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Elizabeth

Elizabeth

I discovered the truth on honeymoon,

Of the extent to which I’d been misled,

How I’d absorbed vast torrents of their lies,

Via photos and the phrases they’d said.

 

 

At night I was scared to see my lover

Close-up with all his colouring faded,

I felt frightened, and then I got angry.

How extremely I had been persuaded!

 

Zeroed in on my bridal adornments,

Oblivious to their dense, dark attack,

Distracted by a mist of wifely white,

My mind had slowly saturated black.

 

He’d altered, I saw, but didn’t worry,

I was grateful to see he had matured;

I thought we’d have a simple espousal,

Unaware my perception was obscured.

 

I know why I doubted my own husband,

Severed trust has allowed my mind to clear,

My heart’s helped me recognise my judgement,

I’d let papers imprint his beard with fear.

{So rely upon Allah; indeed, you are upon the clear truth.}

The Qur’an, Surah An-Naml (the ant) 27:79

Elizabeth Lymer is the Editor for Young Muslimah Magazine and the Co-Editor of The Muslimah Speaks, Her Voice, Her Spirit, Volume One, the poetry anthology in which this poem was published. Alhamdulillah Elizabeth hopes this poem will inspire Muslimahs to embrace the challenges they encounter during their first year of marriage to clarify and work through their personal issues and to support their spouse to develop also insha’Allah. She also hopes to inspire compassion for each other regarding the negative subconscious effect we can experience from reading newspapers and other media.

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In the dark,
on the rough trails
stones paring through,
prying my flesh …
life gave me
these gifts
with no bandages
or ribbons.

Tired at some point,
as I rested,
on a huge rock
and looked down
the path I’d traversed;
there lay painted
tips bright red,
glistening stones
reflecting the sun;
the very diamonds
I had been seeking …
the ones that
in the dark,
pared my skin.

{If a wound should touch you  there has already touched the [opposing] people a wound similar to it. And these days [of varying conditions] We alternate among the people so that Allah may make evident those who believe and [may] take to Himself from among you martyrs – and Allah does not like the wrongdoers – And that Allah may purify the believers [through trials] and destroy the disbelievers.}

The Qur’an, Surah ‘Ali-’Imran (family of Imran) 3:140–141

Taheseen Khan first published this poem on her blog Penspills.

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Once the veil of

your eyes has

been removed

that shielded

curtain no

longer looms

 

just remember

one thing

know for sure

Allah bestowed

upon this sinner

For me to adore

 

The eyes will

begin to witness

the beauty with

blessings from

Allah and

His decree

 

these sinning

eyes will start

to see the immense

beauty of our

Beloved Nabi,

visions will be

 

present to thee

 

once the veil of

your eyes has

been removed

that shielded

curtain no

longer looms

 

with blessings

from Allah

and His decree

these sinning

eyes will

start to see.

{And when you recite the Qur’an, We put between you and those who do not believe in the Hereafter a concealed partition. And We have placed over their hearts coverings, lest they understand it, and in their ears deafness. And when you mention your Lord alone in the Qur’an, they turn back in aversion.}

The Qur’an, Surah Al-’Israa’ (the night journey) 17:45–46

Fardos T. Shahid is a twenty years young student studying Joint Honors English and Education BA. She is an aspiring English teacher insha’Allah. By combining her love for Islam and English she began to write poems, free verse, and stories. Her inspirations vary from personal experiences to Sufism and the likes of Rumi, Shams Tabrizi, and Hafiz. She volunteers for Muslim Youth League Birmingham Sisters UK and blogs at http://inthethoughtsofink.blogspot.co.uk/.

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There was a place when you had everything

but still emptiness hounded you somehow.

There was a time when you loved everything

but it wasn’t the same anymore.

 

You got up every morning

looking forward to the day

but when you went to bed at night

only disappointment there lay.

 

You thought you had some plague

but nay did you know

it was a disease

of the heart.

 

Gruesome, encompassing, and sinister as black magic.

Its chains rugged, iron-like held on vehemently.

