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As time melts away like a candle,
And as the silent clock counts the times we are wasteful,horrid and sinful,
Let it remind us that we all have an allocated time,
To repent,
make the most of what we have,
To love and care for each other,
and pray for each other,
and to remind ourselves that our friendship is just as precious as our time.



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Time lapses yet still the same,

love for him has not changed,

for though trees sway,

winds blow gentle,

leaves fall array,

sunsets golden hues,

my beloved seeps through,


Not the green foliage,

moss,fog, or due,

could hide the truth,the path, he showed us to


For though night turns ebony,

enemies scheme--time flees,

leaves blow with the breeze,

liquid drops awaken many.


He taught the truth that twinkles,

shimmers,glimmers through the night,

so beautiful, explicit, meaningful and simplistic


Told all to seek knowledge,

help the weak, give to needy,

reember Allah through good and bad times,

do what is right,forbid what is evil


All words sent by Gibreel,

to one who prayed for his people,

cried for his peaople,

dared to teach truth to his people

warning those who will listen, those who will heed,

of the Most High,

The Supreme,



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His nimble fingers on six-string guitars
Made myths in a month --
With riffs like Rhodes' Colossus,
Leads like fire from Prometheus delivered to the people.
The ancient Greeks would gape:
He played packed stadiums
Of stamping, clapping crowds,
Surrounded by amplifier Argonauts;
They went deaf in droves for love of the man.
He invented the '70's
With the reputation of a demigod,
Debauchery outdoing decline-era Rome.

But was Jason just to Medea?
What rapes
Rest on Hercules' heroic shoulders?

Muhammad had no hits, no wedding-songs,
Wasn't a Woodstock performer;
But he helped with the chores
And sewed his own clothes,
Sent a messenger of
Soft kisses and words.

(Footnote:Peace be upon him. The others listed were heroes
of Greek myth. Woodstock was a 60's rock festival.)




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The deepest part of my soul silently screams
As I swim between the earths holiest streams

I often wonder when and where ill be set free
Life tries to be one big mystery?

But I know the answer lies in his history
His presence awakens me, spiritually

It's so hard to cope physically
Although he brings me so much tranquility
I am put to shame as I have no sincerity

Some say, you're treading on dangerous territory!
I challenge those with the slightest hesitancy!

For his life was declared for our very existence
He aids us when we are in need of dire assistance

Some see him with in an instance
I feel he calls for my very existence

The deepest part of my soul silently screams
As I stand between my lords holiest streams

His soul viewed only by the sophisticated
His eyes are a sign that he is educated
His ears only hear that which is illuminated

His tongue speaks truth that could never be fabricated
His hands only touched those who are fascinated
His heart with Wahy penetrated

It puts me to shame knowing we are related
As he is the reason we have all been created!


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If I love the Prophet
then I do so as a thief and scoundrel,
taking his holy legacy for granted
as I might
water
or my mother
while aware, even now,
that without these things
life would be impossible.


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It is of courage
To refrain from nonsense,
When others do business with it,
To stand up for the innocent Prophet
Who is being abused.

It is of cowardice
To portray dishonestly
When truth is naked like moon,
In disguise of boundless freedom
One painted a Mercy like a shame.

It is of commonsense
To understand the open fact
That a lonely Orphan of barren Arabia,
Who conquered millions of real braves,
Never took a life ever freed the slaves.

It is of Commandments
To embrace the Truth
That the Son of Amina purified,
What the Son of Merry brought for mankind,
And urged all for Peace the final testament.

It is of conviction
To do something good
Against what is wrong,
Although a majority may be doing it
Remember! the real judge is the heart inside you.

It is of courtesy
To live for others as Muhammad,
The unlettered shepherd, king of hearts,
Loved all others like his brothers
And topped the list of the hundred of all fathers.


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In the name of my Allah I begin
The Most Merciful, The Most Kind.

For it was Allah, who delivered the Best of Creation,
To the whole of Mankind

How great is His favour, for us to see.
For Truth has arrived, and falsehood will flee.

