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AWURAA Apr 10
"I don't think he was on his lunch break, he was still on the job as he couldn't get time off for Ramadan."

"Yes, he was fasting, still on route and could not get of, so with the need to pray, he chose to do so within his short break before he changed routes."

" Wisdom to him was knowing that he must pray."

"The room was dark and his skin was a shadow that could be seen by those who noticed and looked closely."

" I noticed, so I looked closely.
He placed the newspaper down on the ground."

"?"

"At first I thought it was the wipe up the ***** that could have found but then he knelt down."

" I was puzzled and I knew my face showed it ... so I watched him, my head cocked to the side, eyes fixed, I chose to reside, I was conscious of those around me, buses that passed slowly, but, he had me fixed, awestruck, so I chose to reside."

"He bent over, head down, mumuring words; I could not make out the sounds."

"And then he stood up, head down, head up, I could not make out a sounds."

" I knew I should have looked away, that it was a private moment and I was disturbing it, but I was not the middle man for his prayers."

" I was the onlooker, curious of  the man who made a newspaper his prayer-mat and the bus, his prayer-room."

" So I watched, three minutes go by, eyes fixed, this one kid sees me staring and follows my gaze, tracing it back to the earnest praying man."

" Then he looks with me, then it's us, it's us watching him; the man on the bus with his paper-mat."
Erenn Mar 28
The moon rises, and with it, the weight of my sins.
I see the faithful rush to the masjid, heads high, hearts light—
while I stood here in the shadows, drowning in regret.
How many prayers have I missed?
How many whispers of mercy have I ignored?
How many times has my Lord called me back,
only for me to turn away?

Yet, Ramadan arrives like an old friend,
knocking at the door of my troubled heart.
I hesitate. Do I deserve this mercy?
Will Allah even listen to someone like me?
Hunger comes, thirst ensues,
and with every thorn pricked against my skin
I realized—this is not punishment.
This is love.

I sujud for the first time in months, maybe years.
My forehead presses against the earth,
and suddenly, I remember how it feels to be home.
Tears spill, fervid and unrelenting.
Ya Allah, I am broken.
Ya Allah, I am ashamed.
But Ya Allah, I am here.

The nights stretch my past, and so do my regrets.
I stand in the depths of Qiyam,
my voice trembling as I beg—
Don’t shun me away.
Don’t let me leave this month the same, again.

Then comes Laylatul Qadr,
the night that could erase everything,
the night that could rewrite my destiny.
My hands shake as I lift them.
What do I ask for first?
Forgiveness?
Guidance?
A heart that remembers Allah the way it should?

And then, like a gust of wind, Ramadan is gone.
The Eid moon shines, but my soul aches.
Not for the food, not for the thirst,
but for the nearness of Allah I fear I will lose.

I was a sinner.
I am still a sinner.
But in this month, I learned—
Allah’s mercy is greater than my sins.
And maybe, just maybe,
I'm not lost after all
I am reborn
I am found



Erennwrites
Repentant Jan 26
Because I am a robot
I just follow the carrot
All I see as donkey
Is the face behind the parrot
It better be the dumbest
Than be the smartest in the world
If I can't go up the ladder
I better stay indoors
Because you are a human
You just use me for satisfaction
You see me as a potato
With holes to drill in the head
Two is not enough so more
You remove the eyes and the latter
To me you are just a tor
I have peeled your faces off the hatter
And what a beautiful soul you have
Behind all those sins you were hiding in
Behind all the fake mentorships
Behind all the action hits
We are only angels
Devil's born inside
The devil is in the details
Thanks to god above
Each sin is a torment on the soul, necessary to be accepted but beholden, taught but explained, for life is a hard place, if you want to stay alienated.
For the good may seem bad and the bad may seem good to the eyes that can't get past the hardship of the truth, stay safe, sane and sinless. Other wise, repent.
Yottalomaniac Sep 2024
It burns it hurts It hits
My head of bitterness My mind of ressentiment
I want to destroy break and ******
Rip those apart Who stand
Stand for my hurt My wounds
Let them Die Let them burn
May they suffer Like Pigs and Monkeys
Swallowed by the Earth
Not like they did anything wrong But they choose to live
Why must they Live Why must They be
Be and hurt me
What did They do to me I suffer Suffer and burn
I wish to burn I wish them to Burn
Burn like Monkeys and Dogs End
Sometimes it happens that one man's life cannot but endanger another's. Who is to live? Written in response to an imam's preaching.
Safana Sep 2024
Military and militia.
Nigeria and niger area
Predators and Prey

Instead of  killings
Why not bring us a life

Abbas and his family deserve justice.
Abbas is nigerian military and he is only Muslim man in his entire family; in many Nigerian villages, people have no right to practise any religion other than what they inherit.
Mirza Lazim Dec 2022
Before dawn,
in the ***** of venerable silence
I whisper the verses of the Koran
and I find myself in awe of Allah,
your memories emerge in front of my eyes,
I get stretched out within tides...

