Notice them when they are sleeping
Curtains drawn on the stage of sight
Worries drowned in the realm of mind
And vocals resting in the cave of quiet

Notice them when they are awake
Limbs moving on the body of world
Worries piling on the desk of brain
And words thrown with every move

Notice them when they are praying
Eyes lifted towards the roof of earth
Thoughts bathing in divine rain
And lips moving with gentle pain

Notice them when they are sinning
Features vanishing from the sheet of face
Thoughts struck by blind lightening
And tongue shouting without reason

Notice people on the face of earth
Playing the game of life
Tensed by its higher levels
Still fighting and hoping to strive.

A letter from the heart, to my beloved Sisters in Islam;

Did you see the news yesterday?
have you heard what's going on?
So much pain and so much suffering,
somebody please tell me, where has all the Love gone?

Islam once more is under scrutiny,
blamed again by all the media and press.
For terrorist plans, fighting and killing,
we can only watch with helplessness.

Innocent Muslims under arrest,
innocent Muslims dying.
Innocent Muslims persecuted,
while the disbelievers are thriving.

Our beautiful and perfect Islam,
is being torn apart at the seams.
And the possibility of a United Ummah,
is present only in ones dreams.

But who is to blame for the destruction?
all over the world, making such a mess.
Who is to blame for ultimate chaos?
let us maybe take a guess.

Is it Tony Blair or the World Summit?
is it America's President Bush?
Is it the people belonging to other faiths?
is it maybe, possibly, Us?

Have we fated our own destiny?
and fallen off the righteous path?
To concerned with frivolous issues,
completely failing to fear Allah's wrath.

I now sense you are thinking...
"well, what have we Muslims possibly done wrong"?
But just pause for a moment,
and think about just how we get along.

The sad truth is that we don't,
and we don't have time for defence against others.
As we are far far too busy,
judging and fighting our very own sisters and brothers.

Which sect are you part of?
which Mosque is it you go too?
What school of thought do you follow?
Mmmmm, I can't be seen then sitting with you!

There are 73 sects in Islam,
and even each of those are further divided.
Into this group, that group, and the other group,
Islam once 'One' has become many sided.

Are you Sunni? Are you Shi'a?
are you Wahabi or Taliban?
This is not the teachings of beautiful Islam,
This is not the teachings of the Holy Qu'ran.

Why label each other or yourself?
don't make life for other Muslims tough.
Regardless of type or country,
we are all Muslims -- isn't that good enough?

Don't you see that's why the west is winning?
and why the Muslims are so weak.
We are to busy not talking to each other,
Forgiveness in Allah is what we must seek.

For if we all came together,
and stood as 'One HUGE United front'.
We would no longer be separate and small,
and no more, the target of this hunt.

Look at the person sitting next to you,
she is the same as you and every Muslim other.
Embrace lovingly into the fold of all Islam,
every Muslim sister and brother.

Come together all Muslim countries,
from both near and afar.
Come together all followers of one Islam,
unite in Peace for the Love of Allah.

Stand together as one true religion,
stand with your neighbours, family and friends.
Show this world how united we are,
Islam... is our answer... and complete means to an end.

When meeting any Muslim sister,
and to ensure the start of peace is truly begun.
Open your heart as wide as your arms,
And say... my dear sister... Assalaam o Alikum.

The word Islam translated into English means Peace. May we create it soon... Inshallah.

Her right foot graciously extends from the step to the pavement
As the gates of the mosque remain behind her
And the gust of wind plays with her hijab
Her identity; one unmasked
Her modesty; gently ensured
Her passion lies secretly in her heart.
A heart shrouded by the security
Of the symbol of her garments
Yet, represented in all that she does.
   
Her reflection darting from one shop window to the next
She smiles as she serenely imagines
The wind violently surging through her horse's white mane
As she steadily carries the flag of Islam into the battle field
How obvious a Jihad is her imagination
Yet she is currently doing the same
With every glance in her direction
Allah Ta'ala's message reflected
Oh how the light shines!
 
They judge her without seeing
The intellect within
Neglecting the message which runs through her veins
Ignorant to the courage it takes
To carry the flag of Islam.

Barely a step
outside my door
and I am a
wayfarer
dusty

plotting my course
on a crowded road

en masse
we move along
they are dancing
and I am
caught in the sway
of their mocking

but my feet
find dirt untrodden
and my heart
beats the rhythm
of the soldier's march

La Illaha illah Allah
Muhammad Rasoul Allah 

In every sacred deed
In every sacred step
In every sacred word
And every sacred breath

Ummati is infused
Ummati pervades
Ummati dominates
Ummati determines

From the very first day
To the bloody shoes of Taif
To the lost teeth of Uhud
To the very last breath
To the plains of Hashr

Ummati, Ummati
The cries of the soul
Troubled
In blissful agony
Of obedience

Yet Ummati flounders
Ummati blunders
Ummati forgets
Ummati ignores

Forgets the pain
Of the stones at Taif
The spears of Uhud
The agonies of death
The dread of Hashr

Ummati
Ummati
A cry in the wilderness
Of stony hearts
And greedy souls

Ummati
Ummati