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Allah Won't Ask You... New!

Allah won't ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many
people you drove who didn't have transportation
Allah won't ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you
compromised your character or morals to obtain that salary.
Allah won't ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how
many people you welcomed into your home
Allah won't ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet,
but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy
Allah won't ask about your social status, but will ask what kind
of class you displayed
Allah won't ask how many material possessions you had, but will
ask if they dictated your life
Allah won't ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if
you worked overtime for your family and loved ones
Allah won't ask how many promotions you received, but will ask
how you promoted others
Allah won't ask what your job title was, but will ask if you
performed your job to the best of your ability
Allah won't ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what
you did to help others
Allah won't ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many
people to whom you were a true friend
Allah won't ask what you did to protect your rights, but will
ask what you did to protect the rights of others
Allah won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how
you treated your neighbors
Allah won't ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about
the content of your character
Allah won't ask how many times your deeds matched your words,
but will ask how many times they didn't.

MECCA: The City of My Dreams
-by Fatimah

MECCA: The city where I’d like to be,
The site of Muslim pilgrimage (Hajj) I’ve been waiting so long to see,
During the hajj it is the true city of diversity,
Where people of all colors come and experience a great sense of unity,
Two million Muslims arrive in Mecca each year,
For me to see this it would be hard not to shed a tear,
So many beautiful faces,
Representing so many different places,
It will leave an everlasting impact on me,
Like it made Malcolm X and many others see,
The many people of every different race,
Standing before the house of God all in one place,
Everyone in the world has been made different and unique it may seem,
And this is just a gift to us from the All-Mighty and Supreme

Paid in Full

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper,
and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on.
After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Babysitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total Owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there,
and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind.
She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on,
and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge
For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge
For all the trying time and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years: No Charge
For all the nights that were filled with dread and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge
For the toys, food, clothes and even wiping your nose: No Charge, son.
When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written,
there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother
and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And then he took the pen and in
great big letters wrote, "PAID IN FULL."

The Cookie Thief

A woman was waiting at the airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,
That the man beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene

She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,
As the gustly "cookie thief" diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I'd blacken his eye!"

With each cookie she took, he took one too.
When only one was left, she wondered what he'd do.
with a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, and he ate the other.
She snatched it from him and thought, "Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and he's also so rude,
Why, he didn't even show any gratitude!"

She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,
Refusing to look at the "thieving ingrate".

She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,
Then sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise.
There were her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!

"If mine are here," she moaned with despair.
"Then the others were his and he tried to share!"
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!!!!

Be Thankful

Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire,
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don't know something
For it gives you the opportunity to learn.
Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations
Because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge
Because it will build your strength and character.
Be thankful for your mistakes
They will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you're tired and weary
Because it means you've made a difference.
It is easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also
thankful for the setbacks.
GRATITUDE can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles and they
can become your blessings.

I am a Muslim

I am a Muslim
And God I praise
For all his blessings
My voice I raise

In one God I believe
No equal has he
Lord of the Universe
Compassionate to me

Muhammad the Prophet
Taught me the way
To be honest and truthful
Throughout every day

The Holy Qur'an
To life is my guide
Its teachings I follow
By it I abide

Islam is my religion
Preaches good deeds
Mercy and Kindness
To the right path it leads

Upon all Humanity
God showers his grace
Regardless of color
Nationality or race

Through working together
Our hopes increase
To live in a world
Full of love and peace

I am a Muslim
And God I praise
For all his blessings
My voice I raise

What will the Date be???

What will the date be?
Praised be He,
who knows the future
Lord of The worlds,
Creator of every creature

Did you sit down and think
About the moment when
your eyes will cease to blink

yes, I am Talking to you
sit down and do
and do not pretend
That it won't Happen to you

What will the date be?
What will be the time?
And Most important...
am I the next on line?

Oh no you think...
not Me....
and even if it was... you say
it won't be today....