A new obsession
a tiny light dot,
a sudden strange blink;
Are you a shirk?!
No... Never!
Only pure love could last forever...
You are something sacred with mundane reflections:
like expurgatory light from the heavens,
like my spiritual pain of existence
or the insanity of my inspiration...

If you ever did feel what I am getting through...
In my dream, you are near
and reading to me softly the surah Ad-Duha...
Ah, this maniacal power I get from your voice...
Ah, this sweet and indispensable rejoice...
And the magnificence of this complete unification!
The one I felt before:
on the elevator
which was taking me to you!

The prayer is going on,
now with its all perfection:
Allah I obey,
For you, I pray...
Till the Sun rises,
I shall be blessed...

(Arabic): in Islam, idolatry, polytheism, and the association of God with other deities.
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Jun 2022
(धर्म के ठेकेदारों से परमात्मा कहते है)

दिखावटी सा लगता है ये प्रेम तुम्हारा,
जो तुम मुझे बार बार दिखलाते हो।
बनावटी सी लगती है तुम्हारी सारी बातें,
जो तुम मेरे बारे मे औरों को बतलाते हो।

पहले खुद ही लड़ते हो, फिर खुद ही डर जाते हो,
बार बार मेरे ही नाम पर, ये हथियार क्यों उठाते हो?
मै ही तुम्हारा निर्माता, मै ही जगत रचयिता,
फिर मुझको किससे भय, जो तुम हर बार मेरी रक्षा करने चले आते हो?

दिखावटी सा लगता है ये प्रेम तुम्हारा,
जो तुम मुझे बार बार दिखलाते हो।


मुझको बाँट दिया तुमने धर्मों मे, दे दिये कई भिन्न नाम,
फिर क्यों दिन ओ रात खुद के दिए उसी नाम को गलियाते हो?
तुम भी मेरे ही बच्चे, वो भी है संतानें मेरी,
फिर क्यों एक दूसरे को भाई बोलने से तुम कतराते हो?

हर मुश्किल में, हर एक मुसीबत मे साथ तुम्हारे खड़ा मैं,
बावज़ूद इसके, क्यो तुम मेरा नाम लेने से हिचकिचाते हो?
जब सत्य जानते हो कि मै ही अल्लाह, मैं ही येशु, मैं ही हुं श्रीराम,
तो इतनी सी बात को स्वीकार करने मे तुम इतना क्यों सकुचाते हो?

दिखावटी सा लगता है ये प्रेम तुम्हारा,
जो तुम मुझे बार बार दिखलाते हो।
A poem about rising religious intolerance in the name of Almighty.
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Apr 2022
[अज़ान-हनुमान तो बहाना है,
असल मे तो महंगाई से ध्यान हटाना है!
]

(एक आदमी दूसरे कौम के आदमी से)
प्रदर्शन की सुनाई दे रही आहट है,
तभी सत्ता के गलियारों मे हरबड़ाहट है।
ऊपर से अपने लिए कोई संदेशा आया है,
फिर से उन्होंने आपसी सौहार्द बिगाड़ने को फरमाया है।

(संदेश पढ़ने के बाद वही आदमी)
मै लूंगा लाठी हाथ मे,
तुम भी पत्थर रखना साथ मे।
मै जोर जोर से चिल्लाऊंगा हनुमान,
तुम भी लाउडस्पीकर मे ही गाना अज़ान।

मै अपने लोगो मे, तुम अपने लोगो मे, फैला देना ये बात,
की सामने वाले कर रहे हमारे धर्म पर चोट की शुरुआत।
अगर हमने अभी ही नही बदले अपने ये हालात,
तो अगले ही पल खतरे मे आ जायेगी हमारी पूरी ज़मात।