Your sweat is sweeter than the scent of a rose.
Upon your honour, do I compose this prose.

May every blessing be upon thee, O sweet and beautiful Madani

May all parents be sacrificed upon you
May the love for everyone be you

Even my lord loves you the most
A guy asked, my lord, if you love nabi so much
Why the Kalmia begin with you
Allah said, oh my servant, I want your tongue to be clean by my name
And than you can say the name of my Prophet (P.B.U.H)

Oh dearer Prophet (P.B.U.H)

You helped me to see, that besides Allah, there is No other Divinity, And for you and yours, I have great affinity.

Without your love, O Madani, my heart is lost, and in a muddle.

Every time I cry, and for thee shed a tear:
I long to see thou, O, to be so near!

You have taught me it is Allah I should fear,
But it is only by loving you, O sweet Madani, that we shall draw near.

O sweet Madani, you have turned our darkness into a guiding Light,

You are more than a human
With the knowledge and full with love

Sometime I imagine if you had not been here
This world would treat women as a trash

I long to see the day, when I can be near your side.
I will stand and recite Darud.
It will be my honour, and my pride.



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Upon you, your ashiqs lavish great praise
To those who do not understand
they simply dismiss this as a craze.

I swear by Almighty Allah, that I will never stop,
reciting your Darud, until the day I do drop.

All praise and worship is for Allah,
For bestowing the honour on me.
Of being from the Umma, of the blessed Madani.

Excuse me if I cry, O Sayyid of Madina.
To behold your radiant face, that the Sahaba used to see.
What an honour it will be, for an unworthy one, such as me.

You traveled the Seven Heavens, and your eyes did not lie.
For Jibril could not pass, but you, O Madani, glided by

How can anyone deny Allah’s love for you, O sweet Madani?
Whose name has He risen above, for all to see

For it is your blessed name, that is besides Allah’s Majesty.
It has been placed there, for the whole of Mankind to see.

The Lord of the World’s called you Rafun and Rahim.
But still yet, some cannot see,
The majesty and honour, that Allah has bestowed upon thee!

So you see, the Love of Rasul has an exceptional rule
Love him more than yourself until then, we are all just fools

InshAllah, upon us there will be Allah’s Karam,
And you, O Madani, will be our hearts Mehram.

May every moment be spent in saying your Darud
May I never leave sense, of the Madinan Hadud.

I wish that my destiny, be tied with Madina.
For there is the Prophet, and blessed Sakinah



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Lots of whom have tried to compare
As he was the best, the one known for being fair
The best of men to walk the earth
Couldn't come close to his Worth
He is well known for his kindness and honesty
He taught us all the value of modesty
His value can't be explained in writings or words
As he is the Imaam ul Umbeya of all of the Worlds
He was honest and fair right from the start
Allah introduced the Quran and made him understand from the heart
He spread Islam at the speed of light
Let everyone know the difference between wrong and right
He showed us how to choose the right path
So we can be protected from Allah's wrath
Through him was sent to us the Holy Quran
To help teach us and strengthen our Imaan
Praises seem like they are never enough
For what he has done has been extremely tough
What a tough test he had to face
For his Ummah he used to dua day and night
For the believers to see the light (hidayat)
He left us his hadiths to learn insha-Allah
So we can follow his footsteps to enter Jannah
He is the last prophet of Allah (SAW)
Praise be to our Prophet Ya Rasoolallah!



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It is so common for everyone to see you oh Blessed Prophet (peace be upon you)..
Will there ever be a time for me?
Is it my diseased heart that prevents you to visit me?
Or that the outcome would be that I will fill with pride?
Wanting to be safe from Jahanam..
Intentions need to be more pure..
A need for more love for Madinah..
Will I ever understand..?
InshaAllah ya Rasool (peace be upon you) I shall see you..
Please forgive me..
I hope that you bless me with your nasiha
and inshaAllah I will have the courage to fulfill your advise..


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