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sahira
UNITED KINGDOM
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 Topic initiated on Sunday, May 28, 2006 - 9:49 PM 
some peoms for you under 12's
two little girls
Two little girls playing in the sun
one wore a scarf, the other wore none.
"Why do you wear a scarf?" asked the one without,
the other little girl said without a doubt
"Allah loves me to cover my hair
so that little boys won't stand and stare,
when I grow up what I really want to be
is a well dressed Muslim lady like my pretty Mummy."
Muhammed (saws)
What a year was 570 AD
A person was born, a prophet to be
Muhammed (saws) that was his name
People were misguided and thats when he came
He would go on to leave all the idols behind
He is an example to all of mankind
Rabbi al Awwal the 12th, that was the day
He came to this world to show us the way
He was born in Mecca, the holiest place
A life full of challenges he was to face
Abdullah (ra) his father, had by then passed away
Leaving Amina (ra) his mother, in her arms he lay
Haalima Sadia, took over his care
Until he was six, our prophet was there
His mother then died, he was left all alone
Abdul Muttalib (ra) his grand-dad then made him his own
When our prophet was nine, his grandfather died
Abu Talib, his uncle, became his new guide
In his 20's, a merchant Muhammed (saws) became by trade
Al-Amin, (the trustworthy) became his grade
Hazrat Khadija (ra) aged 40, became his bride
He was 25, with her by his side
To the poor,she gave away all her wealth
A dedicated wife in sickness and health
360 idols in the Kaaba, they were at that time
Our prophet realised that this was a crime
He would go to mount Hira,leaving behind his wife
Reflecting and wondering about the meaning of life
While thinking there in the midst of the night
He heard a loud voice which filled him with fright
It was the angel Gibrail(as) who asked him to read
Our prophet couldn't and didnt take heed
The angel embraced him and then asked him later
Read, Read in the name of the Creator
Who created man from a drop of blood
Our prophet couldn't read but at that time he could
Our prophet rushed to the path straight ahead
He heard a voice from the heavens which said
Muhammed (saws) truly you are the messenger of God
Muhammed (saws) was scared and thought this quite odd
'Praise be to God' his wife said instead
''I know you've been chosen as God's messenger' she said
And thus Khadija (ra) became the first woman of islam
And over the next 23 years came the revelation, the Quran
He preached to all people, every creed every race
Yet so many hardships he had to face
There were fears for his life, then the Hijrat took place
He then entered Medina, all by Allah's grace
He was greeted by the Ansaris who gave their salaam
To him and his companians,the Sahaba ikram
Then came the battles, which were fought face to face
Then the conquest of Mecca, Muhammed (saws)'s birthplace
An Nasr was revealed, it's message was clear
Muhammed (saws) knew that his time was near
Everyone gathered to hear his last speech
little did they know how far Allah's message would reach
Muhammed (saws) gave us the miracle the Quran
And now a 1/4 of the world follow Islam
He is our role-model, the best of mankind
And has left the Quran and his Sunnah behind
Read the Quran as much as you can
The words of Allah (swt) for the guidance of man
And follow our prophet's sunnah, when eating and dressing
And send him salutations and many a blessing
He came to mankind to show us the way
And Insha-Allah, we'll meet him, we'll meet him one day
EATING HABBITS
Stop your Play, it's time to eat,
Come wash your hands and take a seat
Before you start though, bring to mind,
The mercy of Allah who is so kind.
So begin in the name of Allah,
By always saying Bismillah,
Don't dish out more than you can eat,
For Muslims shouldn't over eat.
And one thing you must understand,
It's good to eat with your right hand,
Never stuff your mouth with food,
That would surely be most rude.
Take your time and chew quite well,
Pick up morsels in case it fell,
Eat your food and leave no waste,
There's no need to eat in haste.
Drink your tea and slip slow,
You don't have to gulp you know,
When you've finished thank Allah,
Good Deeds
Allah loves children
who cares for others,
who do deeds of kindness
to sisters and brothers;
like lending a hand
to somebody hurt,
like smiling at him
and saying a kind word;
like happily sharing
with girls and with boys
one's favorite things
like books and like toys;
like sending flowers to somebody ill;
a visit to him
would be nicer still.
There are many things
we can do for each other,
to make life happy
for our sister and brother.
Edited by: xxbasxx on Thursday, June 01, 2006 12:58 PM |
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xxbasxx
UNITED KINGDOM
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 Posted - Thursday, June 1, 2006 - 1:15 PM 
Salamz ^_^
Masha'Allah, what beautiful poems! thank you for sharing them with us, Sahira! did you write them yourself? they're very good ^__^
please keep contributing such wonderful reminders ^_^
Wassalam .xXx. |
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sahira
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Saturday, June 3, 2006 - 10:04 PM
salaam bas
i did not write them myself unfortunatly but found them on a site and thought of the under 12's inshAllah if i find more i'll keep posting, i use to write poems myself but that feels like a differnt lifetime |
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xxbasxx
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Tuesday, June 6, 2006 - 9:07 PM
Walaikumussalam sahira ^__^
i love poetry, please do keep contributing!
and, you used to write poetry?? thats amazing! i still write poetry ^_^
its kinda superficial and rubbishy but thats modern day, 15-year old poetry for ya ¬_¬
Wassalam and keep postin!
