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Poetic Treat!


Something from The Madrasah… one of our younger sisters (we’ll call her S.) wrote this poem:

Religiously and Vertically
I feel the influence
of this religion called Islam
Muslimah is what I am

Some say it’s a bad thing, but
I know it isn’t
I embrace the Muslim veins that run through me; without it I wouldn’t have my modesty
Islam is one, it’s the religion I love
One by one I breathe in
I am one; one Ummah; one religion and it’s called

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(Leave comments, because she’ll be reading them! :) Should we throw in an ‘Islamic art’ category?)


P.S. Sorry to hijack your post… I had throw in this plug for little Reem, who has posted her first Arabic poem here (it is still a work in progress here but she put a transliteration and a translation). -Dad

P.P.S. If anyone else has some related poetry that they’ve been dying to share with the world (and even if you aren’t much of a sharer!) please do leave them here for our reading pleasure! :) -Mouse

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Zainab bint Younus (AnonyMouse) is a Canadian Muslim woman who writes on Muslim women's issues, gender related injustice in the Muslim community, and Muslim women in Islamic history. She holds a diploma in Islamic Studies from Arees University, a diploma in History of Female Scholarship from Cambridge Islamic College, and has spent the last fifteen years involved in grassroots da'wah. She was also an original founder of



  1. Amad

    April 2, 2007 at 8:52 PM

    It’s called Islam- the Inevitable.

    Mashallah, great start sister S.! Keep up the good work… look forward to seeing more from you.

  2. inexplicabletimelessness

    April 2, 2007 at 9:50 PM

    As salaamu alaikum

    MashaAllah excellent!!! I hope to read more from you inshaAllah :)

    The best part of the poem in my opinion was the part about “Muslim veins” running through you; really if you think about it, that’s beautiful imagery right there.

    I watched that landmark, amazing video by Napoleon and how he came back to Islam and the BEST part and most touching part was when he said “The others around you hate to see that Muhammad (saws) is still in you, his Sunnah is still on you when they look at you” That made me think: Allahu akbar….the Qur’an and sunnah should be so close to us that it should be as if they are running through our veins…as if we know nothing else but to submit to Allah.

    May Allah make us true muslims and I hope to see more poetry from you sister S.! :)

  3. Reem

    April 3, 2007 at 8:02 PM

    HEY! thats not fair, everyone wrote a comment for Sister S and none for me :) by the way i changed the wrong line in it and made it in to 2 lines!

  4. AnonyMouse

    April 4, 2007 at 6:44 PM

    Awwwwwww, come on, Reem… we left comments at your blog! Don’t get too spoiled, now!

    (I’m just teasing… ;) )

  5. Reem

    April 14, 2007 at 6:01 PM

    oh, I made another poem in english:

    What Religion do you Follow?,
    Are you sure your heart is not hollow?.

    Well, myn is not,
    I hope I never get caught.

    What is your religion is it the one you worship stones?,
    Or is it the one where you say when I die will I get up after bones (doubtfully)?.

    My religion is the on you pray five times a day,
    And you have to know that in the world you will never stay.

    So let me tell you one more thing,
    So listin carefully before your bell goes “ding ding ding”.

    That if from shaytan you ever get a whisber,
    just remember he is just a big trickster (means the one who tricks)

  6. za

    February 18, 2008 at 3:37 AM

    ALHAMDULILLAH for good poem

  7. Ahmad Najib

    October 4, 2008 at 12:19 PM

    A Nation in the making

    What has gone wrong with me
    Why does this worry not my heart flee
    Why are we so occupied with Monday
    When we have it all on Sunday
    Why have we chosen to live in fear
    Why does apprehension our minds shear

    How can we bring to others faith’s light
    When we have ourselves chosen to live in the night

    How can we face the One
    Without having faith none

    He is the most Just but what are we
    Running after this world and on a lying spree

    Our life should have a meaning
    But how we live is so demeaning
    We live this life as we never gonna die
    Many of us live, one aftter another lie
    This race after riches sucks our souls dry
    and when old age withers us ,silently we cry

    In the comfort of living room its easy to poetry write
    but tough to all the time our desires fight

    We can still light our heart
    By making faith our daily life’s part
    It will not happen in one day
    but every small step will go a long way
    Let ourselves be our own life’s incharge
    and join hearts making a change very large
    That will brighten so much our inside
    That its shine will pierce through, to the outside

    Everyone will live in peace and tranquility
    and things of past will become oppression and hostility

    But all that is not going to happen overnight
    It demands sacrifice, never losing our sight

    We will never lose hope, by Lords will
    until we get there we are not gonna sit still
    Pakistan will one day be, where we want it to be
    It may be pitch dark but some of us still can see
    those are the ones who have not corrupted their souls
    And have shunned all the corrupt and filthy moles
    Our Nation is in making inspite of all this turmoil
    Chosen ones are working silently, no one can them foil
    They have selflessly devoted themselves to the right cause
    and will slowly and surely keep going, never to pause
    It is high time to our foe identify
    and oursleves of all evil rectify

    let us join hands with those who are right
    and finally put an end to this long lasting night

