Assalam alaykum brothers and sisters,

Having read some good poetry recently, i decided to recreate this topic, even though i should have done so earlier....

I believe most people do have something to write, but are not willing to write or share, perhaps, they are shy (like me sometimes), perhaps they are just plain lazy (like me again!)

So lets learn about the deen, inspire and motivate spirituality, and most importantly, lets do da'wah in the most amazing way....

Poetic Da’wah and other Da’wahtic writings

In the name of Allah the creator, May His Peace and Blessings be upon the noble prophet Muhammad (SAW), his household, and his companions and upon us all ameen.

Allah says in the glorious Qur’an: “who is better in speech than one who calls to Allah, does righteous deeds and says indeed I am among the Muslims” (Quran 41 vs. 33)

“you are the best nation raised up for mankind, you enjoin what is good and forbid what is bad and you believe in Allah” (Quran 3 vs. 110)
“Let there arise out of you a band of people inviting to all that is good enjoining what is right and forbidding what is wrong; they are the ones to attain felicity.” (Qur’an 3 vs. 104)

Narrated Abu Hurayrah ra

“Allah's Apostle (peace be upon him) said: He who called (people to righteousness, there would be reward (assured) for him like the rewards of those who adhered to it, without their rewards being diminished in any respect. And he who called (people) to error, he shall have to carry (the burden) of its sin, like those who committed it, without their sins being diminished in any respect.” (Sahih Muslim)

This thread, as the title implies, is basically about da’wah. Initially, I wanted it to be only about poetry, but I observed that most people do not find poetry fascinating.

Therefore, the idea is to share poetry, as well as any form of writing, written by you or anyone else, which connotes da’wah, something that will rekindle our faith as well as invite people to this beautiful way of life.

NB.
Da’wah is an Arabic word which simply means call or invitation, in Islam; it means to invite people to Islam or inviting to good and righteous deeds. It is one of the responsibilities of a Muslim. The prophet (SAW) was reported to have said; “convey from me, even it be only a single verse” (Sahih al Bukhari)

I shall begin with poetry, which I had earlier posted on this section ma sha Allah and will subsequently add more in sha Allah.

I look forward to everyone’s contributions

I Am A Muslim

I can be a monster, the devil himself,
There is so much evil I can possibly do,
But, I’ll rather be an angel,
Nay, a human, a man who is envied and respected by the angels.

The world is my stage; my power knows no limit;
Everything on earth, to me, subservient;
Still, I am just, balanced, never to the extremes,
For I rule by the sharia; the law divine.

I am me in front of a tyrant,
When faced with adversity or great misfortune,
I show no fear nor grieve
For I have faith and I pray.

I am patient and calm,
Sometimes, docile as a dove;
For I have been told;
Success is for those who patiently preserve.

I am a lion,
Bold and fierce,
My enemies quiver at my presence,
Yet, I show compassion...

Even though I am being misrepresented by unscrupulous few,
I remain true;
Dedicated to the truth.

I am a part of a new world order,
One which guarantees a lasting peace to planet earth.

Who am I? You ask...
I am a Muslim,
One who submits to the creator
With hope and fear of meeting with Him at the end of the day.

Don’t pen these words down the heart warns

Don’t pen these words down the heart warns
A bitter truth, The wise say
I tell without thought
Even though the vultures may gather
I tell, I seek freedom

The truth revolves around the heart and soul
Like the moon around the earth and sun
And the full moon is nigh
If you had listened, you would have seen

Steady ears, settled heart, a true sight
If only you had wanted to see
If only I wanted you to see

I longed for the truth to be told
Sometimes timidly, I am bold
I tarried, I worried then I belied

The heart warns again
Do not pen these words down
Frightened with fright, I am
Still haunted, I am

But nay, today I shall pen these words down
Cos the night is clear, the clouds had fled
The full moon rises
And the light, shining bright

This day is my hijrah
The truth has come
I tell it loud and clear
And I tell without fear

And the truth.....
Al-Islam!!!
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Note:
Hijra: Departure, exit or emigration. In Islam, it means the emigration of the Prophet Muhammed (SAW) from Mecca to Medina in 622 A.D. it also signifies the beginning of our calendar or era. Technically, it can also mean emigrating from a difficult/uncomfortable/sinful place or state of mind to that which is better, favorable and good.