It will be At a time
so far away...

like a hundred years
or maybe even more
When Angel Izrael
will be knocking at my door

and the problem Is.
you know that you know....
That when death comes...
it will Come like a blow

I just can't believe
maybe can't conceive
that God knows the very second
when my soul will come out of my body
And the news will shock everybody

So am I ready for the test?
The Most important final test?
But how can I pass
when I knew all the While
that when I didn't prepare
for a test in school

I got a letter in
My mail
a lousy F
for Fail

Exactly what I was expecting

Don't take God for granted
Yes, He is Merciful
His Punishment is also

The Qur'an

A Book that is full of answers,
A Book that makes you cry.
A Book that makes you notice,
How much harder you can try.
A Book that makes you realize,
What true love really is...
A Book that gives you direction,
for all of life’s tough biz.
A Book that gives you hope,
that Someone somewhere’s watching over you.
A Book that helps you out,
Through all the times your blue.
A Book that was revealed to our beloved Prophet(SAWS),
over a period of 23 years
Once you put faith into this Book,
You can handle worldly fears.
A gift sent down from Heaven,
A treasure from above,
Written proof that shows us
How blessed we are with Allah (SWT’s) love!

Something So Right

One day as I sat in bed
I felt something land atop my head
On my ceiling there was a leak
Through this hole I took a peek
I looked around and saw the sky
I looked more and saw the 7 heavens up high
As I stared in admiration
I saw angels in prostration
Praying to one god above
Who created everything , even love
The heaven was beautiful, with gardens and things
Happy angels flew about on their wings
But looking next to the heavens, I made a frown
This is where we all go down
This is where a burning fire lay
For all those who go astray
A chill went down my bones
Life seemed like sticks and stones
Now I knew what I had to do
I realized life was split in two
One part here, and a part up there too
To be happy there you had to work here
And hell did I truly fear
A worked hard day and night
And I made everything right
As I was being laid to rest
I knew that this part of life was the best
I followed the orders and the rules
I thought of seconds as jewels
My time had run out
I didn't scream and pout
Because this is when I knew inside
For me, heavens gates were opened wide.

Islam is Here
-by Jawad Ahmed

Islam is peace, Islam is ease,
Islam's not danger or disease.
Islam is love and prosperity.
Islam's not hatred or adversity.

Islam is salvation through repentence.
Islam has love for all in abundance.
Islam means no harm or affliction.
Islam implores you with affection.

Islam is neither maze nor craze.
Islam is giving Allah all praise.
Islam is acing through the race.
Islam will be on everyone's face.

Islam is worshipping only the Creator.
Islam's not mere numbers on a calculator.
Islam gives you power when you surrender.
Islam's not a terrorist or for a pretender.

Islam is patience and perseverance.
Islam eases your vengeance through tolerance.
Islam is life for all eternity.
Islam gives you respect, moreover dignity.

Islam is winning hearts through honesty
Islam is giving openly in charity
Islam makes you wholesome and trustworthy
Islam is in wealth as well as in poverty.

Islam is your shield against all evil.
Islam is for your soul's retrieval.
Islam not fundamentalism or fanaticism.
Islam's not nationalism or racism.

Wake up, people, Islam is here.
Islam is here, so have no fear.

Allah Knows Best

Allah knows what's best for us
So why should we complain
We always want the sunshine
But He knows there must be rain
We always want the laughter
And the merriment of cheer
But our hearts will lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear.

Allah tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow
He tests us not to punish us
But to help us meet tomorrow
For growing trees are strengthened
If they withstand the storm
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gave the marble grace and form

Allah tests us often
And for every pain He gives to us
Provided we're patient
Is followed by rich gain
So whenever we are down
And whenever we feel that everything is
going wrong
It is just Allah's way
To make our spirit strong.


Imagine yourself after you pass away
Imagine your grave through night and through day
Wishing that you did not do as they say
Wishing that you had got up and had prayed.

Imagine, my friends, the day that you died
Imagine all of the tears that they cried
Remember how it felt when your body was tied
Remember how it felt in the grave which you lied.

Imagine the day you'll be called to account
Imagine the sum to which your life will ammount
Think for a moment of the deeds which you mount
Think for a moment how much they will count.

What will they say of you when you are dead?
What will they say, what will be said?
Will they speak of all the poor who you fed?
Will they remember all the Qur`an that you read?

Think not of them, but of Allah, Lord of mankind and jinn
Think of Allah when tempted to sin
Think of the paradise which you will dwell in
Don't wait till later to think what might have been.


We all must fast in Ramadan,
Which is one of the five Arkan,
It is a blessed month you know,
We fast for Allah, not for show,

It's designed to make us think,
As we refrain from food and drink,
We feel the hunger and the pain,
And much there is for us to gain,
From dawn till dusk we fast,
Hoping that our Sawm can last,
While we try to do much good,
Building Taqwa like we should.