Your heart was bound, bleeding, it knew not such excruciating pain.

Helplessly it cried out but all in vain!

 

How could you let your heart die?

How could you let it be?

You couldn’t let your heart suffer,

a suffering of eternity.

 

So you prolonged your sujoods and prayed all your tahajjuds.

And I know how you cried because it happened with me too.

Not long had passed and your worship bore fruit.

It was as if He had waited for you.

 

Now a noor emanated from your heart, resonating inside.

Making molten the brute shackles

until they disappeared

not one but all.

 

Your heart breathed again as it was set free

in a manner state of the art.

So go on sweetheart

reclaim your heart

 

and submit it

to the rightful owner.

Your Lord.

Your Creator.

{O you who have believed, enter into Islam completely [and perfectly] and do not follow the footsteps of Satan. Indeed, he is to you a clear enemy.}

The Qur’an, Surah Al-Baqarah (the cow) 2:208

Afreen Khan is a 21 year old Muslimah who is really trying hard to strike a balance between the deen and dunya. She is a student of Psychology and Islam. She is also passionate about poetry, literature, and cooking. Alhamdulillah. she finds beauty in the little things of life like a cup of freshly brewed tea, crimson sunsets, and children’s laughter.

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Sisterhood

Sisterhood

Sisterhood to me

is a bond that we can’t always see.

 

It’s like

when we love our sisters for Allah’s sake

making sure, we are holding up our faith,

knowing our salvation, is at stake.

 

It’s reaching out to our sisters when in-need

connecting and doing a gracious deed.

But sometimes, it’s just planting a positive seed.

 

We have to go deep within our hearts,

to bring out the goodness right from the start,

not letting negativity tear us apart.

 

Sisterhood is learning,

laughing and praying together, too.

Always desiring and giving our best

in whatever we do.

 

Sisterhood is a connection

given to us by Allah above.

 

Let’s hold it sacred

and practice-that special

Sisterly Love!

 

Are you practising sisterhood?

Narrated Anas: The Prophet said, “Whoever possesses the following three qualities will taste the sweetness of faith: 1. The one to whom Allah and His Apostle become dearer than anything else. 2. Who loves a person and he loves him only for Allah’s sake. 3. Who hates to revert to disbelief (Atheism) after Allah has brought (saved) him out from it, as he hates to be thrown in fire.”

Bukhari Book 2, Hadith 20

Latifah A. Hameen is founder of the agency Healthy Positive Choices which educates young adults and teens about preventing abuse in relationships. She is author of a number of books including a workbook that Young Muslimah Magazine has reviewed and a poetry collection. She is also a member of the Muslimah Writers Alliance.

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I remember when I believed in dreams

When the milky waves meant a lot to me

When I learnt to make wishes like a fairy; eyes closed

And open my eyes to see my dreams come true

I remember when life was of cream and peaches

 

I remember all my dreams of running far away

Of not looking back to care how little I was

Of not minding the light weight of my fat pocket

And not making a huge mountain out of no shelter

Of waking up to see the true face of love

 

I remember when I vowed the vow with him

And walked the long walk with Him

And danced the cultural dance in the rain

And sang the melodious song in the dark storm

I remember with tears all the good times with him

 

I remember when twenty seemed so far away

Looking back, time tells me it was yesterday

I have lost a lot with the passing of time

If I were to be blessed with a second chance

I’d go back to five and start where it all began

 

I remember when my light shone so bright

Basking in excitement amidst the crème de la crème

I remember when my light went so dim

Wallowing in depression and creeping in holes

I remember I was told that such is life

 

I remember when I sought to fill up the void

Against all the false hopes that life gave me

When I blindly walked through a new door

Hoping to put together the scattered puzzles

I remember when I had no bearing on life’s map

 

And I finally remember when I truly found Him

When my life’s true love revealed Himself to me

And walked towards me when I only took a step

I remember when I left behind me, the empty past

When at last I became the ‘me’ I am today

© WARDAH ABBAS 2014

{And Allah wants to lighten for you [your difficulties]; and mankind was created weak.}

The Qur’an, Surah An-Nisaa’ (the women) 4:28

Wardah Abbas is a twenty-something year old self-proclaimed eco–Muslimah based in Nigeria. She is a state attorney and a passionate writer who particularly loves to share lessons from her personal experiences. When Wardah is not writing, volunteering at an event, or hanging out with friends, she can be found at the kitchen table whipping up edible ingredients into skin beauty regimens. She is the Earth Care staff writer for Young Muslimah Magazine. Catch up with her on therosespen.wordpress.com.

