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Jazak ALLAH alf khair for all ...

2008-07-29 @ 08:37:01 pm
by Admin Maryam


Wonderful work. Keep it up. Love ...

2008-06-21 @ 06:26:43 pm
by truthseeker


I am a very big fan ...

2008-05-29 @ 05:20:56 am
by Truthseeker


hmm... :P heart specialist ...

2008-05-27 @ 05:54:50 pm
by bibek


so nice discussion !!!! i am planning ...

2008-05-20 @ 06:39:55 pm
by bibek


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I want to change, help me, O LORD!!!
Sometimes my tears fall down, I cry
Feeling alone, I look at the sky

May be things will change, I believe
On the hope of better change, I will live

Will pray for good, will pray in HIS Name
But I am full of sins, mistakes and shame.

How can I bow infront of HIM, I ask myself
I have a dead heart, i killed my soul, myself

How can I ever be the good one again?
trust I have to bring back, happiness to regain..

Till what can truth be denied from a mind?
Till when can I stay deaf, dumb and blind?

Till what I keep asking myself what to do?
Till when can I keep myself away from YOU?

O MY LORD! I say an apology, forgive me
I call u, pray to you, beg you, Help me.

If I dont get something from your door, O LORD
I will be destroyed, have no one but YOU, O GOD.


Salam Alaikum everyone.
May you all be in the best state of health and faith.

Today I truly felt something which made me cry. How bad I am? How sinful I am? How badly I need someone to help me!! How desperately I want ALLAH to forgive me.

Please do tell me what u think about my poem
Stay Blessed.

Fi aman ALLAH

19 Jun 2008
Admin Maryam · 242 views · 1 comment
Categories: Poetry
Rubai'yat
Faith is like Abraham at the stake: to be
Self-honoring and God-drunk, is faith. Hear me
You whom this age's way so captivative!
To have no faith is worst than slavery.

Music of strange lands with Islam's fire blends,
On which the nations' harmony depends;
Empty of concord is the soul of Europe.
Whose civilization to no Makkah bends.

Love's madness has departed in,
The Muslim's veins the blood runs thin;
ranks broken, hearts perplexed, prayers cold,
No feeling deeper than the skin.

                                                           (Allama Muhammad Iqbal)
21 Feb 2008
Admin Maryam · 164 views · 1 comment
Categories: Poetry