Dunia itu Satu Kebun

DUNIA itu satu kebun,
pagarnya negara.

NEGARA itu sebuah kekuasaan,
yang hidup dengan kekuasaan itu,
aturan yang tetap (sunnah)

ATURAN yang tetap itu
ialah politik (siasah)
yang dijalankan oleh raja.

RAJA itu peraturan
yang disokong oleh tentera
Tentera-tentera itu pembantu,
yang ditanggung oleh harta

HARTA itu rezeki,
yang dikumpulkan oleh rakyat..
RAKYAT itu budak-budak,
yang dipelihara oleh keadilan

KEADILAN itu yang disukai
dengan keadilan tegaklah dunia

~ Ibnu Khaldun

What Can I Do?

(I dedicate this poem to all Mujahidins in Palestine and also to you...)

What can I do...?

Everyday,
The rumbling noise of tanks
Crushing cars are heard,

Everyday,
Exploding machine guns
Echo in the air,

Everyday,
Mountains of fire burns down
Our town...

What can I do...?

Each day,
The screams of mothers could be heard,
Each day,
The crying babies cry frantically,

Each day,
Men fight intensively...

What can I do ?
Each time an explosion occurs,
Bodies fall,
Each time a cry of freedom is heard,
Souls are lost,
Each time a mother cries,
A loves one is gone...
Anger grows...

What can I do ?
Break a sweat,
Shead a tear,
Lose my blood,
Sacrifice my soul ?

Freedom – to people whom can’t think!

When you look at me
All that you can see
is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can't hear
because you're too full of fear,
mouth gaping, all you do is stare

You think it's not my choice
in your own "liberation" rejoice.
You think I'm uneducated,
trapped, oppressed and subjugated,
You're so thankful that you're free.

But you've got it wrong
You're the weak and I'm the strong.
For I've rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes - low neck, short skirt
those are devices for pain and hurt.
I'm not falling for that little plan.

I'm a person with ideas and thought.
I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.
I'm me - not a fancy toy,
I won't decorate anyone's arm,
nor be promoted for my charm.
There is more to be than playing coy.

Living life as a balancing game - mother,
daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover
and still bring home a wage.
Who thought up this modern "freedom"?
Where man can love'em and man can leave'em.
This is not free, but life in a cage.
Always jumping to a male agenda
competing on his terms.
No job share, no creche facilities,
no feeding and nappy changing amenities
No time off for menstrual pain,
"hormones" they laugh "what a shame"
No equal pay equal skill
your job they can always fill.
No promotion unless you're sterilised.
No promotion unless you're sexually terrorised.
And this is liberation?

you can have your life.
Mine - it has less strife.
I cover and I get respected,
surely that's to be expected,
for I won't demean the feminine,
I won't live to male criterion,
I dance to my own tune
and I hope you see this very soon.
For your own sake - wake up and use your sight.
Are you so sure that you are right?

"Have they not traveled through the land?
Have they no hearts to learn wisdom, or ears to hear the truth?
Certainly it is not their eyes which are blind,
But it is the hearts in their breast which are blind."
Al Hajj 22:46

Ku Hulurkan Kuntum-kuntum Kasturi

Mengalir persis titisan hujan
Air mata setia membasahi pipi
Bahawa akulah insan kerdil
Mengucup pahala dan meratapi dosa
Di sisi-Mu yang ku kenali
Sejak lahir ke dunia ini
Sebagai Yang Maha Esa

Tika mentari mengucapkan salam
Angin berbunga mengusik alam
Sekurun rindu selaut teduh
Memayungi warna nestapa
Kala seribu dendam membasahi jiwa

Kuhuiurkan kuntum-kuntum haruman kasturi
Di telapak syurgawi taksub sujud
Menyusuri akar perjalanan
Bertemankan denyut jantung dan nafas
Bertangkaikan di cermin keinsafan

THE BLOOD OF MUSLIMS

List the names, list the lands, and list the death rates.
No faith or people on earth did suffer quite like the believers in peace.
This way of life that every president hates.
A skillful, artistic and eloquent nation yet they die as government powers increase.
Afghanistan, Somalia, Sudan, Libya and Kashmir.
Chechnya, Albania, Bosnia Iraq and Palestine.
The countries whose hearts are filled with fear.
The victims of the free west that just crossed the line.
How much blood should be shed?
Is there no other way?
To see my people dying and dead,
all in the name of freedom you say?

Since Islam came to the world of bad traditions.
Peace settled like dust in the air.
But this peace prevented the evils additions.
So Islam’s dust was wiped so unfair.
Islam gave women the choice to marry in a time when
women were classed as objects.
And Islam gave the orphan high rank and dictators a spank and
this 'way' is what the Muslim protects.
Who is the bully when it comes to money,
and who is the killer and the pocket filler?
Muslims blood is shed like there’s no tomorrow, it's funny!
because I feel like the west is the ultimate killer?
Dictators yes, the bane of my life and to all.
But who's saying they follow Islam’s call.
I won’t mention names for this free world is tapped.
The minds of people are decided and wrapped.

