Two Poems I Wrote

aisha16

aisha16

Junior Member
Some Poems I Wrote

Assalam Allaykum these are some poems that I want to share.

Ponder over This

The wind blows
Yet we do not know
The rivers flow
Yet we do not know
Ponder over this
If only you could understand this beautiful bliss
If we truly only know
How the green meadows grow
Ponder over this
Ponder over this
O slave of the Almighty, Lord of all that exists

Mujahid wa Mujahida

As she lights a candle
She waits for her husband's arrival
She sees his long beard and his
stallion as he removes the saddle
He longed to see her for he was away
Away fighting for the deen, the path
in which all Muslims pray to say
She sees the nuur gleaming on his face
As she wipes away the blood on him
being sure not to leave a trace
His smile never leaving him
even though his clothes are torn
He comforts his wife as he sworn,
all their troubles would vanish,
vanish, and disapear,
when Allah would give the muslims the upper hand,
and their victory would be clear.
 
aisha16

aisha16

Junior Member
^JazaakAllah Brother.

Here is a poem my little sister wrote, she's 11 and i'm 13 (not 16) :p:

Allah (SWA)

Ya Allah, by ninety-nine names we call you.

Ya Allah, bring us to your paradise.
Never let us stray and pay the price.

Ya Allah, we worship you day and night.
Lead us to the path that’s right.

Ya Allah, the Eternal, the Ever-Living,


Ya Allah, let us follow the way,
Of your Last Messenger,
And do not make us amongst your ungrateful slaves,

Ya Allah, your slaves we are and always will be,
In you we have un-dying trust and belief.

Ya Allah, the Self-Sustaining Creator of all the world and universe,


Ya Allah, bestow us with your grace,
Don’t let us have hate and malice.

Ya Allah, cure our hearts from greed,
Let us show kindness and spend in charity.


Ya Allah, to you we pray.

Ya Allah, accept our Salat,
We express deep devotion in every Rakat.

Ya Allah, to you alone we worship,
You, having no partners or companionship.


Ya Allah, judge us on The Day of Resurrection.

With gratitude and emotion,
We express eternal devotion.
We have an army of religion so strong,
So hear my plea in this poem and song.
With, courage, strength, and love,
We perish and hopefully come to you above.
Through hardship and sadness,
We face the truth:

WE WILL ALWAYS FOLLOW YOU.​
:hearts: :ma:
 
J

Jihan

Junior Member
aisha16 said:
Assalam Allaykum these are some poems that I want to share.

Ponder over This

The wind blows
Yet we do not know
The rivers flow
Yet we do not know
Ponder over this
If only you could understand this beautiful bliss
If we truly only know
How the green meadows grow
Ponder over this
Ponder over this
O slave of the Almighty, Lord of all that exists

Mujahid wa Mujahida

As she lights a candle
She waits for her husband's arrival
She sees his long beard and his
stallion as he removes the saddle
He longed to see her for he was away
Away fighting for the deen, the path
in which all Muslims pray to say
She sees the nuur gleaming on his face
As she wipes away the blood on him
being sure not to leave a trace
His smile never leaving him
even though his clothes are torn
He comforts his wife as he sworn,
all their troubles would vanish,
vanish, and disapear,
when Allah would give the muslims the upper hand,
and their victory would be clear.
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i like your poems the first one is like the one i wrote called realization!
 
aisha16

aisha16

Junior Member
Here is another I wrote:

It's called: Mother & Son (sorry couldn't come up with anything better :p)

