Posted in Poetry, Quran, Religion, Women's Issues

Remember The Order….

Remember The Order…

By Asma Binte Shameem

As the heat gets hotter…. as the sun gets brighter

As they take it all off…. as their ‘burden’ gets lighter


When you feel the temptation as they roam half naked

When you think for sure that you just can’t make it


Remember O Muslim the perfect instructions

Remember not to give in to those temptations


Through the lure, the enticement and through the haze

Remember the order… lower your gaze


Don’t go to such places….don’t go to the beaches

Remember the lessons ….remember what Islam teaches


Don’t sit idle in the street nor visit the mall

When you know they are going to bare it all


Now, I know it isn’t easy….. its hard not to stare

Its difficult to look away when its all there


But, don’t feed your lust, nor set it ablaze

Remember the order…. to lower your gaze


What’s the harm in it, they say. It’s nothing but fun!

If I look at some bodies bathing in the sun!


A lustful look towards the opposite gender

Is all that it takes to set off the trigger


It leads to sin and abomination

It paves the way for fornication


Don’t take it so lightly, don’t think it’s a phase

Remember the order…. to lower your gaze


Watch out for that arrow….the arrow from Satan

The one you’re warned about….laden with poison


The arrow that is aimed towards your very heart

When it reaches its target, it leaves a black mark


It infects your heart and leaves it vulnerable

for Satan to take over and do as he is able 


Recall the Prophet’s words for he told no lies

“Looking at something forbidden is the zinaa of the eyes.”


Don’t look at anything haraam, that’s what he said

So when temptation passes by…..just turn away your head


Just lower your gaze…..don’t give that second look

For you never know when you get caught by the hook


A lustful glance….then the talk …..then the meeting

You know what comes next….after all the flirting


Fornication is major. “Don’t even come near it.”

It starts with that first look, every Muslim should fear it


So lower your gaze…. don’t look at haraam

Strive for good deeds….they work like a charm


If you are able then do get married

That’s what the Prophet alaihis-salaam instructed


Keep voluntary fasts….they will make you strong

Being a good Muslim, you surely can’t go wrong


A part of his character is the Muslim’s gaze

So fear Allaah as you spend these summer days


Ask Allaah to help you….you’ll find Him there

And never underestimate the power of prayer


Not only in the streets, remember O Muslim

Lower your gaze when watching television


The shows….the sitcoms…..the underwear ads

The suggestive scenes….the fashions and the fads


Day in and day out, we watch haraam and yet…

when ‘Baywatch’ comes on, we don’t turn off the set


Did you forget the Day when Allaah will ask you

of every look you cast….every glance you threw


So where will you hide….what will you do

That Day your eyes will witness against you


Remember, the beauty of this world is temporary

The question is then….will you be able to carry


Your head up high in front of the Almighty

When you stand on a Day, so long so dreary?


You are the best Ummah….the Model Community

Custodians of Truth…Upholders of Morality


So fight the Shaytaan, stop him in his wickedness

Lower your gaze, ask for Allaah’s forgiveness


And thank Allaah O Muslim and realize

The greatest blessing is a pair of eyes


Don’t use it to disobey Him, don’t earn His Displeasure

For you will be asked what you did with this treasure


It is not too late….to repent….to amend

Start now….by lowering your gaze my friend



“Say to the believing men that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty. That is purer for them. Verily, Allaah is All-Aware of what they do.


Say to the believing women that they should lower their gaze and guard their modesty…O you who believe! Turn you all together towards Allah that you may attain success.” (Surah Nur:30,31).