How did they do it?

Were they ever tempted?
Did they ever fall short?
Did they ever wonder and doubt?
Why is my faith so weak?

Did their women all wear Niqab?
Did they all achieve their goals?
Was the world any better?
Or were they just simply better?

Were they ever frightened by the might of the enemy?
Or were they ever scared of speaking the truth?
Were they this victimized?
Were they superhuman?

Were they very much and felt outnumbered?
Did they dispute amongst themselves often as we do?
Were they united?
Did they all have a common goal?

What did they do for leisure?
Was it sports, music, poetry or folklore?
Did they have more than a day and night?
How come they did achieve so much?
How come 24hrs seems so short?

I’m going crazy here,
How did the Sahabas do it?
Where did we go wrong?
Questions begging for sincere answers

Do you know the answers?

Note:
Niqab: Veil
Sahabas: Companions of the Prophet (SAW)

The atheist

There isn't a shred of evidence of a God
I can't see this world's lord
It's purely against intellectualism
I believe in facts, scientific physicalism

Evolution of man is absolute brilliance
A single cell to such complex exuberance
Isn’t that creatively outlandish?
But I still believe, don’t be astonished

We were brought about by chance
Like the computer and electrical appliance?
Nay, how can there be a creator
Who created the man inventor?

I'm a logical being
I need facts, figures and seeing
Like the black holes and dark matter?
Or the evolutionary mutations of gigantic flatter?

Lo and Behold science and man
His black holes and dark matter plans
Still, the origin not shown
Still, the after earth unknown

I strongly believe in scientific theories
I might not know the end of their stories
But they say, they may soon find the truth about the universe
Perhaps after a million more years had traverse

So I asked; Did Mecca happen by chance?
And the Prophet go into a trance?
Isn’t the message clear and fair?
Believe in the creator and do not despair

And if you ponder over these words
Perhaps you may learn the truth about this world
Your purpose is to serve the creator
Just Like the invention of an inventor

Don't let pride get in your way
Don't let your intellect hold you prey
It is very simple that you choose
What have you got to lose?

Believe in the God who created
Created you and made you educated
Educated you so you would know this instance
Instantly know that this world was never created by chance

Seeking for the diamond

This gatherings, numerous and scattered, they abound

It had been foretold, a seventy three but one

The one, the saved one

So an analogy was illustrated

Seventy three diamonds, all sparkling bright with intense lustre

All glass except the one

Which is the one?

I am the one, says one,

Nay, I am the one, says the other one

And the claims, upon the lips of everyone

Confused and perplexed the layman says

Layman me only seek the worship of me lord

Neither me is trained to seek diamonds

Nor me with tools to distinguish a glass from diamond

Then how does one distinguish a lie from the truth?

How does one differentiate a glass from the diamond?

Verily, the answers lie with the words of the chosen one

The truthful one, the praiseworthy one

Seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave, he had said,

And during the farewell pilgrimage, he warned

Hold on to Allah’s word and my sunnah, and you will never go astray,

You will never pick a glass in place of the diamond

And know, the one, is the diamond,

So seek ye my beloved,

Seek only for the diamond!

Where did his faith go?

He remembers so vividly,
When he was so young and bright,
the zeal and enthusiasm were real. He felt the faith in him grow as the days go.

He read the mushaf daily, memorized the verses,
listened to the Word from voices that rendered it so heavenly.

Words that drove him to tears...

He felt the love in him,
he felt he was special,
he felt ontop of the world, nothing else matters,

He hated the dunya,
it was worthless like a fly's wing,
his eyes were on the bigger prize.
He longed for paradise...

He stood in the early hours saying nawafils,
seeking forgiveness until his eyes, swollen with tears.

