To My Mother

Dearest tears that plague the heart

In my eyes

You soon depart

Soothing the soul

Unbreaking the heart

Dearest tears that plague the heart

Show her from the very start

The calmness of tears before they depart

And sooth her soul

And unbreak her heart

Dearest tears

That plague the heart

Our Overdue

On behalf of the msa, the youth around the GTA
On behalf of the brothers, the sisters and the pakistani mothers
On behalf of the events you put together, during sunshine, rain and every weather

We extend this gift that you know you will get
But in attempt to awe you with words, as you did to us all with no sweat

Words are never enough to show appreciation
For being so much more than just our foundation
For somehow making the young and old look at you as an inspiration
Taking us aback with your heartfelt invitations
For seeing the good in everyone, without any hesitations

JazakaAllahu khair for being all that and more to us
For helping us plant numerous seeds of success
For showing us that only Allah(SWT) you want to impress
For always finding the right words to whomever you want to address

And so this gift we formally and CORDIALLY extend to you
For those weeks, days and numerous nights you dedicated to the crew
May the pleasure of Allah(SWT) you continue to pursue
Even with sarcastic MVPs backing out on you

JazakaAllahu khair our one man show
For raising a mountain out of a plateau
For dedication, determination and help you're always ready to bestow
May your reward with Allah(SWT) continue to grow

And so from the MSA, that you are molding with your hands
By the will of Allah(SWT) and His(SWT)'s plans
From the msa and nonmsa groups and the numerous fans
The gift is 50% off the almaghrib class, which is in high demands

For everyone you have thought of extending this gift to
We sincerely do not know who else deserves it more than you
And although this note of appreciation and gift is overdue
Remember, Allah(SWT) rewards the whole while through

And so, from your one and only MSA
From what you've turned into a bouqet
And making it something we're not ashamed to display
We look forward to many more days
As Allah(SWT) you continue to obey
And for the msa you persistantly pray

JazakaAllahu khair in every way

Missing You

I sit here reminiscing on moments we spent
Every place we go, the ghettos we represent
Every time you think Tara, you bust the Caucasian accent
Every time you were misunderstood, you tell us what you really meant

Now those moments ly in my head
Furnishing the past with a memorable thread
Starting from where we met, ending at the last thing you said
Hence our past still remains, never to be dead

I remember

How you always had my back
Even if I sounded completely whack
Although you would tell me I need a smack
Especially with dumb jokes I try to crack

I remember

The events we would attempt to plan
How you were always my "right hand woMAN"
There when every event began
Even as awkward as the event with Carry-Ann

I remember

When you and I are the only ones laughing on the floor
Samar, Eman, Zainab not understanding us any less or more
Especially as we busted ebonics like we never did before
We were the ghetto sisters galore

I remember

When we danced at the Dinner African style
And your brother rapped, making our event worthwhile
And the ghanian sisters danced on the aisle
And other sisters stared with awe-stricken smile

I remember

The first time you came to my place
My mother’s adopted daughter can never be replaced
That's when true sisterhood we embraced
From then on moments together can never be erased

I remember

So much more, that brings tears to my eyes
How much it hurt to say our goodbyes
The further you left, the more what we had dies
Cannot say what we had will remain, those are complete lies

However your choice was incredibly wise
Because you raised your hands to the skies
Making duaa with tears rolling from your eyes
Not forgetting your friends and asking us to advise

And so I end once more with this

I pray that the best day of your life begins everyday
That feeling loved and admired continues to stay
That you realize how you are like a bouquet
With so much to offer in every way

Just remember

Of all sisters
I don’t know who will miss you more than I
Because just the thought that you left, would make me cry
And although you said this is not goodbye
It sure is not hello, that already passed us by

But like I wrote in the card to you
The best day of your life happens to be mine too
Because your happiness means the whole world through
And for the sake of Allah(SWT), I truly love you



Your sister,
HC

I Did It

I said goodbye

To a rose yet to blossom

To a time yet to come

To a place yet to appear

I said goodbye

To tears yet to fall

To laughter yet to be heard

To excitement yet to be felt

I said goodbye

To a life I have yet to live

To love I have yet to feel

To calmness I have yet to experience

I said hello

To the life I already live

Hasbeyulahu la-ilaha ila lah, aleyhi tawakalt wa huwa rab al'arsh al'azeem (X7)

Goodbye

*Very corny poem, but I had to think of something fast*

For the first time in years
Happiness defines these tears
Remembrance of Allah fills my ears
Lies of love destroy my fears

For the first time in a few months or so
My words gave a brother a pretty tough blow
I told myself I wouldn’t stoop so low
I redefined love and went against the flow

For the first time in weeks
My heart speaks
Saying nothing in this dunya really reeks
As long as with taqwa in Allah(SWT) tears fall down your cheeks
For a true Mu2min their Lord’s pleasure they seek

For the first time in days
My heart, to Allah (SWT), silently prays
“Qadr Allah wa ma sha’a fa’al” seems to be the best phrase
My status before Allah(SWT) I work to raise

For the first time in hours
Birds sang from towers
I was able to see the beauty of real flowers
Realized the problem of the ummah is ours
And that before Allah(SWT) there are no other powers

For the first time I can breath again
Dismissing that unbelievable pain
Of being lied to and having one’s heart slain
Of having to walk in a thunderstorm and rain

Not for the first time…
I miss brother H so much more
I pray that he was there like before
Helping my iman somehow soar
As we beautifully built rapport
And he tells me things I would forever adore
Talk about amazing
Now he was a score

By...
Sensible_Muslimah

Repenting_Muslim
"sis scholars say when the heart speaks
its Hearts that listen
when tongues speak…
its ears that listen "

Is it healthy to miss you so much?

After every jerk

To think of how I let the best guy go

I don't want to meet jerks anymore.......

Beauty beyond Words

Roses with their petals so pure

On the earth having so much to endure

Are actually the best organisms to lure

Individual's that can seem so immature

Who in life are not so sure

This is so because they're insecure

Many mistaken these magnificent creatures

As having only beautiful features

Not knowing that they can be inspiring teachers

Not just sitting around wasting their time on the bleachers

They know more than some well-known preachers

These roses are beautiful indeed

They can awe with just a simple seed

But deep down, there is more than that to read

There is more one should heed

These roses are like muslim sisters today

With their petals, Islam they display

With their stem, taqwa they can portray

With their leaves, Iman they beautifully sway

All these together will never dismay

Not everyone can simply walk away

Some wonder what they're trying to convey

Others walk sadly astray

But alhamdulilah they did their part that way

And together, they will show Islam as a bouquet

For every rose one simple advice

We know Islam has no vise

And that shaytan can sometimes make us think twice

So hold on to the earth just nice

And other sisters we will entice

We'll show them the rose and its awe-striking device

And to the ummah we will suffice