Muslimah Poet

Fajir

2006-12-06T18:31:00.000-08:00

Satan whispered in my ear today as he often does,
he told me "just stay in bed and let the alarm clock buzz,
the covers are warm while the air is cold."
But I refused and stood up bold.

As I walked toward the bathroom with my eyes squinting,
He said "Go back to bed, who care's for prayers and repenting?"
Bismillah, in the name of Allah I turn the water on,
Making wadu, I think of the reward of praying Fajr before dawn.

Knot number two is now untied,
Satan is losing his strength and pride,
he is whispering again with his last attempt,
"I will see you in my hell, you will not be exempt.

You have sinned and your prayers will not save you.
For, your good deeds are far too few."
I interrupted him, lovingly reciting, Bismillah akrakman naraheem,
In the name of Allah the most gracious, most merciful, most supreme
Al Fatiha, a surah, Ruk'u and then Qauma, Sudjood to show full submission,
Rise and thank, Sudjood again and do over with no omission,
sitting on my ankles to recite At-tashahhud with a humble and open soul,
With tears in my eyes I am submitting fully to Allah's control.

Back on my ankles to ask Allah for blessings on his Prophet and on us,
As Salaam 'alaikum wa rahmatulaah to my right then left, ahhh success.
Three knots now untied,
Inshallah, from Jannah I will not be denied.

Hijab

2006-11-27T14:28:00.001-08:00

Me,

Love,

Respect,

Sense of Self,

Covering my hair,

Showing Allah I care,

Protecting my modesty,

Exchanging lies for honesty,

Without Hijab, no one could tell,

Unprotected; without my Islamic shell,

Lies, as if to tell the world “Muslim, I am not”,

“I want to die with all of you and burn in Hell so hot”,

“Come men and talk with me, I am married but do not care”,

“I give you my permission to desire with your unbroken stare”,

“I want to show you what I have, make it look pretty for you to see”,

“I want you to desire and lust while other Hijab wearing woman envy me”,

But I chose to be honest letting the world to see, I am a Muslimah so happy,

Free from Satan’s enslavement, free for Jennah’s engagement, I am free!,

Allah’s blessings so gently bestowed upon my head, gently in deed,

Hugs from the cloth that covers me, Liberated from Satin’s greed,

I am a Muslimah, Shouting it out yet silently without a voice,

I am a Muslimah, I am a Muslimha by my own choice,

No man owns me, no man controls me, I am free,

Allah owns me, Allah freed me to be me,

Allah loves me, I respect Allah,

Allah is my God, Oh Allah!

I am me, I am a Hijabi!

My Sense of Self,

My Respect,

Love,

Me!

Prophet of Love

2006-11-27T14:22:00.002-08:00

In the beginning we were all the same,
Born of a mother, enlightened before she gave us our name,
To each soul born a purpose is served.

Some walk a straight path, for others, it is curved.

Oh Mohammed, from Allah you came,

Born of a mother, with Islam to proclaim.

Your purpose was served, Allah's words you relayed.

Following His commands, ‘twas Allah you obeyed.

Oh messenger of God, who loved life and peace,

Who was attacked, unjustly, by a press release.

What would you had said, if you were here today,

To your lovers of life, and to those who are astray?

Dear beloved of Allah, I personally so think,

You would have told us to have mercy, on those with hateful ink.

When men killed their newborn girls, by Allah's word you held strong,

To save their lives, you corrected what was wrong.

My reasoning is this, you taught love for life,

To kill one, is to kill many, even if by excited strife.

Dear beloved of Allah, I personally so think,

You would have had mercy, on those with hateful ink.

Every time you passed her window, she threw trash in your way,

Yet in love you went along, until one fateful day.

Visiting when she was sick, showing her mercy and kindness,

From Jewish to Muslim, Allah led her from her blindness.

My reasoning is this, in your mercy I dwell upon,

With love you taught, and with love you won.

Speaking without words, in silence you rose above,

With compassion you showed mercy, in mercy you knew love.

Dear beloved of Allah, I personally so think,

You would have had mercy, on those with hateful ink.