Special prayers we say at night,
And turn to Allah in our plight,
To forgive and guide us as we try,
While ourselves we purify.

And remember it was in Ramadan,
When Allah revealed the Holy Qur'an,
And so began the Prophet's call,
A guide and mercy to us all.

And the night of Qadr is unique,
Its blessings all believers seek,
Then will follow the day of 'Eid,
A truly festive day indeed.

Fasting teaches discipline too,
And self-control for me and you,
As year by year we train to be,
Better Muslims, by Allah's decree.


Islam is a way of life, try it.
Islam is a gift, accept it.
Islam is a journey, complete it.
Islam is a struggle, fight for it.
Islam is a goal, achieve it.
Islam is an opportunity, take it.
Islam is not for sinners, overcome it.
Islam is not a game, don't play with it.
Islam is not a mystery, behold it.
Islam is not for cowards, face it.
Islam is not for the dead, live it.
Islam is a promise, fulfill it.
Islam is a duty, perform it.
Islam is a treasure (the Prayer), pray it.
Islam is a beautiful way of life, see it.
Islam has a message for you, hear it.
Islam is love , love it.


by Sabahat Syed

We have Muslim Brothers and Sisters dying there.
Being forced out of their homes to who knows where.
Forced to the mountains where it is freezing cold.
Many can't make it - many too old.
Why can't we feel their suffering and pain?
What have we done to reduce their strain?
This can happen to us one day too.
There is something that we have to do!
Try putting yourself in their place.
Think of all the hardships that you'll have to face.
Imagine your family being taken away from you.
How would you feel, what would you do?
Think of yourself being crammed into trains and taken away.
Having nothing to sleep on but a bundle of hay.
You'll want someone to do something for you.
There is something that we have to do!
Many are lucky to receive at least one meal.
How about the orphans, how would they feel?
What about those who don't know where their families are?
What about those who were turned back after coming so far?
Think of all the people who are sick.
How I would love to give Milosevic a kick!
Give a relief group some of your money.
I'm serious and this is not funny.
Allah will ask you about what you had done.
Did you do something or were you too busy having fun?
The Muslim Umma is like one body so you should feel it too.
There is something that we have to do!
Pleasing Allah should be on top of our list.
So this opportunity shouldn't be missed!

Ya Allah

All praises are for you Allah, how I hope that you are there.
For sinful though I know I am, your displeasure I can not bear.
Never, till this moment, did I realize how much I've strayed.
Never, till now, was I more conscious of all those times when I should have prayed.
For sins are like heavy baggage, that one carries through Life, the airport.
Why didn't I realize sooner, that Earth is but a place of sport?
Ya Allah ! Forgive me. Save me from the fire of Hell.
Forgive me as you did my parents, from Jan'ah though they fell.
Ya Allah ! Protect me. From myself for my soul is weak.
Let me not falter ever, for Jan'ah is the abode I seek.
Ya, Allah! Please help me. For I don't understand and thus, I fear.
What happened to all those moments when I never doubted that you were near ?
My actions once were guided, by my faith which, once, was strong.
Ya Allah! please guide me . What happened, what went wrong ?
Each footstep that I used to take, I took with you ever near my side.
The Quran was my faithful companion, Rasoolallah my beloved guide.
How I yearn for those bygone days Allah, for I know that the day comes near
When we'll each receive our just rewards, and Truth will stand sparkling clear.
Life is like a spider's web Allah. We get caught in its tricky snare
So thoroughly are we disillusioned, time for salat we can not spare.
I sit here and I wonder, Ya Allah! Why did I fall so low ?
What happened to my faith Allah? Where did my Iman go?
In this earthly life of ours, so often does sin seem right.
Falsehood seems to be the truth, as if days are confused with night.
Man is an imperfect creature. And thus, Man shall always wrong.
For the road to Jan'ah is rocky, and the journey seems awfully long.
Ya Allah ! Our creator, we are all just peices of clay.
Please help us with our steps in life, and let us not lose our way.
All praises are for you Allah, I know that you are near.
I know that you have read my heart, and my words I know you hear.

