Indifferent, unfeeling anaesthetised almost.
The heart catatonic, deadened, inert
Devoid of emotion, empty Inevitably comatose
Barren, unyielding, apathetic
Cappillaries and viens, frozen, stupified
The thumping melancholy, forsaken, forlorn
Inevitably comatose

Oh Ramadan!

Orange Ramadan Wallapaper

The empty soul shall be filled and the heart renewed
Drowsy bodies. parched lips the whole Ummah in servitude
Absolute submission, longer prayers, hands givings alms without much care
Sins forgiven, good deeds multiplied,
The imaan of the believers intensified
With tawbah in your left hand and dua in your right
Oh Muslim, get on your feet and toil the night
The month of the Quran is here
Redemption is near!

The Search

rolling dice

Oh don’t you go looking for love
You will nver find it try as you may
Don’t you know these things can’t be forced
Not tomorrow not today
If someone is meant for you, he will come your way
If he is meant to stay, he will no mater what you say
So dont worry. just lay back for now
And let destiny roll the dice
Then you’ll know
Then you’ll see
You had lost the game,
Even before you started out

The Escape


I need to get out.
I need to go away
To some place where only strangers stay
I hear you calling out, I hear the cry
Be patient, I need  a little more time
To get some things sorted before I leave
To wipe clean the blackboard of its mess
The pain and distress,
So that its brand new
Just with a few scars of its former self
Nevertheless it can be written on again
This time with caution and care
We don’t have much time. do we?
To dust we have to return
Wrong turns taken. sins committed
We have to pay for each of them
So don’t give up just yet
There is much to be done still
Only a real fighter fights a war
A war that is deep within

For Gaza

It rained again today
Huge ball sized bombs they were,
not droplets of harmless rain

Gaza didnt sleep again today
Its children agitated, wanting to go out and play
“Dont go out child”,. cried Amina an anxious mother she was
“But I want to play mother. Everyones waiting for me” lamented Ali, struggling in her arms.

No one did anything again today
It was just false promises and empty talks
Brandishing their helplessness each one.
A puppet in the hands of satinic forces
All humanity perished.

I prayed for my oppressed Ummah again today
Filled with anger and despair
In sujoods pleading for mercy
There was no other way

He knows your caged
He knows your bereavement
He knows your case, your situation
He is Al Aleem

There is hope again today,
The sun shines bright
Hold on a little more my beloved Gaza
And believe in his might.



“The Lament”

 At every step I have tarnished my soul.
Sin after sin I am covered from head to toe.
Still when the time comes to give it all up I hesitate, I hold on.
I am frail my Lord, I am weak.
In you I need to trust,
In you I need to believe .

A Note

Take me away from the dark its devouring me slowly everyday,
Oh! Show me the light, your power your might,
You can save me from the gruesome black
Show me where this life will take me after I’ ve lived my days.
this life I live is surely a maze
Where the truth is like the way out,
hidden behind a fabricated wall,
Coated with lies,
Coloured with blood

Ode To The “Believer”

O despondent soul! Don’t you see?
What you were, what you are and what you can be?
O careless heart! What are you waiting for? Another attack? Another blow? This time harder and slow.
O idle bones! Give me another reason for your creation other than to bow in prostration.
O brooding head! Please listen to the heart. Its the leader, it will guide you to the right path.
O wandering eyes! I forbid you. to see anything which hasn’t been ordained for you.
O transgressing ears!You only listen to the ‘adhaan‘ and the qirat  of the beautiful Quran.
O erratic tongue! Speak only if good you want to speak .
O ignorant being! Feel not alone For this ‘dunya’  is a fleeting place and ‘Jannah ‘ your only home.

Being Lazy? Not an Option!

Being Lazy? Not an Option!

In our day to day lives there are times when we have been tired or simply lazy to do things which are obigatory, Sunnah or just simple good deeds. Praying, reading the Quran, giving Zakat or helping someone in need. Something stops us everytime. We conveniently forget what we are here for in the first place.

“And I (Allaah) created not the jinn and mankind except that they should worship Me (Alone)” [al-Dhaariyaat 51:56]

Yes thats all we were created for. Simple ain’t it?
So everytime that we appear for an important examination do we sleep if off? Do we just sit there and let time pass? Or are we hasty in jotting down everything that we know, often glancing at the clock so that we make it in time.Then how is it that we become so laid back in the test of life?The test that we give everyday. The test that will truly matter. The test that will decide it all. The clock is still clicking away and you know what? It can stop anytime anywhere!We need to be hasty in salah, in dhikr, in doing good deeds, in purifying ourselves, in becoming the best human beings that we can. We cannot give in to Shaytaan the evil, the misguided.

“(Iblees) said: ‘Because You have sent me astray, surely, I will sit in wait against them (human beings) on Your straight path. Then I will come to them from before them and behind them, from their right and from their left, and You will not find most of them as thankful ones (i.e. they will not be dutiful to You)’” (Quran, Al-Aaraf: 16,17).

“O Children of Adam! Let not Shaitan (Satan) deceive you, as he got your parents (Adam and Hawwa’ (Eve)) out of Paradise,”(Quran, Al-Aaraf: 27).

“. . . and follow not the footsteps of ‘Shaitan’ (Satan). Surely he is to you an open enemy” (Quran, Al-Anaam: 142).

We can fight him. We really can. Remember We got Allah on our side!
So from now on if we feel lazy to pray or anything we should remind ourselves why we’re here. A few moments of sleep and pleasure are absolutely nothing against eternal Hellfire!!

A reminder to myself first 🙂

Reclaim Your Heart

This is something I wrote for someone but it never reached where it was supposed to. So its here now.

                            Reclaim Your Heart

There was a place when you had everything but still emptiness hounded you somehow.
There was a time when you loved everything but it wasn’t the same anymore.
You got up every morning looking forward to the day but when you went to bed at night only disappointment there lay.
You thought you had some plague but nay did you know it was a disease of the heart.
Gruesome, encompassing, as sorcerous and sinister as black magic.
Its chains rugged. iron like held on vehemently.
Your heart was bound,bleeding, it knew not such excruciating pain.
Helplessly it cried out but all in vain!
How could you let your heart die? How could you let it be?
You couldn’t let your heart suffer, a suffering of eternity.
So you prolonged your sujoods and prayed all your tahajjuds.
And I know how you cried because it happened with me too.
Not long had passed and your worship bore fruit.
It was as if he had waited for you.
Now a noor emnated from your heart, resonating inside.
Making molten the brute shakles until they disappeared not one but all.
Your heart breathed again as it was set free in a manner state of the art.
So go on sweetheart reclaim your heart and submit it to the rightful owner.
Your Lord.
Your Creator.