My Ummah needs me

While we lay,

On our comfy beds,

Our brothers and sisters,

Cry for help.

As we’re engrossed,

In our deep sleep,

The other part of Ummah,

Deeply it bleeds.

Nationalism,

We take it too seriously.

Forgotten have we our Ummah,

Wholeheartedly.

Other Muslims are,

Your own flesh and blood.

We all have been made,

From the same clay and mud.

Inferiority, superiority,

They shouldn’t exist.

No class difference,

Should be witnessed.

Your brothers from Thar,

They need you.

Let’s help them,

To make it through.

The drought is a test,

Not just on them.

But on us too,

That how much we help.

At buffets, you see,

Foods’ piles and rows.

We have so much of food,

It we even throw.

Allah ta’ala will ask us,

On the Judgement Day,

How much we spent,

Gave away for His sake.

Atrocities by Israelis,

Are well known.

If you are a Palestinian,

No mercy is shown.

While our bros in Gaza,

Bullets they face,

We compete,

In a time-wasting race.

We’ve got lawns to buy,

And movies to watch.

Busy folks we are,

Trying to look top-notch.

A land exists,

Within our boundaries,

Where Muslims are tortured,

With great agony.

Great beauty it beholds,

Whose soil is nurtured,

By the blood of those,

Who are cruelly butchered.

I’m not exaggerating,

History will tell you,

Of the tough times,

Our Kashmiris went through.

They need our help,

All our support.

Let’s do all we can,

To play this crucial role.

Do you know about Syria,

Once the great ash-Shaam,

It was the centre of knowledge,

For the holders of Iman.

What has become of it now,

I don’t want to narrate.

What a leader can do,

For merely power’s sake.

Isn’t it the sign of qiyamah,

That time will behold,

Muslims will kill Muslims,

With no reasons known.

It is not just Syria’s state,

But of Pakistan too,

The Muslim blood is spilled,

Like it’s of no value.

The tale of Egypt:

Democracy couldn’t stay,

Thanks to the

Pharaohs of today.

The Muslim nation

Is in very much need,

That in having Iman,

Each one of us succeeds

Let’s vow to be productive,

As much as we can,

For in a nation’s prosperity,

Important is every man.

Co-education?

Today I’m going to be blunt

No sugar-coated words

No matter how much

They seem to be absurd

Sometimes a bad deed prevails

Prevails to such an extent

What was once considered evil

Turns to be the most popular trend

Let’s speak against

The greatest fitnah aboard

We call it co-education

A double-edged sword

Yes, men and women stand equal

But they are not the same

And if you argue against it

I find your logic lame

Different natures we have

We’re tamed on separate grounds

Girls, they’re delicate creatures

Boys, by discipline they’re bound

Men and women are different

With diff sets of responsibilities

You can simply not merge

Two opposite mentalities

I do not speak against

The noble concept of education

We’re aware of the fact that ilm

Is Momin’s best-kept possession

Girls, they require tender teachers

Who are soft and gentle like them

One should teach according to

Everyone’s cerebrums and brainstems

Boys are wild creatures

Let ‘em mess with swords n sports

Feed them alongside with knowledge

To maintain the future’s hope

The lads and the lasses

Different hormones they release

When they hit puberty

And grow into teens

This is an important phase

To nurture and shape their minds

For these minds will control

The Ummah’s future times

Mehrams are the only relations

Which are lawful to us

But co-ed works against this

And modesty, it thrusts

At the most golden period of history

Let’s take a look back

When Muslims were truly Muslims

Walking on the right track

Prophet SAW taught Muslims

Men and women alike

He SAW allotted separate days for both

For lighting their brains bright

Our ancestors we take pride on

The Umayyads, the Abassids

The Mughals, the great al-Andalas

They were all on modesty’s side

If we really are well-wishers

To our society’s moral traits

We must nip off co-ed’s evilness

And better this Ummah’s fate

It's war-time!! (exams coming up)

The sharpness of our blades will avenge

The neurons won’t lightly take this revenge

We will fight until our last breath

With a smiling face we will face death

We tried our best and that’s all that counts

Stronger we get, as more battles we surmount

At times accepting defeat is brave

Even if victory is what we crave

Accepted we have, and we move on

To fight to see the glorious dawn

We will not give up, we will fight it up

We will not give in, we will light it up

Look up at the sky as it fills itself with glow

The victory is near, we both know it so

haters gona hate

I feel privileged to be, in my haters’ thoughts

To reside in their mind, without any hard work sought

I smile sweetly, as their dreams I tear

And turn them into, their worst nightmares 

When I think about it, I feel special

That I dwell inside them, as deep as their vessels

They hate me enough, to publicly embarrass me

Shackled with my thoughts, they call themselves free

I do not mind at all, please carry on

With your disgusting tactics, blacken the dawn

I have important things to do, so I won’t object

I haven’t got the time, to get your life wrecked

Sorry honey, but you are to me

Even less important, than a small tiny flea!!

:)

For my best friend who I miss very much

Alone I feel

In this crowded place

Millions of acquaintances

But no true friend to embrace

Within the army of people

I search for one face

Then I realize it is

A wild dream that I chase

So I carry on with life

With my thoughts displaced

The memory of a friend

I try my best to erase

It doesn’t work

And now I’m in that phase

Where I live in my own world

Aloof from human race

For a friend...

My friend, I write this, to assure you:

I’ll be there for you, amidst life’s all hues.

When life will be hard, when feelings be torn,

Turn me into a pillow, and weep away a storm.

When life seems pleasant, full of sunshine, rainbows,

I’ll be happy along with you, that I vow.

If hatred you see, betrayed you feel,

If their true colours, people start to reveal,

Remember this: you can always count on me,

Our friendship is deep, as deep as the sea.

I pray your life be pretty, like the freshly bloomed flowers,

Happy like the sun, and like the morning hours.

With innocence, with glee, may you be surrounded.

May your life be a story, of successes unbounded.

For a friend

For the awesomest senior ever, for the truest friend ever

To assure you this, a poem I write:

You're to me, like a sparkling star in the night;

Like a lamp that guides my way;

The one who prevents my faith to go gray.

In the storms of the dark, you take the lead,

No matter how much, the road is steep.

Deeply you bleed, might even die of pain,

Not a single drop of salt, not a single complaint.

You motivate me, to go for the stars.

That you always said: no dream is bizarre.

“Think outside this world,” you have always said,

“Have a broad vision, with success you’ll be clad.”

Amidst the billions who in this earth, dwell,

Most of them are busy, turning it into hell.

But you, my friend, are different from the rest.

Within your heart lies, full of jewels, a chest.

I don’t want it to end, our friendship to fade.

After you leave this college, I’ll still want your shade.

Who will then guide my path, lighten up my heart?

I do not want you, my friend, to ever part.

Sins...

They surround me up as they taunt me

They suffocate me down as they haunt me

They eat me alive, burn me down

In a sea of shame, they make me drown

Everywhere I see them, everywhere that I go

Of my own self, they make me a foe

I hate them, I loathe them, resent them too

Still they take control over me, now what to do?

I have tried running, but that doesn’t help

I have tried hiding, yet I still engross myself

God, dear God, please give me the strength

Increase between me, my sins, the space, the length

Forgive me for what, I did not mean to seek

Forgive me for I am, a soul very weak

Soften up my heart, salt up my eyes

Make me weep tears, that tear up the skies

O God, dear God, please forgive me

From the shackles of sins, make myself free