"deen" poems
Dua to attract someone Today i am going to tell you about the love, attraction in our beautiful and complete deen Islam as our religion is all complete and Allah does that perfect with his all showering blessings upon allah regret making some of the decisions during now days due to they fall in love with in immature or inappropriate age with the wrong person. Many people are facing all these obstacles in their love life! do you know? that Allah created His slaves whom the first one was very respected Hazrat Aadam A.s and then Allah Saw him alone so Allah created an attraction for him none other than but bibi Hawa, when hazrat Adam A.S looked at her he did feel a beautiful love attraction and tried to touch her but Allah commanded “stop”! Hazrat Adam does not touched her with out the command of Allah. Allah made them in the bound of nikkah him self and then allowed him to love her.
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
Phir teri mohabbat yaad aayi
Phir mera bilagna yaad aaya…
Phir teri naseehat yaad aayi
Tera raub wa jalwa yaad aaya…
Tune jitni jheli takleefein
Us dard ka ehsaas yaad aaya…
Tune zindagi bhar jo bhi kiya
Tera jud o karam sab yaad aaya. ....
Teri kaawishein teri koshishein Tera jaan lagana yaad aaya. ...
Teri neikiyan tere khair amal..
Tera pyaar lutana yaad aaya...
Teri hayaat se seekhe hain jo jo... Har ek sabaq woh yaad aaya. ...
Tera muskata har dam chehra... Woh roshan nazara yaad aaya. ....
Ba vaqaar jo jhele gham tune... Tera sabr se sehna yaad aaya….
Teri zinda dili teri saada dili... Deen' mein thos aqeedah yaad aaya. ....
Beta, bhai, shohar, walid ** ya dost Har ek farz nibhana yaad aaya. ....
“Ain" tum bhi amanat daari karo... Usne hi seekhaya......yaad aaya..???
Phir mera tadapna yaad aaya...
Lamha rukhsat ka jo yaad aaya…
Ae Firoz tu aisi misaal bana..... Jaane kitnon ko tu yaad aaya. ....
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
As I sat in the library waiting for my lecture to start,
A beautiful girl came along and stood near to my heart
As she sent me peace with a smile full of delight,
Revealed such a beauty of hidden appealing light
Her eyes somehow met mine in a sudden peep
Took me somewhere over the rainbow leap
her eyes were iridescent with every shades of hope,
kindling sparks of spiritual faith and defeated mope
As I was wondering among her beautiful face ,
I heard her voice ,tingling my heart to race
She asked how to improve her langage to fulfill a dream,
To call for Islam and invite people to know this perfect Deen
She loves Allah more than you could ardently imagine ,
Her eyes glowing with the radiant of this noble message
I was fascinated by her alluring faith and love ,
by her appealing beauty and optimism shining above
Her heart was a precious peace of sincerity and faith
Studded with the most redolent shimmering gems
A full blossming hour spent without a doubt ,
Bringing faint hint of smiling sunshine ,
Pure love of Allah mingled our spirits ,
refreshingly flourished my heart and lissomed my soul
Islam is our biggest bounty so let's be grateful,
Let's relax our hearts and spread this bliss all over ...
The tips I gave she kept with an excited determination ,
To realise her dream and be among the callers
For this native religion and truthful decision,
With a glorious gratitude we ended our meeting ,
Promised our souls to get to strengthen our faith,
To noble our path and find our truthful basement
Speechless expressions are all we were able to keep,
In front of Allah's super mercy and grateful deeds
she was a pretty faithful soul that entered my heart,
Took me higher , and sowed love in every single part ...
Thank you Allah for all your bounties and fascination
Blissful we are to belong to your super fetching creation ...
♡Merry
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
A Thread of Equanimity.
[Note:ref. holy Qur’an(1:4)m holy Bible,John,(4:23-24) and Mundakopanizhad(1:6)]
Ramzan reminds us of holy Qur’an
That tells us to read ; observe, think.
