************
His enemies admired his teachings,
Uniting every religion, every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,
O, but indeed he was only a man.

******************************************************
To own a house, or build his wealth
Was not his main priority.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
To bring us under a Higher Authority.

******************************************************
Don’t you want him to plea for your case,
When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?
Don’t you wish to be around his fountain,
A burning desire to drink from his hand?

******************************************************
So I love him more than all creation,
My Leader, my Humble Prophet.
Muhammad Sallallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam (PBUH) was a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is my beloved.

A Book that is full of answers,
A Book that makes you cry.
A Book that makes you notice,
How much harder you can try.
A Book that makes you realize,
What true love really is…
A Book that gives you direction,
for all of life’s tough biz.
A Book that gives you hope,
that there HE is somewhere watching over you.
A Book that helps you out,
Through all the times your blue.
A Book that was revealed to our beloved Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam,
over a period of 23 years
Once you put faith into this Book,
You can handle worldly fears.
A gift sent down from Heaven,
A treasure from above,
Written proof that shows us
How blessed we are with ALLAH Subhanahu Wa Ta’ala’s love!

You think it’s not my choice
in your own “liberation” rejoice.
You think I’m uneducated,
trapped, oppressed and subjugated,
You’re so thankful that you’re free.

But non-Muslim woman you’ve got it wrong
You’re the weak and I’m the strong.
For I’ve rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes – low neck, short skirt
those are devices for pain and hurt.
I’m not falling for that little plan.

I’m a person with ideas and thought.
I’m not for sale, I can’t be bought.
I’m me – not a fancy toy,
I won’t decorate anyone’s arm,
nor be promoted for my charm.
There is more to be than playing coy.

Living life as a balancing game – mother,
daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover
and still bring home a wage.
Who thought up this modern “freedom”?
Where man can love’em and man can leave’em.
This is not free, but life in a cage.
Always jumping to a male agenda
competing on his terms.
No job share, no creche facilities,
no feeding and nappy changing amenities
No time off for menstrual pain,
“hormones” they laugh “what a shame”
No equal pay equal skill
your job they can always fill.
No promotion unless you’re sterilised.
No promotion unless you’re sexually terrorised.
And this is liberation?

Non-Muslim woman you can have your life.
Mine – it has less strife.
I cover and I get respected,
surely that’s to be expected,
for I won’t demean the feminine,
I won’t live to male criterion,
I dance to my own tune
and I hope you see this very soon.
For your own sake – wake up and use your sight.
Are you so sure that you are right?

Credits to: Muslim Women. ((=

The Woman I desire
fearing the (hell) Fire
is diligent in her prayers
for the rewards of life hereafter…

The Woman I encounter
is beyond bother
with the keen race
to beautify the face!

The Woman I ask
from dawn to dusk
is busy with ALLAH
murmuring, subhan’ALLAH, subhan’ALLAH, subhan’ALLAH!

The Woman I observe
certainly deserves
better respect
than what she expects

The Woman I listen
is very, very stern
for her it is a must
to control one’s lust

But the Women I see
sad to say, most wear “minis”
alone I lament… “VIAGRA on heels”?
though they are not made for this!

The Woman I met
boasting her beauty
most probably by surgery?
but does she know it is all temporary?

Hence, the Woman I know
is advised to follow
the sunnah of our beloved Rasulullah
from head to toe….

The Woman I judge
often bears a grudge
EQUALITY, she requests (or rather protests)
but please bear in mind ALLAH’S inquest!

The Women I hurt (by this article)
please do not curse or smut
for it is better I warned
before all is gone….

Credits to: Akhi Firdaus. (=