Because Of You.

I feel as though over the years my heart has changed shape.

Chipping away at my heart, my arteries and veins

have carved your name; it may sound insane

But why else would my heart favour you

over any other, so it must be true.

I refuse to believe I am in love

Indeed I am in deep attachment to you

I tell myself to get a grip and move on

From this childhood crush

But then I feel my blood rush

In a rage, defiantly

As if you have a control over me internally

At least I have my mind, right?

That you cannot control

I tell myself that anyway, because

You already have a hold on my soul

So I'll be the commander of my thoughts

And I’ll think about whatever I want

But I can't focus I can't sieve through my mind

Because my heart is too loud

I can’t focus when it is the only sound

My heart screams your name throughout my body

Distorting the functions of my organs

And they begin to chant along too

So I give in to the internal screams for a moment

And reminisce back to the days of innocence

To the conception of this sensuality

Back to when you were first introduced to me

As if with a simple hello

You planted a seed in my heart

Which grew with time and

Beckoned my soul towards you

To this point, where I am weak
Because of you.

Marriage

Like every other girl, I used to dream too

Of getting married

To my knight in shining armour

Arriving in our horse and carriage

But knights are only in fairytales

With happy ever afters

And those sort of endings don’t exist

Unless it’s in the hereafter

So I pray for a companion

A person that will be my best friend

Who believes in the creator

And knows that this world will surely end

Money, fast cars and big houses

These things dont mean anything to me

The reality of this world is temporal

And it’s only in religion that we’ll find stability

So he doesn’t have to be a doctor or a lawyer

I’d much rather he be a shepherd

Like our beloved Muhammad Mustafa

And love for the sake of Allah

Someone whos heart is beautiful

He will help complete half my deen

Someone who is loving and humble

Together we’ll strive for the life of the unseen

We’ll share a hunger for knowledge

He doesn’t have to be a graduate with a degree

Together we’ll indulge in worship

And build a relationship based on piety

Not an ounce of arrogance or pride

Every word gentle off his tongue

He’ll respect and honour the old

And be patient with the young

Showing kindness to others

Helping the needy and giving to charity

Praying salah and fasting in ramadhan

Will be his passion not only his duty

I don’t hope for perfection

I do not dream of a prince charming you see

Nor of a knight in shining armour

But rather someone with the same goal as me

A Thief that steals youth

And beauty taking it from you

unknowingly

Replacing it with wisdom

A professional that can

Make the rich poor

And give it all

To another

A healer that can

Mend broken ties

And heart ache

A friend that shows

What is true

And what is fake.

Time.

Death

Every day is a blessing

And after a good day I’m happy

But afraid for tomorrow

Because tomorrow may bring misery

I’m afraid of death

Afraid of losing a family member or a friend

So I cherish every breath

And every moment with them I spend

It keeps me up at night as I lie in bed

It’s always on my mind

So I don’t plan too far ahead

I hope for a future, a good life

I hope to have kids and be somones wife

I hope my mum gets to see it

Coz my dad had to leave

I’m afraid of not being ready for death

When its ready for me

Will my sins be heavy and my grave so tight

Or will my grave be illuminated with light

I’m afraid of waking up to bad news

And hearing about some else I had to lose

Will I remember their voice and their laughter

Will I see them again in the hereafter

I’m afraid of not reaching 30

If I die now, I wonder who will remember me

Tomorrows not promised to anyone

Doesn’t matter if your 91 or 21

I’m afraid of death

I’m afraid of this being my last breath

My thoughts/quotes and dua's

"No regrets, just lessons learnt" - How could you have learnt anything if you have no regrets from it.. And how can you repent if you don't regret.. Regretting the past isn't a bad thing like we're often told.. Regretting is a good thing, it shows humility..


Our good deeds will be the only thing with us in our graves so they should be the dearest thing to us. No matter how much we love someone or something, we will leave it all behind to be alone in our graves with just our deeds..


Respect your parents always. Whether your lucky enough to have both parents living or just one. Love them & care for them, just how they cared for u as they brought u up & helped u take ur first steps. Look after them when they get old, how they looked after u when u were a baby. May Allah swt protect our parents, & always keep them happy. May those parents that have left this dunya be granted enternal bliss. Ameen.


Ya Allah, give me strength to accept the things I cannot change. Give me strength to welcome every trial with 'Alhamdulillah'..


Do not compare yourself with other Muslims to see what you have achieved. Compare yourself with the prophet (saw) to see what you have not yet achieved. Do not compare yourself with other Muslims to see how far ahead you are. Compare yourself to prophet (saw) to see how far behind you are.. We all have a lot to learn..


I pray that when death is ready for me.. I am ready for it.. May we all die as the best Muslims we can be, with our good deeds at their highest and our sins at their lowest, with our Emaan so strong and our love for Allah swt incomparable with anything else. Ameen. That's how I want to die.


"If you dont pray the rest of your salah there's no point in praying Jum'ah" - The amount of times I've heard this.. Lets refrain from saying things like this and discouraging our bros n sisters from praying.. As muslims we should encourage and support one another!!


A lie is a lot heavier on ones soul than the truth, no matter how harsh the truth is.. You need to be true to yourself in order to be true to others! Don't cage yourself in by lying to yourself, set yourself free, truth is the key! :) 


Being judged on your tight, revealing clothes, slim waist and big assets is oppression. Having to conform to western ideals and look as good as the girl on the tv is oppression. Being yourself and not trying to be like someone on the front of a magazine cover is being free, free to live happily in your own skin. Being judged on your inner beauty and character is liberation. My hijaab is liberation.


If you're real, you don't need to be telling everyone all the time 'yeah I'm real'.. Many people claim to be real, but only a few will prove it.. The realest thing about some people is how fake they are.. Eventually they all start showing their true colours..

Mother..

Mother,

Paradise lies at your feet

It's clear in the way you care for me,

The way you talk to me

The way you hug me..

I hear an angel in your gentle voice

I feel a warmth in your arms

There's a healing in your touch

A touch that makes me calm

Self-sacrificing, you'll starve

so your child can eat

You'll get up at night

to check up on me 

whilst I sleep

When I'm in pain, you cry

You work hard to 

Provide for your child

Yet not once will you sigh

You must be an angel

I admire you for your strength

you carry the burden of pain

loss, heartbreak

But you still smile for me

And I smile for you

because I know 

If I cry, you'll cry too

Mother, there's something heavenly

about you 

In everything that you do ♥

Ala Kachuu

Laughing, clapping, celebrating..
A joyous occasion for him and his family.

Screaming, resisting, crying..
I just wanted someone to help me.

It was no use, he had found his prey,
In one snatch, he took me away,

To be his wife, his new bride
At the expense of my dignity, my pride.

His home was now my prison,
Doing a life sentence with no conviction.

I had no choice, but to live with the pain
Or else in society I would have been a stain.

No other would have married me
So I had to endure the hurt silently

Not once were my feelings considered
I'm now old, wrinkled skin, hair withered

I had always imagined my fairytale wedding
Never had I thought I'd be the victim of a bride-kidnapping

A tradition known as 'Ala kachuu'
A tradition that could stop, if only more people knew.