My people, my life, my Islam so dear.
I could be next and that's a true fear.
We are being washed off like blood from a murderer’s hand.
And still people nod their heads but they don’t understand.
Islam, I say it once again, incase you never heard.
It means submission and peace, literally that word.
And Quran means...''Recite'', yep that’s all,
not war or kill or a jihady call!
Let it soak in now, that Muslims don’t kill without cause.
When they are butchered and raped, that’s when they let go of 'pause'.
Its play button now, when the 'free' invade and blow up.
This word ‘free’ makes me wanna throw up!
If free means dead then go kill your own men.
Cuz we're happy alive thanks even if we're in your way.

So before you believe in what your leaders do, think again.
Islam brought rights to mankind at the end of the day.
And before you become insulted and deny that it’s true.
Look up the facts that are free in your view.
Then deny all you wish till your face goes blue.
But I guarantee that you won’t have to.
What gave this world animal rights and its laws today?
And rights to women and homeless and disabled?
Where did child benefit stem from and who enforced fair pay?
Look it up, this terrorizing faith that is unfairly labeled!
What law gave women back their dignity stating she should cover?
Not left for barbaric savages to abuse her bare body through her culture.
But that her body was for only her man, her eternal lover,
not just any random and freaky vulture.

Islam....what is it about you Islam?
I believe in u and it’s your way that I am.
So what is it that the west cannot see?
How you are the victim here, not them and not me.

Sinful Youth

Assalamualaikum w.b.t

My beloved brothers and sisters in Islam here is peom that I would like to share with you guys insyaAllah ,This poem is for the youth that are having hard time understanding repentence, they feel like they have sinned too much Allah subhanahu (s.w.t.) can't forgive them and well think again. I hope this message reaches you guys in the highest Iman and in good health InsyaAllah....

I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get
My dad always say your friends are who you are

everyday same old story
dress to impress to the club
pick up my date
oh yea it's time rate how she looks good or bad
when I 'm going to find good mate
that will lead me to the gat of jannah
I better take her home before it's too late

I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get
My dad always say your friends are who you are

The next day shoot some hoops with the boys
Talk about girls as if they were toys you can play with
Talk about how fine that somali girl with that skirt that shows her big ol booty
Oh man!Check out her tight white shirt that shows her big boobs
Oh yea! and it's see through
You approach her not caring about her name
You just wanted spit your game
Shoo that 's pretty lame
what type of fame do you get from that?

I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get
My dad always say your friends are who you are

had nightmare last night
Seen Tupac in my dream saying hellfire it hot like motha
Jumped out of my bed out of fear
I knew my death was so near
Never took the chance to hear The beautiful recitation Al-Qur 'an kareem
I knew this was wake up call
time to stop smoking all the weed
That didn't bring any good deeds
never did I ever feed Miskeen

I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get
My dad always say your friends are who you are

Death of a Palestinian Child

Leaves leave ...
The trees ...
They leave ...
No one grieves.

Tears fall down ...
The child cries ...
Run down the cheeks ...
Falling from the eyes.

Tears dropping ...
Dropping like leaves ...
Forever he leaves ...
No one grieves.

God is watching ...
With watchful eyes ...
He will award ...
All tears and sighs.

Sisters In Islam

No longer shackled by the oppression

Of mini-skirts and see-thru shirts

My sisters stand proud

Covered by cloth and more so by conviction

Submission to Allah, they stand apart from the crowd

The taunts, the jeers, the stares and the leers

Never fazing or dissuading them from following the deen

Real women they be, the epitome of feminity

Strong, secure, complete human beings

Not slaves to the world of fashion

Which is always askin’

For women to dress as less as they can

Their hijab is for the sake of Allah

In imaan and taqwa

They refuse to be objectified by a man

Such are my sisters in Islam

Kerna Cinta nan Agung

Fajar yang bening,

Saksi hati mulus,

Menagih Cinta Agung,

Sang Khaliq,

Tahajud wadah jiwa bernoda,

Mengukir keinsafan,

Sang hamba,

Bisikan hidayah itu,

Laksana penawar racun bahana,

Racun bisa,

Bencana hati sang hamba,

Luka jiwa manusia,

Natijah haloba dunia,

Bisikan fitrah itu,

Mengapungkan sang hamba,

Dari lautan dosa,

Menyelamat maruah terhina,

Mengabdi seluruhnya,

Pada Sang Pencipta,

Bisikan cinta itu,

Bak sang pelangi,

Selepas gerimis,

Penyeri hari,

Penyejuk hati,

Wahana keagungan Ilahi,

Hadir Cinta nan Agung,

Nyata satu anugerah,

Maha bernilai,

Jangan dibandingkan,

Mutiara di lautan biru,

Mahupun purnama,

Saujana mata memandang,

Bila cinta terdetik,

Tasbih menitip,

Segenap ruang hati,

Bila rindu terusik,

Embun mengalir,

Kuyup pipi,

Nikmatnya hanya dikongsi,

Jiwa hamba hakiki,

Tatkala cinta jadi taruhan,

Dunia disingkirkan,

Darah dihulurkan,

Jasad digadaikan,

Syahid jadi impian,

Subhanallah…….