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(Dedicated to my mother Mrs. Mariam Nagaria who we lost on 12 June 2014)

 

Beauty and grace personified

Embodiment of tolerance,

Through my Ummi I saw lovely patience,

I thought she was full of elegance!

 

Diabetes and Breast Cancer,

Angina and Blood Pressure,

Yet bravely she fought,

Against all odds!

 

Arthritis in her back,

Her knees and hands,

My mother withstood all,

Nothing made her fall!

 

Nineteen years she spent

As my father’s widow,

She was my life’s shelter,

My prayers’ last door!

 

To Allah tonight I pray,

Plead He’ll make it easy,

Protect her and help her

In her final journey!

 

Inna llillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’oon,

May her grave be a place of ‘sukoon’,

May He lift away all her pains, please,

Give her a lit-up grave and eternal peace!

 

May He grant her peace along with my father 

Highest place in Jannah, from Allah SWT and dear!

Expansion of her grave, more than tolerable, may she have ease,

For her to answer when in front of Him, and may He be pleased!

 

Abu Huraira reported that a person came to Allah, ‘s Messenger (may peace be upon him) and said: Who among the people is most deserving of a fine treatment from my hand? He said: Your mother. He again said: Then who (is the next one)? He said: Again it is your mother (who deserves the best treatment from you). He said: Then who (is the next one)? He (the Holy Prophet) said: Again, it is your mother. He (again) said: Then who? Thereupon he said: Then it is your father. In the hadith transmitted on the authority of Qutalba, there is no mention of the word” the people”.

Sahih Muslim, Book 32, Hadith 6180

A teacher by profession, an MBA by degree and a student of religion,  Khudaija A. Nagaria found refuge and happiness writing, using her passion for serving Islam. Being a freelancer she writes for different magazines and forums. So far her articles and poems have been published in prestigious magazines such as Dawn,  Hiba,  Aailaa and Young Muslimah Magazine, and websites such as Moments of Perfect Clarity, and Muslim Moms. Khudaija is a writer for Muslimaat Magazine and has served as their Marketing Manager and a Contributing Editor. She is an active member of Muslimah Writers Alliance (MWA). She prays her writing be a means of Sadaqa Jaariyah for her deceased parents.

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Every day dawns with Your Name, as the sun rises up with Your praise on my lips.

Every night finds my knees and head on the ground, as You are the First and Last on my mind.

In the stillness of my heart. I speak to You.

And I know You hear me. You answer simply, perfectly. A beautiful touch. A warm smile.
And I feel renewed.

{So exalt [ Allah ] with praise of your Lord and be of those who prostrate [to Him].}

The Qur’an, Surah Al-Hijr (chapter of the rocky tract) 15:98

Saira Anwar shares poetry via her Inspired Poetry Facebook page, she is author of The Death of a Beautiful Dream, and she is a member of the Muslimah Writers Alliance.

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You were the one that protected me no matter what,

You would never even think of leaving me to rot.

Whereas all these people don’t think twice,

They all pretence about being nice!!!!

Everyone is here, not like you were though,

It’s on and off, more like a show.

I wish you were here with me too,

This is why Daddy, I can’t wait to see you.

I thank you for all the knowledge and wisdom we got,

I know this will keep me off the streets, selling that pot.

Wish you could see me grow and progress,

Just remember I’m still your baby girl, nothing less.

We had our fair share of arguments, disagreements, fights,

But thanks to you, we always knew our wrongs from rights.

You were a father and loved us too,

This is why Daddy, I can’t wait to see you.

