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    By ar-Raya on Monday, August 11, 2003 - 10:55 am: Edit

    Poetry thread! - Please feel free to post any nice poems etc... you have come across insha'Allaah!

    The Tears Didn't Stop

    [Sister SN, UK, 28 Feb 2000]

    I thought about Yawm ul Qiyaamah, and the tears began to fall,

    I thought about the terrible Reckoning, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about the rape of the Ummah, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about how we had failed to fulfill the obligations central to this Deen of Allah, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about how we slept at night, while they were butchered, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about the Mujahid, tortured to death for attempting to escape Kufr captivity, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about the hundreds and thousands of Mujahideen in torturous captivity, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about those of my sincere Brothers, who had to stay behind patiently, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about limbless orphans, the worst victims of war, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about the baby girl who had been dehumanised while we watched, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about young Mujahid boys competing to be allowed into training camps, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about how we cried tears while they fought till the last drop of blood, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about how I would manage on the bridge of Siraat on Qiyaamah, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about wanting my Sons to be born Soldiers Of Allah, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about the Mujahids who waited patiently for Firdous, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about those who were Shaheed in merely attempting to reach the battlefield, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about what atrocities it would take to get my Brothers to Jihad, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about how our Fathers and Brothers of the Ummah had failed to protect us, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about the man, who had answered the lone cry of one girl in Afghanistaan, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about him who smiled upon being martyred with his index finger raised, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about Muslims engaging in vain rhetoric about the need for Jihad, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about those who had never had the dust of the battlefield enter their nostrils, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about what excuses such 'Brothers' would shamelessly offer on Qiyaamah, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about my desire to see the beautiful and Noble face of the beloved Rasoolallah (SAW), and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I thought about Jahannam and burning fires of hell we were to be fuel for, and yet the tears didn't stop.

    I turned to my Creator in Forgiveness, and in a state of helplessness and utter dependency, I Cried and I Cried and I Cried...

    "Allhummar-Zuqni Shuhaadah Allhummar-Zuqni Shuhaadah Allhummar-Zuqni Shuhaadah" And yet the tears didn't stop...

    I begged Allah to bestow his Mercy on Me, and My Brothers, and He Mercifully answered My prayers. He Granted me Sleep.

    But then I awoke and the tears within never did stop.

    By ar-Raya on Tuesday, September 02, 2003 - 09:36 pm: Edit


    My Brother

    http://media.islamway.com/several//mazin/akhi.mp3


    a translation of 4 stanzas from a poem by Sayyid Qutb dedicated to the martyrs and the prisoners, may Allah free them.

    My brother, you are free, despite those walls forbidding
    My brother, you are free, with shackles on your arm
    Provided that your faith in Allah does not waver
    The scheming of those knaves will never do you harm.

    My brother, are you tired and weary of resisting
    And have you now decided to cast your gun away?
    Then who'll replace the martyrs, and care for all the wounded
    And live to raise our standard aloft another day?

    No brother, I'm not tired or weary of resisting
    And no intentions have I of laying down my gun
    And if this force of darkness decides to execute me
    I'm sure that in the morning, again will rise the sun!

    My brother, if you're grieving and weeping at my passing
    And if my grave is moistened by your abundant tears
    Then take my bones and fashion a brilliant torch of guidance
    And lead the way to glory, for many, many years!

    By UmmuSuraqah on Wednesday, September 03, 2003 - 01:33 pm: Edit


    As Salaamu aleykum

    This is from here, islamicawakening's poetry section, but this is absolutely my favorite....


    We watched...


    I fear You.
    How will we answer to You on Qiyamah?


    When our Sisters and mothers were raped we watched
    When our Brothers were sodomised, we watched,
    When our Elders were mutilated we watched,
    When the Mujahideen were tortured, we watched,
    When Children were beheaded we watched,
    When Depleted uranium burned their insides, we watched
    When Pregnant bellies were slashed open we watched,
    When Babies were thrown to their deaths we watched,
    When His mother lay there bleeding and motionless, we watched.
    When Children became insomniac because of atrocities their eyes witnessed,
    we watched
    When Grenades explode in schoolyards we watched.
    When He witnessed the gang rape of his mother, we watched.
    When Children became mutes because of the incomprehension of atrocities,
    we watched.
    When the Infant was trampled on infront of his screaming mother, we watched.
    When Children stopped smiling in we watched.
    When Boys were forced to take up arms to defend their women folk, we watched.
    When her Brother was used as a human shield, we watched.
    When Muslim land was occupied and terrorised, we watched.
    When She was raped at the age of four we watched.
    When Her husband was beheaded and torched, we watched.
    When we saw Mujahids sacrificing their lives for Akhirah, we watched.


