poem

Oh the Valley of Kashmir !
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Now the beauty of your melting snow,
Looks as if the hills are weeping;
The fascinating scene of swirling streams,
Gives an image of tears falling in torrents.
The winds and breezes blowing from you -
Known in the world as the Paradise on earth,
Are no more soothing to heart and soul,
They sound like the Nature’s anguished sigh.
The patches of blood on your soil,
The shrieks and cries of the victims of rape;
The bodies of your young, riddled with bullets,
Are speaking aloud of your gory tale

Me and My Father

Me and My Father
When I was 4 Yrs Old : "My father is THE BEST
When I was 6 Yrs Old: "My father seems to know everyone
When I was 10 Yrs Old:" My father is excellent but he is short tempered
When I was 12 Yrs Old: "My father was nice when I was little
When I was 14 Yrs Old: "My father started being too sensitive
When I was 16 Yrs Old : "My father can't keep up with modern times

When I was 18 Yrs Old : "My father is getting less tolerant as the days pass by
When I was 20 Yrs Old :" It is too hard to forgive my father, how could my Mum stand him all these years
When I was 25 Yrs Old :" My father seems to be objecting to everything I do
When I was 30 Yrs Old: "It's very difficult to be in agreement with my father, I wonder if my Grandfather was troubled by my father when he was a youth
When I was 40 Yrs Old: "My father brought me up with a lot of discipline, I must do the same
When I was 45 Yrs Old: "I am puzzled, how did my father manage to raise all of us
When I was 50 Yrs Old : "It's rather difficult to control my kids, how much did my father suffer for the sake of upbringing and protecting us
When I was 55 Yrs Old:" My father was far looking and had wide plans for us, he was gentle and outstanding.
When I became 60 Yrs Old: "My father is THE BEST
Note that it took 56 Yrs to complete the cycle and return to the starting point " "My father is THE BEST "
Let's be good to our parents before it's too late and pray to Allaah that our own children will treat us even better than the way we treated our parents
Allah(SWT) says: "Your lord has decreed that you worship non but him and show kindness to parents. If one or both reach old age with you then do not say uff! To them nor repulse them, but speak graciously to them" {Surah Al-Isra: Ayah 23}
O our lord, forgive me and my parents and believers on the day when the reckoning shall come to pass. {Surah Ibrahim: Ayah 41}
O my Lord, have mercy on them (parents) just as they nourished me when I was small.{Surah Bani Irail: Ayah 24}

poem

Locked box
I have this box that’s always locked

For I cannot find the key I need to open

Curiosity is starting to get to me


For in this box are the things I hide

For the emotions and memories I cannot face

For I have locked them away for too long


I search and search for the key I need

To unlock the emotions I hide away

So I cannot face the pain I feel


I find the key of which I seek

My heart begins to race

I’m scared to open the lock of the box


I face the fear I feel inside me

Open the lock that has began to fade

Over time of no use


The emotions are flowing out

Hitting me one by one

Like a physical blow


For I’ve hidden them away for so long

They started to build up on top of the other

For you shouldn’t hide away from the world


I now face emotions one by one

Slowly erasing the bad memories

And embracing the good ones

When I Pray

When I pray I am overcome with peace and warmth
like heat radiating through my body on a December night.
From the darkness of the ignorant and shallow world
I bathe in the glory of Allah’s light.
In a world in which I face rejection and lonliness is my foe
I turn to Allah and in prayer I feel a closeness no wordly relationship can ever know.
It’s like a sweet, soothing sensation saving my soul
as mercy is showered upon a sinful being now not under the duniyas control.
The senseless noise around me diminishes into the vastness of the sky
as in Allah’s worship does my iman reign high.
My limbs lie in prostration,utter humility and submission to my Lord do I show
For pride and arrogance are Allah almighty’s cloak, not for me to bestow.
With my limbs I praise him, with my body I worship him, with my heart I turn to him.
This prayer I observe five times a day brings a light to my life that can never go dim.
Salaam is given to the angels so pure, a dua made from feelings so raw
Oh creator, to worship you is what this body is living and breathing for.