You were ill; a few things came out of the blue,

That damn hospital is crap, we should sue.

They took you from me, your kids, your wife,

When you were with us, you actually had a life.

But then I think, what would that achieve,

No matter what, you were destined to leave.

You had a special place upstairs, and Allah called you,

This is why Daddy, I can’t wait to see you.

You had pneumonia, cancer, a collapsed lung, 2 strokes and infections,

It was confusing as you kept changing wards and sections.

We saw you good and bad-you fell and rose again,

I lost count of the times you rose, definitely more than ten.

I have to admit I was proud of you, till now I say mashallah,

Just wish I could have done more, like prayed a lot more salah.

We all prayed, some more than others, for you,

This is why Daddy, I can’t wait to see you.

You left with a bit of a struggle and so much more,

They should have investigated it to the core.

I hated you because on the second of May, you stole from me,

You took a big part, I will never be able to see.

That day felt like the end of the world,

I laughed but secretly I could have hurled.

I was smiling for show, crying in the loo,

This is why Daddy, I can’t wait to see you.

The days went by like years,

Everyone cried, and I was there to wipe tears.

I wanted to cry as much as they did,

Instead I laughed and joked like an innocent kid.

I was looked at funny and told to cry,

I said I was fine, and started to believe this lie.

I should have cried but wanted to be strong like you too,

This is why Daddy, I can’t wait to see you.

Days went by, people came and went,

Yet, I always wondered around, in need of your scent.

I couldn’t sleep on your bed or in your room,

I was stuck in darkness, a circle of gloom.

When I finally came around to realising you’re not on holiday,

It was way gone over the month of May.

Till this day, I’m scared to think of you too,

This is why Daddy, I can’t wait to see you.

I get lost in my own world for quite some time,

This is how I got started on this rhyme.

I will always miss your presence,

This is probably why my life is so tense.

I always believe you will come back,

But this is something my mind tends to lack.

So just remember you are always in my heart too,

This is why Daddy, I can’t wait to see you….

{Our Lord, indeed we have heard a caller calling to faith, [saying], ‘Believe in your Lord, ’ and we have believed. Our Lord, so forgive us our sins and remove from us our misdeeds and cause us to die with the righteous.}

The Qur’an, Surah Ali-Imraan (chapter of the family of Imran) 3:193

This is the second of a series insha’Allah of three poems by Humera Amir.

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I Can’t Breathe
Do you see me?
. . . I ask because I’m dying
Can you hear me?
. . . Right before your eyes
Who am I to you?
. . . Often times by your hand
What am I to you?
. . . And you don’t appear to care
I am here
Shouting in silence
Bleeding in misery
Picking up the pieces of my broken family
Does my dark skin scare you?
Is my hijab, to you, a threat?
Look – hands up – don’t shoot!
I surrender
I am human too
See my humanity
Hear my humanity
Know me . . .
We were made of these diversities so that we may know one another
Not so that we may despise one another
I can’t breathe
You’re suffocating me
Where is my brother’s keeper? . . . .

{Then He proportioned him and breathed into him from His [created] soul and made for you hearing and vision and hearts; little are you grateful.}

The Qur’an, Surah As-Sajdah (chapter of the prostration) 32:9

Janette Grant is author of Redemption Song and Co-editor and contributor of The Muslimah Speaks: Her Voice, Her Spirit. She is also a published novelist, the owner of Mindworks Publishing, and a member of the Muslimah Writers Alliance (MWA) and this poem was first published on the MWA blog.

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A Muslim song about Jesus/’Eesa AS to the tune of Away in a Manger:

The birth of a baby is special and dear;

Some celebrate birthdays with joy every year,

But one favoured boy had a miracle birth –

A mercy and sign to all people on earth.

He is the Messiah, upon him be peace,

A messenger prophet, by Allah’s decree:

He spoke in the cradle, breathed life in clay birds;

He healed many people and spread Allah’s words.

Although there’s no Eid for him or special day,

We’re mindful of ‘Eesa each time that we pray,

For peace on one prophet means peace on them all

And prayer with belief is the message they called.

