Islamic poems - Nation of Islam - Ahmadiyya exposed

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
Myvoice I raise


Islam is a way of life, try it.
Islam is a gift, accept it.
Islam is a journey, complete it.
Islam is a struggle, fight for it.
Islam is a goal, achieve it.
Islam is an opportunity, take it.
Islam is not for sinners, overcome it.
Islam is not a game, don't play with it.
Islam is not a mystery, behold it.
Islam is not for cowards, face it.
Islam is not for the dead, live it.
Islam is a promise, fulfill it.
Islam is a duty, perform it.
Islam is a treasure (the Prayer), pray it.
Islam is a beautiful way of life, see it.
Islam has a message for you, hear it.
Islam is love , love it.

Word of God

By the Sun, the moon, the stars, and galaxies
By the Heaven and Earth
By the mountains, the hills, the valleys, the plains,
the desserts, and canyons
By the ocean, the seas, the lakes, the rivers, and the streams
Lies the Word of God.


Islam is peace, Islam is ease,
Islam's not danger or disease.
Islam is love and prosperity.
Islam's not hatred or adversity.

Islam is salvation through repentence.
Islam has love for all in abundance.
Islam means no harm or affliction.
Islam implores you with affection.

Islam is neither maze nor craze.
Islam is giving Allah all praise.
Islam is acing through the race.
Islam will be on everyone's face.

Islam is worshipping only the Creator.
Islam's not mere numbers on a calculator.
Islam gives you power when you surrender.
Islam's not a terrorist or for a pretender.

Islam is patience and perseverance.
Islam eases your vengeance through tolerance.
Islam is life for all eternity.
Islam gives you respect, moreover dignity.

Islam is winning hearts through honesty
Islam is giving openly in charity
Islam makes you wholesome and trustworthy
Islam is in wealth as well as in poverty.

Islam is your shield against all evil.
Islam is for your soul's retrieval.
Islam not fundamentalism or fanaticism.
Islam's not nationalism or racism.

Wake up, people, Islam is here.
Islam is here, so have no fear.


"Come and Follow me."
Said the fool to the crowd,
And they did.
So sad to see,
So easily people are misguided.

So easy are they tempted,
With false promises of men.
Their life too is false,
Contented in their illusion.
Will they ever see?

Their hearts are made of stone
And they feel nothing.
No regrets, no pain, no peace -
Just a life
Full of emptiness.

People wake up and see!
Life is not an illusion.
On the Day of Judgement,
The punishment is real
And the reward everlasting.


This is the story that must be told
of an Iraqi baby, not very old.

Lying in her crib one star lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?

She lay there quietly touching her nose,
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,

Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
Talking to someone, who could it be?

An angel is standing with her in the room.
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.

The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.

The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...

No one knows how long she lie there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?

Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?

Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.

Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!

I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!

Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!

How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream.

That angel appears once again to my side,
This time with a tear I plead Why have I died?

Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others.
In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers.

Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!

Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?

It is war they say, of which death is part.
How blind they've become, How hardened of heart.

Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!

Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!

No war has been won; No ifs, buts, or maybes,
They've Only Killed Babies!!!!

I asked for Strength.........
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom.........
And God gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity.........
And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage.........
And God gave me Danger to overcome.
I asked for Love.........
And God gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favours.........
And God gave me Opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted
I received everything I needed
My Prayer has been answered


She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.

He remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.

The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.

The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.

The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.

After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.

He didn't know at that moment
that he might be facing his doom.

On the way he picked up a shivering puppy
And took him home to get warm.

The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm.

That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.

He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.

One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be President.

All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent.

...and THAT is the power of a smile! So smile away :)

The Messenger of Allah, upon whom be peace, said:
"Every good deed is sadaqah (charity). To meet your
brother with a smiling face and to pour out from your
bucket into his container are sadaqah."


Be thankful that you don't already have everything you desire,
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?

Be thankful when you don't know something
For it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.

Be thankful for your limitations
Because they give you opportunities for improvement.

Be thankful for each new challenge
Because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes
They will teach you valuable lessons.

Be thankful when you're tired and weary
Because it means you've made a difference.

It is easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are also
thankful for the setbacks.

GRATITUDE can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles and they
can become your blessings.


Meditation in God is my capital
Reason and Sound logic is the root of my religion
Love is the foundation of my existence
Enthusiasiam is the vehicle of my life

Comtemplation of God is my companion
Faith is the source of my power
Sorrow is my friend
Knowledge is my weapon
Patience is my garb and virtue
Submission to devine will is my pride

Truth is my salvation
Worship is my habit
And in prayer lies the coolness of my eye and the peace of my mind.