He fasted often,
He practiced the sunnah,
He was tagged a fundamentalist...

Now if he looks in the mirror,
a stranger he sees,
Even though,him he saw,
still, something big was missing...

Where in the world did his faith go?

Cought in the web of life,
he had lost his step in this path,
he became less mindful of his actions,
he became dunyafied.

He thought it cool,
to get a little of the dunya,
failing to realize, this world is just a phase,
he would leave without being told.

He seeks his faith,
he missed is old self,
he would give anything to have it back,
only if it wasn't too late to seek...

Oh dear muslims,
The shaitan never stops in his quest to derail you,guard your faith passionately,
remember;'shaitan has lost hope in derailing you with major sins, so be mindful of him in minor sins'.

Seek Allah's assistance at every opportunity, He is always near and ready to accept you.

Pray your 5 daily salawats in the masjid,
be part of your community, work for Allah,
Allah will never mislead you.

Practice the sunnah,
do as much as you can,
never loose your identity,
know, 'a strong muslim is more beloved to Allah than a weak muslim'.

Your faith is your wealth,
your faith is your weapon,
your faith is your life,
never lose it,
never trade it for anything,
never for the dunya!

May Allah assist us as we struggle on the path of faith to attain eternal felicity amin.

Who knows.....? By harmeenart

Maybe she was too shy to initiate the teslim,
but you never gave her a second glance
Oh, she doesn't look Muslim
who knows,
you could have been her gateway to pristine Islam.

Maybe He listens to music and still gives a handshake,
So you feel you are better ‘cos you don't
He might not even know it’s all wrong
Who knows,
You could be the source of his guidance

Perhaps If the Prophet had neglected that Jewish boy
Maybe he wouldn’t have died a Muslim
And had he left the people of Ta’if
Enveloped in between the mountains and buried underneath,
Who would have thought their offspring could ever be pious?

And who knows,

If that one push would open the door of goodness for another
And make him a better human
But you are too arrogant, even in correcting others
You feel better in status, arrogating piety to your person
Nay, “Do not ascribe purity to yourselves,
Only Allah knows those who have taqwa.”

Tbaba1234 and lanrexlan can you please add your poems, i never saved them before the Nairaland hack. Jazakumullahu khayran

Words...

Written words,
Spoken words,
Words that flow.

Words that are false
Words that belie
Words that cut
Words that pierce the soul deep
Words that corrupt...

Words that lifts the spirit
Words that motivate and create
Words that are gentle, cradling and kind
Words that cleanse the soul free
Words that are true

Written words,
Spoken words,
Words that sow.

Choose thy words wisely...

Amazing poetry, amazing message.. Big ups Sino!

This was the poem I posted before the crash.It's tilted:Sister,you are my Inspiration by Mariama Elhadad


From jeans to a jilbab, I see an immense
transformation.
From designer tops to hijab – sister, you are my inspiration.
Now alhamdulilah you kneel to the ground, aiming to purify your intentions,
Bowing your head down to your Creator day by day in prostration.
A firm believer inshaAllah, setting an Islamic
household foundation,
You’re not afraid to stand alone like Prophet
Ibrahim, who himself was his own nation.
You hold steadfast and seek patience with your Lord despite the waiting and frustration, by the will of Allah has He made your heart
attached to the prayer in congregation.
You yearn for His forgiveness and mercy whereby your tears request a du’aa in supplication.
Your thirst for knowledge leads you to study the Seerah of the best of creation.
Learning the Sunnah and the Laws of Allah you
attempt to avoid this worldly life’s temptations. Knowing that life is a train and Akhirah is the next station,
I make du’aa that Jannah is our final destination.
Soil of saffron, rivers of honey – a place without limitations,
Only by the will of Allah has He guided you, so
inshaAllah I pray you receive His ultimate salvation.

sino:
Tbaba1234 and lanrexlan can you please add your poems, i never saved them before the Nairaland hack. Jazakumullahu khayran

Good to have you back brother Sino. Wa antum Fajazakumullah Khairan

Slitz:
Amazing poetry, amazing message.. Big ups Sino!