Nothing Else I'd Rather Be
by Melanie/Inaya
*Read her Reversion Story!*

As surely as the words will fall
as gentle as the willows call.
What I say will help no more
It can not open the truthful door.
What I believe you can not help
though you're drowning me in the sea kelp.
Dragging me through emotion storms
And closing me from my faithful dorms.
I am not black, I am not white
Oh no, I am a different type.
I am no worse because my body is covered
But yet still your resentness hoovers.
I can not help you understand
But this is what Allah has planned.
Why can't you still see me here
Has my face grown unclear?
Society has twisted your rules
And wrapped you around their irrational spools.
I am a Muslim you must see
There is nothing else I'd rather be.
I am so completely happy this way
I don't miss the other days.
I don't mind not wearing shorts
It is merely superficial parts.
I don't mind not going on a date
Besides the guys were always late.
I don't care that I don't wear much make-up on my face
It only made pimples break out all over the place.
It is the completness in my heart
That I can't not bear to part.
Let others think as the will
But this Imaan (faith) of mine will be there still.

The Muslim Woman 'Unveiled'
by Izdehar Albowyha

You look at me and call me oppressed,
Simply because of the way I'm dressed,
You know me not for what's inside,
You judge the clothing I wear with pride,
My body's not for your eyes to hold,
You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold,
I'm an individual, I'm no mans slave,
It's Allahs pleasure that I only crave,
I have a voice so I will be heard,
For in my heart I carry His word,
"O ye women, wrap close your cloak,
So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk",
Man doesn't tell me to dress this way,
It's a Law from God that I obey,
Oppressed is something I'm truly NOT,
For liberation is what I've got,
It was given to me many years ago,
With the right to prosper, the right to grow,
I can climb moutains or cross the seas,
Expand my mind in all degrees,
For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY,
When He sent Islam,
To You and Me!

The Tears Never did Stop
by Shazah Sabuhi

I set my foot inside the Holy Mosque,
Upon the cold, white marble, Where day and night, People
sat worshipping, praying,
The tears never did stop.

Right and left, the Mosque being cleaned,
Shining, not a particle of dust, The carvings of marble, the plates of gold,
The symmetry of the whole Mosque, the largest of it all,
The tears never did stop.

Then came the grandest of the whole,
The center of one's life and concerns, The big, Beautiful House of Allah,
Covered with black cloth and gold leaf writing,
The tears never did stop

My life flashed past me, the good and the bad,
such a feeling I had never felt before,
A special bondage to the Almighty-A sudden chill in me,
The tears never did stop

Looking around, the large floor was filled with people,
Circling the beautiful house, loudly chanting,
People sitting, praying for forgiveness,
Praying for another chance to lead a better life,
The tears never did stop

Taking a deep breath, I entered the never ending crowd,
With my heart pouring out all the prayers I could think of,
Begging for forgiveness of my sins, Praying to become a better individual
The tears never did stop

I ran around the black house,
The ancient, black house built by Ibrahim centuries ago,
Where not one second passes when people are not circling it, praying,
The tears never did stop

I got closer as did my heart, mind and soul,
I touched the sacred house, hands trembling,
Knowing I was as close as ever to the Almighty,
The tears never did stop

It was amazing, everyone centered their attention only on worshipping
All worldly concerns forgotten, focused on praying,
Forgetting everydah matters and happenings,
The tears never did stop

The rituals were tiring, took strength and time,
But what is a few hours for our Giver? Our Creator?
For what He has given us, the worldly goods, the luxuries,
A few hours of forgiveness for our sins,
The tears never did stop.

Women of the Veil
-by Hena Farooq

Her long, thick, shiny black hair
Fell against her back.
Her rich, copper skin
Gleamed in the sunlight.
Her slender figure outlined,
With her soft voluptuous curves.
But when she stepped outside,
She became a ghostly figure of the night.
Nothing more to the people
Than a dark, shadowy figure of oppression.
But she showed them.
As she walked down the street,
People made way,
Men lowered their gazes in utmost respect.
And others whispered,
As she held her head up high,
With pride in her belief
And showed them how oppressed she really was!
While they whistled at their women,
Looking them up and down as they were pieces of meat to be inspected?
She pitied their savage ways.
As she walked into the arms of her partner,
Her only love,
Her husband.
Where she was transformed,
Into her beautiful self,
For only his eyes to see.

