Life has really changed.
Gone are the days
Where people used to say
'Aww your face is so sweet and smooth'.  

Gone are the days
Where it took ages,
To shape my sideburns
And shave all the facial hair.
 
Gone are the days
Of beauty, charm and attraction
As the beard is now,
A symbol of terrorism and backwardness.   

People see me now,
As something strange and weird.
My relatives often make fun of me,
By asking who broke your heart?   

My distant friends ask me,
Did you join any terrorist camp?
My close friends at times make fun of me
'Hey man, blades are very cheap nowadays'   

Women often ask me,
Why don't you shave that ugly beard
And be like a charming superstar?
You look boring!   

I feel sorry for my sisters
As their minds are now totally corrupted
Inside the web of clean-shaved star icons,
As they're the new age 'trend setters'.

But very few know
That I follow a superstar.
His name is Muhammed,
The forgotten hero.   

And I have no regrets
As he has taught me,
'This world is prison for a believer
And paradise for a non-believer.'   

So wake up, O muslim youth!
Remember our heroes, The Prophets and the Sahabahs
Remember, this world is a testing place
And don't let your senses to deceive you.   

So be proud to imitate,
The Prophetic style
For he has commanded us,
'Grow your beards and trim your moustaches'.   

And he who loves his Sunnah,
Has indeed loved him.
And he who loves him,
Will be with him in Paradise !

The Beloved, how might have he appeared
A perfect face, and long flowing beard
His flawless features were God's boon
And more perfect was he than a full moon
His cheeks were full and his eyes were black
Lean was he, with a seal on his back.
Shall I inform you of one thing more?
The feature of his I most adore:
His mouth was wide and his teeth had space
Yet that smile of his beamed heavenly grace
Blessed by it they were like a newborn child
For they were able to see my Prophet smile.
 
He struggles at school, trying to fit in
Unaware of the angel that lies within him.
He sees others around him getting high
And sees there is no one around him to deny
One taste, he thinks, it will be pure joy
His attempted deception, ah, so coy
He has a friend who gives it to him real cheap
And when it's finished, he begins to weep
He wanted heaven but all he found was hell
And he thinks now how far he has fell
His guilt eats at him for his addiction so vile-
Alas, if only he could see his Prophet smile
 
She reveals herself for others to see
What had once been an immaculate beauty
Full of promise she once was
Now she hates what she does
She throws aside the cloth she once wore
Looking for love at strangers' doors
She thinks they love her when they call
With sweet words and lies in the hall
With each new love, she thinks she's found peace
Not knowing she just sinned with a son of Iblis
I wonder if she would have done this all the while
If only she could see her Prophet smile!
 
He awakes before dawn and makes his prayer
When you see him at the masjid, he's the first one there
Miswak in hand and pants worn high
When the imam recites you can hear him cry
Jovial is he and helping those in need
But all this belies his most hideous deed
For he returns to his house, full of rage
Like a hellion let loose from its cage
His acts done outside are all in vain
For what he does to her is a shame
The same hands that pray to his Lord
Leave her battered and bruised without accord
He sees tears from her face stream like the Nile
If only he could see his Prophet smile
 
She covers herself and prays on time
From afar she looks nearly sublime
If you saw her, you wouldn't think she was mean
You wouldn't see that she is a gossip queen
She tells everyone who will listen what she heard
Secrets escape her like an uncaged bird
Unable she is to keep things to herself
Unworried is she about her spiritual health?                                                        
The happiness of others, she cannot stand
Then what else shall make her understand
If you approach her, you would find her in denial
Ah, if only she could see her Prophet smile!
 
You see he is a leader from the way he walks
An Imam he is, from the way he talks
He has studied fiqh, usal, balaghah and tafsir
Studied sacred knowledge he has for many a year
But he has ascribed purity to his own self
Wallowing in his own spiritual wealth.
Bankrupt he is of wisdom and soft heart
Forgetting that healing the soul is a sacred art.
Those that come to him are turned away
When they hear what he has to say
The sinners that need his help cannot relate
To this intolerant imam, so full of hate
Forgetting to hate the sin and not the sinner
Because of him, no one's a winner
These fallen angels run from him many a mile
Alas, if only he could see his Prophet smile!
 
As for you, O Kamran, full of sin
Clothed in it you are, from outside and within
Greatly blessed you have been with God's grace
Yet your paltry deeds do little to save face
You have no hope except for one:
To love him who shines like a thousand suns
So love him with your heart and abandon your guile
And perhaps on that Day you will see your Prophet smile.

What you see when you look at me is nothing more than a 5'3 Muslim girl..

You see my tan skin, because I am African-American..

My ancestors were slaves on the white-mans plantation, but I'm guessing you didn't know that..

What you don't see is my personality..

which I probably got from being around my loving family, who tought me right from wrong, and how to be strong..

and to walk with my head held high representing a religion that I can't deny..

I'm Muslim, it's my identity, it's who I am..

and that's all I see...

O' Muslims it is your destiny
 To be shaded by Allah's Mercy.
 So strive and struggle
 For Allah's Cause
 Fearing absolutely nothing.
 Let it come
 Whatever it may be.
 
Raise The Call to mankind
 Of  The One Most High.
 Unity in His Cause
 Is indeed the grand key.
 Stomp out evil
 Before it sees
 The light of the day.

 Visionaries you need to be
 Pioneering in every field
 Must again the muslims be.
 Like days gone by
 Providing to mankind
 Much needed leadership
 Calling them back to Allah.
 O' Muslims it is your destiny
 To be shaded by Allah's Mercy