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am a moderate Muslim

I don’t pray 5 times a day
Only jummah is enough for me
I don’t fast the full thirty
Five is how many I do

Yes I drink
But only in moderation
I don’t get drunk or puke up in the loo
Yes I am a moderate Muslim

I check out the fit women
But only one at a time
I don’t sleep with them
Coz that’s extreme
I only date them, hug them, hold hands and kiss them.
Coz everything in moderation right?

I take drugs
But only class C ones
Avoid the hard ones
Coz only the fanatics do that

A moderate Muslim is the label I have given myself
Coz I can’t leave Islam
Coz it’s the truth
Can’t be an atheist or secular humanist

So I reconcile my Islam
To please the westerners
By compromising
And trying oh so very hard to fit in

My name is Muhammed
But to all and sundry I am Mo
During lunch and after work
Off to the pub I go
A few bevies
Nothing to heavy
Every weekday
Except for Fridays
Coz that’s a holy day

Despite all my compromises of my Islam
I cannot find any peace of mind or satisfaction in my heart
I feel guilty and ashamed
Feelings of nausea and self hate

My mind is in conflict and I find myself asking a question
Maybe to this you can relate
The question is

If you’re convinced of Islam then why follow it in moderation?
Should you not follow it completely and fundamentally?
Despite what the non-Muslims think or say
Coz who are they to tell us how we should follow the truth
When they are lost and following the misguidance.

Author: Showkat

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From: asmasaiyed@aol.com Date: Fri Aug 4, 2006 2:05 am Subject: Isn't it time to come back to Allaah?

Isn't it time to come back to Allaah?
By Asma bint Shameem

We were once lost in the gloom of ignorancePlunged deep in the heart of unawarenessWorshipping dumb idols made of stoneWho would resurrect us, flesh and bone?

We would shed blood for petty reasonsRemaining in war throughout the seasonsWe would bury baby girls, no mercy did we feelNothing seemed cruel to those hearts of steel

And just when it seemed that we were doomedIn front of our eyes our destruction loomed Allaah, the Merciful and the Almighty Sent us Muhammad, a Guidance, a Mercy

He brought us out of darkness into lightHe guided us, he showed us wrong from rightAs we submitted to Allaah, Iman filled our hearts That's where the great story of our Triumph starts

Under his leadership we conquered the worldWith all of its treasures, at our feet unfurledWith Imaan in our hearts so strong so brightNo one could defeat us, such was our might

The strongest authority one had ever heardOur only mission, to spread Allaah' s WordWe were good Muslims, with patience and pietyWe were One Ummah, all brothers with sincerity

But now those blessed days are all but gone. Now things have been turned upside downMuslims and Islam are looked down upon. Where is our Glory? Where is our Dawn?

The world is killing us, tearing us apartThey are eating away at our very heartWe are despised, reviled, we're humiliatedWe' ve lost our honor, we're subjugated

They will invite each other to attack you, he saidJust as to a feast, he foretold years ahead But why, O Messenger of Allaah? they said.Love of the Dunya and hatred of death,

What will it take for you to realize?What's going to make you open your eyes?What will make you hear the children crying?Do you not see your brothers and sisters dying?

How can you remain, silent when you see the aggression Why are you not moved when you see the oppressionDid you, O Dear Muslim, ever ask, Why?Why are we so low, though once sky high?

Its because we strayed away from AllaahIts because we forgot the laws of Sharee'ahIts because we forgot there's a Day of JudgmentWe just got lost in the Worldly enjoyment

We followed our desires, we neglected the prayerWe abandoned the Sunnah, we just didn't careBut even in these times of shame and desperationYOU have the power to change the situation

If each one of you will change for the betterOur strength will surely be put back togetherRepent to Allaah, come back to the SunnahMend your ways, that will renovate the Ummah

Keep the Qur'aan close to your sideMake the Prophet your beloved GuideAnd in this tough time of hardship and despair Don't forget the ultimate power of prayer

Allaah says, O You who believe!If you help Allaah, surely He will relieve,All of your burdens, all of your sorrowSoon there will be a brighter tomorrow

So get up O Muslims! Time to take a stance!If Allaah is with us, no one stands a chance!Haven't we been humiliated enough?Hasn't there been plenty of rough?