उसके बाद, हमारे आका सामने आयेंगे, (हा वही आका जिन्होंने संदेशा भेजा था)
दोनो कौम मे नफरती आग फैलायेंगे।
मुझे और तुम्हे आपस मे लड़ाएंगे,
फिर खुद ही शांतिदूत बन जाएंगे।

(लेकिन उसके पहले, उनके शांतिदूत बनने से पहले)
खून की नदियाँ बहेंगी सड़को पर,
दंगों की गाज़ गिरेगी हमारे लड़कों पर।
खून के आँसू रायेगी मासूमियत,
किसी कब्र मे लेटी होगी इंसानियत।

आग की लपटे होंगी चारों ओर,
हर तरफ होगी चीख पुकार की शोर।
आपसी भाईचारे की तो कट ही जाएगी डोर,
हर तरफ धर्मांधता की होगी एक नई भोर।

कट्टर हो जायेगा इंसान, कट्टरता होगी हर रस्ते मे,
पेट्रोल-डिजल का तो पता नही, पर इंसानी जान मिलेगी सस्ते मे।
निंबू का दाम कोई नही पूछेगा, क्योकि खटास तो होगी हमारे ही भाईचारे मे,
हमे लड़ता देख वे हँसेंगे, और अट्टाहस होगी सत्ता के गलियारे मे।

(फिर वही आदमी कहता है)
लेकिन इससे हमे क्या, हम तो है नफरती मजदूर,
लाश पर इंसानो की चलके, बन चुके है हम बहुत क्रूर।
जरूरत कुछ हमारी भी है, तभी तो तलवे चाटने को है मज़बूर,
देखने मे लगते इंसान ही है, पर इंसानियत से अभी है कोशों दूर।

(अंत मे वही आदमी)
हमारा तो है बस इतना ही काम ,
हम तो सिर्फ है अपने आकाओं के गुलाम ।
जिस पल हमे मिलता उनका फरमान ,
निकल जाते उसी वक़्त, हम बर्बाद करने को सारा हिंदुस्तान।
It's my observation that riots don't occur by themselves. The people in power plan and create it; they appoint goons from both religions (Hinduism and Islam) and ask them to spread hatred against the other religions in their own community; these people are known as "नफ़रती मज़दूर" or "Labours of Hatred," don't know about others, but at least I call them. Riots are usually created when the people in power think any protest is going to happen against them regarding their policy. And this time the issue is "inflation" in India, which is why several riots are occurring in the name of Azaan (ISLAM) and Hanuman (HINDUISM)..! 


Planning to recite it out on my YouTube channel... So that, it may create more awareness.
Yousra Amatullah Apr 2022
You are so beautiful Ma Sha Allah Allahouma Barik.
Yes! I'm talking about you!

Imagine someone putting you together, piece by piece.
Every detail, every inch, every atom that makes you YOU was put together with utmost wisdom. His wisdom.
He swt wants you to look the way you actually look; amazing.

He wants you to have that skin color and texture. He wants you to have those beautiful eyes, even if you can't see through them. He wants you to have that beautiful nose, lashes, eyebrows, arms, legs, hands, feet and so on. Even if certain parts do not work properly, even if you do not fit into the beauty standards of today's world. And even if people start calling you names.

Remember, He named you first.
He swt named you with utmost wisdom, care and love.
Don't lose that name. Please, don't lose the way He created you just to fit into a beautified lie..

Love, I want you to understand that there is wisdom in every inch of your body; His wisdom. Meaning you're constantly carrying His wisdom around. That way you're constantly reminded of your name, of who you truly are;
A servant of Allah swt, crowned with the beauty of His wisdom

🤍
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Apr 2022
देख तेरे भारत की क्या हाल हो गयी राम,
हर तरफ अब बाकी रह गए है केवल दन्गो के निशान।
तेरे ही बच्चे सताये जा रहे है, लेकर तेरा ही नाम,
तुझपे ही हो रहे है ज़ुल्म, और तुझे ही किया जा रहा है बदनाम।

भगवा चोला ओढ़कर, ढोंगी बन बैठे है तेरे भक्त,
दूसरे कौम का बोलकर बहा रहे है तेरे ही संतानो के रक्त।
अब ये पता नही की वो दहशतगर्द है या है इस बात से अंजान,
की तु ही अल्लाह, तु ही नानक और तु ही है श्रीराम।
Happy RAM NAVAMI everyone.

A little truth..!

50th poem here 😅
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