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The Difference
I
got up early one morning and
rushed right into the day;
I had so much
to accomplish that
I didn't have time to pray Problems just tumbled
about me,
and the heavier came each task.
"Why doesn't God help Me?"
I wondered.
He answered , "You didn't ask". I wanted to see
joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why
God didn't show me.
He said, "But you didn't seek." I tried
to come into God's presence;
O used all my keys at the lock.
God gently
and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn't knock." I woke
up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day;
I had so much
to accomplish
that I had to take time to pray Author:
Grace L. Naessens 
Object
of Despair A poem by Fahim Firfiray (Abu Omar) Emma is a lawyer
And so is Aisha too
Colleagues going into court
At circa half past two
Its 1 O'clock right now
They grab a bite before the trial
They
chat about this and that
Conversing with a smile Aisha is in full hijab
With a loose all over suit
Emma's in her business wear
With accessories
taboot Emma's really quite bemused
At Aisha's godly ways
She looks
Aisha in the eyes
And very firmly says You're a smart girl Aisha
Why do you wear that across your hair?
Subjugated by "man"-kind
An object of despair Take it off my sister
Let your banner be unfurled
Don't blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD Aisha
is amazed
But not the least bit shy
She bravely puts her milk shake down
And gives Emma the reply My dear sister Emma,
Why do you dress the
way you do?
The skirt you're wearing round your waist,
Is it really you?
Now that we've sat down,
I see you tug it across your thighs,
Do
you feel ashamed?
Aware of prying eyes? I see the way you're sitting,
Both legs joined at the knees,
Who forces you to sit like that?
Do you
feel at ease? I'll tell you who obliges you,
To dress the way you do,
Gucci, Klein and St. Laurent,
All have designs on you! In the main,
its men my friend,
Who dictate the whims of fashion,
Generating all the
garb,
To incite the basest passion "Sex Sells" there is no
doubt,
But who buys with such great haste,
The answer is the likes of
you,
Because they want to be embraced...... They want to be accepted,
On a level playing field
Sure, with brain and intellect
But with body
parts revealed Intelligence and reason
Are useful by and by
But
if you want to make a mark
Stay appealing to the eye You claim your
skirt is office like
A business dress of sorts
Would we not laugh at Tony
Blair
If he turned up in shorts? His could be the poshest pants
Pinstripe from Saville Rowe
But walking round like that my friend
He'd
really have to go Why do you douse yourself with creams
To make your
skin so milky?
Why do rip off all your hair
To keep your body silky? A
simple shower's all you need
To stay respectable and clean
The time and
money that you spend
Is really quite obscene Why do you wake up at
dawn,
To apply a firm foundation,
Topped with make up and the like,
In one chaotic combination? And if you should have to leave the house
Devoid of this routine
Why do you feel so insecure
That you should not
be seen? Be free my sister Emma
Escape from your deep mire
Don
hijab today my friend
And all Islam's attire Avoid all those sickly
stares
Or whistles from afar
Walk down the street with dignity
Take
pride in who you are Strength lies in anonymity
Be a shadow in the
crowd
Until you speak and interact
When your voice will carry loud You're
a smart girl Emma
Wear this across your hair
Don't be subjugated by "man"-kind
An object of despair To use your very words my friend
Let your banner
be unfurled
Don't blindly follow all around
DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE
WORLD
If
the Prophet visited you (peace and blessings be upon him) I
wonder........................
If Prophet Muhammad visited you
Just for
a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you would do? Oh
I know you would give your nicest room,
To such an honored guest,
And
you would serve him your very best.
You would be the very best,
Cause you're glad to have him there,
That serving him in your home
Would
be a joy without compare. But...when you see him coming,
Would
you meet him at the door
With your arms outstretched in welcome,
To your
visitor? Or...would you have to change your clothes
before you
let him in?
Or hide some magazines and put
The Quran where they had been? Would
you still watch those movies,
Or your T.V. set?
Or would you switch it
off,
Before he gets upset. Would you turn off the radio,
And hope he had not heard?
And wish that you did not utter
your last loud
hasty word? Would you hide your wordly music,
And instead take
out Hadith books?
Could you let him walk right in,
Or would you rush about? And
I wonder...if the Prophet spent, a day or two with you,
Would you go on doing
the things you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things You always
say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day? Would
your family conversations,
Keep up their ususal pace?
And would you find
it hard each meal,
To say a table grace? Would you keep up each
and every prayer?
Without putting on a frown?
And would you always jump
up early,
For Fajr at dawn? Would you sing the songs you always
sing?
And read the book you read?
And let him know the things on which,
Your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take the Prophet with you,
Everywhere you plan to go?
Or, would you maybe change your plans,
Just
for a day or so? Would you be glad to have him meet,
Your very
closest friends?
Or, would you hope they stay away,
Until his visit ends? Would
you be glad to have him stay,
Forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with
great relief,
When he at last was gone? It might be intresting
to know,
The things that you would do.
If Prophet Muhammad, came,
To spend some time with you. - Author Unknown
From: SoundVision.com
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