{And there is none from the People of the Scripture but that he will surely believe in Jesus before his death. And on the Day of Resurrection he will be against them a witness.}

The Qur’an, Surah An-Nisaa’ (chapter of the women) 4:159

Elizabeth Lymer is author of Islamic Nursery Rhymes and Religious Rhyme Time. She frequently shares nursery rhymes via her YouTube channel, Rhymes and Stories website,  and Islamic Nursery Rhymes Facebook page, and has recently started blogging on Goodreads, where these song lyrics were published. She is also Editor of Young Muslimah Magazine and a member of the Muslimah Writers Alliance.

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O, how I love wearing my crown jewel.

To protect and connect me with The Protecting One,

And to shade me from the wrath of this cruel world’s deception.

This is my faith, my choice and my haven.

In this materialistic world where we live, your worth is judged and your looks sneered at.

My crown covers me from this world’s gaze, but why must society set this ablaze?

This is my protection and connection with the light.

We are guided by the Quran with its uplifting comfort,

Its spiritual sustenance and abundance.

I call out to The Glorious and I kneel down to pray,

Asking Him to ease my pathway.

My jewel is my crown; I wear it to guard my modesty,

To help me gain purity and security from evil eyes.

It’s my well guarded pearl, draped like an embrace from above, and finely covered.

Because we are jewels with purity, maturity and beauty that’s undiscovered.

And remember your Lord within yourself in humility and in fear without being apparent in speech – in the mornings and the evenings. And do not be among the heedless.

The Qur’an, Surah Al-’A’raaf (Chapter of the heights) 7:205

Saira Anwar is from Manchester, England and is trained and qualified as a nursery nurse, childminder/centre worker. She is also a recognised creative poet and author. Dedicating her time to writing and sharing inspirational content online, through her service ‘Saira Anwar Inspired Poetry’. She continues to inspire many people everyday. She has had several poems recognised for creativity, originality, imagery and expression  as a result she has had many published works to date.

http://www.sairaanwar.co.uk/

https://www.facebook.com/inspiredpoetry

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O My Rubb

The world comes with its imperfection,

And taunts me for my faults,

Judging me for my flaws,

Merciless with its claws,

While You, despite Your perfection,

Console me with Your compassion,

Judging me by the best of my actions,

As I strive on Your path.

 

O My Rubb,

What would I have done,

Had you left me at this world’s mercy,

Letting me wallow in self pity,

Had You ever forsaken me?

But You show only acceptance,

When I turn to you in repentance,

So why would I not show appreciation,

As I strive on Your path.

“Those who have believed and whose hearts are assured by the remembrance of Allah. Unquestionably, by the remembrance of Allah hearts are assured.”

The Qur’an, Surah Ar-Ra’d (Chapter of the thunder) 13:28

Rahma K is a freelance writer and Deputy Editor at Muslimaat Magazine. She also shares short reflections on Muslimaat Facebook page regularly.

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A beautiful night

A dream

That seemed so real

A cock’s crow

Depriving me of fantasies

 

An inspiration

Travelling

Beyond the dream world

The wonderful sight

Still enthralls me

 

Beyond flowing garments

The beautiful Ummah

Strikes me more

The humility

Sways me off my feet

 

Selfless people

Whose greetings

Convey a strong prayer

Lofty ideologies and magnificent virtues

Provoke my anxiety

 

An unknown force

A strange voice

Beckons me on

To comb the narrow roads

To find my dream

 

They ask me

About my sleepless nights

They know all

About my adventures

But I am scared

 

I can’t fail

To embark

On this treasure hunt

But my voice travels far

Across borders

 

My voice

Reaches their souls

They know the why

They understand my sweat

But they turn their backs

 

Brothers and sisters

Folding their arms

Cold stares at me

I can’t help but tremble

Will I find my dream?

And upon Allah let the believers rely.

The Qur’an, Surah Al-Maa’idah (Chapter of the table spread) 5:11

Wardah Abbas is the Earth Care writer for Young Muslimah Magazine, she writes for SISTERS Magazine, and she celebrates Islam and highlights issues affecting women on her blog.