^_^
.xXx. |
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sahira
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Friday, June 23, 2006 - 1:25 PM
******************
MY BELOVED
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There was a time in my youth,
When Islam was only a custom.
They said "say La IIaha IIIa Allah,..
And pray, you'll go to Heaven."
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Ah, how simple, no struggle in this,
Just a word, and simple act.
Thereafter I'm absorbed in this world again,
With my 'assured' place in Paradise intact.
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But this was not to be my fate
For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.
I learnt of a man who struggled so hard
When his mission was from the start.
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The story of someone who had morals,
Spoke gently, kindness he knew.
Never fearing to say what's right,
His conviction in ISLAM was true.
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The touch of his hand was as soft as silk
To comfort a crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
Never complaining, he always smiled.
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A living he made with his bare hands,
The same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
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His smell was always of musk,
And cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
Who stink of beer and sweat.
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He held the hands of his companions.
Unashamed to play with many children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
That strangers could not recognise him.
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His eyes slept little for nights were precious,
His prayers he treasured much greater.
To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.
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He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
And bled for me at Ta'if.
He cried for me, tears of concern,
Just so I could have this belief.
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His enemies admired his teachings,
Uniting every religion, every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,
O, but indeed he was only a man.
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To own a house, or build his wealth
Was not his main priority.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
To bring us under a Higher Authority.
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Don't you want him to plea for your case,
When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?
Don't you wish to be around his fountain,
A burning desire to drink from his hand?
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So I love him more than all creation,
My Leader, my Humble Prophet.
Muhammad (SAWS) was a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is ************
MY BELOVED ! |
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Martian24
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Friday, June 30, 2006 - 11:33 PM
Salaam!!
Lovely poems!! I'm working on a poem right now, i might send u it!
Thnx
Martian24 
Edited by: martian24 on Friday, June 30, 2006 11:34 PM |
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xxbasxx
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Monday, July 3, 2006 - 7:32 PM
Salamz martian24 ^_^
no no no you see you dont have a choice. 'might' isnt an option. you HAVEEEE to send us the poem.
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PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE! ^____________^
.xXx. |
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Martian24
UNITED KINGDOM
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 Posted - Tuesday, July 4, 2006 - 12:10 PM
quote:
Salamz martian24 ^_^
no no no you see you dont have a choice. 'might' isnt an option. you HAVEEEE to send us the poem.
...
PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE! ^____________^
.xXx.
Salamz Bas
I sadly lost the poem that i was writing  , but i will send you 1 from the internet! |
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Martian24
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Tuesday, July 4, 2006 - 12:22 PM
 Salamz!
This is the poem i got from the internet!
Allaah is the One true God
Truly He's just One
He has no partner and no wife
And Allaah has no son!
Allaah is the One true God
He always hears us call
So we must only pray to Allaah
No one else at all!
Allaah is the One true God
He's our Lord and King
So everyone believe in Allaah!
Worship none but Him!
Hope you liked it!
Martian |
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xxbasxx
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Tuesday, July 4, 2006 - 8:07 PM
Salamz
awwwwwwwwwwww its so sweeeeeeeeeeet i love it!
please post more ^_^
and i hope you find your poem >_<
i'll try writing one too Insha'Allah ^_^
.xXx. Wassalam .xXx. |
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sam10
USA
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Posted - Friday, January 12, 2007 - 5:19 PM
Cool poems and i really found them interesting
[did you make them up yorself] |
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Martian24
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Monday, February 19, 2007 - 7:42 PM
Salamz Sam10,
WHO ME???? (puts on a suspicious face) -_-  |
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Martian24
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Monday, February 19, 2007 - 7:47 PM
You are a Muslim
Rock a bye Baby
Your cradle is green
You are a Muslim
And Islam's your Deen
Allah's the Lord
His word is Qur'an
Muhammad His Prophet
Last Messenger to man.
TextHoped u like that poem, Its really sweet -_- (i got it from the internet)
Edited by: martian24 on Monday, February 19, 2007 7:47 PM |
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Martian24
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Monday, February 19, 2007 - 7:53 PM
This is another poem: For all of the proud muslim girls,
I am a special person
I’ll tell you why
I honor myself with pride
I wear something on my head
Some people might think I’m bald
Some people might think I’m wearing a cloth
But all I’m doing is preserving my dignity
Along with my beauty
I stand tall, even with the eyes staring or the
Whispers when I walk by
No matter what
I stand tall with pride and honor
As a Muslim girl |
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Fizz1
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Monday, April 9, 2007 - 7:42 PM
| there realy gooooooddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Martian24
UNITED KINGDOM
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Posted - Thursday, April 12, 2007 - 7:48 PM
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