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Ramadan 2010: MM Poetry Contest | Semifinalists, Day 2

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Welcome to day two! Now that we’ve started publishing the semifinalists, please do check out each day’s poems and cast your vote.

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Update 1/9/10:  Voting for poems published on Day 2 closes today! Cast your vote if you haven’t yet!

Update 2/9/10: Voting on poems published on Day 2 has now closed.

A quick recap on how it’s going to be:

1) We’re going to publish four shortlisted poems a day, for five days.
2) Each day, you, the public, vote for the poem that you like best out of the four published.
3) The poems with the most votes from each day will go on to the final round, where a second poll will decide the winner and runners up.

Simple, eh?

As beautiful as the poems all are, and we are indeed experiencing the Holy month of Ramadan, the spirit of the competition can be pretty overwhelming. That’s why here’s a simple reminder to keep it clean, and wholesome, healthy competitiveness that adds to the fun but does not hurt anyone in anyway. :)

Without further ado, here’s the second group of semifinalists for your pleasurable reading.

Please don’t forget to vote!

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A Mother’s Last Words
By: Hadiyah Stephens


Compare, if you will, two flowers the same
Except one is vibrant and fresh, the other crumpled and plain
They lay in my hand, one in each palm
And looking at them, I experience a strange calm

My mind goes back in time, I begin to reflect
And I realise I have a lot to correct
I ask myself, ‘when was the last time you prayed?’
‘And when was the last time you freely gave aid?’

I sit down then, right there on the grass
I start crying, the tears come fast
I don’t know what made me feel this way
So sad, so helpless, so full of dismay

I stare down bleakly at my balled-up fist
I feel confused, surely there’s something I’ve missed
Something is wrong, there’s something I should know
I struggle to remember, my confusion grows

I grow frustrated, I clutch at the flowers
Then breaking through my rage, a sound that empowers
I hear my mother’s gentle voice, so near, so treasured
And my tears run freely as her last words, I remember

She died in the month of Ramadan, the very last night
And even though she was in pain, her face was lit with light
She clasped my hand and brought me near
And whispered to me, her voice frail, yet clear

She told me of Ramadan, her favourite month of the year
And of how everyday she would spread hope and cheer
I remembered vaguely of her always being away from home
Always in Ramadan, she would go out alone

She told me of what Ramadan brings
Peace, Forgiveness, Happiness, Blessings
She told me to make sure others know
She grasped my hand tight and begged me to go

She told me to continue on after her death
She was staring at me as she drew her last breath
Then she died with the Shahadah echoing on her pale lips
And in her features I could see the toll of many hardships

I didn’t carry on her work
I refused to acknowledge her last words
I closed myself off from the whole of Islam
I had left the straight path for the path of harm

And as I stood there with the flowers in my hands
I recalled a story my mother had taught me from our homeland
Three dates she gave me after Iftar
She asked me to identify their differences, I thought it bizarre

I did as she asked, I examined all three
And when I was finished she asked for my decree
I told her the truth, one was fresh, one dried
And the last was cracked, brittle and split down the side

She smiled as if pleased and gathered me close
She then asked me how the rest of the lesson goes
I look up at her, uncomprehending, confused
She smiled again, picked up some dates, just two

One was the fresh one, the other was the dried
I gave no response to my mothers wide questioning eyes
The fresh date represents a true Muslim’
‘The dry one is a disbeliever, instead’

She pauses before picking up the last date; she waited for a reaction
Then she holds up the last date, the one which was hardened
She waits for a little longer then she slowly tells me
This one represents a Kuffar and a hypocrite, do you see?

I didn’t get it then but I sure get it now
I finally understand and will now make a vow
I called myself a Muslim while doing nothing at all
And now I will save myself from this head-long fall

Because that lesson my mum taught me so long ago
Was not just a lesson but a life echo
What she showed me using just three dates
Is really what we are all trying to create

With this simple lesson we can learn
What is the key we are all trying to earn
The key to Paradise is simple to get
Just try to be the fresh date in each set

I cradled the flowers as I ducked indoors
I have to apply what I learnt to my life and more
I filled up a vase and placed the flowers inside
And ran to make wudo with Allah as my guide

That prayer was a first for a very long time
I had just started my prayer when the clock began to chime
I was full of thankfulness, cheer and more too
I’d realised I was free of the wrong I’d been going through

When I sat and studied Islam that night
I felt like a new person, full of radiant light
I looked out of the window out of pure chance
And when I saw what I saw I felt like doing a dance