    When we were called to Jihaad we watched.


    Yaa Allah, we watched and ignored.
    We shed tears whilst they shed blood for you yaa Allah!
    Will you forgive us? Will the beloved Prophet of Islaam even glance at us yaa Allah?
    When the Ummah was humiliated we watched and sat here complacently.
    Yet we call ourselves Muslims.
    And yet here we stand, and again we watch.


    From one who claims to be your slave.

    By ar-Raya on Saturday, September 06, 2003 - 10:33 pm: Edit


    Wada' (Farewell)

    A nasheed - have a listen at: http://www.as-sabeel.com/downloads/n...reamGrozny.mp3

    I bid you farewell, with tears in my eyes,
    I bid you farewell, with you in my eyes,
    I bid you farewell, with flames in my heart,
    From which my sorrows of longing pour forth. [Repeat]

    I see you leaving, and you do not return,
    I almost cry out, My brothers! Take me!
    I cannot bear a life in which my eyes
    Do not see you, and in which you have left me.

    O my brothers, you were
    The best helpers in my calamity,
    You were a rose in a path of thorns,
    Your fragrance diffusing from the branches.

    If we do not meet again one day upon this earth,
    And the cup of Death has separated us,
    Our meeting tomorrow will be in an Eternal Abode,
    In which those who love one another are raised.

    I bid you farewell, with tears in my eyes,
    I bid you farewell, with you in my eyes,
    I bid you farewell, with flames in my heart,
    From which my sorrows of longing pour forth. [Repeat]

    If we do not meet again one day upon this earth,
    And the cup of Death has separated us,
    Our meeting tomorrow will be in an Eternal Abode,
    In which those who love one another are raised. [Repeat]

    By ar-Raya on Sunday, September 14, 2003 - 06:49 pm: Edit


    "The Soldiers of Allah

    La Ilaha Illallah,
    La Ilaha Illallah,
    We're the soldiers of Allah,
    Fighting fi sabeelillah,
    La Ilaha Illallah
    Muhammadur Rasoolullah.

    For Allah is our loss or gain,
    He will reward us for our pain,
    For Him we kill and we are slain,
    And we repeat, again and again,
    La Ilaha Illallah

    Allah do we truly trust,
    His help will come, that is a must.
    From the fire, blood, and dust,
    Will rise a system fair and just.
    La Ilaha Illallah

    Allah do we dearly love,
    And hope for Paradise above,
    Worldly things away we shove,
    So pure and simple is our love.
    La Ilaha Illallah

    In Allah's name is our attack,
    Even as resources we lack,
    We never tire, never slack,
    Never, never, turn our back.
    La Ilaha Illallah

    We thank Allah for with His Grace,
    We have peace and have solace,
    The bitter enemy we face,
    He'll turn away soon in disgrace.
    La Ilaha Illallah

    To our hearts Allah is dear,
    Only Allah do we fear,
    And we know His help is here,
    Victory is very near.
    La Ilaha Illallah"

    [Sister AM, USA, 28 April 2001]

    (Source: azzam)

    By ar-Raya on Friday, October 10, 2003 - 11:53 pm: Edit


    Baba

    by Connie Al-Ramahi - July 20, 2002

    Baba, ya Baba,
    Your smiling face so clear,
    Baba, ya Baba,
    Alive in my memory clear.

    You never wanted me to suffer,
    For the sake of Allah you stayed,
    They will never take our Aqsa,
    For that you always prayed.

    Baba, ya Baba,
    You have suffered all your life,
    Baba, ya Baba,
    Painful injustice and strife.

    The thunder of rockets,
    The blinding flash of light,
    How many martyrs fell
    During that fateful night?

    You only fought for justice,
    With Allah all are victorious,
    I pray to see your smile again,
    In Paradise most glorious.

    Baba, ya Baba,
    So tightly you held my hand,
    Baba, ya Baba,
    As your blood soaked the sand.

    The blood of shaheed,
    Mixed with the sand,
    Of fathers and brothers,
    This is our land.

    Baba, ya Baba,
    I hope you know I'm proud,
    Your blood flows through my veins,
    To never leave, I've vowed.

    Baba, ya Baba,
    May Allah give you peace,
    Baba, ya Baba,
    Our struggle will never cease.

    Baba, ya Baba,
    Our faith they cannot kill,
    I love you, ya habibi Baba,
    In my heart, you live still...

    www.iap.org

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