Serve, the needy with sakat , sadaka
Pray only Him ; for He only forgives.
“Iyaka na abudu wa iyaka nasthaieen”
[Only Thou we worship; rely Thou ]-
“Yesha Sarveswara Yesha Sarvagna
Yesho antharyamyesha yooni : sarvasya
Prabhavapyau hi bhoothanam”
[Protector of all, the All-knowing is He
He is The Force , the Seat is He ;
Form Him Emerge all; to Him all go back]
“Twamekam Sarenyam, twamekam varenyam
Twamekamekam jagat karanam”
“Only ,Thou art reliable, noble Thou art
Thou art the only Cause of creations.]
The righteous worship Him in Spirit and-
In Truth ; “God is spirit” ; so says, Jesus.
To every race has sent God Prophets
They only taught to follow the Right Path.
Call it Dharma or Deen you may; call it,
Follow the same path ,:refrain from vices.
Love is the thread of equanimity,
Spun up- by mystic conscience super.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
This poem is written by Majd Al Deen and I ...
I wish you consider it as well as enjoy it
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Every time I look around
And ponder the things we obtain
listening to the winds sound
coming from beyond the terrain
Filling my soul from inside
Brushing all the stress and pain
Opening my eyes on a side
That we are all a brain
Not only does an ***** feed on blood supplies
But It's how you stay sane
It's where your personality lies
It's where the great thoughts ingrain
We search for miracles
And we have one; our heads maintain
Nerve cells with the shape of verticals
Are that only what brains contain ?
Our souls lie within
We try not to let them drain
Our dreams, our memories are all in
They are like an unlimited chain
We love, we live, we write our story with a pen
On a marvelous paper called a brain
Our blood is our ink
And it keeps circultaing all over again
You receive, it responds
That is why we feel pain
But emotions are like ponds
Happiness, passion and the excitement we gain
In the most difficult predicaments
You tend to use your brain
With it you overcome impediments
Which makes your way plain !
10% is all what we use
But don't you ever complain
It's a gift that we shouldn't abuse
However, a gem you must retain
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
Semitemos efil t'nia straight-
forward, os uoy yam deen ot
egnahc ruoy evitcepsrep.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
Christmas morning
and we got drunk on $3 red wine
given to me
entirely for free
from the creepy guy
who sits downstairs
with absolutely nothing on
underneath his trenchcoat
it was ******* freezing outside,
and I cried just a little bit
when you told me
we were out of butter.
With no bra
and a pair of XL red sweatpants
I went to the bodega on the corner
where the old man with too many fingers
never gives me the right change.
And that day I cried in my room
over what Christmas had become for me
and now I cry for that ****** apartment
four blocks from the G train
in the middle of Brooklyn, New York
and the fridge that never had
what we were looking for.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
THAW SAW ECNO MORF EHT TNORF
WON SDARWKCAB NI MY DNIM.
TAHW I SAW ECNO WON SRETTEL
DESUFNOC EFOREB YM SEYE.
LLIW TAHT ESREVER EB
A EHCADAEH OT DAER
I KNIHT I YAM DEEN A RORRIM
NI MY SEYE OT NRUT TI THGIR DNUORA.
OT NRUT THAW ENCO SDRAWKCAB IN ESREVER,
I OPEN MY EYES TO SEE WHAT IS SEEN, NO
LONGER CONFUSION, AS WHAT WAS ONCE IN
ESREVER NOW CLEARLY SEEN.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
He watched you cry
He watched you bleed
He saved your life
Which isn’t yours to keep
So why do you question
His intentions?
He created you
With all your imperfections
He tests you today
So you can see tomorrow
In the hereafter
Without the sorrow
Of the Dunya we chase
While putting the Deen aside
We exploit His Grace
And refuse to abide by
The simple rules He’s lodged
For our own benefit
We disregard the elephant
In the room in which we sleep
The Muslims of today are no less than sheep
Following the norms of western society
Forgetting our own and neglecting the Deity
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
(Want) You (DeeN)
(to) My heart (ot)
(taste) Are my youth (tea)
(your|rouy)
Your my heat
(skin|naip)
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EYES
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a e
(your) (eery) (sea)
need to eat your pain want to taste your skin
am jumping in
(your) (a)
(Love)
(is) (beach)
Ocean Air Subdue..........
