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My Beloved

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MY BELOVED

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 There was a time in my youth,

When Islam was only a custom.

They said “say La Ilaha Illa Allah,..

And pray, you’ll go to Heaven.”

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 Ah, how simple, no struggle in this,

Just a word, and simple act.

Thereafter I’m absorbed in this world again,

With my ‘assured’ place in Paradise intact.

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 But this was not to be my fate

For ALLAH chose to guide my heart.

I learnt of a man who struggled so hard

When his mission was from the start.

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 The story of someone who had morals,

Spoke gently, kindness he knew.

Never fearing to say what’s right,

His conviction in ISLAM was true.

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 The touch of his hand was as soft as silk

To comfort a crying child.

To mend his clothes, or do the chores,

Never complaining, he always smiled.

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 A living he made with his bare hands,

The same that held his mighty sword.

Valour shone from the edge of his blade,

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 His smell was always of musk,

And cleanliness he kept at his best.

Stark contrast with the heroes of today,

Who stink of beer and sweat.

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 He held the hands of his companions.

Unashamed to play with many children.

So modest, so humble, a perfect example,

That strangers could not recognise him.

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 His eyes slept little for nights were precious,

His prayers he treasured much greater.

To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,

Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.

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 He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,

And bled for me at Ta’if.

He cried for me, tears of concern,

Just so I could have this belief.

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 His enemies admired his teachings,

Uniting every religion, every clan.

Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,

O, but indeed he was only a man.

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 To own a house, or build his wealth

Was not his main priority.

To establish ISLAM was more essential,

To bring us under a Higher Authority.

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 Don’t you want him to plea for your case,

When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?

Don’t you wish to be around his fountain,

A burning desire to drink from his hand?

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 So I love him more than all creation,

My Leader, my Humble Prophet.

Muhammad (SAWS) was a mercy to all mankind,

And to me, he is **MY BELOVED!***

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By: Ahmed M Hashim

Are You Ready?

Ramadan. A month so special it refuses to be defined by a specific date of the year. It comes and goes and we wonder how time flew so quickly.I know it is a month of religion where  Muslims all around the world seek forgiveness and acceptance from Allah so eagerly it becomes a month of prayers and Qur’an.

I also understand the importance of the social aspect of this great month: it is the month of family gatherings over food, talk and entertainment. A month where people decide to become generous, to forgive, to share, to be kind, to accept.. People change,some even become so different they’re hardly recognized.

What saddens me the most is the fact that most people think it is enough . Ramadan becomes the month where you do your “duty” and you are free to do otherwise all year long: You don’t have to pray after it ends, you don’t have to be at family gatherings, you don’t have to stop cheating or lying or .. you don’t have to do any of those things until the next Ramadan comes.

People always ask at the beginning of this month: are you ready for Ramadan?

I ask: are you ready for after Ramadan?? are you prepared to keep your daily routine of praying and reading Qur’an? are you willing to stay “good” after this month ends??

Are You Ready??

Even the moon we rarely notice when Ramadan ends