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Sunday, October 15th, 2006
4:20 am

jfwhistler
Islam Islam,
You're the one!
You make eating bacon
so much fun!
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Tuesday, November 15th, 2005
2:28 am - Remembering Karbala & Ode to Malik

bodhicide
These are two of my poems of an Islamic nature.

(REMEMBERING KARBALA)
Some remember the Alamo.
I remember Karbala.
Rest in peace, ye seventy-two
Followers of Allah.
In the land of Abraham
On that hot Iraqi day
After Husayn's comrades
Spent one last night to pray.
Grandson of a Prophet,
But that mattered not.
Husayn was a good man
He reluctantly fought.
The generals had slaughtered
Almost every last soldier.
They were ruthless and bloody;
The heat just made them colder.
He tried to ask for peace,
But Yazid's men wanted none.
Imam Husayn asked for water,
For his six month old son.
They gave him no water.
But an arrow instead.
Through Husayn's arm,
Into his little boy's head.
Still Husayn wanted peace.
He warned those cruel men.
But they shot him and shot him,
And shot him again.
Poor Husayn, full of arrows,
Bent down to pray, just once more.
The men cut off his head to deliver
To the cruel Khaliph's door.
Sunni and Shi'ite,
Muslim and Infidel.
Please mourn with me now,
For the tragedy that befell.
Now cut your skin!
Bleed tears for Husayn!
May our adrenaline pump,
Let us taste of his pain!

(ODE TO MALIK)
February 21, 1965 is the day that history records
That Malcolm X had died.
But X did not die that day of course,
From that fact you can not hide!

X was already solved by
The connection, al-Jabr,
The mujahid of righteousness
already won the war.

The man who gave that speech that day,
was not called Malcolm X,
Behold El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz,
the man whom time forgets.

X was solved through knowledge,
Malik knew of his tribe.
He had outgrown that X in Mecca,
When God had seen the time was ripe.
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Monday, August 8th, 2005
1:02 am - Taqiyya

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Tuesday, November 30th, 2004
7:21 pm

naqshbandi
GABRIEL AND SATAN

Gabriel:
My old friend,
How is the world of sight and sound?

Satan:
Pain and passion; quest and yearning.

Gabriel:
Thou never talkest of anything but the heavens.
Is there no cure for thy constant pain?

Satan:
Thou knowest not, alas, the secret of my pain!
The loss I have suffered, has increased my passion more-,
How silent is this world; desolate and wild!
I cannot ever live here; I cannot!
For one whose despair throbs in the heart of the universe,
What is better-despair, or hope?

Gabriel:
By thy refusal thou hast lost thy place in heaven—
And disgraced the angels in the eyes of the Lord.

Satan:
My courage gave a speck of dust the impulse to grow;
My cunning is the fabric of man’s intellect.
Thou watchest the war of good and evil, safely ashore,
And who is battered by the storm-thou or I?
Ask God, if thou hast the time to ask:
Whose blood gave colour to Adam’s inglorious tale?
I am a thorn in the Almighty’s mighty heart,
And thou but mumblest His praise day and night.

-from Iqbal, Bal-i-Jibril, (Gabriel's Wing), transl. by Naeem Siddiqui. At http://www.allamaiqbal.com
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Tuesday, August 24th, 2004
7:32 pm - Poem

chainedophelia
10 Pages

Is all it took
Then I knew
Peace was found
Fulfillment was granted
Such joy and pride
In what I had
Discovered a true
Diamond in the rough
It was all mine
For the taking
So I did
Finding and taking
Was so easy
Like a serene dream
The reality struck
Sucking away this
Dream and turned
It into a nightmare
That I felt I
Couldn’t escape
How in the prison
Created I longed
For the days I
Had a dream not
Imposed upon
Totally unexpected
And accept a
Perfect ideal within
But humanity had to
Come and mess up
This little dream
Called Islam

N.L.R. – 8.14.04
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Saturday, August 7th, 2004
9:39 pm

solaced_one
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current mood: accomplished
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Thursday, August 5th, 2004
8:04 pm - Greetings...
gondoballer23 Salaam-u-alay-com
My name is Farouk Salah. I am a young muslim man and proud of it, this is a spoken word piece I wrote.
READ THIS CAREFULLY WITH AN OPEN MIND BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY WITH AN OPEN HEART
ok just some random thoughts...here i go...

