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Sunday, 04 October 2009

  • Almost Precious

    Not "precious"

    Just "pre-"

    I stand here anxious and ready

     

    I’m a girl on her toes

    And I would do this with bear feet

     

    While the men are dropping their shields

    I’m preparing to be a...

     Nusayba on the Battlefields

     

    Just as careful as a woman can be

     

    coming back home with clean soles

    to slip in her heals,

    mama's got a hot meal cooked

    all 'made-up' she's ready

    your woman when you call her 'baby'

    your backbone

    to straighten you up when your feeling lazy

     

    With you, I can move from "pre" to the "c"

    Care

    I wouldn't dare take your rights

    you're the man and I want no fights

    gonna put in what it takes to make our relationship ever-so tight

    more than just staying up with you even if it’s every night

     

    Enhancing the "I" that brings out the best in me

    Islam

    and as my man, all I want is you helping me

    me helping you

    you next to me

    me next to you

    taking   lonely   out of our journey

    we can make Jannah our home for Eternity

     

    I definitely couldn’t do the “O” alone,

    Omar

    And our 20 other babies

    High goals need more than skimpy ladies

    Count on me to be there through all degrees  

    We’ll make each other proud when our tots move from their teens to…

       Satisfying their own plus our responsibilities

     

    Trust me I know, the “U” is gonna be hard on you

    the Ummah

    She’s got big demands

    And this role can’t be taken by just any man

    I can be there to remind you of how the world folds up in God's Hands

    And you can be next to that place on the Day of Judgement where Prophet Muhammad stands.

    God send him Your blessings and peace.

     

    Peace…

     

    Complete me with that finale.

    Just like you, I’m waiting for the “S”

    Serenity

    My heart can love

    It wraps tightly with wings that spread wider than the wings of a dove

    I can’t promise to make you fly but I vow to take you high, up and above

    I’ll be there, more and more “PRECIOUS” every day for you to love.

     

    Right now, I'm just the "Pre-"

    waiting for you to complete me.

Monday, 20 April 2009

  • 4/20/09

     

    I’ve fought battles

    Cleaned wounds and waited on scars

     

    I cried a little

    Befouled, but never a change of heart

     

    I am and will be a soldier standing

    With loyalty and servitude in my planning

     

    I am bonded to a pact with the All Mighty

    Like I am living every moment only by His Decree

     

    Neither one was in my hands

    And I’m not trying to come up with a better Plan

    Nor do I think I can

     

    It’s above pride, arrogance, and evil that I stand

    And I have enough motivation to rid them off of God’s Land

     

    I’ve been tested

    Pushed and humiliated

     

    I pushed back

    And my humility was appreciated

     

    I use Truth and Patience

    Honesty gives me strength

    I am moved by the Signs of God’s Existence

    And my Proof…

    Always keeps me on the winning side

     

    So I stand strong, certain and confident

    Even if I was the last human alive

    My contract is with God, and God never dies.

     

    It’s clear to me that this world isn’t the prettiest place to be

    sounds almost like I’m saying I can’t wait to leave

    but while I’m here my hope is to secure my pretty place in Eternity

    and share it with those who said the same as me

    starting long ago Before Adam came to be.

              That there is only One God

    and I acknowledge that He has every right over me.

     

Friday, 06 February 2009

  • ----------------------------------------------------------------------

    Dear Ma,

    Watch me flyyy…

     

    I told you I was gonna be a star

    Shining from way up far

    But you just wouldn’t grasp what your eyes couldn’t see

    N I’m afraid that’s when you started hurting me.

     

    All I’ve been asking was for you to let this cocoon hatch

    To let this butterfly spread its wings

    But my vision was too high for you to catch

    My speed, too far to hear me sing

     

    I mean no disrespect

    But I shouldn't sit here waiting 4 more regret

    I only have: one life

                    1 attempt to get things right.