Operation Death
-by G.H.E. Vanker

This is a tale of an average man,
Who acts contrary to Allah's plan,
If you are reflected herein,
Then repent, and commit no sin.
It was early in the morning at four
When death knocked upon a bedroom door
"Who is there?" the sleeping one cried
I'm Izrael let me inside
At once, the man began to shiver
As one sweating in deadly fever
He shouted to his wife
"Don't let him take away my life."
"Please go away, O Angel of Death
I'm not ready yet
My family, on me depend
Give me a chance, to go back and mend.
The angel knocked again and again
"Friend, I'll take your life without any pain
It's your soul that Allah requires
I come not with my own desires.
Bewildered, the man began to cry
"O Angel, I'm so afraid to die
I'll give you gold and be your slave
Don't send me to the unlit grave.
"Let me in O friend", the angel said
"Open the door, get up from your bed
If you do not allow me in
I will walk through it like a Jinn.
The man held a gun in his right hand
Ready to defy the Angel's stand
"I'll point my gun towards your head
You dare come in - I'll shoot you dead.
By now, the Angel was in the room
Saying, "O friend - prepare for your doom
Foolish man - Angels never die
Put down your gun and do not sigh."
"Why are you afraid - Tell me O man
To die according to Allah's plan?
Come - smile at me, do not be grim
Be happy to return to him."
"O Angel, I bow my head in shame
I had no time to remember Allah's name
From dawn 'til dusk, I made my wealth
Not even caring for my spiritual health."
"Allah's commands I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed,
A Ramadhaan came and a Ramadhaan went,
But no time had I to repent."
"The Hajj was already obligatory upon me
But I would not part with my money
All charities I did ignore
Taking usury more and more."
"Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine,
With flirting women I sat to dine.
O angel I appeal to you,
Spare my life for a year or two."
"The laws of the Qur'aan, I will obey
I'll begin Salaat - this very day.
My Fast and Hajj I will complete
And keep away from self-conceit."
"I will refrain from usury
And give all my wealth to charity
Wine and unlawful women , I will detest
Allah's oneness I will attest."
We Angels do what Allah demands
We cannot go against his commands
Death is ordained for everyone
Father, mother, daughter and son."
"I'm afraid, this moment is your last
Now be reminded of your past.
I do understand your fears
But it is now too late for tears."
"You lived in this world, two score or more
Never did you, your people adore
Your parents you did not obey
Hungry beggars, you turned away."
"Your two ill-gotten, female offspring
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims
You made your children non-Muslims."
"You ignored the muadhin's Adhan (call to prayer)
Nor did you read the holy Quraan.
Breaking promises all you life
Backbiting friends and causing strife."
"From hoarded goods, great profits you made
And your poor workers - you underpaid.
Horses and cards were your leisure
Money-making was your pleasure."
"You ate vitamins and grew more fat
With the very sick - you never sat.
A pint of blood, you never gave
which could a little baby save."
"O human, you have done enough wrong
You bought good properties for a song.
When the farmers appealed to you
You did not have mercy, this is true."
"Paradise for you? I cannot tell
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
There is no time for you to repent
I'll take your soul for which I am sent."
The ending however is very sad
Eventually, the man became mad
With a cry, he jumped out of bed
And suddenly, he fell down dead.
O! Reader take a moral from here
Never know, your end may be near.
Change your living and make amends
For heaven, on your deeds depend.


       If The Prophet Muhammad visited you,
       Just for a day or two.
       If he came unexpectedly,
       I wonder what you'd do.
       Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room,
       To such an honored guest,
       And all the food you'd serve to him,
       Would be your very best,
       And you would keep assuring him,
       you're glad to have him there,
       That serving him in your home,
       Is a joy beyond compare.
       BUT ...
       When you see him coming,
       Would you meet him at the door,
       With 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 R-rated movies,
       On your TV set ?
       Or would you rush to switch it off,
       Before He gets upset ?
       Would you turn off the radio,
       And hope He hadn't heard ?
       And wish you hadn't uttered,
       That last loud, hasty word ?
      Would you hide away your music,
       And instead take Hadith books out ?
       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 right on doing
       The things you always do ?
       Would you go right on saying
       The things you always say ?
       Would life for you continue
       As it does from day to day ?
       Would your family conversation
       Keep up its usual pace ?
       And would you find it hard each meal
       To say a table grace ?
       Would you keep up each every prayer
       Without putting on a frown ?
       And would you always jump up early
       For prayers at dawn ?
       Would you sing the songs you always sing
       And read the books 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'd 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 interesting to know
       The things that you would do
       If the prophet Muhammad, in person,
       came to spend some time with you.

Background by Victorian Elegance