Why are you asleep? Wake up O Ummah!Isn't it time to come back to Allaah

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From: Sherwani Mustafa Date: Sat Aug 5, 2006 3:34 am Subject: Oh! The Martyrs of Lebanon .......Dr.M.K.Sherwani

OH ! THE MARTYRS OF LEBNON,PALESTINE,IRAQ ANDAFGHANISTAN ! YOU ARE THE HEIRS TO ABRAHAM, MOHAMMAD, MOASSES ANDJESUS ! BLESSED IS THE EACH DROP OF YOUR BLOOD!It is the pride of your Prophet:It is the envy ofangels,Itis the glory of the Paradise – your celestial abode:It is the food for human dignity: It is the life ofthe Universe,It will produce an unbreakable chain of yoursuccessors. BLESSED IS THE EACH DROP OF YOUR BLOOD!It will seek the salvation for those,Whose timidity has deprived them of this SupremeReward,Whose weakness is their curse, whose silly logic istheir shield;It may germinate in them some manly sprouts. BLESSED IS THE EACH DROP OF YOUR BLOOD!It has squeezed the tears from every eye,It will invoke the Mercy of your Guardian Lord;It will mollify His fury over our misdeeds,It will bring horrible doom to your oppressors. BLESSED IS THE EACH DROP OF YOUR BLOOD!It has quenched the thirst of the holy land ofKarbala;It has revived the legacy of the Son of the Prophet,It has made him cheerful after a long phase ofanguish,It has caused violent tremors in Heavens and Earth.BLESSED IS THE EACH DROP OF YOUR BLOOD! It has given a new vigour to our faltering faith,It has banished from our minds the notion of humanhelp;It has shattered to pieces the idols of ‘ HumanRights’,It has exposed the myth of the roaring lions of theworld-The dreaded Russia, the threatening China,The powerful France and the great United Kingdom;It has proved them all as the poodles andconcubines,Of a monster Bush,Their egotistic leaders cowering and crawling, In abject submission before this Pharaoh of the time.BLESSED IS THE EACH DROP OF YOUR BLOOD!It has attracted the vast ocean of humanity to yourside,It has made even the stony hearts bleeding;It has brought the moral majority on streets allaround,It has drawn a line between virtue and vice. BE STEADFAST! HAVE TRUST IN THE ALMIGHTY, WAIT FOR MEHDI TO EMERGE AND CHRIST TO DESCEND, TO SMASH THE HUBRIS OF THESE HUMAN GIANTS, AND MAKE THIS WORLD A PLACE OF LASTING PEACE.Dr. Mustafa Kamal Sherwani, LL.D.3, Sherwani Nagar, Sitapur Road, Lucknow,IndiaPresently Ag. Deputy Vice-ChancellorZanzibar UniversityZanzibarRepublic of TanzaniaEast Africa

