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Rainbow of colors, don’t be fooled

Let’s-take a journey and see the final house that will be ours
City of the deceased, the graveyard that will be ours
See with open eyes the final resting place of ours.
So many acts of selfishness, and pride in the final report of ours.
Pay attention to the stone of every grave and take a look
The Poor and the rich are all under the same earth, take a look
Take a look, the final rest area is here, don’t have so much Pride.
In the pit that is so dark and so tight not just for one but, for all of us
Under the dust and on top a stone with our name, for all of us.
A stone which is the stone of “Lahab”
Then recite with me “Ghol hova-Allah’o Ahad”
End of this life is under the dust
Sooner or later A time of Death will be set for us.
Sooner or later A majlis will be held for us.
Sooner or later our turn will come for us.
Our body will be washed under the light.
Our mouth filled with the cloth, a* “kafan”
Now under the dust, our body will be laid.
After all this, we’ll be left with loneliness of the grave
Oh my!! If our actions were not adequate
Will be in Distress, Distress and Distress!!
Good for those whose actions are acceptable.
As Momeneen are those who are with Allah
In their actions they become Mirrors of the “Deen”
Oh Allah!! If you Let my hand go, I will be Miserable.
Oh Allah!! If you Let my hand go,I will be Miserable
Oh Allah!! If I become a Slave of this world ,I will be miserable.
Slave to the praise and words of others is being miserable.
Becoming Blind and forgetting Allah is being miserable.
Wow what a car, what a property, so much wealth.
When will you become a free man from so much filth?
My belongings, My buildings, My bank accounts.
My throne, My Strength, My Position is short in this life of mine
O Allah have patience and forgive me for so much arrogance.
O Allah Hold my hand and protect me from selfishness.
Oh, My dear the final stop is under the earth
O Allah bless those who are light in their deeds.
O Allah bless those who understood before they were deceased.
This Dunya Is a Rainbow of colors don’t be fooled.

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Poetry

The Journey

Written by Batool Fatima

On your journey home
Don’t forget to breathe
And when you’re on your own
Don’t forget to see
Remember to slow down
Look at the grass blades too
Look how the flowers dance
Remember how the dandelions flew
On your journey home
Don’t forget the rivers
The ones that were smooth
The ones that brought shivers
The journey to comfort
Is a long one I feel
But every step you take
don’t forget to steal
How the leaves changed colors
How the marigolds bloomed
How the rains took over
Soon after no signs of monsoons
This voyage may also be a tiring one my friend
But witness you will
the fantastical in the end
So pick up all that you can
And feel to your most
For the drama lies in the travel
The end is just a host

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Poetry

A Cure for Your Remedies

Written by Batool Fatima

Your grief sways you
A little towards the ground
Another burden perhaps,
Leaves you less safe and sound
A violent thrust hauls you down
And now you’re in distress
On your knees and lonesome
No way out of this mess
The fear creeps up your ears and into your brain
Your head is dense with commotion
Silent cries but in vain
Your thoughts begin the search of one last elope
The clouds part, the sun arrives
Bringing one last hope
Your Lord calls and says, come to prayer and come to success
The knots begin to untangle
Is this your way out of the mess?
In search of answers you bow down to your Lord
First on your feet, then your knees
Head down for reward
Did He not promise, with hardship, ease?
Did He not say with prayer, problems will cease?
So take one step towards Him
He will take ten towards you
If only you’d walk towards Him
You’ll find Him running too.

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Poetry

A Warm Winter

Written by Sahara Mehdi

As the weather gets colder,
Every advertisement playing is 
About families coming together
About seasons of joy and warmth

It is is this uncertainty
This limbo of what is safe and not
That a lot of families are realizing
They will be split apart

But I wonder about those who don’t
Have a family to video call
Those who are permanently keeping
A spot at the table empty

I wonder who is there to help them
Who will bring them comfort 
Or warmth this winter
And I realize that it should be us
As the weather gets colder,
Every advertisement playing is 
About families coming together
About seasons of joy and warmth

It is is this uncertainty
This limbo of what is safe and not
That a lot of families are realizing
They will be split apart

But I wonder about those who don’t
Have a family to video call
Those who are permanently keeping
A spot at the table empty

I wonder who is there to help them
Who will bring them comfort 
Or warmth this winter
And I realize that it should be us.

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Poetry

Skewing Virtues

Written by Safa Al-Helli

You’ve heard it again and again
Orphans, Orphans’ day, Orphanage, Children…
Your mind paints an image of an abandoned child who roams the streets of a war torn country
That child is hungry
Has no money
Doesn’t belong to a home or family
Lives a life without hospitality
Doesn’t know who to call mommy or daddy
You may have knowledge of their reality
But but insist to align your values with your morality
Acknowledging those who are unfortunate is a virtue of its own
However, virtues must be shown rather than known
Don’t let your heart harden to stone
Let dignity show you it’s two bones
One for you and one for those who are alone
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