Alhamdulilah! I read your poem on abdoolhapheez's thread, very nice, please share on here and would be expecting more from you in sha Allah.

lanrexlan:
Good to have you back brother Sino. Wa antum Fajazakumullah Khairan

Hamdan lillahi abadan!

The Last Grain Has Left The Hour Glass

Confused in the dark hollows of the caves

Unable to hear the great book's holy says

Deaf to the calls of salvation

Blind to the waves of illumination

Dumb, a dead man in motion

Lost in a maze of wealth, children and cars

Never thought to heal the poor man's scars

A mind troubled

A fate doomed

And as each grain of sand falls

My hour of reckoning calls

It takes but a glimmer of light

Yet, i persist and continue in my plight

The angel of death came today

In ignorance i pass away

'Evil! What Evil!!' I exclaimed

With that i was dust

In a fire that burns so fiercely

I have indeed been cursed

'Give me another chance' I pleaded

And i wouldn't leave the words unheeded

My prayers would i say on time

The poor would i give every dime

My thoughts were laid plain

On whom shall i now lay the blame

My fate is decided, alas

The last grain has left the hourglass

Nice thread

Life is A Test....By lanrexlan

Sometimes, I think life is unfair!
Why would some be wretched while some with wealth?
Why would some walk upright while some crept?
Why are some blind and some with sight?
Why are some deaf and some hear?
Why would some drive cars while some trek?
Why aren't we all in same level, class or set?
Is the creator unjust?

I mumbled all these and I pondered still
Then came an Ayah from the Book
A book of well purified text...
“Everything on earth was created as a test”

When Allah gives you wealth,
never think its all by your efforts and stress
when Allah gives you health,
never think its your diet and fitness
And when Allah gives you knowledge and success,
Never think it's by your studious self, reading voluminous text

Remember, everything is just but a test
A test which shall guarantee your eternal rest
So quit whining and give thanks
For verily, your health, wealth and all you've got will be an evident witness
On a day when there can be no evasiveness

Therefore, return to Allah and repent
For truly, this life is nothing but a test!

The Deen Over The Dunya

The dunya over the deen he was
The partier, the zina merchant he was
His sins piled up as his faith dried up
He was with a short spoon with the devil, he was always riled up

Stone-cold heart like ice!

The deen never in the home
The home, never a save haven
The dunya was his home
His deen was his desires, locked in vile tavern

Suddenly death came knocking
Grabbing him by the jugular, he groaned
Spare my life he whispered
Give me a second chance he pleaded

Then, the deen he sought with utmost valour
He seek to redress his wordly misdemeanour
He wants to right his wrong
He needs to be strong

But his past hunted him day and night
Like monsters, they gave him fright
There seems to be no help in sight
He was doomed, unless he puts on a fight

The world is wicked, the evil must die
Sins are evil, the people are vile
Kill the vile and stop the bile
Kill the sin and the evil will die

Then came the answer, the true path
the path to fight sin and kill the evil
With beautiful deeds, kind words and enormous good
Till the deen over the dunya he is

Pure white heart like snow!
Glows with sparkles and light
The sparkles and light of Islam!

Beautiful by Boonaa Mohammed


Maybe you're smarter than me,

Or maybe you just know how much your worth?

Or maybe you don't need anyone to tell you you're beautiful

Cause you already knew that the day you came out the womb

Maybe you know too much, or maybe you just expect the worst

Or maybe you aint trying to be nobody's baby unless he speaks with your dad first

Maybe you're saving yourself for heaven cause you can't stand this earth

Maybe you're saving yourself from hell, Iblis and the ones who are cursed

Maybe you see past deception, maybe this world is a lie

Maybe we're like in the matrix, but you're unplugged and you can fly

Maybe you just wanna go back home so you stare at the sky

Maybe you know the difference between living and just being alive

Maybe you are a slice of this life's ultimate prize

Cause maybe your mind has been divinely designed

But maybe it's just me or maybe its maybeline

Or maybe I should do a better job at lowering my gaze but honestly you're amazing

And I treat you like a queen cause you give me no choice

My sister in deen it is time to rejoice,

For you who believe and work righteous deeds,

There is a garden of bliss, for all of eternity

If only you would believe what your eyes could not see

Which begs the question what is beauty?