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 10:51 PM UTC
Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start
So change my heart please and wash the filth away
Don't leave me drowning here alone and astray.
I spent my life running away from you
And now I have no where to turn except to you
I turn to you and begging you to be saved
And change me into an obedient slave
I have been doing all my life what I craved
Shaytan and nafs have always held me enslaved
I am ashamed that I have broken your rules
Worshiped my nafs and feel an ignorant fool
But now I know the path leading me to deen
I bow to you and asking you to help me
But now I know the path leading me to deen
I bow to you and asking you to help me
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be grateful to you - change this dead heart
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be grateful to you - change this dead heart
My heart is dark and so my eyes remain dry
Hypocrisy and hubris won't let me cry
I'm at your door and begging you let me in
Don't push me back to my hopeless life of sin
I'm at your door and begging you let me in
Don't push me back to my hopeless life of sin
So change my heart and forgive my sins this day
Don't leave me drowning here alone and astray
Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive again, give me a fresh start.
#junaid jamshaid
#dua
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Class is in
Know what I mean
For **** stars
And he’s the Deen
Even he
Can be obscene
When he doesn’t
Keep it clean
He’s been known
To have his way
With **** actresses
They say
Even those
Who say nay
Are ignored
Like it’s okay
People gather
Far and near
There’s a lesson
For you to hear
And I’m being
Quite sincere
Because I want to
Make it clear
If they put up
A fight
That should have given
Him insight
Enough to know
It wasn’t right
To take advantage
Of their plight
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
Imam MUSA, M for man, USA, for America, the great dister
he, a Muslim American leader in a country, Zionist, her sister
known to be a disgusting, agonizing, maximus blister
No coincidence, your death and mourning your loss is happening at Thanksgiving
Sucker punched by America’s lies and propaganda was not your way of living
Nor when you were exposing the barbaric, perpetual crimes of your native land were you kidding
A consistent, reliable voice of the Mustadhafeen
You were among them, Islamically preaching, Islamically teaching and influencing many to the deen
You're one of the Mumineen
Isn't that, right? He speaking confidently, speaking truth, he’d ask us during a speech or presentation
A bright smile and a joke here and there to lighten the misery of his peoples' condition, certainly no vacation
far from what humans are rightfully due, far from elation
He focused on what it is that I can do
and encouraged us to join him, walk the talk, for those many with only one shoe
Please lend a hand - Please come together and help out the needy, the oppressed, the suffering, too
Beautifully created, more beautiful on the inside
he brought clarity and unique features to our understanding of America's fake pride
and Zionist Israel's, Saudi Arabia's, and other corrupt nations' injustices, so grossly wide
Not pro American, but pro Islam, pro truth, pro equality, pro peace, pro brotherhood, pro Palestine, pro The Islamic Republic of Iran
Salam, dearest Imam, we should've done more and at least regularly said to you, Shukran
By not letting your legacy die, through actions, more than words, Insha Allah, we'll meet you and make it up in the heaven's dawn
By: Najwa Kareem
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 5:05 PM UTC
One of the best at it
moving efficiently
he cleans up his mess
using all the tools in his kit
Go on my brother
I knew you'd do it
Even when others don't understand
he cleans up his mess
working hard
doing what is needed
until all damaged parts
are buried in the sand
I say looking up
Bismillah hir rahman nir raheem
Please bring him again to the deen
He backs out strong
Brother's muscles moving
brother's gone
Do you need help?
randomly appearing another asked
Allah's voice speaking unmasked
I say looking up
my hands open to the sky
Bismillah hir rahman nir raheem
Please bring him again to the deen
He backs out strong
no need to look behind
the bright sight ahead
moving him right along
By: Najwa Kareem
Written on 12/22/21
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
I fear the day where 'assalamou 'alaykoum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakatuh' loses its meaning.