A Silent Death

The female infant buried in the sand,
On Qiyamah, in front of Allah will she stand,
Seeking the reason for her premature end,
A custom the Pagan Arabs cared not to amend,
A mercy for mankind, the Prophet then arrived
Ending their murder, their infanticide,
But that was the story of a bygone era,
I write to tell you a place much nearer,
Where half a million children have met the same fate,
Embargoed and traumatised by the United States,
I speak of Iraq, crushed and defeated,
A country from where all mercy has retreated,
Who's children lie buried deep under the sand,
Of sorrow and anguish we'd never understand,
For what reason, what crime, what sin did they die?
The Iraqi children who were born to cry,
A genocide of apocalyptic proportions,
Hidden and silenced by media distortions,
The greatest bombardment in the history of war,
Cluster bombs, napalm - all this, what for?
Stabilisation of the Saudi economy,
'Peace' with Israel, Palestinian autonomy,
All envisioned in the 'new world order'
New age imperialism without any borders,
And who pays the price for this new world order?
The victims of course, of this one sided slaughter,
The people of Iraq, both young and old,
Who's destiny the Muslims have miserably sold,
Whose hopes and dreams have withered and perished,
For the everyday freedoms which you and I cherish,
The freedom to live, the freedom to survive,
Under such sanctions it's hard to stay alive,
But they won't get their freedom, until we will get ours,
The Muslim nations, from the Imperialist powers,
And until such a time what will you do?
Go back to sleep like so many do?
So the earth cries out, and the heavens do weep,
As Iraq dies silently, the world is asleep.

(2)Our Future
We tend to plan for our future everyday,
Desperately we try to pave the way.
We save every little bit of money we can find,
And to the people who can help us achieve we are kind.
If there is something we want bad enough we're willing to fight,
For a future filled with happiness that is oh so bright.
It is unfortunate though, to fill everyone's hearts with sorrow,
But remember dear muslims our future is not tomorrow.
It is not money or fame that will get us ahead,
But the number of times we worship God before bed.
That is what will make our future unimaginably great,
So let us wake up and take control of our fate.
Tomorrow is not the future you should be planning for,
But the day you will be standing before Allah's door.
The day where we will be reminded of every last deed,
Like the day you forgot the poor because of your greed.
And what dear muslim shall you say,
When Allah asks you why you didn't pray?
No excuse will be enough,
To get out of the hellfire that will be so rough.
So let us pray, worship and keep the poor fed,
For our future begins once we are all dead.

(3)Holy Qur'an is my name
I am a book in elegant prints,
to know my name, here are some hints.

Rich in cover and nicely bound
in hearts of Muslims I am rarely found

High on a shelf, I am kept
Forgotten there, I am left.

With respect I do get lots of kiss
my main point is what they always miss

In a melodious voice they recite me
Neglecting the message inside me

At times I am used for phony swear,
my true use is very very rare

A miracle I am that can change the world
All one has to do is understand my word.

I have wisdom I have treasure
So much so there is no measure

I'm your savior, I'm your guide
but who's there to follow the bide

Right from wrong is my fame,
Holy Qur'an is my name.

Several years ago an Imam moved to London, United Kingdom. He often took the bus from his home to the downtown area. Some weeks after he arrived, he had occasion to ride the same bus. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a twenty pence (a.k.a 'tuppence') too much change.

As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, you better give the twenty pence back. It would be wrong to keep it. Then he thought, "Oh, forget it, it's only tuppence. Who would worry about this little amount? Anyway the bus company already gets too much fare; they will never miss it. Accept it as a gift from Allah (swt) and keep quiet."

When his stop came, the Imam paused momentarily at the door, then he handed the twenty pence back to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change". The driver with a smile, replied,"Aren't you the new Imam in this area? I have been thinking lately about going to worship at your Mosque.I just wanted to see what you would do, if I gave you too much change."

When the Imam stepped off the bus, his knees became weak and soft, he had to grab the nearest light pole and held on for support, and looked up to the heavens and cried: "Oh Allah, I almost sold You and Islam for twenty pence!"

Surah Ibrahim
"O our Lord! truly Thou
Dost know what we conceal
And what we reveal:
For nothing whatever is hidden
From Allah, whether on earth
Or in heaven"
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Surah Al Nahl
And Allah doth know
What you conceal,
And what you reveal.