Majlis e Muslimeen

Poem 14- The Darwinism Delusion P1 In a valley of flowers where none of man's architecture towers... The drizzling rains fall, sunken in dirt's drains yet coursing, through man's very veins... These showers to leave a lingering moisture of earthly scent, its heavenly descent... Yet in defiance, ye still relent? Ungrateful for these favours God sent... See ye not the subtle and sublime driving force which powers? He who, man, empowers! From his weakened state, Lo! hear his fate! A sperm drop to a clinging clot... Was man's creation for naught? Who proportioned man, delivered life from the throes of death, the gift of birth? Who blessed ye in life so ye may know grief from mirth? Yet in darwinian delusion, ye deny yer self-worth!  Will ye not remember? Yourself surrender? Vanity is the merchandise of this world,  a fleeting existence whisked away in time's sway... Will you not then endeavour to find the way? Befits man, creation's best & God'...

Miscellaneous Memoirs- Ar-Rahman's Rahma.... Step ahead without dread... Expunge from yer blood pumping sponge, lies it's been fed... Transform for true inner reform, away from shallow societal norm... We pass away, in waves swept astray, happily dying in our alotted dorm... Had summer's sun shone, would there not be one but seeking shade under a sandy stone? So why then do you not atone? Know ye not, each answer's for his own and we shall return to our graves all alone... If I were to write of His forgiving might, then in fright not even shaytaan would turn in flight... Yet ye despair of dawn's sight, woefully wrought for an eternal night... Ask and ye shall receive, why do you let him deceive? Shaytaan to man is an open enemy! This idea when will you conceive... The doors of forgiveness shall never close till the sun's western rise in a poetic prose... So then smell the fragrance of this red rose till time's icy shards leave deeds in eternal fr...

  Miscellaneous Memoirs- Seeds to Sirat...  This chapter now last, finally freed from the spells cast... Ye close the book and into death's glimmer look, your soul now shook... Malik Al-Mauth's ceaseless rebuking, "Why silent as a mime? Lost ye any time to return that wrongfully took!" Had this reality upon him dawned when the warners warned then he would not have been damned, ever to be warmed... Or what thinks ye of the wretch who would every gossip fetch and foster... The imposter has this fool aloof that his plans foolproof! This life's nuthin' more than a gag, a goof! The truth could not be any further, he's just another, deceived by hell's herder... His gloating gall now met with a vicious maul... Like him, every headless will therein fall... No way to abridge this passing, only the pious surpassing! They thought themselves playing, now these sins heavily weighing! Its weight will make every all too weary! Never will ye, those rotten fr...

Miscellaneous Memoirs- Signs to Seek Solitude  Larpingly harkening the heatful abode, I loathe having lost my anecdote... When ways become sly and the humble considered shy... When for the idol of money men vie and the truthful belie... When the colors of vanity eyes dye and every voice echos, "He stole my...." Then know nations hearts die... When the hammer of justice rusts, people misjudge and the wrongful trust... When amorality becomes a must and people forget they too shall return to dust... When every heart lies overturned in lust and time's gust of wind fleets ye away Jan to August... Then know this anti-thesis must ye look upon with utter disgust... When mouths move to mock and ships cargo worthy of embargo dock... When disputes resolve by the glock and every walk causes ogling men in lecher to gawk... When manhood is to be a wing clipped hawk and the patient now start looking at the clock.... Then know Islam has ceased to exist as a political entity, ...

  Poem 13- Slithering in a Sandstorm   How many volts of static shock? How many vaults with hearts in lock? How many talk only to mock! Astray do they all walk! Like a pigeon's eyes shut 'fore the cat's pounce, left not a shred of honor nor dignity, not even an ounce.... We'd rather pretend than our ways mend... Every carnage courting carnival and flagrancy fueled festival, every Halloween party and Christmas dinner must we at our own gunpoints, attend... Dearest friend, listen close for the information I am about to disclose runs deeper than its poetic prose... For the silent sentinel, no longer sentimental, barely stands watering this graveyard's lone rose.... This advise only can I afford to lend, the Qur'ān must ye read, this I recommend! And yet again, I recommend! Unveil then its cosmic secrets once revealed, ever revered... Its saves from an abysmal edge, any downtrodden on shaytaan's sledge... Hold fast onto it lest in division, ye then l...