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Sisters, this poem is for you,

So I can share what I know too.

I hope this does touch a nerve,

As this poem has a purpose to serve.

 

Every day we complain about what is wrong,

To get through it, we will listen to a song.

Very rarely do we pick up our holy book,

This sisters, is something Allah will not overlook.

 

We have other priorities or ‘don’t have time’,

We’re busy making pounds, cents or a dime.

We tend to forget who we should be grateful to,

Grateful, to the one and only Allah – this isn’t something new.

 

We are constantly put through tests and trials,

Our deed list is never-ending and goes on for miles.

We miss our salah because we are doing other things,

Responding to texts, calls, whatsapp msgs and pings.

 

I agree we live in this dunya, and every day is a fight,

This is why, we as an ummah, need to stay tight.

We need to shield our religion; appreciate and respect it,

Following the Qur’an and the Sunnah, is the only pathway lit.

 

We see our brothers and sisters struggling,

But this is a long-term, worldwide thing.

There is a risk of us all straying from our deen,

So we all need to make an effort and be keen.

 

We have so much and take advantage of everything,

We should follow Allah’s Islamic law, not that of any king.

We don’t appreciate the little things, or every morning we wake,

Let alone appreciating every single breath we take.

 

Being grateful will not hurt us, ruin us or break us down,

So why do we turn our deen into a joke? You are not a clown.

We need to learn to respect Islam and its beauty,

Being a Muslim, this is our duty.

 

We need to better ourselves for the aakhirah,

Take a second, to look back at ourselves in the mirror.

We should use ourselves as our motivation and our tool,

Look back and ask yourself this one question: WHY AM I NOT GRATEFUL?
Humera Amir  is a young poet; she has more poems scheduled for publication by Young Muslimah Magazine.

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Today

You have opened

My heart

To grief.

Oh, Lord!

And I will

Just let it be.

 

I have seen

Many bomb blasts.

Torn apart bodies.

Grimacing faces.

 

I have seen

Fire and smoke

That rise up

Above the city.

 

Like a menacing monster.

 

I have grown

Numb.

I have absorbed

Too much death

And destruction.

 

A man carrying

An ash-coloured thing

That was once

A human baby.

 

A little girl

In red

Collecting her books

Buried in the rubble

That was once

Her home.

 

My eyes are

Bleeding.

There is no rescue.

There is no respite.

 

What have we done

To ourselves?

 

Today I am open

To grief.

And I shy away

From harrowing tales

Of an oppressed people.

 

We do not forget.

We look away

Lest our bubble bursts.

 

History repeats itself.

And this much I know –

Good times will prevail

Again.

 

I have grown numb.

Out of my numbness

Grows determination.

Like the promise

Of a big tree

Hidden inside

A tiny seed.

 

I shy away

From scrolling screens

That offer

Bits and pieces

Of carnage here.

And massacre there.

 

Lost dreams,

Shattered houses,

Messed up minds

Of children in shock.

 

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Quite a mouthful,

No?

 

What can I offer

To this world?

These are

Troubled times.

 

I am losing

My grip

On everyday things.

 

Deadlines,

Promises,

Responsibilities.

I am nowhere to be found.

 

Just for some time.

Let me be lost

In the nowhere space

Inside my head.

 

Let me stare

Blankly

At nothing at all.

 

Perhaps

All I need is

Just a little break.

 

To collect myself

Again.

 

I can feel

The uneasy stillness

Before a storm

That is brewing.

 

Inside

Me.

“Our Lord, pour upon us patience and let us die as Muslims [in submission to You].”

The Qur’an, Surah Al-’A’raaf (Chapter of the heights) 7:126

Sanjida Shaheed publishes her poetry on her blog Eight Feet Tall where this poem was first published. Four of her poems have been published in the anthology The Muslimah Speaks: Her Voice, Her Spirit book 1. Sanjida is self-employed at Studio Hubb, which is her studio where she designs for deen, aiming to spread the message of Islam creatively. www.studiohubb.com. She is also the Founder and CEO of Muslimah Creatives, which is THE hub for creative Muslim women. www.muslimahcreatives.com.