Indahnya hidup,

Kerna Cinta nan Agung

Kucari Kebahagiaan

Puas sudah,
Kucari kebahagian,
Di sisi teman-teman,
Kudapat hanya kelalaian,


Ku cari lagi,
Di hati seorang kekasih,
Kudapat hanya kekecewaan,


Dan ku terus mencari,
Dalam meniti hari,
Penuh kekosongan…
Oh, di mana lagi harus ku mencari,
Membawa sekeping hati,
Yang sarat kerinduan,
Rindu yang tiada haluan,
Aku keliru sendiri,
Apa yang kucari,
Apa yang kuperlukan
Aku masih tak bisa mengerti,
Yang pasti,
Kekosongan hati ini minta diisi..
Sejenak ku tersedar,
Aku mencari cinta agung,
Buat jiwaku yang merindukan,
Hakikat kebenaran,

Cahaya yang membelah kegelapan,
Melimpah cemerlang mengisi kekosongan.
Ku sedar,
Destinasi pencarianku di sini,
Ku mencari-Mu Tuhan,
Mengharap keredhaan,
Menagih kebahagiaan,
Dari sinar cahaya iman

***Dipetik daripada cerpen Hatiku Milikmu nukilan Fatimah Syarha Mohd Noordin

10 ramadhan

10 ramadhan
Ah..aku tercela lagi
sesal...
tiada guna...
mengapa?
sakit hati!
aku taubat!aku taubat!aku taubat!
ALLAH ampunkan diri

10 ramadhan
mata ini...berzina!
ingin sekali ku cungkilnya keluar saja!

Doaku...
Ya ALLAH...Jikabuta itu lebih baik,
butakan mata hamba
agar
bisa jauh dari dosa sam'ie

Namun lupakah?
mata melihat
mata mengadili
mata bersyukur
keindahan ciptaan
kehebatan rekaan
kebesaran-Nya.

Bodoh diri ini!
Astaghfirullah!
maka adakah celik itu jelik?

RiNdU paDA ApakAh?

prindunya hati ini
kososng tak dipenuhi
lubang besar
hitam pekat
kering kontang
cacing kepanasan
tiada disuburi

semaian tasbih
tanaman istighfar
buahan selawat
khuyuk solat
suci wudhuk
Wahai jiwa-jiwa yang tenang!
demi yang Satu
sembahan manusia!

A Monument of beauty

By Velma Cook

A monument of beauty you stand
Gentleness and justice extend from your hands
Hands raised in prayer
Your eyes know no fear

Small children play at your feet
Open handed kindness which none can beat
Eyes that see through the shallow smiles
A mind that knows man's tricks and wiles

There can be no success without defeat
Overcoming one's lusts and desires
Until all that remains is a love and fear that ever burns
Seeking the pleasure of its Lord - for this alone it yearns

I'll stand beside you as long as you dare
To treat evil as falsehood and keep to the truth - so rare
I'll not betray you as long as your soul
Stands firm on goodness and Allah is your goal.

The sickness of this world

This world is full of darkness and light

Good days and bad days Full of good deeds and bad deeds

yet we seem to sin more than we do good

Lying becomes hobby

Telling the truth becomes something that was in that past that will never last

Spreading rumours amongst our brothers and sisters becomes must

The fool is the one who follow his lust

Praying salat becomes dust

Saying salaam amongst Muslims becomes like an old book full of rust

Being fully covered becomes religious

Saying the word jihad becomes dangerous

All you hear is people talk about sexual desire

This country they want to hire woman clothed yet naked

There is tight wire on my neck I can't bearth

Can you imagine how hot the blazing hell fire is

What can I do...?

What can I do...?

Everyday,
The rumbling noise of tanks
Crushing cars are heard,

Everyday,
Exploding machine guns
Echo in the air,

Everyday,
Mountains of fire burns down
Our town...

What can I do...?

Each day,
The screams of mothers could be heard,

Each day,
The crying babies cry frantically,

Each day,
Men fight intensively...

What can I do ?

Each time an explosion occurs,
Bodies fall,

Each time a cry of freedom is heard,
Souls are lost,
Each time a mother cries,
A loves one is gone...

Anger grows...

What can I do ?

Break a sweat,
Shead a tear,
Lose my blood,
Sacrifice my soul ?

YES !

I am a Muslim...

I am a Muslim

And God I praise

For all His blessings

My voice I raise

In one God I believe

No equal has He

Lord of the universe

Compassionate to me

Muhammad the prophet

Taught me the way

To be honest and truthful

Throughout every day

The holy Qur'an

To life is my guide

It's teachings I follow

By it I abide

Islam my religion

Preaches good deeds

Mercy and kindness

To the right path it leads

Upon all humanity

God showers His grace

Regardless of colour

Nationality or race

Through working together

Our hopes increase

To live in a world

Full of love and peace

I am a Muslim

And God I praise

For all His blessings