Maybe it's the way her bodies shaped or the way she's dressed?

But if everyone was blind, how many people would you impress

The best couldn't care less for tight jeans or a short dress

Or those shirts that expose what God told you to protect

And I don't mean to sound rude, but how could you approve of any dude

Who doesn't mind sharing you with the whole world too?

And he don't think you're beautiful, he think your booty full

Glossed lips with make up on every single cuticle, and it aint cute at all

Cause if those shoes hurt your feet, why don't you just take them off

Some girls think that pain equals sexy, and if you got it show it off

But nobody even looks happy with those plastic smiles on

And those magazines are wrong, forget men and their songs

Love yourself first before you take anyone else on,

And to love yourself is to love the one whom which all love belongs

There is beauty in creation, but creator really got it going on

There is something seriously wrong, with pre-teens in thongs

And middle aged moms who cant see life move on

So they tell wrinkles to be gone, buy hair to make it long

You cant keep it real, cause you dont even know who you are

You women are oppressed, forced to flaunt your thighs and chest

And before puberty, you already on a diet

Promoting Unclothedness, like it's some kind of natural science

But you're a diamond, I shouldn't even see past the glass cage unless I'm buying

But if you have no shame then do as you please

Cause what is beauty, but an extension of modesty?

So maybe she's right, maybe she does deserve respect

Maybe she walks around feeling like a superhero with that scarf dangling from her neck

Maybe nobody is forcing her to wear it,

Maybe she would never leave home without it,

And maybe she don't care what people think, cause most opinions aint even valid

Maybe she feels free; maybe she has peace of mind

And maybe she'll give you a piece of her mind if you step out of line,

Maybe she isn't perfect, but maybe she's trying

Maybe she is just taking things one day at a time

Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries

And maybe you would be surprised at everything she keeps inside

Maybe she hears every single word said by those cowards

Maybe she has no problem defying all those who doubt her

Maybe she is a warrior and the silence is getting louder

Maybe she wears that shield cause every single day is a battle

Maybe she is more than the skin she is in,

Maybe we should start learning how to love what's within

Maybe God only knows all the places she has been

But maybe she comes back to him, again and again

Maybe she's not afraid to die, just afraid not to live

Maybe I am not worthy of everything she can give

Maybe she is kind, sweet, pure, gentle and suitable

And maybe, just maybe she is beautiful

sino:
The Deen Over The Dunya

The dunya over the deen he was
The partier, the zina merchant he was
His sins piled up as his faith dried up
He was with a short spoon with the devil, he was always riled up

Stone-cold heart like ice!

The deen never in the home
The home, never a save haven
The dunya was his home
His deen was his desires, locked in vile tavern

Suddenly death came knocking
Grabbing him by the jugular, he groaned
Spare my life he whispered
Give me a second chance he pleaded

Then, the deen he sought with utmost valour
He seek to redress his wordly misdemeanour
He wants to right his wrong
He needs to be strong

But his past hunted him day and night
Like monsters, they gave him fright
There seems to be no help in sight
He was doomed, unless he puts on a fight

The world is wicked, the evil must die
Sins are evil, the people are vile
Kill the vile and stop the bile
Kill the sin and the evil will die

Then came the answer, the true path
the path to fight sin and kill the evil
With beautiful deeds, kind words and enormous good
Till the deen over the dunya he is

Pure white heart like snow!
Glows with sparkles and light
The sparkles and light of Islam!

Jazakallah khairan..nice poem..'kill the sin and the evil will die'..favorited

abdoolhapheez:
Jazakallah khairan..nice poem..'kill the sin and the evil will die'..favorited

Wa iyyakum bro, Thanks!