For hanging up there in the heavens, was an inspiring sight
Glimmering softly against the blackness of night
Moving slowly across the sky, slim and new
Was the brand new beautiful Ramadan Moon

Since my mother had died I hadn’t fasted a day
But the present was different, before I had been astray
But now I didn’t fear Ramadan like I had in the past
Now I gladly went around preparing for my fast

That night long ago, when my mother breathed her last
She had told me the secret to the blessed month of the fast
I had nodded, pretending to comprehend
I hadn’t, and now I must make my amends

I am proud to be a Muslim, let everyone know
The lesson taught to me by my Mum so long ago
Stay away from harms way, try to do right
Especially in Ramadan, the blessed month of light

A mother’s last words everyone should heed
Often a little advice is all that you need
Follow my mother’s lesson and pave your way clear
Build your Iman and make it sincere

Ramadan is not to be dreaded and feared
As many different things its not what it appears
Sure it’s about fasting all day
But it’s also about who you obey

Do good in Ramadan, be your best
As we all know, life’s only a test
Be a good Muslim, keep up the good deeds
And maybe one day, we shall all succeed

Peace, Sincerity, Forgiveness and more
This is what Ramadan brings to every Muslim’s door
Do what my Mum told me all those years past
“Treat every Ramadan as if it’s your last”
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By: Hira Amin


The most special month of the year has arrived

Where we all plan to struggle and strive

To attain the sweetest thing; Piety and His pleasure

Good deeds multiplied on end without measure

With a burst of joy we all start with zeal

Thinking one year has already passed is so surreal

Vowing to our selves to do better than last year

Planning and preparing yet having that fear

The Masjids are filled; the night is bright

With all the lights in the houses past midnight

Melodious sounds of the Quran is sung

Peace and tranquility in the atmosphere hung

We make dua, tears down our cheek

The best in this world and the next we seek

The samosas, pakoras and dips on the side

Chicken- baked, battered and fried

The middle approaches where we all start to slouch

From the prayer mat we migrate to the couch

Our minds wander through the long summer day

We think of the time when black hair goes grey

This could be our last, let’s make it the best

Insha Allah in Jannah we all can rest

Allah in His infinite wisdom knows His creation

He created the Night of Power to reignite our concentration

Fighting our sleep we stay awake and anticipate

To catch that Night before it is too late

Eid is here the majority shriek with delight

The uncles in the corner have the moonsighting fight

Spiritually pumped and ready to begin

Resolutions to increase our good deeds and decrease the sin

Between the laughter, the salaams and the toddlers wail

We whisper, O Allah accept this Ramadhan and make it heavy on our scale!

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Qiyam Poem

By: Emad Hamdeh

In the day I struggle and sin while You watch me
Forgetting what I promised Thee
That I won’t do it again
I have come to realize that being far from You is disgrace
Now being near to You is the only place
I wish to be, please grant me my wish by Your Grace
All others closed their doors
You are The Most Generous, please open up Yours
Allah allow me to wake up at night
I have sinned much in the daylight
Please my heart needs to come to you in flight
My desire of sleep I shall fight
To prostrate to You in the nights peak
Complaining about my heart being so weak
Bless me and let that tear leak
Down this sinful mans cheek
Let my tongue ask for forgiveness, for all the evil it did speak
Let my arrogant nose
Go on the floor where peoples feet and toes
Walk, where it belongs my forehead goes
Let my prostration be lengthy and my tears plenty
My back is getting weak, as the sins on my shoulders are so hefty
Please Oh Allah let me be among those who are awake while others sleep

I carry heavy sins and the road to You is steep
They are holding me down and making me slip and fall
But Your name I will always call
Allow me to prostrate to You in the dark
As sins have left on my heart a great black mark
Allah I beg You not to leave me to myself
For clearly I cannot see
My sins have left me roaming blindly
Guide me to Your Light
I miss prostrating to You at night
Now I tear, because I fear
Not tasting the sweetness of being alone with You and so near
Oh Allah I haven’t prayed Qiyam in so long
Since the last time, I have done so much wrong
Oh Allah without You I can’t be strong
Being away from You I can no longer take
From the chains and yokes of my sins I want to break
Oh Allah grant me this request
Though of your servants I am so far from the best
Oh Allah I am so sinful compared to the rest
Please let me pass this test
Oh Allah don’t deprive me of standing between Your Hands
A place a sinner like me never stands
My sins are enough to cover the lands
Let me be pleased with Your decree
Whatever happened was meant to be
Whatever I missed was not meant for me
My only strength and courage is through Thee
Accept from me my prayer
Oh Allah my heart aches
Being alone with You brings back great memories
Remembering those days takes
My heart into different states
Oh Allah my heart misses You so much that it is about to fall and break
The thought of how much I disobeyed You makes me quiver and shake
Oh my Lord, please give me my wish and inspire
Me to do good so I may be saved from the fire
Oh Allah I can no longer speak
My heart misses You so much it has become weak
Oh Allah How Revered You are
You are so near, but I chose to be far
Allow me another chance to be close to You
To drop another tear while prostrating before You
My sins covered my heart with a dark thick layer

