Majlis e Muslimeen

  Another oumaima? nay - other's Ameama! - Part 1 She's healed, to God kneeled.. ' Lips sealed !, but many a hearts appealed... This neglect of intellect leaves few appalled... Music's magic called, her fitrah mauled... The heathen's harrow she hauled... The devil shall seethe the day she comes to breathe... But today's ever 'morrow stays my silent sorrow... A rare firefly, a flickered belie... but to choke a fume, noxious tis and for naught? time isn't bought, it's lent so never be hell-bent; this have we been taught.... Lest best ye' shaytaan, his smokescreen to wreathe... Would you still believe or belie? Another oumaima? nay - other's Ameama! - Part 2 The moon wanes when she feigns... faulters thy equivocation, exposed bare by false invocation... generations to entire nations veered by veneration to indignation... to leave the sunnah's moderation for innovation, fearing the ignoramous' social isolation leaves none worthy of angeli...

Part 1 Ye wish to touch the skyline breeze? Yet dash a'rough of the seas' freeze? Your stutter is your rudder! Glaze wood with blubber, not blabber!  In a ship of hope, a common trope Cast high this mast of lie, it's timber a redwood tree! It's shadow a fairy meadow, thine to shine, thine to endow How deprived a'chastity when she did elope.. With her reprived our fares and fairs down this slope... Part 2 Brief is this grief... this lie of relief... now man's prejudice of belief... The clouds darken, my precipice harken... The trees' bark now hardens, in bonsai gardens... Whether you weather these storms or wither to bones... Men walk till hearts leave stones, to cleave if he atones...

Tilt afore yer wilt... hitherto, hid that hilt.. I bid fare thee well, where to?  A no true scotsman's kilt have you worn, ties to kin torn... Weave or waive, a knaive's never to be reborn... Sly my slight sight, but set yours aright afore yer silt to sieve, then you grieve while others be bereaved... Say I must, no ace up your sleeve?  Fay to dust, why did you not believe?  Now heave after your reave!  And row the heathen's raft, without draft, a home to the daft... Or be straight even if a'late, a man to prostrate and bow, without ruckus or row... My moon, a nascent crescent... Its light shimmers my lakeside... Then flickers and wanes, to crocked backs and canes... Off to the final boon or bane

  To Rain till Riviera An accidental day of festivity?  For those deserving... An incremental day of obscurity?  For those undeserving... Relish ye in what could be?  Famish thee! in what would be! A lively tree, it's branches now bent and broken...  A timely flee, if only from those to fleece... I loved greece, but came a waywardly northern breeze... She tempered my temper... An unbridled rage tampered to a hyponopompic caring for the pampered...  I'd shed a river to pave your current, a torrential rain till riviera! Alas! I've led a sliver to cave when they could not brave... Alas! I could not save...

  A water glaze in the midsummer midnoon blaze... My history with you now anew, could we ever erase?  and into a frenzied crowd's craze, we laughed to a crown's daze... Never do you cease to amaze, nay! not even in a midwinter midnight laze... So tell me brother, what makes you faze?  I'd wager a pretty penny, nought ought except a fear, even to me most dear; helps it straighten a'steer, nay, never to veer آمین

  Too little, too late... The sky fell when she could tell... All asunder at her blunder, wept it bitter tears of rain and thunder... All ye had were doubts, I tried dearly to dispel... All yer waswas to repel, couldn't ye tell? I had been cast in yer love binding spell, could I but foretell...  Into the bay of shifting sands, lay a heart most sunken... In clouded clarity, not even a drop, never drunken... So I say much to yer dismay, with all my hopes riding a single ray... Tis now too little, too late... I've my date with fate, and so do you anew.. wish thee I never knew, my sinew ye slew, then with avarice and cowardice flew.. So soil these sands with your presence, for it is much akin to yer absence...  Tawhid's the tenant most true! To what fleck did ye flock?

  My heart sings as a songbird... Hovering all fast paced, for her love I raced!  This hummingbird has all her words, drunk off their sweet nectar and sass... Her looks all glaring, and tempers flaring but this bird is caged in love's iron and brass... For her do I long, but I must now stay strong... These words all so wrong, wrought with a flame of blame... Then cast forth in chainmail, brought her back head to tail...  For this my heart, now frailed, shall be ever so flailed by its heartstrings,  And yet this white lotus brings me pride,  youth back to my sight and a spring back in my stride...  O Allah, let not this gap grow wide,  wash away it's puss in a high tide...

