In the Name of Allâh, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful
Street Poetry | Muslim Belal
The Purpose of Our Lives
Have we forgotten the purpose of our lives?
Sometimes we think we exist just to have a good time.
So we indulge in satisfying our lusts and desires,
Even if means becoming hypocrites, thieves and liars
We forget the sole reason Allah created our souls.
It is to worship Him alone, until they bury our bones
Never faltering, never shifting, away from our Iman,
Remaining true to Allah as best as we can.
But beyond this belief in our hearts come our actions
Balancing obedience to Allah and appeasing satisfactions
What is a Muslim who forgets the commands of His religion?
One who is blinded by Dunya, and lost all vision?
Have we forgotten that we have one of two destinations?
Hell is for the transgressors, and Jannah is for the patient.
In this test we can enjoy ourselves, and be pleased with our lives,
But the reason we live is to worship Allah, and this will not change until we die.
In the sorrow and regret of the most horrific of days,
We'd wish to return to Dunya, only to change our ways.
A Day on which we'd beg Allah on our hands and our knees,
Return us to this Dunya! So we can salvage our Deeds!
You've had your chances and received your warnings!
But remember when you slept during the early mornings?!
When you neglected Fajr, and didn't keep up with your Salah?
You were cheap and you were greedy, and didn't pay your Zakah!
You indulged in the obsession of this Dunya with the sinners,
And prevented your own self the company of the winners.
Who might they be, if you ask as you listen?
The winners are those who answered their Lord in submission.
They obeyed Allah and realized life's mission:
To submit to the One who created you from clay,
and to fear the most horrifying, detrimental of days
These winners are the ones who enjoined in the worship of their Lord:
They kept their covenant with Allah, not breaking one word.
Prayer by prayer, Day by Day,
Holding firmly to the Qur'an, while following the Prophet's way.
The best of the Muslims receive Jannah's delight.
Because they fasted through the day and prayed Tahajjud through the night.
They fulfilled the necessary obligations and did more,
They kept their loyalty to the One who they lived and died for.
Let us all reflect, as to how we may be viewed by the Sublime.
Are we of the hypocrites who don't even pray on time?
Of the losers who worship every nickel and dime?
Of the animals who don't treat fellow Muslims with respect?
Of the enemies of Allah whose commands we neglect?
Are we the sinners whose own lives we'll regret?
Or have we devoted ourselves to pursuing Paradise?
Of the Muslims whose actions are intelligent and wise?
Of the noble who tell only truth with no lies?
Of the pious who pray every prayer on time?
Let us Never forget our aim for Paradise,
We must worship Allah, through all of the sacrifice.
For those who fall short, Jahannam is their destination.
Allah's Judgement is most Supreme, and His is the best of legislation.
So Ya Allah! We beg of you to guide us the straight path!
And we seek refuge with Your mercy from the torment of Your wrath!
Ya RABB! Grant us patience and let us die in submission!
Let us realize and succeed in the struggles of life's mission!
We are for You and to You we return,
So grant us refuge from Hellfire's burn!
Grant us the peak of Jannah with the Prophets, martyrs and righteous,
For none exceeds You in Your generocity, O Lord of Kindness!
And send Your peace and blessings upon he who You've sent to guide us,
To make us of the pious, and bring us out of the blindness
All praise is due to You, Lord of the Heavens, the Earth, and all that's between.
Master of the Universe, All-Knower of the Unseen.
The Rise And Fall Of The Ummah
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!
Amir Sulaiman - Danger
I am not angry; I am anger.
I am not dangerous; I am danger.
I am abominable stress, eliotic, relentless.
I'm a breath of vengeance.
I'm a death sentence.
I'm forsaking repentance,
to the beast in his hench men.
Armed forces and policemen
that survived off of oils and prisons until there cup runneth over with lost souls.
That wear over-sized caps like blind-folds
Shiny necklaces like lassoes
Draggin’ them into black-holes
And I may have to holla out to Fidel Castro
To get my other brothers outta Guantanamo
And the innocence on death row?
It's probably in the same proportion to criminals in black robes
That smack gavels
That crack domes
That smack gavels
That smash homes
Justice is somewhere between reading sad poems and 40 oz of gasoline crashing through windows
It is between plans and action
It is between writing letters to congressmen and clocking the captain
It is between raising legal defense funds and putting a gun to the bailiff and taking the judge captive
It is between prayer and fasting
Between burning and blasting
Freedom is between the mind and the soul
Between the lock and the load
Between the zeal of the young and the patience of the old
Freedom is between a finger and the trigger
It is between the page and the pen
It is between the grenade and the pin
Between righteous and keeping one in the chamber
So what can they do with a cat with a heart like Turner
A mind like Douglass
A mouth like Malcolm
And a voice like Chris?!
That is why I am not dangerous; I am danger
I am not angry, I am anger
I am abominable, stress, Eliotic relentless
I’m a death sentence
For the beast and his henchmen
Politicians and big businessmen
I’m a teenage Palestinian
Opening fire at an Israeli checkpoint, point blank, check-mate, now what?!
I’m a rape victim with a gun cocked to his cock, cock BANG! Bangkok! Now what?!
