Seashells
INDIA
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 Topic initiated on Saturday, July 22, 2006 - 1:30 PM 
My Beloved Beard - A poem
TextAssalamu alaikkum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh
I'm a newbie and this is my first humble attempt as a poet. Please read and give your valuable comments
My Beloved Beard
Life has really changed.
Gone are the days…
Where people used to say
'Aww your face is so sweet and smooth'.
Gone are the days…
Where it took ages,
To shape my sideburns
And shave all the facial hair.
Gone are the days…
Of beauty, charm and attraction
As the beard is now,
A symbol of terrorism and backwardness.
People see me now,
As something strange and weird.
My relatives often make fun of me,
By asking … who broke your heart?
My distant friends ask me,
Did you join any terrorist camp?
My close friends at times make fun of me
'Hey man, blades are very cheap nowadays'
Women often ask me,
Why don't you shave that ugly beard
And be like a charming superstar?
You look boring!
I feel sorry for my sisters
As their minds are now totally corrupted
Inside the web of clean-shaved star icons,
As they're the new age 'trend setters'.
But very few know
That I follow a superstar.
His name is Muhammed,
The forgotten hero.
And I have no regrets
As he has taught me,
'This world is prison for a believer
And paradise for a non-believer.'
So wake up, O muslim youth !
Remember our heroes – The Prophets and the Sahabahs
Remember, this world is a testing place
And don't let your senses to deceive you.
So be proud to imitate,
The Prophetic style
For he has commanded us,
'Grow your beards and trim your moustaches'.
And he who loves his Sunnah,
Has indeed loved him.
And he who loves him,
Will be with him in Paradise !
By,
S. Safeer Ahammed Musaliar
Kerala, India.
safeer.mexian@gmail.com
Edited by: seashells on Saturday, July 22, 2006 1:32 PM |
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