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From: "showkot_ali"
Date: Wed Aug 9, 2006 3:19 pm
Subject: I am Palestine
Salaams
A poem i came across,
plse fwd to all yur friends,
jzk
I'm not a painting where you can change my colour
Nor a book where you can swop me for another
Or change my name to suit the face
Or change the character or the place
Nor change the position given to me by Allah
Or use a legalisation to make me bleed even further
And build walls to corner
The children of Palestine
I'm with a name, a home, a way of life
And what I want is you take a skin dive And see the ocean of blood that flows through me
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers who would've still be alive
If you had the courage to save me, I am Palestine
What you care what the media says about me
They cannot change, paint or corrupt my true identity
It cannot be erased or imprisoned in politicians love for money
It cannot be hidden by corrupt leaders who don't hear me
Nor those who use me to create some superficial destiny
I am Palestine
Tanks may roar, planes and missile poison the sky
Thousands to millions may die
And still you, O Ummah, you lie
Living, speaking my name and cry
When I want action
I am Palestine
Do something, write, march, shout, reply
For the tears of my children pain me deeply when they cry
I wish I could hold them like eagles that fly
Carry them to a place so safe instead of hearing them cry, "why,"
A billion strong can shine through
O Ummah! What is wrong with you?!
I am Palestine
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From: "showkot_ali"
Date: Wed Aug 9, 2006 3:22 pm
Subject: I am Israel
Salaams All
This is my latest poem about Israel
I am Israel
The middles east's only superpower
U Muslims got most of the oil
But still you're politically poor and powerless
We kill your people at will Anytime, anyplace
We're gods chosen race
Palestine is ours
If you want to live
Then get the hell out of our rocket range
Your big Islamic armies don't scare us
You're unelected leaders are our first line of defence
No offence
But that's how it's been since 1948
Our greatest dilemma isn't free pork
But Muslims united under the caliphate
U don't know your history
Therefore u have no vision for your future
Do us a big favour
Stay ignorant and follow the western culture
Integrate and assimilate
Lose yourself and forget about your religion
Coz we aint got enough bullets to kill 1.5 billion
Plus, bullets cost money, you know
We helped to destroy the last Islamic state in 1924
Our Jewish brother Mustafa kamal took care of it
Father of the Turks the foolish call him
They couldn't be further from the truth
We love that title and name
Of your ummah's sad plight u should feel shame.
Muslims stay divided and we are protected
Fight and hate each other based on nationalism
Whoever invented it deserves an Oscar or three
Maybe it was shaytan
What a superstar Ha ha ha
If anyone criticises and the atrocities we are inflicting
We just have to say the buzz word anti-Semitism
That always works and shuts them up good and proper
We're the victims
Coz we are the kings of spin and media manipulation
Six million, six million Holocaust, holocaust
Shindlers list and plenty more fro Hollywood
Maybe time to give bollywood some storylines
About Jews being persecuted in Pakistan and Bangladesh
We have a monopoly on suffering and inflicting pain upon others
We don't care or give a damn about the UN
Those we can't bomb or kill
We tell them to get lost
Just like we told Musa back in the days
We don't follow the guidance
Who is God to tell us what to do?
U pathetic Muslims been crying
Whilst watching
The pain and suffering
Of your brothers and sisters
But America has been busy re-arming us
Even re-fuelling in the UK
Long live Israel
Expansion yet to come
Coz we need more living space
All of Egypt and into Saudi
Author: Showkat
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From: Showkat Ali
Date: Tue Aug 15, 2006 3:39 am
Subject: I am East Pakistan
I am East Pakistan

Created in 1947Torn from mother India And divided from my brotherWest PakistanBy several thousand miles of hostile territory

Land which was once oursUnder the glorious Islamic ruleTaken away by western powersWho looted and pollutedAll of our resources and way of life and values

When we woke up and challenged their injusticeThey responded with barbarismBut Allah was with usAnd they fled and sailed awayWith only a token force remainingLeaving behind a trail of destruction And religions at each others throats.

Divide and conquerTheir contribution to humanityAnd greatest achievement

A great continent one ruled by IslamWhere it didn’t matterWhat religion or no religion you followedBecause you were a citizen of the Islamic stateAn example of multiculturalism Never witnessed since

They divided a great country ingot two but created three separate partsMillions diedBut to them it didn’t matterThey saw us as uncivilised animalsAnd no one sheds tears when dogs die.

East and West Pakistan was soon bornBut only to be torn In 1971Based on regionalism, nationalism, discrimination and exploitationThey had planted the seeds of division as a solution in 47

Brother hated brotherOne brother sought help from the HindusAnd they were happy to contribute to the bloodshed
The victors celebratedBut both sides lost the pleasure of AllahInsulting a Muslim is a sinAnd killing a Muslim is disbelief

Since 71Bangladesh has achieved notoriety and fameThe worlds most corrupt countrySeveral years in a rowPolitically subservient to USA and IndiaInstead of being looted by the elites in West PakistanNow being bankrupted by those in Dhaka

