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The story of Nafs, Qalb and Akkal
One day Nafs, Qalb and Akkal went hand in hand for a walk.
They came upon a confectionary stall.
With a beautiful chocolate cake on display.
Nafs was dumbstruck in his tracks, “I must have that chocolate cake” he said passionately.
Qalb added dreamily,” Oh, to own something so beautiful would be wonderful”
Akkal said practically “We don’t have the money to buy it, let’s carry on our way”
Qalb added dramatically,” Oh, to be parted from something so wonderful would be tragic,
but alas,
to steal it would be a crime”
Nafs replied “No, I need that cake, I don’t care where or how, that cake will be mine”
“No!” shouted Akkal, “Let’s earn some money first then buy the cake, that’s the right way”
Nafs replied stubbornly, “I can’t wait that long - I want it now!”
So Nafs and Akkal squared off against each other for a fist fight.
Qalb stood by tormented not knowing which way to turn and when he was about to step in and break up the fight then a passing stranger with glittering eyes stepped in and said, “ Dear fellows, why fight, the bakers back is turned, just take the cake and run , no one will be any the wiser”
“Oh no,” shouted Qalb horrified, “that would be stealing!”
The stranger elbowed Qalb, who fell to the ground. “Why did you do that – I bruise easily, you know” said Qalb
“I know,” grinned the dark stranger and turned to Nafs and said, “I’ll help you by standing in front of the baker so that he doesn’t see just pick up the cake and run!”
What’s going to happen next?
Are Qalb and Akkal strong enough to stop Nafs and the glittery-eyed stranger?
Or
Will Nafs steal the cake and run leaving Qalb and Akkal to take the blame?
Also
Where will the glittery-eyed stranger be?
You decide.
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Hijab
You look at me and call me oppressed,
Simply because of the way I'm dressed,
You know me not for what is inside,
You judge the clothing I wear with pride,
My body is not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mould,
I'm an individual. I'm no man's slave,
It's Allah's pleasure that I only crave,
I have a voice so I will be heard,
For in my heart I carry His word,
"O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk".
Man doesn't tell me to dress this way,
It's law from God that I obey,
Oppressed is something I'm truly not,
For liberation is what I've got,
It was given to me many years ago,
With the right to prosper, the right to grow,
I can climb mountains or cross the seas,
Expand my mind in all degrees,
For God Himself gave us liberty,
When He sent Islam, to you and me !
☆,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸-(★ Islam Is Best ★)-,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸☆
Proud
I wear a hijab and I’m proud with it too.
Following the deen; my lord told me to.
I hold my head high; who cares what you think.
Just like me you were created from a mould of clay.
Just like me, you will return to your lord on the judgment day.
What made you special; your money, your fame?
Or it because you just don’t understand the concept of my aim.
You want me drop the hijab and wear khakis instead.
Dude you better think twice!
It’s my inheritance? So what if I’m black?
We’re both from Adam and Eve, fool!
May you be any colour, Allah doesn’t discriminate.
What matters is on how you participate.
Forgot earthly matters; think about what’s ahead.
Do you want to be the loser or the one who celebrates.
I’ll wear it tomorrow you’ll say, but my dear sister, who guaranteed you you’d live?
You’ll look ugly? Who told you so?
Even so shouldn’t you be concentrating on beautifying your grave, rather than your face?
My Hijabie friends; may Allah put us into his shade, and bless us upon seeing his face.
Oh Allah, shower your blessing upon us, for we do need.
May we be one of the righteous in deen.
Ameen!
☆,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸-(★ Islam Is Best ★)-,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸☆
O My Lord
everythings begins in you n end as well
hey master of this world,hold my hand if i fell
this mean-spirited system,n this worldly betrayel
without you traversing through the life is unthinkable
tired of being sorry,only finds shelter at you
my lord be my driver in this long run of life,n let me see this worldly view
i wish to be in your lap,n very first to become your loved one
let be this love eternal n turn me into your gretaest son
all my triumph,my deeds,my sorrows through the life dedicate to you
my lord accept me completely whatever phase in life i ll be through
since the day you picked me up,brought me up in your shelter
i came transforming me entitely coz you were there for me to alter
hey my lord with all my heart i do pray
all the sorrows n pains keep me away
i ll see you on my judgemental day
o lord, my lord...
☆,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸-(★ Islam Is Best ★)-,.-~*’¨¯¨’*·~-.¸☆
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Love Poems
Sad Poems
SAD LOVE POEMS
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My life in closed doors
NOELIA
THROUGH THE TEARS I CRIED THIS PAST FEW YEARS
I BEEN THINKING OF TAKING PILLS
EVERYDAY IS LIKE A STORM
WITH NO SUN AND NO HOPE
HAVE SIBLINGS THAT LOVE
BUT CANNOT TRUST
SITTING IN MY BED THINKING WHATS NEXT
IMAGINING ME BEING DEAD
FAMILY HAS DESTROYED ME AND ALSO HAS SCHOOL
BEING YELLED AT IS LIKE HELL ONCE MORE
CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE WANT TO STOP BREATHING
FROM BLOOD TO SCARS
TO COUNSELING AND MORE
NO ONE COULD CHANGE THE WAY I FELT BEFORE
MY LIFE HAS BEEN LIKE HELL
NO WHERE TO GET OUT ALWAYS IN PAIN
THAT IF I DON'T CONTROL IT IT WOULD ONLY GET WORSE
SO NOW MY LIFE HAS CHANGED
NO MORE TEARS AND NO MORE PAIN
ITS ALL IT TAKES TO END THOSE DAYS
Summer Dreaming
Jane Cereen
Close your eyes, let me touch you,
They don't need to see you cry,
I can't promise I will heal you
But if you want to I will try...
I'll sing you any somber serenade
The past is done,we know you betrayed
Someone said the truth will out, it's true
But I believe without a doubt, in you...
You were there for summer dreaming
And you gave me what I need
Hope I did my best, though I got nothing
Just some thoughts from me your mind to feed...
Yesterday when you were walking, we talked about your mum and dad,
What they did that made you happy, what they did that made you sad
We sat and watched the sun go down, as I picked a star before we lost the moon
Youth is wasted on the young, before you know it's come and gone to soon...
You were there for summer dreaming
And you are a friend indeed
And I hope you find your "freedom"
For eternity, for soon, for some.
You Promised
You said that you would be here until the end.You promised that you were my best friend.You were so different from everyone,But I guess things are not said and done.You think I am no longer the same...I think you were just playing one big game.Now we fight and it seems never to end.We could have gotten along so much better,But you are much different since you met her.Sorry but you have lost a great friend,
And our story has come to an end.
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