    One day we are going to die
    and be forgotten,no one for us to cry
    But we can leave a noble legacy behind
    To forever our young ones of the truth remind

    Now when righteous are being pushed to the rock bottom
    Fresh and pure flowers are gonna from here blossom
    Its our will to take the right choice
    coz on that day we wanna with em’ rejoice


  8. Ahmad Najib

    October 4, 2008 at 12:22 PM

    Welcome Ramadhan

    Every one cheerful on sighting the moon
    and families congratulating each other on telephone

    Kids shouting and running in the street
    Elders gathering in the masjid to each other meet

    Now many will look forward to iftar
    Which after praying Asar still feels very far

    Mothers and sisters will fry samosas
    and everyone will run after pakoras

    We will all fondle with dahi bhallay
    Excitement willl fill our muhallay

    We will fast and still gain weight
    Every thing will be sold at crazy rate

    Amidst all this is lost Ramdhan’s message
    And we have deviated from the Maumin’s passage

    Do we feel for the ones who dont have enough
    Who have to live in this world so rough

    We have brothers who toil fasting with hunger pangs
    and rich lads spend millions with their gangs

    Ramadhan was supposed to purify us
    and of the evil rectify us

    We should feed ourselves and look around
    why can’t we hear needy’s plight and sound

    Let us bring to life Ramadhan
    and light up ourselves with Quran

  9. Ahmad Najib

    October 4, 2008 at 12:27 PM

    Collateral Damage

    Bombs falling from the sky
    Human remains everywhere fly
    Young and old not differentiated
    Their family’s agony never appreciated
    Our Nation in fool’s castle living
    on and on goes barbaric killing

    Our rulers want to please “mighty”
    coz our hearts have no fear of Almighty
    One after other corrupt rulers on us imposed
    Our founding principles have decomposed

    Most have lost for the future all hope
    Still poor and middle class are trying to cope
    We have evreything that it takes to reach the top
    Only if we decide to this wave of crruption stop

    We expect our rules to better and improve
    But we are the ones who elect and them approve
    We have subconsciously them accepted
    Coz we have all ourselves corrupted
    Pure souls not gonna fall from the sky
    We have to purify us and ourselves try

    Those who justify killing in the name of collateral damage
    Will one day be held reponsible for their rampage
    Their loved ones’ wailing are heavens and skies shaking
    We look comatosed but infact our Nation is in the making

    We will root the evil out
    We will take the just route
    We will teach our kids to be straight
    and will infuse in us and them noble trait
    we will not lie and corrupt ourselves
    and learn Quran by taking em off the shelves
    We will shed this hate and unite
    And under one umbrella will unite

    Those who want to separate us
    by instilling in us hateful pus
    Will be one day miserably defeated
    Our mistakes will never be repeated
    We are slowly moving to the goal
    and to heights we are gonna roll

    Sadists will be brought to justice
    And the Nation will rid off the sepsis
    We are going to from ashes rise
    and will bring to Devils painful surprise

  10. Ahmad Najib

    October 4, 2008 at 12:32 PM

    His name is Muhammad-
    Peace and Blessings on him forever

    Once upon a time there lived a noble very brave.
    Living through pain and facing dangers very grave
    Determined was he to a guided way pave
    From eternal wrath to humanity save

    Some listened intently, some shouted to mask
    the Divine message given to him as a task
    But he remained patient and kept on smiling
    Even when challenges on each other kept on piling

    Surrounded was he by companions faithful
    Who stood united even when handful
    and displayed a lot of courage and dignity
    World will benefit from them until eternity
    They chose to believe out of their will
    Pride and vanity their hearts had nil
    Many survived on dates from the palm
    Still they remained humble and calm

    Movement of his fingers made moon part and water flow
    Honesty, faith and love made his kind face always glow
    Forgave he, all those who killed his loved ones
    Showed compassion to those raging with blazing guns*

    Never once he took any crime personal
    Even when fools came armed with arsenal
    Still to this day humanity from all over in Makkah unites
    and gets rid of the racism which us humans divides

    Though it was the borrowed oil which lit his last night
    Yet the humanity will forever shine from his Message’s light

    *Just a metaphor…there were no guns at the time

  11. Ahmad Najib

    October 4, 2008 at 12:41 PM

    Silver lining

    Often we feel that life has us cheated
    and miseries have painfully us beated
    When it begins to get over heated
    Some face it and fight, others feel defeated
    But why down and miserable we feel
    when life doesn’t give us our choice’s meal
    If we focus on what we have and others don’t in this life
    It will be easy for us to live through this strife
    For after all we have to move on
    This bad phase will be history and gone
    But is bad really so bad
    that thinking of it we go mad
    Even misery richens and us nurture
    But most of times it is to us just torture
    We can pull ourselves out of it
    By positively taking every bout of it
    This will become our past indeed
    and should to future us lead
    Facing it while strong and stout
    We will light life’s every route

    May Allah bring peace and guidance to all mankind ..Amen

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