I am sitting Bull with Colonel Custard’s scalp in my hands
I am Sincay with a slave trader’s blood on my hands
I am Jonathan Jackson and a gun to my man
I am David with a slingshot and a rock
And if David lived today, he’d have a Molotov cocktail and a Glock
So down with Goliath, I say down with Goliath
But we must learn, know, write, read
We must kick, bite, yell, scream
We must pray, fast, live, dream, fight, kill and die free!
Ibn Qayyim - Oh, Christ worshippers!
Oh, Christ worshippers! We want an answer to our question from your wise. If the Lord was murdered by some people's act...what sort of god is this? We wonder! Was He pleased by what they did Him? If yes blessed be they..they achieved the pleasure of His But if He was discontented....this means their power subjugated His Was the whole entity left without a Sustainer... so who answered the prayers? Were the heavens vacated...when He laid under the ground somewheres? Were all the worlds left without a God...to manage while His hands were nailed? Why did not the angles help Him when they heard him while he wailed? How could the rods stand to bear the True Lord when He was fastened How could the iron reach Him and His body pinioned? How could His enemies' hands reach Him and slap His rear??? And was Christ revived by himself...or the Reviver was another god? What a sight it is!A grave that enclosed a god! What's more weird is the belly that had Him in it! He stayed there for nine months in utter darkness...fed by blood!Then he got out of the womb as a small baby, weak and gaping to be breastfed! He ate and drank, and did what that naturally resulted in. Is this a god??!! High Exalted be Allah above the lies of Christians All of them will be held accountable for their libels Oh cross worshippers...for what reason is it exalted and blamed who rejects it? Is it not the logic to break and burn it along with the one who innovated it? Since the Lord was crucified on it...and his hands were fastened to it?That is really a cursed cross to carry...so discard it Don't kiss it!! The Lord was abused on it...and you adore it? So you are one of His enemies!! If you extol it because it carried the Lord of the worlds why don't you prostrate yourself and worship graves since the grave contained your god in it? So, Christ worshiper, open your eyes, this is what the matter is all about....
Dust is my bed, embraces me and it’s my cover now
The sand surrounds me even behind my back
And the grave tells a dankness of my affliction
And the brightness draws a line……………
Where is my family’s love? They sold my loyalty!
And where is my group of friends? They left my brotherhood!
Where is the bliss of money? It’s behind my back now
And my name (reputation) where is it shine between praises
This is my end and this is my bed
And love farewells its longing and my elegizing cried
And the tears went dry after crying
And the universe became narrow and so is my space
And the grave became my ground and sky
This is my end and this is my bed
Fear fills my estrangement and sadness is my illness
I expect firmness and I swear it’s my cure
And for Allah i pray faithfully, you are my hope
Allah! I desire heaven, to find bliss in it
And for Allah i pray faithfully, you are my hope
Allah! I desire heaven, to find bliss in it.
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Allah, The Most Kind and Gentle
Although I vanish, the Most Gentle and Kind vanishes not.
Thus, I have hope in Him - hope that fails not.
I seek safety with Him from a time
where trials would age this body of mine
So, I bring my needs, and I’m ever in poverty
To the One with whom hearts find tranquility
Numerous are the matters that Allah decrees!
Yet, the unseen realm, is that which none sees
His decree eases secretly our difficulties
And by decree does He alleviate our calamities
and by His discreet kindness and generosity,
there’s relief - replacing all adversity.
Whose door do I have, besides Allah’s door?
I have no other Master nor another whom I so adore!
He is generous, kind and gentle, blessing us ceaselessly,
He answers our prayers and conceals our faults so beautifully,
Enduring is He, never hastening to recompense our delinquency
He bestows his mercy like pure rain, gracefully
Therefore, King of kings, please pardon me;
My sins have cast me so far away from thee
My lusts have caused my malady
Yet there’s none but thee to heal me
So my Lord, comfort and shield me from eyes burning green.
for when calamities strike they do so with fangs sharp keen.
My Lord, fasten me with the joys of children and family
Without them a man is certainly a stranger, poor and lonely
Ah, my young children, on their fate I do fret
Worn from worry and grief I am ever upset
But to thee the reigns of my life I do surrender
To the One who handles affairs with majestic splendor
The Most Merciful, my refuge and the pillar on which I lean
In repentance, I call Him with none in between.
Allah, Of my condition thee did hear
so my Master, I ask, is relief near?
O Lord of Judgment Day, relieve this anxiety
of stubborn worries that in my heart sink deeply
And bind me to the rope of thy content, and turn thy Face to me
And accept me so that I may repent and return wholly to thee.
My safety and success are in thy Hands
So support my will against life’s difficult demands
And with Thy remembrance illuminate my life.
Indeed when recalling thy name sweetness becomes rife
And say of me that I am still thy servant
sharing in thy Kindness, drawing near to thee, no longer distant
My thoughts of thee, my Sustainer, are pleasant
And my hopes in thee, lie in meadows, fertile and fragrant
And send prayers and praises upon the Prophet and his family
For whom the nightingales from their branches sing their sweet melody