Same sad story in PakistanThe faces may changeBut the corruption remains

How the heart achesAnd regrets the mistake of divisionBrother divided from brotherSince 71Yearning for unityNot based on superiority of regionalism or casteBut one based on Islam and piety
Forget the slogans of Joi Bangla and Pakistan zindabadAnd embrace the slogans of Allahu Akbar, Khilafat, Khilafat

Author: Showkotali@hotmail.com
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From: purpose_4_life Date: Sat Aug 5, 2006 4:40 pm Subject: Poem on Death

Here I am at last I knew this day would come My new home for a time 'til the trumpet shall blow and once again I stand upon an earth renewed

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Dark and still I wait Time has gone Asking my lord for refuge As I did in days gone by

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The call will go on Long after I've gone What did I leave behind? Was I a carrier of light or a player of dreams?
Whose feet walk above me now? Where do they go? From whence do they come? Do they carry on the work Or waste themselves in illusions? Death, the doorway is ever near

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Do they not think of the day? They shall be like me Locked in a tomb Awaiting life The life that never ends?

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From: Shabana Jaffar Date: Wed Aug 16, 2006 8:54 am Subject: O Servants Of Allah

O servants of AllahYoung Muslims of todayYou wait impatiently everydayFor e-mail messages of the dayYou log on several times a dayIt makes you feel goodThen you hear "you got mail"You cannot wait to read itSome messages are goodFrom your friends and relativesBut most are plain junkThat waste your timeYou delete them fastDid you know 1400 years agoAllah sent you a long e-mailThrough Angel Gabriel of courseRevealed upon the holy Prophet(p)Did you open that e-mail?Subj: Quran: the guideDid you down load that file?And book marked in your heart?Had you opened that e-mailYou had read in it allThe stories of the prophets sentThe stories of nations destroyedThere are warning to the mankindAnd guidance for your daily lifeGood news and hope for the futureTo bring you closer to AllahNow, every morning when you wake upRead this e-mail firstSaved in Quran, al-FurqanMemorize and act uponDear young MuslimsThe future of Islam

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From: Shabana Jaffar Date: Thu Aug 17, 2006 1:18 pm Subject: Make Death What You Seek


Make Death What You SeekThe bullets hit your hearts like the stings of a beeYou fall on your face as all you can see,Are the Gardens so wide when you're put in the groundYou've been searching for years and now you have found,The Ultimate Prize, so sacred, so sweetYour bargain with your Lord is finally complete,Because you are all martyrs without fear or griefWho gave all you had for your precious belief,You promised Him your souls and He promised you much moreNow you can enjoy what He's kept in store,An endless reward for those who stood byThe covenant they made that towards death they would fly,While graves burn the sinners and squeeze them so tightYou're shown your places in the Garden, so spacious and bright,On the Day when Great Terror shall steal all their wordsYour souls will rest in the hearts of green birds,Under the Great Throne with beauty beyond measureAt you ar-Rahmaan laughs, expressing His Pleasure,Sufficient is this as a heavenly prizeBut prepared for you is that never before seen by the eyes,On your head is placed a crown, one jewel of which is worthMore than all of the jewels contained in this Earth,You are brought to a gathering with companions so beautifulThe Prophets, the righteous and those who were truthful,Al-Firdaws, where those of the Right Hand shall meetWhere the soil is white musk, so smooth and so sweet,You scoop up a handful and throw it in the airYou are relaxed by the rivers flowing everywhere,Water, milk and honey gushing forth non-stopSo thick and delicious you want to devour each drop,You drink so much you almost end up fallingInto the flowing current, then you hear voices calling,You turn and behold! The voices are singingComing from Maidens so fair and enchanting,These are the Hoorees with round and firm chestsPure untouched virgins, they're better than the best,Seventy-two in all, with large eyes of dark hueEach one created especially for you,They call out your name asking where you areBut to their disappointment, from the battles you are far,Your heart is intoxicated by the pleasures of this lifeFear (of death) has wounded your manhood like a sharp knife,A knife sharpened by the callers to Hell's every doorWho pulled the sword from your hand and threw it to the floor,And given you women, children and money insteadConvincing you 'this is better than ending up dead,'But no! They are alive, rejoicing and provided for!When asked what they desire, they will answer no more!So be from the cream of this heavenly crop!Shake off your fear and let your doubts drop!Pick up the sword and grab your horse's reins tight!Throw off your armor and jump into the fight!Make your path be none other than Islaam's high peakWhose mountain is climbled by making death what you seek!
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From: Shabana Jaffar Date: Sun Aug 20, 2006 6:59 pm Subject: Tahajjud

