Islamic, Religious Poetry.

In this world of havoc and chaos, I may live and strive…

How do women fit into Islam? What is their fate?

This has been the subject of many a debate

‘for the believing men and women, is a great reward’

this is from Surah al Ahzaab, the words of our Lord

it can be seen from reading the Holy Quran.

When I walk along the way
The people just stare at me in dismay

They think that I’m forced to wear that “thing”
But actually I wear it for Allah, The King.

I pounded on the door of mercy as the world slept
And humbling myself before my Creator I wept

Hands raised high and head bowed I knelt
And dejectedly began to lament what I felt.

Islam is a perfect way of life,
so why stab yourself with a knife?*
Sins and Deeds are a test,
so dont be a pest.
live life like a test.
Allah is the greatest.

Allah knows all about you,

A reflection on September 11th, 2009 in my life.

A quick slam poem from a Muslim youth…

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.

When The Five Fingers Curl To Make The Element Of A Fist,
It’s To Fight For Islam

Striving To Be The Best.