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I have read about children who cannot sing

With their friends who died from orange fired

Rockets with yellow edges and have been

Buried under the earth and its green grass

Under the noses, eyes, ears and blue stars

Of people who talk like they’re indigo

And sing violets to their friends.

And I have noted the red blood.

When the earth is shaken with its [final] earthquake

And the earth discharges its burdens

And man says, “What is [wrong] with it?” –

That Day, it will report its news

The Qur’an, Surah Az-Zalzalah (Chapter of the earthquake) 99:1–4

Elizabeth Lymer is Editor of Young Muslimah Magazine, where – as you can see – she is happy to publish poetry. (Check out http://youngmuslimahmagazine/submissions.) She writes nursery rhymes prolifically and is looking forward to the launch of her collection of Abrahamic rhymes next month insha’Allah. This poem was first published on her writer’s website.

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I am the rose that grew from seeds

That budded from clay, soil, water, soul, light and creation.

I am a product of my beloved.

What you thought would kill me

Only served to make me stronger.

I’ve evolved into a strong warrior;

I’m one of a kind.

My thorns fortified with terror,

My wounds faded from the pain,

And all the other scars

Formed from the travesty of my existence.

This is not lost on me.

There is beauty in the midst of my beloved,

And within the essence of mankind.

I don’t belong in the past and never did.

Wisdom I have absorbed

From rains never to come again.

Before I close my eyes, the nights

Are spent in prayer and reflection

In my sujood I pray

And my heart pours out

A million Thanks

To Almighty God

For the infinite blessings

That are always bestowed upon me

From every corner that surrounds me.

I bow down in prayers

In gratitude for the miracles of my beloved –

For what’s around me,

Realising how blessed I am,

And with a grateful prayer,

I allow myself

To be happy and thankful

For the wonderful things I have

Been gifted with –

Embraced by –

And I cherish this

In my heart

As it provides me with the strength, energy and hope

I’ll need for the next season of my beautiful journey.

So exalt [Allah] with praise of your Lord and be of those who prostrate [to Him].

Surah Al-Hijr (The Rocky Tract) 15:98

Saira Anwar shares her writing via her Inspired Poetry Facebook page.

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She writes with water.

Mechanics stand among her words

Calling them oil stains as they loosen

And reconstruct them.

Scientists angle beside her sentences

Casting fish chosen to eat

Patterns they can predict.

But there are some survivors who swim in rhythm

With each stroke of her pen

To keep their breath.

Upon the water that she writes they travel

From survival

To healing.

And seek help through patience and prayer, and indeed, it is difficult except for the humbly submissive [to Allah].

Surah Al-Baqarah (The Cow) 2:45

Maria Limehouse writes cathartic posts on her blog where this poetic truth was first published.

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Elizabeth Lymer sorry repeated

When Elizabeth Lymer was young she often wrote sorry notes, either in place of, or as openings for, giving verbal apologies. Recently she found herself compelled to use this method of apology again, in an email to someone she was working with on a project but had never met

Elizabeth Lymer lettersI wrote my apology poem at night, unable to contemplate sleep until I had tried to follow my mistakes with an attempt at doing something good. I had inadvertently offended my sister in Islam. My intentions had been good – Allah knows best – but I had not taken good care over my actions: I had rushed and therefore had neither spent long enough in my sister’s shoes to understand her position nor very long on forming my own words into a thoughtful enquiry about what I didn’t understand.

Elizabeth Lymer sorryAlhamdulillah after receiving my poem the sister forgave me and Allah granted me a learning experience through my mistakes, in addition to the enormous blessing of being guided to tearful, heartfelt repentance to Him in salah.

Here is the untitled poem I sent:

Just a matter of hours ago

You and I were connected

By words of harmony

That bridge religions.

Just a matter of hours ago

You and I stood together

In the face of religion-inspired bullying

In our childhoods –

Yours far worse than mine.