Tahajjud
One early morning at 3I stood praying silentlyConcentration in reciting the Qurans wordBowing and Prostrating to my LordIn my heart I feel so contentTranquility I feel upon me sentWhen family did come to knowThey ridiculed me for stooping lowFor a moment I did feel shameThen swiftly realised I am not at blameFor, Alhumdulillah, I have been giftedTo partake in the night prayer so rewardedAnd family catching me in the ‘act’Upon them it may positively impactFor them to rethink their connection with the AlmightyAnd turn to Allah with sincerity and humilityYa Allah, I thank you for this chanceFor this virtue to allow my Imaan and a'mal to enhance.This poem was inspired when I read of someone who had been 'found out' by their parents to stand in prayer at night and was encouraged NOT to do so by them. May Allah guide us all to do what is good and stop ourselves from stopping (directly or indirectly) others in doing good, ameen.

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From: Showkat Ali Date: Mon Aug 21, 2006 6:11 am Subject: Land of origin poem

An excellent poem by an exceptional poet.
Land of origin
As you sleep in comfortYour land of origin bleedsCrying out for more than prayer beadsIndeed one sixth of the Ummah is in needOf carriers of the call trained and readyCultured and groomed to remain steadySo of what use is your studyIf your books and notes help nobodyWhilst you continue to receive your monthly payYour brothers awaiting you feel dismaySo ponder upon the blood that runs through your veinsFor the thought of your forefathers remainsAble to create a sea changeWith the call that may initially seem strangeTo remind all of the minarets and forts built long agoWorking to remove the pain, suffering and sorrowNot in vain did Tipu’s blood spillNot in vain did Ghaznawi ride the windsThis land will return to its true originNot of poverty and conflictNor of hunger and the beggar’s bowlTo prosperity and peace shall it returnFor the shade of the Quran do we all yearnWith the rule of He who is not begottenShall we beget, the dawn of a new ageSo don’t just turn the pageThink of the gardens underneath which rivers flowWhich are in the grasp of all those who knowLet not life in the West deceive youThe gates of hell may be waiting to receive youSo add your gust to the winds of changeAnd remember the ahadith about those who are estranged25th April 2005Abu Ismael al-Beiraw
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From: Showkat Ali Date: Thu Aug 17, 2006 9:46 am Subject: Palestinian am I

Palestinian am I
by E. Yaghi



No one can take away from me My identity, For it is mine.
Palestinian am I. I am the river that flows Through my land. I am the mountain Noble and magnificent Rising up out of chaos and destruction.

I greet the morning sun That shines down on my fertile valleys And parches my barren desert.

I am the red poppy and yellow daffodil That grow upon my bloodstained hills. I am the battle cry of freedom That echoes through my corridors And every fiber of my being.
Palestinian am I.
I am the proud owner of Orange orchards and lemon blossoms And honey bees, wild and free.
I am the Palestinian David child wielding a single stone Against the Israeli Goliath. I am not afraid,
For truth is with me and God is on my side. If I die, A choir of angels will honor me And later, my parents will grasp my outstretched hand And join me in Heaven.

I am the tears of Mothers weeping for their dead sons. I am the footsteps of ancient prophets Who foretold of doom and destruction To those who torture and oppress me.

My brethren are the doves, hummingbirds and seagulls That fly unhindered above my sea. I am Palestinian, Therefore, I am.

No one can take my identity Away from me, Not tanks or guns or bombs Meant to desecrate me and kill me.
My country lives in me.
I am the cry of liberty.
No matter what they take from me, They can't take away my identity Or my dignity.
Palestinian am I.

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