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It comes to us so silent
Strikes fast like a serpent
Standing, kneeling or bent
Death is imminent 

If it's a life you righteously spent
Or to the mosque you never went
Remember you must repent
Death is imminent 

We sin with all the intent
Thinking Life is permanent
To Allah we never pay rent
Yet consider salah NOT URGENT

Malakul Maut will be sent 
It's sure a hundred percent
For this life is a temporary tent

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This is a dedication to a new chapter in my life. A chapter of hope and struggle. A chapter filled with love, affection and some sweet bitterness.
This is a story dedicated to a budding rose. A beautiful angel. An epitome of beauty and kindness.
This goes to the one who helped me curb my desires.

I have for long struggled in the darkness of sins. In the pits of desires. Drowning in the deep evil of Iblees. That was the past and I say Alhamdulillah for now it is much more better thanks to this angel brought in my life  by Allah (Subhanahu Wa Ta'la).

It is rare that i sit down and write. Yet there is a push today for me to write and this time not a poem but a small appreciation. To appreciate those who motivate me; appreciate those who love me; appreciate my Religion of Islam.

This I have been taught by the Queen that is in my heart. The newest chapter of my life. My one and only wife (DON'T JUDGE IF I HAVE NO MATHNAA PLEASE!). This budding rose taught me to appreciate all thos…


A few days ago I received a guest
A guest I did not prepare to welcome
A special guest to all who knew his worth
I never knew what to give this new guest

I started by showing off
I went to extremes in extravagance
I showed neighbours how wasteful I am
Yet None I did made this guest happy

I was frustrated
Who is this guest? So humble and so quiet
What does he like, what do I do for him?
All this made me unhappy

The vigor I had in all things i did: LOST!
I felt like worshipping this guest
But then that's what many others do
Except for those who Allah guides 

A precious gift a special guest
How blessed it is I never knew
But my welcome was never good

Learn from the mistakes you do
I just did
Allah brought to us this guest
No ordinary guest

Let's serve Him and use this guest
Not for sins but for Heaven
For Allah's Mercy
For Allah's Forgiveness

This guest carries so much gifts
He is there in everyones home
If we failed to welcome then...