Sunday 15 September 2013

The Muslimah!

I dedicate this poem to our muslim girls and women. The princesses & queens of our hearts!


THE MUSLIMAH



O men! Bear my plea,
Heed me,
I’m the Muslimah!
I’m the half of the Ummah!
The Ummah that the beloved prophet left behind,
The equal portion of mankind.

I’m stronger than you think,
I’m a bonding link.

If you marry me or my sisters, I’m your half deen,
Does not that make me your queen?

I’m your beautiful angel daughter,
When you come home tired, do I not offer you tea or water?

I’m your sister, do I not protect your secrets?
I wake you in Fajr,
In Ramadan, I cook your Iftar.

I’m your wife, beautiful and blessed,
Have I not been source of relief in your distress?

I’m a mother, the future of Muslimeen are in my womb,
So I shape and teach these rising stars, so they can later bloom.

Were you not advised to treat me fairly?
But a lot of you not do it rarely?

Honor & dignity are the jewels of my crown,
By Allah, it is safeguard and bestowed down.

Thursday 12 September 2013

Know Her?

She is beautiful. She is shy. She dances and sways. She falls down and crashes, she rises up to a dawn.

Throughout all these centuries, books, arts and movie cinema have captured her essence and portrayed her in various forms. Writers, artists, musicians, architects and historians are her guardians.

You can feel her in a tune, a warm song. In the environment and in nature. She is in the raging seas, she is in the calm waves washing over a shore. You can feel her trickling pass your fingers near a fountain. She is nature’s sweet illegitimate child.

She is within animals too. She is the half of basic animal instinct to survive. Naturally it’s in our instinct as well. She is like a fuel that drives us when we are ineffectual.

In the greatest glory full battles of mankind to heart wrenching tragedies of human history.

She forms a strong emotion. Her mix with mankind’s other emotions has changed the face of world and mankind itself.

She is between lovers.

She is the bond between the creator and creation.

She was the divine promise from the holy men.

She is in a mother’s touch, in a father’s eyes.

She is glory and in defeat. 

She is in kindness and in despair.

For she is hope. She is hope…