     

    I’ll give you my property

    But not all my energy

    I’ll fulfill my responsibility

    And take care of u so lovingly.

     

    I know you trust in me...

    so can u please leave some decisions up to me?

     

    I’ll give you only promises that I know I can keep

    Work hard for rewards just to see u reap

    I want to earn that Eternity seeing u pleased

    And fight this Temporary until I bleed 

     

    I know you trust in me...

    mama please leave some decisions up to me?

     

    I see no less than working for the best as my goal

    Just support me mama, that’s your role.

     

    I promise you have nothing to worry about

    Cuz to Allah is where I take my needs

    He is the Lord over everything:  Sufficient, no doubt

    I beg you to just keep taking care of your deeds

     

    And help me

    please

    by leaving some   of    my    life     decisions up to me

    ------------------------------------

     

Sunday, 01 February 2009

  • The Rise and Fall of the Ummah

     

    Youtube LINK:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-kO3IJkjXc


    LYRICS:
    The catastrophe became eminent in 1924
    The might of Islam's Khilafah was no more
    The world cornered the Muslims after depleting our core
    They took out their militaries and came knocking on our doors
    They then began to invade our countries from every shore
    They taught us nationalism, tribalism and our unity was out the door
    They made us pledge to useless flags and brought their kufr to our lands
    They showed us their culture and we became instant fans
    We abandoned our religion and so Allah abandoned us
    We broke our deal with Allah within our mutual trust
    We were supposed to remain obedient and in Allah place our trust
    But we fell into sins and were betrayed by our lust
    Allah sent us a Messenger who taught us success:
    To aim for Jannah and love this dunya much less
    But we took the blessings of honor and power for granted
    So when we strayed from Islam, a wake-up call we were handed
    The troops of the devil in our nations quickly landed
    To colonize the Muslims, with their kufr so candid
    But we still didn't learn and so soon we became related
    They were far from Allah and Islam is what they hated
    We, too loved this Dunya, and our Iman had long faded
    We didn't realize that the gates of Jannah are gated
    Earning Jannah means putting desires to the side
    If we expect the gates of Paradise to open for us wide
    But since we abandoned Allah and forgot our religion
    Allah says Be and so He carries out His decision
    The worst amongst us were made to lead us
    But they, too were oppressors and didn't even feed us
    Allah withdrew our Khilafah and woke us up to a reality
    That our success is with Allah and not with ethnic principalities
    That we need to put our ethnicities and worldly love to the side
    And hold firmly to the rope of Allah, not swimming with the tide
    Our return to success as an Ummah resides
    In following the Prophets' and Sahaba's lives
    In learning about and adhering sternly to the Qur'an and the Sunnah
    And implementing Allah's laws collectively as an Ummah
    To rise back to the top, we must return to our Deen
    Beginning with our own individual beings
    Then move onto our families, communites, and nations
    Establishing with Allah the best of relations
    So let's invest in the Aakhira instead of over-enjoying life
    And be prepared for this means considerable strife
    The hatred from the mouths of the kuffar continues to emanate
    The time is for Jihad, and Salam to the Believers who participate
    Allah's Messenger, Sal-Allahu Alayhi wa Sallam said
    That the Kuffar would attack and Muslim blood would be shed
    Because we're obsessed with the Dunya and abandoned Jihad
    That we love this life and would hate to be dead
    And until we return to our Deen, this condition remains
    That we stand humiliated until we rethink our aims
    We are here to establish Islam on this Earth
    So by the Will of Allah, let's give Islam a rebirth!

Thursday, 29 January 2009

  •                                                                                                          palm tree

    I sit beneath the tree

    cuz reading nature brings relief to me.

    Listening in as the birds hum their plan

    I learn a lot, even through a speech I cannot understand.

    With a pen and paper in my hand

    I study the signs of the One Who Created man.

    Upon watching these birds retreat back from their journey

    I draw a clear simile:

    I too am encaged in this earth and am not meant yet to be free.

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