She prays for forgiveness,
Giving up all her night hours,
Begs and pleads to Him,
Who brings all the rain showers,
To Him who has all power,
and never will it diminish,
because no person can devour it.
She blows out the candle,
as she lays back in bed.
Her baby soon cries out,
she runs and soon comforts him,
She prays to Allah,
Who is the best who gives,
To make him a mujahid,
and to make him an upright Muslim.
His name is Muhammad,
A great man was he,
at the age of 10,
He proved this, as he took leadership over his clan.
He was brave, and courageous,
and would spend early mornings praying,
To Him in whose hands are all mankind's lifespan.
In the day he would fast,
with a close grasp to the Quran.
Reading each verse,
with a tear flowing down.
He would help his aging mother,
and he was full of grief,
for she would soon leave this life,
without seeing him become a Mujahid.
He knew what she wanted,
So he planned, as did Allah,
and Allah is the best of Planners.
He then became a Mujahid,
Leading an army, at the young age of 21.
His fellow mujahids described him as kind,
with a beautiful face,
full of humbleness,
and never did he show arrogance.
Not even a trace.
When he spoke,
he did so in a soft tone,
like a beautiful harp playing.
And in the middle of the day,
Others behind him would pray,
Eat, sleep, and train,
and by the night,
you would see him crying,
Hands up in dua.
One day as he was leading,
the mujahids in a battle,
by the enemy he was slain.
He died shahid right then and there,
The others stood around him, and shouted "Allahu Akbar".
The news reached his mother, now her hair so gray,
She cried out of joy, and happiness,
and raised her hands to the sky,
She made dua, and begged Allah
to accept Muhammad, amongst the shuhada,
She then felt a sudden pain,
She collapsed to the ground,
and she died, where she stood.
Muhammad and his mother,
May Allah accept them both,
May He build for them a beautiful house in jannah,
A beautiful peaceful abode.
ameen​

Sorry that was too long. :(

Wa'alykum Aslaam

p.s. i had some help, (my big sis) :p

p.s.s. this is a MADE-UP character, this is NOT the Prophet SAW of course, and it isn't a sahabi either. Actually i got this story, or one similiar to it in a lecture. :p
 
DevoutMuslimah

DevoutMuslimah

Junior Member
aisha16 said:
Here is another I wrote:

It's called: Mother & Son (sorry couldn't come up with anything better :p)

She prays for forgiveness,
Giving up all her night hours,
Begs and pleads to Him,
Who brings all the rain showers,
To Him who has all power,
and never will it diminish,
because no person can devour it.
She blows out the candle,
as she lays back in bed.
Her baby soon cries out,
she runs and soon comforts him,
She prays to Allah,
Who is the best who gives,
To make him a mujahid,
and to make him an upright Muslim.
His name is Muhammad,
A great man was he,
at the age of 10,
He proved this, as he took leadership over his clan.
He was brave, and courageous,
and would spend early mornings praying,
To Him in whose hands are all mankind's lifespan.
In the day he would fast,
with a close grasp to the Quran.
Reading each verse,
with a tear flowing down.
He would help his aging mother,
and he was full of grief,
for she would soon leave this life,
without seeing him become a Mujahid.
He knew what she wanted,
So he planned, as did Allah,
and Allah is the best of Planners.
He then became a Mujahid,
Leading an army, at the young age of 21.
His fellow mujahids described him as kind,
with a beautiful face,
full of humbleness,
and never did he show arrogance.
Not even a trace.
When he spoke,
he did so in a soft tone,
like a beautiful harp playing.
And in the middle of the day,
Others behind him would pray,
Eat, sleep, and train,
and by the night,
you would see him crying,
Hands up in dua.
One day as he was leading,
the mujahids in a battle,
by the enemy he was slain.
He died shahid right then and there,
The others stood around him, and shouted "Allahu Akbar".
The news reached his mother, now her hair so gray,
She cried out of joy, and happiness,
and raised her hands to the sky,
She made dua, and begged Allah
to accept Muhammad, amongst the shuhada,
She then felt a sudden pain,
She collapsed to the ground,
and she died, where she stood.
Muhammad and his mother,
May Allah accept them both,
May He build for them a beautiful house in jannah,
A beautiful peaceful abode.
ameen​

Sorry that was too long. :(

Wa'alykum Aslaam

p.s. i had some help, (my big sis) :p

p.s.s. this is a MADE-UP character, this is NOT the Prophet SAW of course, and it isn't a sahabi either. Actually i got this story, or one similiar to it in a lecture. :p
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Masha'Allah my little sis! :p You have got some talent!

*cough even though I helped you, cough*

I liked the last one about the Mujahid, and the one called Ya Allah, nice job! I'm lucky to have you both as sisters. :hearts: :ma:

Love you,

Your Sis DM
 
aisha16

aisha16

Junior Member
Assalam Allaykum

Thanks devout muslima for your response. You know your good at poetry too!
Remember ''In the Middle of The Night''.

Ma saalam
 
DevoutMuslimah

DevoutMuslimah

Junior Member
:lol:

No i stink at poems, you are better than me. :p

I have ZERO confidence, so lol I shall never write another poem again!

Keep up the good work kid,

Ma'salaama
 
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