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Palestine
by Kalsoom Altaf
GBR
 

A garden of beautiful scents,
Camping under the sky and sleeping in zipped tight tents.
Laughing and joking while starring at the beautiful sky,
Watching the birds flap their wings as they fly by.
Drinking and eating our own good food,
Having everything we need to live with-nothing to include.
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A garden of beautiful scents,
Camping under the sky and sleeping in zipped tight tents.
Laughing and joking while starring at the beautiful sky,
Watching the birds flap their wings as they fly by.
Drinking and eating our own good food,
Having everything we need to live with-nothing to include.
This isn't my life, but rather the life I dream of every night,
But alas all this is out of sight.
While you may be after wealth and power,
This is what I seek-
An ocean of wonder to surround me,
This is what I call being free,
Living far from any criticism,
Bathing and drinking clean nourishing water,
Not being held against the law for too much laughter.
The feeling of freedom and to do what I please,
To no longer hear the word …"freeze"
When will a barrier fall between this life of war,
For sometimes I fear I can't take it anymore.
I don't see freedom except when my mind is asleep, and my eyes are shut,
Though when open most of the time I only see this almost lifeless hut.
Almost lifeless because I believe there is still hope,
Hope that one day Palestine will one day be free,
Free with our own democracy.
Freedom to move and speak,
To have the power to live the life we seek!
Apart from hope dreams are all I have now,
No school to enjoy, no land to plough.
You've robbed me from my happiness,
You've taken away my innocence.
You see me cry every night,
But still you insist on calling Palestine to fight.
You've taken from me what I have struggled to earn,
But know that in me the fire of hope will always burn.
Yes-I wish you'd stop these childish and dangerous games,
And look at yourself for truly you are to blame.
Yes-it is my wish and I pray it comes true.
Yes-One day we will be free, you'll see.
At times I may seem weak and on the urge to break up,
But I'll keep on going for surely I am with the help of my Rabb!



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Departure
by Shafi Khaled
USA
 

Hold me
hold me in your heart
for in your eyes
you will behold me no  longer
I will be long gone
beyond touch
or greeting
like the peonies of spring post a shower or two
past summers
past tides and waves
past birthdays
past anniversaries
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Hold me
hold me in your heart
for in your eyes
you will behold me no  longer
I will be long gone
beyond touch
or greeting
like the peonies of spring post a shower or two
past summers
past tides and waves
past birthdays
past anniversaries
like cranes that fly in during winter
and are long gone as the bleak sky lifts
even tears become flaky lines of salt
once wiped away
then what trace is left of the pain
but  just the memory
whimpers are sobs gone flat
choking subsides
arms grow limp
clenched fists relax
the pillows dry
handkerchiefs fly away in the wind
the roses bleed
not with their rosiness
but as their petals drop
one by one
until they're  just a bunch of stumps
the Sun sets
the Moon wanes
laughter dies
honeymoons end
so, it is nothing strange
that I should leave
I would have loved to tarry a little longer
but I have been hurried along
I will miss the next Suhur
the next Eid
O' how I wish to have made the Hajj
but it will have to wait
you go along without me
remember me when you don the Ihram
reach for Zamzam's delicious drops
while moving in circles
and roaming between Safa and Marwa
remember me at the Maqam of Ibrahim
and at the Rawza of the Habib
ask him to watch out for me
I am Palestine
I died so that Jerusalem should live!



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Islam is a Rose
by Ashher Masood
USA
 

Islam is a rose,
glistening in the heart of a field.

Always the hardest to acheive,
but the most rewarding of the yeild.

For you see, like Islam, the rose is a beauty,
only when watered and cared for.

But when shunned and neglected,
the rose withers into ugliness, no... Read More

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Islam is a rose,
glistening in the heart of a field.

Always the hardest to acheive,
but the most rewarding of the yeild.

For you see, like Islam, the rose is a beauty,
only when watered and cared for.

But when shunned and neglected,
the rose withers into ugliness, nothing more.

So, we must care for the rose,
and be the best sheild.

For Islam is a rose,
glistening in the heart of a field.



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Signs
by Muhammad Zalgaonker
CAN
 

Signs arise in trepidation
Tempering the soul of this nation
In combat with moral contemplation

At a loss of divination
Hearts are devoid; deprived of islamic comprehension
Leading to self expiration

Assembled rows upon rows
Opposite our worldy foes
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Signs arise in trepidation
Tempering the soul of this nation
In combat with moral contemplation

At a loss of divination
Hearts are devoid; deprived of islamic comprehension
Leading to self expiration

Assembled rows upon rows
Opposite our worldy foes
What do we really know?

The day draws ever near
At a loss of the ultimate fear

Buildings built so high
Touching the heavenly sky

Yet Iman so weak
Fueling the increase of mortal freaks

A time soon to pass
Replaced with those who desire the everlast

Wake up before repentance is sealed
And you have no coin to make a deal

Allah is with the pure
Those who posses the tear

So take up the sign
Before you find yourself in a strange unforgivable bind



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Once Upon A Time
by Khadija Mohamed
GBR
 

I once came to a place not far away
Where every sunrise brought a cheerful day
Where people came together big and small
And rush to make prayer with every call

I once saw smiley faces with every tear drop
And I could hear the Adan from the mountain top
all this in a place not far away
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I once came to a place not far away
Where every sunrise brought a cheerful day
Where people came together big and small
And rush to make prayer with every call

I once saw smiley faces with every tear drop
And I could hear the Adan from the mountain top
all this in a place not far away
i wish i could go there every day
 
I sat on my bed knowing it was a dream
To bring it to life, i could only deem
I'm back to this life being careful where I step
Knowing my future is decided with every next step
 
I'm back in a place full of hopes and dreams
Where everything is not as it seems
Where cursing and screaming is everyday talk
And seeing unpleasant faces where ever i walk

I once dreamt a place were dreams come true
And everyone has a lot to do
A place I know I can call home
a place I know I will never be alone

I once felt my heart fill with light
When I joined the prayers deep in the night
A place that's snug, nice and warm
A place I know I'm safe from doom

My soul is shaken with words of fear
I have not prayed and sunrise is near
What excuses do I have that will be accepted?
What if from Jannah I am rejected

To think of the hereafter it feels like a crime
Yet we're not careful with what we do with our time
If I take life serious they'll say I'm not cool
And I better not rush when I hear the prayer call

In my sleeps of peace everyone is grateful
And teach us to God we should be thankful
They always remind me to go and pray
And say Alhamdulilah everyday

In this world of wonder you have never seen
it's a place i know you would love to of been
a place thats sweet, comforting and caring
a place thats calm, soft and sharing

We asked God for help and still turned away
In the hereafter we'll be asked about that day
We say our life is hard yet not know real pain
And when little things touch us we start to complain

in this world we live in, its like a prision
and the hereafter is what we should make our mission
Allah calls to us by night and by day
and we should hear this call and answer it all the way



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