Just a matter of hours ago

We shared a page.

But then a matter of words

Came between us.

New words piled on top of

Our old ones.

Breaking, crushing, splitting

Our words of harmony and connection

And our hearts.

I threw the first new

And unwanted word.

Let me try to

Mend our brokenness.

Let me tell you again

That I’m sorry I hurt you,

Hurried over you,

Pressed your words

With new ones

To breaking point.

I’m sorry I didn’t even

Take the time to keep

Sensitive to your vulnerability

Around your words,

Your poem, your past,

That I hurried over you,

And pressed your words

To breaking point.

I’m sorry.

A matter of broken words and hearts may

Not be fixable with words,

But my heart longs to try,

And age-old words of sorry are all I have

To give you to ask to take my new words away.

xxx

Kind speech and forgiveness are better than charity followed by injury. And Allah is Free of need and Forbearing.

The Qur’an, Surah Al-Baqarah (Chapter of the cow) 2:263

Elizabeth Lymer is author of Islamic Nursery Rhymes and regularly shares rhyming poetry for young families on her blog, including rhymes for saying sorry. She is Editor of Young Muslimah Magazine and is looking forward to receiving submissions for the ‘I Love Manners’ series inshaAllah http://www.youngmuslimahmagazine.com/submissions

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Saira Anwar expresses her dependence upon Allah through poetry

Saira Anwar sea lights

The Guiding Light

You’re the one that guided me.
When I was lost in the darkness of light.
When I was adrift on a sea of doubt and lost in hope.
You were my strength.

You were one who heard
my cry for help when
my words were held within.
You were the one who
calmed me when my world came crashing in.

You are the one I talked
to when no-one understood.
You’re the one that walked
with me in my darkest times.

You held my trembling hand.

You are the one who heard
and saw my pain and lifted
me up in my weakest
and painful times.

You made me who I am today.
Your blessings carved me
into a person with
a towering strength.

Unquestionably, by the remembrance of Allah hearts are assured.

The Qur’an, Surah Ar-Ra’d (Chapter of the thunder) 13:28

Saira Anwar shoreSaira Anwar is from Manchester, England and is trained and qualified as a nursery nurse, childminder/centre worker. She is also a recognised creative poet and author. Dedicating her time to writing and sharing inspirational content online, through her service ‘Saira Anwar Inspired Poetry’. She continues to inspire many people everyday. She has had several poems recognised for creativity, originality, imagery and expression  as a result she has had many published works to date.

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Sabeeha mountains

Sabeeha Parack uses poetry to reflect upon her relationship with Allah subhana wa ta’ala (glorified and exalted be He)

Sabeeha sunset

In His Praise

My closest confidant are you,
A power deep within.
Oh Allah, In your praise,
Where shall I possibly begin?

You know what thought runs in my mind,
You know what I shall be.
You know me more than I could know,
My every breath do you see.

In sickness do you stand by me,
You bless me more in health.
You care for me when no one’s around,
It only increases when people are there.

For a loving father have you blessed me with,
My mother’s love a fraction of yours.
Brothers and sisters who stay by me,
To whom can I my heart pour.

Like a shadow do you accompany me,
A constant reminder inside.
There’s no denying your presence around.
Where could I from myself hide?

I see you in the morning light,
I see you in the eve.
I see you all throughout the day
I see you as I sleep.

You’re present in the sound of the wind,
You’re present as I write,
Watching as I submit my will,
In prayer shall I abide.

Your kindness is exemplary,
Your full might I shan’t know.
Your guidance helps me through my life,
Seeds of hope do you sow.

You believe the best of me always,
You teach me how to forgive.
Your love for me knows no bound,
Beyond this life that I live.

For in the afterlife you’ve said,
For those who shan’t sin.
Shall catch a little glimpse of me,
If my heart shall you win.

Sabeeha mosque

[All] praise is [due] to Allah, Lord of the worlds

The Qur’an, Surah Al-Fatihah (Chapter of the opening) 1:2

Sabeeha Parack blogs at: http://midnightscribbless.blogspot.in/

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