i...
i believe...
i believe you...
i believe you are...
i believe you are here...
i believe you are here for a reason...
many reasons...
some known...
others not...
but i do know...
that you...
yes, you...
are special...
one of a kind...
irreplaceable...
without you...
without you in my life...
my life...
itself...
is meaningless...
minute...
throughout this life we live...
we...
yes, we...
are dealt hands...
some seen...
others not...
i...
i believe...
i believe without love...
i believe without love we are blind...
i am blind...
you may misunderstand my meaning...
not blind of vision...
or sight...
but blind of heart...
i...
i know...
i know undoubtedly...
i know undoubtedly that my heart...
i know undoubtedly that my heart is yours...
for you give me everlasting vision...
everlasting sight...
we...
yes, we...
must conquer...
together...
must conquer these hands we are dealt...
some of the reasons why we are here may unfold during our quest...
some may not...
i believe that love...
love...
actually...
is the world...
because love...
itself...
will not serve its purpose...
unless...
yes, unless...
it is nourished...
with more love...
but before you love others...
you must love yourself...
i pity the soul who believes that love can be recieved by a black heart...
an empty heart...
love must be recieved...
as itself alone...
but recieved by an entity which will accept it...
which will nourish it...
and let it grow...
and return it to another...
with more strength than before...
you...
yes, you...
you are on my mind...
in my heart...
constantly...
because you...
yes, you...
are full...
full of everlasting love...
and compassion...
YOU WILL OVERCOME...
WE WILL OVERCOME...
a wise souls once told me...
the biggest risk is not taking one...
i believe it...
i live my life by it...
and i know that i may fall...
i know that i will fall...
but...
i will not...
i refuse...
to judge myself of my faults...
but i willingly accept judgements...
by myself...
and others alike...
of how I overcome...
23

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Saturday, October 25th, 2003
6:42 pm

saturnic_tides
Bismillah arRahmaan irRaheem...

As'salaamu alaikum, brothers and sisters...Isma Shajarah. I am 18 years old, I reverted to Islam last year after being raised in the Roman Catholic church. I am also a Sufi of the Mevlevi Order ('followers' of Mevlâna Jalâluddîn Rumi), of which my uncle Sh. Kabir Helminski is the North American representative.

By the way...an early Ramadaan Mubarak to all of you who will be observing. :)

But please tell me...why does no one post in here any longer? I'm kind of disappointed...

I'm going to take my chances at jump-starting the community here by posting a couple of pieces. Insh'Allah this will inspire others to start posting again as well. :p

Bismillah arRahmaan irRaheem

The month of fasting has come, the emperor's banner has arrived;
withhold your hand from food, the spirit's table has arrived.
The soul has escaped from separation and bound nature's hands;
the heart of error is defeated, the army of faith has arrived.
Fasting is our sacrifice, it is the life of our soul;
let us sacrifice all our body, since the soul has arrived as guest.
Fortitude is as a sweet cloud, wisdom rains from it,
because it was in such a month of fortitude that the Koran arrived.
...Wash your hands and your mouth, neither eat nor speak;
seek that speech and that morsel which has come to the silent ones.
- Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Also on Ramadaan by Rumi...

O moon-faced Beloved,
the month of Ramadan has arrived.
Cover the table
and open the path of praise.


Come to the circle of friends and drink of this bottomless cup.
Why do strangers turn away from this tavern of our drunken dancing? -
they cannot see how wretched stillness is.
Come, and stay with the Friend,
We will dance until we tear apart the skies,
the Sun and Moon half-insane with longing.
Play another song, friends, and untie the knot of this gown.
Rip apart this veil and bring weakness to my senses.
Each longing breath unravels sacred threads..
Oh, God, I am calling...
Pour the wine into my cup until it overflows and stains this coarse wool.
The lonely reed wails, haunting the wind, bending towards the heart.
- ...written in August 2003

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Friday, January 17th, 2003
3:27 pm
sameoldthing lj users sameoldthing and zahrasays have started the hijabi community!

The hijabi community is for women who have decided, for whatever reason, to wear hijab, or for those who are just plain curious about the hijab. (Not for debating about hijab)
Everyone is welcome!


Join!

current mood: happy
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Tuesday, October 29th, 2002
10:56 am - FWD: To the Brothers in Chechnya

jazzpoetry
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Tuesday, October 22nd, 2002
12:03 pm - POEM: Ramadan

jazzpoetry
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current mood: content
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12:00 pm - POEM: Artificial High

jazzpoetry
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current mood: melancholy
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Thursday, October 10th, 2002
3:57 pm - POEM: Hijaab

jazzpoetry
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current mood: pleased
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Wednesday, September 25th, 2002
10:47 am - POEM: Hajj

jazzpoetry
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current mood: hopeful
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Saturday, September 21st, 2002
11:11 am - POEM: The Rain

jazzpoetry
standing in the rain with my arms outstretched
eyes closed facing the sky so i'm now drenched
palms upward mouth open though i'm not thirsty
it just feels so good to be enveloped in Allaah's Mercy

tiny droplets splash my forehead and roll down my cheeks
Calm and silent this moment is too profound to speak
joyous tears mixing with the rain, nature and the sound of weeps
living now forever i'm glad i found this peace

this time of tranquility erasing these hectic several months
standing mute confessing, a blessing of the rain's gentle touch
such a special rush that i hold near my heart
showing me now that i can overcome my fears and start

feeling free as the wind came slow
no longer impure and no longer stained so
i open my eyes and watch the pain go
as the sun shines bright and produces a rainbow

drop down to my knees in His Name i pray
speaking softly for what i came to say
i really needed for you to wash my pains away
All Praise due to Allaah because it rained today

©2001-2002 J. Stewart

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