No Woe to Show Sandals of stone, till brim and bone... Candles to atone, all grim and alone... All my why's slip away, all shy and bye... Could I but cry, those tears now dry... I look sky high, those fears now fly... Try as I, trouble and truffle, my very lie... Her lunar eclipse scuffled, my son's sun muffled... For my trifle, they all now stifle... A pin to my chin and head held to a rifle! They fail to flail my skin, so weld by lead, none to take his stead!  They pontificate all pompous, but they lay upon the bay of pompeii!  Much to my dismay do I say, you have lost your way, far away and astray... Into Vesuvius' volcanic depth you lept, morality cleft all asunder... Will you still not surrender? Or wish ye' to be her ashtray? 

 The Grand Forest of Tomorrow Sandals of stone, till brim and bone... Candles to atone, all grim and alone... All my why's slip away, all shy and bye... Could I but cry, those tears now dry... I look sky high, those fears now fly... Try as I, trouble and truffle, my very lie... Her lunar eclipse scuffled, my son's sun muffled... For my trifle, they all now stifle... A pin to my chin and head held to a rifle! They fail to flail my skin, so weld by lead, none to take his stead!  They pontificate all pompous, but they lay upon the bay of pompeii!  Much to my dismay do I say, you have lost your way, far away and astray... Into Vesuvius' volcanic depth you lept, morality cleft all asunder... Will you still not surrender? Or wish ye' to be her ashtray?

  An Eid of Solitude The new moon could not dispel my spell of gloom... This heart's shatter, the echoing silo's of it's boom!  Miss that treachery served on a silver platter... Since you left, within my heart a ravenous cleft... Without you lost light it's hue, would love ever matter?  And so, my love's dove shall take flight whenst the pillager's plight draws in, destined for sight!  Tis not might that makes right, but following Al-Furqan's light! O' dearest firefly.... She now shimmers and flies under the dimmers of war-torn skies, born in the flimmers of far-born lies! Hear ye not these cries? Sights lost longing for your son's eyes... This fever burns hot, a flame over molten iron-scopes.. Dashed ye my hoopoes' hopes, in chains, not even ropes?  In those very depths of darkness, the abyss reminiscences an abscess... Could I to the truth but confess, these feelings quantify and fate defy!

  The Saint's Taint A saint's taint to testify how men deify yet angels vilify... Oh my!  How you lie, yourself belie! Fear Allah, Wrath! from the sky! Fear His inescapable might; if not, are you capable of flight? Will you not die? Thy time ye waste in mire, so shall ye taste a fire, its fiery embers dismembers! Is there any who remembers? Any lighted firefly to codify?  Or are ye some smited storyteller, a faulty merchant seller and possessor of blood like a wine cellar?  An icy heart's cold-rated beat to beat, the sour soul... Its kindled spirit; a gold-plated measure to the kindred spirit, now all beneath the shaytaan's sole.... The sellsword's word and bell, through time's test, fell; as he for fame's face, flaunted... Every coin he counted, every loin he courted!  Courted in courtesy, to exhume ecstacy's soul-choking and foul fume... A poisonous conifer watered by a pestiferous pond, to the death in a debt's bond!  O' how they are of their ...

 Saying “I am Salafi” | Sheikh Al-Albanī  Q: Some of the Du‘āt say: “I refuse to say that I am salafi out of fear that people will think I am a Hizbi.” Is this statement correct or do I have to explain what Salafiyyah is to the people?  A: A discussion took place between me and an Islamic writer who is with us upon the Qur’ān and Sunnah. I ask our brothers from the students of knowledge to memorise this discussion as it has an important benefit.  I told him: “If someone asks you “What is your Madhab (viewpoint)?” What would your answer be?” He said: Muslim  I said: “This answer is wrong” He said: “Why?” I said: “If someone asks you “What is your religion?” What would your answer be?”  He said: Muslim  I then said: “At first, I didn’t ask you what your religion is, I asked you what your madhab is. And you know that in the Islamic lands today there are a lot of different madhabs. You are with us in declaring that some of them have left the fold of Islam,...

  Miscellaneous Memoirs- Capricious Courage  So I settle as spurge nettle... Poised in poisoned mist, unaware of life's gist... Just as limewater lays scourge to a kettle, So does a self-professed depressed's indulgent splurge away from meaningful mettle! And when the dusk's dust does settle, The horseman's astride will bestride any donkey's ride! Your blue's hue! In whom but Allahﷻ could your hearts truly confide? In loser's lieu! For this rollercoaster, into the great roaster, ye forsake the everlasting abide? Tis folly to feign a false gain! You'd escape the Almighty's reign? As if thy creation ends with cremation, all in vain... On that day of reckoning, which king's ring would you kiss? Would you then miss? Thy so called president, just another transient resident's beckoning? Nay! You shall soon know with your mathematically prized certainty! Your erroneous Celsius a few degrees too cold, all for the bigot's ingots of go...