BEAUTY OF A MUSLIMAH
Beauty is not all about what the eyes can see
It's a reflection of the purity of what's within
I can still see her beauty,even if she's covered all over
A queen in this deen,not just anyone's allowed to hold her

She lowers her gaze,and always covers her awrah
The hijab is her swagg,she always got it on
Turns to Allah and makes tawbah each time she goes wrong
She is like a pearl,covered in it's shell
And on the judgement day she will be shielded from hell

You can say she's oppressed and she's being denied liberty
But she's the definition of precious,filled with piety
And she submits to the only one true diety

Iman in her heart,she's steadfast aiming for jannah
The whispers when she walks by don't make her look over her shoulder
She remains firm of faith even if they mock and tease her

Many may not like her,but she couldn't care less if you dislike her
Because the one she seeks to please is Allah
She wouldn't dare please you and break his law

She's forgiving and kind,doesn't hold grudges with anyone she moves on and leaves the past behind
She seeks refuge with Allah whenever evil thoughts flood her mind
She doesn't need to listen to these evil songs to relax and unwind

A man without Iman ain't fit to be her man
No boyfriends,no malefriends,except if you're coming to seek her hand
She avoids haram gatherings,no concerts,no goin clubbin
Spends her nights prostrating,to Allah she's supplicating

She understands the purpose of life
She remains pure and chaste saving herself for the pious man who will make her his wife
The devil continuously tempts her to go astray
But when she's always seeking Allah's guidance how can she lose her way?

She is on siratal mustaqeem
Far away from shayateen
And she will be under Allah's shade on yaumu-deen

She's following in the footsteps of the mothers of believers
And not trying to imitate these so called divas
Her eyes are set on the ultimate prize,the beautiful gardens of jannah with flowing rivers

Her trust is completely placed on Allah
She doesn't despair of his mercy in times of hardship because she knows 'inna ma'al usri yusra'
She understands that he'll test whoever claims to believe
And that destruction awaits whoever follows and let's the devil take the lead

She's trusthfull in speech
Considerate to bott poor and rich
Her character is sublime
She has tasted the sweetness of Iman so she knows disbelief is bitter as lime

She is a true muslimah,who has chosen Allah's deen over this dunya,hopeful of eternal reward
She is what I call beautiful,in every single sense of the word

How come am just seeing this thread.

Now following.

abdoolhapheez:
BEAUTY OF A MUSLIMAH


The hijab is her swagg,she always got it on

Iman in her heart,she's steadfast aiming for jannah
The whispers when she walks by don't make her look over her shoulder
She remains firm of faith even if they mock and tease her

She is on siratal mustaqeem
Far away from shayateen
And she will be under Allah's shade on yaumu-deen

She's following in the footsteps of the mothers of believers
And not trying to imitate these so called divas
Her eyes are set on the ultimate prize,the beautiful gardens of jannah with flowing rivers

Wow Nice one Bro! it's a beautiful piece...

The above part are my favorites, and i love the blending of Arabic words with English, it always sounds cool

and i love the rhymes too

Looking forward to more...

Jazakumullahu khayran for sharing brother

Sissie:
How come am just seeing this thread.

Now following.

Welcome Sissie!

Good, I hope you would also contribute your writings too in sha Allah.

sino:


Welcome Sissie!

Good, I hope you would also contribute your writings too in sha Allah.

Thanks, I don't know about writing, who knows I just might come up with something.

sino:


Wow Nice one Bro! it's a beautiful piece...

The above part are my favorites, and i love the blending of Arabic words with English, it always sounds cool

and i love the rhymes too

Looking forward to more...

Jazakumullahu khayran for sharing brother

wa iyyakum brother. Will insha Allah try to share more.thanks for the encouragement.

Sissie:


Thanks, I don't know about writing, who knows I just might come up with something.

You are welcome, okay, I will be hopeful something comes...In sha Allah.

abdoolhapheez:
wa iyyakum brother. Will insha Allah try to share more.thanks for the encouragement.

You are welcome bro.