Posted in Poetry, Religion

Parents and I


Do I listen to them when they advise me
Or I snap at them and say, I know better

Am I patient with my parents, if ever they are being unreasonable
Or I yell at them to make them realize their mistake

Do I obey them as I should be obeying them
Or I ignore them and think, it is not important

Do I take care of them when they are tired or sick
Or I feel I have better things to take care of, and am tired myself

Do I ever try to do what please my parents
Or I am sure what pleases me will please them

Do I buy them gifts that they will use and need
Or I buy them expensive gifts that I like, and remind them of my favors often

Do I ever spend quality time with them, realizing that they are special
Or whenever I am with my parents, I feel I am wasting my valuable time

Do I ever leave something that is important to me, to do something that is important to my parents
Or my parents can wait, as I have more important things of mine to take care of

Do I ever think of everything that my parents went through when I was little
Or I think I was always capable of taking care of myself

Do I ever feel humbled in their presence
Or I feel I am smarter, more educated and better than them in everyway

Do I look upto them and yearn to be like them and learn from their experince
Or am I too proud to even think they can be better than me

Do their tiny, insignificant mistakes and habits bother me
Or I kindly advise or ignore and never think twice about them

Do I look for ways to help and please them inorder to please Allah SWT
Or I want others to know what all I do for my parents

Do I give my parents the unconditional love that they bestow on me all the time
Or I love them when they do everything that pleases me

Am I ever grateful to Allah SWT for giving me the niama of parents
Or I feel I would be better off without them

Am I afraid and careful that I might say or do something to displease my parents, and displease Allah SWT
Or I say and do whatever pleases me, as they are just my parents

Do I try my utmost to get my parents’ duas
Or I know they will pray for me anyway

Do I conciously make dua for their success in this Dunya as well as the Akhira
Or I feel they are capable of making dua for themselves, or their deeds are what really counts

May Allah SWT make us amongst the ones who truly understand what Ehsaan to parents means, and deal with our parents with Ehsaan while we have the chance to do so, Ameen.


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Posted in Poetry

What is my name?

I am a book in elegant prints

To know my name, here are some hints

Rich in cover and nicely bound
In hearts of Muslims I am rarely found

High on a shelf, I am kept
Forgotten there, I am left


With respect I do get lots of kiss
my main point is what they always miss


In a melodious voice they recite me
Neglecting the message inside me


At times I am used for phoney swear
My true use is very very rare


A miracle I am that can change the world
All one has to do is understand my word


I have wisdom I have treasure
so much so there is no measure


I’m your saviour, I’m your guide
But who’s there to follow the bide


Right from wrong is my fame
Holy Quran is my name

by Anonymous 

Posted in Poetry

If Prophet Muhammad (saw) Visited you…what will you do?

If Prophet Muhammad (saw) Visited you?

by Anonymous


I wonder……………………

If Prophet Muhammad visited you
Just for a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you would do?
Oh I know you would give your nicest room,
To such an honored guest,
And you would serve him your very best.

You would be the very best,
Cause you’re glad to have him there,
That serving him in your home
Would be a joy without compare.

But…when you see him coming,
Would you meet him at the door
With your 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 Qur’an where they had been?

Would you still watch those movies,
Or your T.V. set?
Or would you switch it off,
Before he gets upset.

Would you turn off the radio,
And hope he had not heard?
And wish that you did not utter
your last loud hasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music,
And instead take out Hadith books?
Could you let him walk right in,
Or would you rush about?

And I wonder…if the Prophet (saw) spent, a day or two with you,
Would you go on doing the things you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things You always say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day?

Would your family conversations,
Keep up their usual pace?
And would you find it hard each meal,
To say a table grace?

Would you keep up each and every prayer?
Without putting on a frown?
And would you always jump up early,
For Fajr at dawn?

Would you sing the songs you always sing?
And read the book 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 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 Prophet Muhammad came,
To spend some time with you



Posted in Photography, Poetry

LOneLy bY the SeA

LOneLy bY the SeA
Originally uploaded by Javeria.

Ah! To be all alone in a little cell, to be alone, all alone:
Alone I came into the world
alone I shall go from it.

~Samuel Barber

Posted in Photography, Poetry

tHeRe miDniGhT’s aLL a gLiMmeR…

Lake isle of Innisfree
Originally uploaded by irelandseye.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
~ W.B Yeates

Lough Gill is a lake in County Sligo in Ireland. It contains about 20 small islands, including the Lake Isle of Innisfree, Yeates was Irish and for a part of his early life lived in Sligo.

Posted in Photography, Poetry

rAy oF hOpe?

rAy oF hOpe?
Originally uploaded by Javeria.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

RoberT fRoSt