Remove it with Your Light
Allow me to come back and stand before You at night
Return to my heart its sight
For it is weak and losing the fight
Help me as You are my only Power and Might
La Hawla wala Quwata illa Billah

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Therawi Prayers
By: Ruhana Ali

Here I stand
My heart tight
Eyelids softly closing
Hands resting upon my chest
In a row of obedient servants returning to You

As Your verses are sung, they echo through the walls and vibrate in my heart
Etching away beneath the tight grip
Imprinting on the canvas of a forgetful core
Sailing back to You as a boat returning to shore

A soul desperately humble, remembering ultimately that nothing is created or occurs except by Your Favour
I am nothing.
Thank you
I’m so grateful for All that I have

And so here I am
Tears now flowing into a stream of comprehension
That indescribable feeling when I connect with your words

‘Their similitude is that of a man who kindled a fire; when it lighted all around him, Allah took away their light and left them in utter darkness. So they could not see.
Deaf, Dumb and Blind they return not’ (Qur’an 2:17-18)

Shaken by your warning for those who disbelieve
I relish in the nuances of Your meaning and the beauty of Your articulation
Ever hopeful to be placed in Your Eternal Light
At that moment I’m struck
Our relationship is strengthened
I bear witness
“La ilaha illalah, Muhammad ar Rasul Allah – There is no God but Allah and Muhammad (pbuh) is His Messenger”

My heart melts and my soul is ready to run away
As if like a bird
Whose wings are occupied but whose heart is bleeding out of its chest
At that moment, standing there, I’m flying so content in Your Trust
Hopeful of Your Mercy and fearful of Your Wrath

Your slave, standing before You, Desperate to reach You
In a state of Hearing, Understanding and Seeing
Just yearning to be loved

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Ameera is a final-year medical student and blogger based in Karachi, Pakistan. Having been born and raised in Tabuk, Saudi Arabia, her approach towards her Deen has always been rooted in a basic understanding from authentic sources, which was further polished during a three-year weekend course at Al Huda Institute. Her interests, though, seem to know no bounds and range from a passion for the culinary arts and travelling, as well as following current affairs and global happenings. She feels being able to be part of MuslimMatters is one of the major blessings of Allah(swt) upon her, for it has given her a chance to learn and grow. She also maintains her personal blog at http://duskanddawn.wordpress.com.

11 Comments

11 Comments

  1. Rafa

    August 30, 2010 at 5:31 AM

    “The uncles in the corner have the moonsighting fight”
    That line gave me a good laugh. :)

    Masha Allah, such incredibly beautiful poems. May Allah bless these writers with everything they’re poems ask and beg for. Ameen!

  2. iMuslim

    August 30, 2010 at 7:52 AM

    I made sure to spend a good, slow time reading today’s poems… and subhanAllah, it was so worth it! I really enjoyed each one, masha’Allah.

    I read the first, and thought: “This has my vote”.
    I read the second, “No, wait, maybe this one”.
    The third, “Umm, I like this too!”.
    The fourth: “Agh! They’re all great, masha’Allah!”.

    :D

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  4. shiney

    August 30, 2010 at 2:29 PM

    Beautiful poems once again masha’allah! I had to go back and forth about a gazillion times before i could choose. May Allah (SWT) reward you all for your efforts. Ameen.

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  6. Mansoor Ansari

    August 31, 2010 at 1:54 PM

    I didn’t know whr to post this but here it is

    Pics of Muslims celebrating from around the world, they r absolutely beautiful… some will bring a smile & some will bring tears

    http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/08/ramadan_2010.html

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  8. Hena Zuberi

    September 2, 2010 at 2:27 AM

    Sister Hadiyah is 14 years old- so deep for someone that young and to put her pain of losing her mother into words of shukr to Allah.
    They are all so moving-SubhanAllah

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