I fear the day where we say 'we're family fi deen'
when it's no longer something we actually mean.
I fear the day where pride,
blocks rays of sunlight.
I fear the day where brothers and sisters lose their way,
living life without thinking 'this could be my last day'.
I fear the day where I will not take heed,
from what I've constantly let you read.
I fear for the Ummah,
forgetting about tawheed.
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
Oh, they bunched up against you to hinder your goals.
You're standing tall.
You're standing bold.
Even if you seem all alone.
You exposed one group as the racist they are.
Which means, we hadn't came that far.
But you brought change.
Folks, seems to forget you represent many.
And simply not a few.
It's hard to venture when the religious sector think they can dictate to you.
Cause you see representation for all.
Go forth.
Go upon that journey that many presidents has gone.
Lyndon Baines Johnson faced a hostile crowd.
When he passed the Civil Rights bill and lost the southern region.
Who still steaming over not having segregation?
Who exposed their truth to a denying nation?
You brought change just getting elected.
Many was shocked, amazed by your election.
But that's life.
We know know when things will always happen.
As, with any politicians.
Don't worry about those polls.
Many are asked of one group that's mainly old.
Who remind you of the ways of Paula Deen?
You didn't start this mess.
Strange many expected you to solve it quick.
Which is like saying marriages doesn't have problems.
If you have the power to over ride those.
Then do it.
It's not that you're a king.
Or pretending to be.
The founding fathers comprehended problems from many.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Story of a brother always love bitten
Perpetually smitten
Friend zone trippin
Keeps his head up and never caught slippin
Connection so strong he had to pull away
Timing too wrong. Today is not the day.
Table for two with one place setting
Smiling with envy
At couples love letting
World's cold
80 degrees hot
Buying kids icees from the truck down the block
Just to see joy by some kind of means
Instead of reading sisters declarations from blaring memes
Social media killed the dating scene
People hurt themselves
************ on some theme
Makes a man scream
Silent on his deen
Silent screaming makes the shakes
Artificial stimulation intervenes
Hit the brakes
Here come the snakes
Swivel hips and painted face
Band aid love
Won't even distract
No alchemy kit could bring
that chemistry back
© Haakim Understanding 2017
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
one night i stopped being alive
but the next morning i was revived;
i found myself in the city of shalim,
bleeding, disbelieving, without sight,
lost and confused, tired and abused,
searching for hope, asking for peace,
in a city the world was fighting for,
in a city i’ve never been to before.
my eyes were dead, but i was alive once again,
and the darkness slowly drove me insane.
and then i heard a voice,
from the skies, calling my name,
“do you want to be a god?
just believe it is not a game.”
i believed, and then i could see,
after a blinding light shone at me;
the light shone at the truth
(a saint, i will never be)
and casted shadows at the lies
(they are lies, always have been)
i’ve been raised up to believe,
without questioning, out of fear
of god’s wrath in hell,
and his men’s anger in here.
i’ve never felt as afraid as i felt back then,
when i stood there, watching his men.
and then i heard a voice,
from beneath my feet, whispering,
“is a god what you truly want to be?
just be ready for the responsibility.”
one night i chose to stop being alive,
the next morning i was thrown back into life;
i worried and thought carefully
for a moment that lasted an eternity;
i’d never let a man **** in my name,
or treat a human life like a game.
i’d never summon a lethal flood,
or a drought without a drop of rain.
so i said yes and took a leap of faith,
and a god i learned how to be.
but if a child wore a mask, they’d still be
a child in a mask pretending to be somebody.
so in jerusalem, in the city of peace,
a city where i’ve never been,
i learnt to love and create;
i created my own deen.
(but, please, don’t you think that for a moment
being revived was something i ceased to regret.)
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC