Pen Marks

The street lights blur
And the faces fade away

As I walk past their sight
They remember your name

Your friendship
Mean everything in their game

Everyone needs people to get them through when their lives become dark.
People who would do what they could to make you smile.
People who would support your wildest dreams,
And to help you reach them, would go the extra mile.

They are a constant source of inspiration,
Reminding you of patience when you have a bad day
They hold you back when your heart beats with desires
And stop you from doing something that will pull you astray

No matter where you are in life, they will be with you,
Through the highs and lows, they will help keep you sane.
Dragging you away from the pit of despair,
And stop you from destroying your brain.

Ya Rab
I wish to feel
I want to feel
The rain
Of Forgiveness
I’m Ungrateful
I’ve sinned
My veins are thinned
And I’m begging
I’m pleading
On my knees insisting
For your love
Ya Rab
I’m deprived of feeling
And I want you
To forgive me
Reward me
Relieve me
The pain
Of not feeling
The sweetness of
Faith
Ya Rab
I want you
To fill me
With faith
Carry me
Up, up
Away
I pray
Ya Rab
I wish
I want
I want to sing
With the angels above
In the gardens so
Green
Ya Raheem…
And I know that you
Listen
And I know that you
Know
How much I love
You
Ya Rab
And I want
Ya Rab,
I want you
To Love
Me

By: Me

Time passes by so fast
What was the present before is now the past
What had once begun is now at its end
What was once alive is now just dead

So a new year is starting. 2010 marks the end of the 00’s. A year ago from today a lot of us were making promises to ourselves that we would complete this and that. I wonder how many of us really accomplished all our goals and resolutions.

Many years ago, a Prophet had a dream,
He saw it three times, did Prophet Ibrahim.
He dreamt he was sacrificing his beloved son,
A son born in his old age, and his only one!

The apple of his eye, surely was he,
But under a knife, how could that be?
He pondered and prayed, what should he do?
Was it a message from God if only he knew! He turned to his son and told him all,
About Gods command, and about Allahs call.
Prophet Ismail stood up, so brave was he,
And told his dad, to do what was meant to be.

“Youll find me willing to go under the knife;
If thats Gods will, Ill sacrifice my life.”
“Oh dad dont fear, this is a test from your Rab,
To see if youll give up, that which you love.

So take this cloth and tie it a round your eyes,
Ill wear o-ne too, to not see the knife.”
So Prophet Ibrahim got ready for the slaying,
Sharpened his knife, all the while praying,
That Allah would accept this noble deed,
And strengthen his faith in the Islamic creed.

As he drew the knife across, doing what was right,
He looked down and saw to his delight,
Instead of his son, in his place,
A ram was being slaughtered, by Allahs Grace!

Now during Hajj, the blessed pilgrimage,
We remember the action of this great sage.
We read takbirs and say “Labaik”,
“God, were present, all the time, for your sake!”

..* Bismillah ArRahman ArRaheem *..

Glorified is the one who made,
Five pillars to fill the scales when deeds are weighed.

Awalan, first is that he is the only One,
And Muhammed is his slave, not his son.

Then comes Salah to be performed till life is done,
Five times a day calculated by movements of the sun.

Give half of five percent of wealth before too late
Among the poor and needy it shall circulate.

Ramadan, fast a month every  year,
To know the hypocrite from the sincere.

And Hajj, one journey to His Sacred House,
Where Ibrahim did leave his son and spouse.

So here I am, my Lord, I am here,
Here I am. No partner do you have, nor peer.
Here I am. To You all praise,
Yours is the dominion till the end of days.

Ya Allah…..
Don’t let me die
Unless I am a Muslim
Don’t let me die
Unless You are satisfied with me
Don’t let me die
Unless the strength of my Iman (faith) is what you want it to be
Don’t let me die
Unless my heart is ever so clean
Don’t let me die
Unless everyone is happy with me
Don’t let me die
Unless everyone that I may have hurt has forgiven me
Don’t let me die
Unless Muhammad peace be upon Him is proud of me
Don’t let me die
Unless the tears in my eyes when I cry to You are crystal clear
Don’t let me die
Unless I have received the key to Your Garden of Peace.

Bismillah ArRahman ArRaheem

Lord grant me good in this life and the next,
Show me the straight path through this life of test.
Save me from the punishment of the fire,
Purify my intentions and desire.

I met a boy from Jannah
Twisted were his limbs
How happy was his manner
His face covered with grins
I wonder if he knows
What is waiting for him
Bricks of gold and silver
Build a home for him
Smile little brother
Pure from within
Glad tidings to the boy
Without a single sin
Resident of Jannah
With the twisted limbs