Miscellaneous Memoirs- The Taliban's Testimony P1 You have the watches, we have the time! Your military might to make right? Its trillions now worth a dime! Your Atomic MQ- 1 's yet still devoid of sight! Our Atomic AQ worshipping the One, His illuminating light! Your reconnaissance could not spot this renaissance! Could not resist this resistance of unity's resonance! Now hear my whiplash of rhyme mixing thy ash in grime! You're guilty without penalty? Buying your way through venality? Most spendthrift, ever adrift, till senility! Indeed, none but Allahﷻ could lift this senescence! Animosity and animality your newfound nexus of normality, now not even a formality! What was thee? Alas! these eyes could not see... A hypochromatic chromosome, now a hypochondriac never to atone... Verily, these hearts pump tar; never to scar, this solid lump of stone... Your elected erected monuments of skull, thy charred columns of crime! Just as no dale's nightingale escapes its bird...

  Signify to Dignify We are no strangers to elemental dangers, Ravenous ravines or strenuous streams, forthwith! say these rangers... The ticking tocks of timely crystals, temporaly in tune with heavenly celestials... Daylight's warm breeze and nightlight's cool freeze? Believe then would you! Lest by thy forehead shall he seize... No more time then to lease! Who then be left to appease? Or what of the neonate? Who provides the motherly milk to sate? Or the glucose dose of date? The misotheist's wretched dishonest hate! The sage of age 10... Then when returns this fate most innate?

  The Roaring Rumble Mumble till ye hear the rumble! That day mighty mountains to crumble! Are you not to be stayed by death's stumble? Or to be betrayed, turning thy book in fumble? Then who can intercede to plead from the fire's tumble? Rocks a'blastin' and sparks a'castin'... The knave's cave meant to be everlastin'? His fall his end all, after all, he did reject this call... Terribly thunderous claps for his judgemental lapse, This stormy weather aloft to turn thy skin ever so soft, into lasting leather... And yet you stand on his land with Imans light as a feather? Smoulder's smother be any other! My Lord is One! Ahad! Ahad ul Ahad! He was one when there were none! So shall he remain one when we are all done! These signs last, their dark overcast... What colors of these salient sails, their broken mast! These waves tidal and treacherous as the advisors of the once mighty chosroes...

Miscellaneous Memoirs- Leaves of Light Am I esoteric or egocentric? Perhaps both and also eccentric! If change were to inverse the universe; many an expectations still to subverse, knowing the inimitability of the divine verse... So leave jest, this charade is a false parade... This sieve's test must ye best or find yourself in a grandiose escapade? A leopard's stripe, his strike, none his like! Yet you waver like a little tike... Emperors of empiricism advocate healthy skepticism... This sonic screech sticks like a leech, its nothingness & nihilism... What remorse leaves or moral cleaves when hedonism heaves? Know ye not, nothing to turn or twist without his permission, not even leaves....

  Miscellenous Memoirs- A Jannesaery's Jounrey From this tourney starts man's journey... Journal he may, thoughts of grandeur & greatness, Yet only in humility lies this epiphany, a minion to he whose is ultimate dominion... Does man think himself self-sufficient? His profiteering ever so proficient? Verily, his is a matter most defiled and deficient... I'd be over the days of deliverance ever reminiscent... When this faith's bud just blossomed as a new moon's nightly crescent... These knightly men's fasting by light and prayering by night gave forth from enshrouding darkness a piercing sight! How had we ever, these ways of valor, lost; and for such meager a cost... Yet I still see glimmers of an essence, perhaps to signal an end in this long lapse in luminescence... These scales of rigour sequester men of vigour... Not tongues vulgar, nor deeds dying and leger... Where be those astute arms, the sight of whom shayateen greeted by ringing alarms...

  Tunnels of Torment Traversing memory lane's tunnel feels like falling through a funnel... This peg now on its last leg, she oft leaves her claustrophobic kennel... Would I in my duties fail or faulter? Now high on haunting hallucinations, they rob my every joy and laughter... These voices reverberate, longings to my lifeline separate... Forsaking myself, I now lay ever despondently desperate...