Miracles- (Not a poem)  Tis my reflection on the Islamic philosophy of miracles & my issues with the Western thought process ... So westerners even including "spiritual ppl" have this issue with accepting miracles and look at natural processes as absolute and unchangeable. I wanna challenge this thinkin that tries to explain metaphysics using science, science can only go as far as to explain how natural processes work and dont give us an objective reference point as to how to feel about certain actions and no, we cant derive that from our own subjective experiences as a community because truth isn't a democracy and saying cuz vast majority consider something acceptable doesnt entail that it's supposed to be objectively right, it's a bandwagon fallacy and only works if the current societal structure and norm follows objective (divine for me) ethical principles which you know are subject to change ALL the time so that's stupid to rely on it. What I've fo...

  Extract 1- (An extract from a conversation between Sifreel and Afreet...) Afreet : Tall and strong, blue eyed and fair... Stares he into the abyss, does he seeks to find glare? Sifreel : Tighten the straps lest ye fall from your mare... I know not, perhaps seeking worldly lust, then like others before him, his nose shall soon find itself in the dust, does he dare? Afreet : Mislead into the beast's lair, W alking into the deluder's treacherous plots? Knows he not! Hellfire lacks not in empty slots.. Sifreel : Ha! Then he'd better write his will, appoint an heir! Afreet : Waterless like a wilting rose potted in its vase... His soul too, starved and breathless in a glass-case... Its dimensions ever shrinking, the soul now bruised and blackened, its voice only shrieking... Sifreel : Indeed! Why does he not spend some time in seclusion, truth-seeking? Afreet : I know all too well his kind... They all walk blind... A veil set over their hearts and mind... ...

  Poem Gamma- The Ottoman Nightfall.... As the sun once drew anew, its phase now last, a glorious zenith well past, driven into the horizon, bloody and sunken... The times deciduous, it's men drunken... An empire fallen into the decadence of dependence, failing to regain any sense of semblance... She cries in remembrance for her silhouette has lost all resemblance.... It weighs on our chests more than a ton to see this eclipsed sun... In it's shadows, a pestiferous festering! It's roots of corruption now taking hold, the sultan's courtly viziers cheaply sold and mujahideen dying in darkness and cold... By its leisures allured, the world over have we toured... I say with certainty a story often untold, such a mould cast can never again be poured and since its collapse, this seething sorrow can not be cured...

  Children's Poem 1 - Islam Say, Your Lord is One! He is Great! He begets not, nor is He begotten, He has no mate! All men mortal! Each must remember his appointed date! Pray now 'fore you're prayed after & tis too little, too late! Perform a perfect wudu and say, " Ash-hadu 'an laa 'ilaaha 'illallaahu wahdahu laa shareeka lahu wa 'ash-hadu 'anna Muhammadan 'abduhu wa Rasooluhu" O pened then for you every gate! Enter then paradise! Relaxing & reclining on couches amidst friends & family, these old stories would you then relate! Or neglect only to regret having boiling water to quench the thirsts and pus-filled exudates for a fasting hunger to sate! But dont fear or fret! This wretched destination is only a disobedient one's fate! So will you let them your Prophet ﷺ berate? Or waste time arguing in academic debate? Nay! Let your heart guide, for these worldly gains will one day subside! Make no mistake! For shay...

Poem 10- In Y outh... The rains drizzled, with it my infatuations fizzled... Death has befallen our manhood, kenneled like some dog muzzled... Hearts shook with uncertainty, doubting and puzzled... Running amidst the thick of rebels... Forsaking reverence, how destiny foretells... This is naught from your Lord but a test, so preserve! Lest the torment strike you too, it's strain too severe.... You were chosen as God's viceregents, this din's inheritors... Raising high the banner of rectification, the winds then stretching it out till complete beautification... Yet all you could inherit was the Israelites' cowardice and treachery... Befits you then! O' befits you, this humiliating heart-shackling slavery.... Ah! Fallen prey have ye O' muslim, to the revengeful plottings of the soul ravager... Torn apart & feasted upon by his loin's  bloodthirsty scavengers... Forsaken have ye the courage of your forefathers? Befits a muslim, for his life and...

  Poem 12- Destiny's Warcry! O' Insolent Ignobles! Have you considered us mere fawn? By Allah's might! We shall show you nightly stars even after dawn... You dare dampen this din's fragrant musk? We shall wipe you out 'fore this day's setting dusk... No longer yesterday's subservient and empty husks, now you shall face a mammoth's tusks... Traces of treachery no longer lingering... These flames not doused nor flickering... Soon turned upside down, these wretched faces scheming and snickering... God shall set confusion's veil on your hearts, your ranks belligerent and bickering... O' Allah! Turn their world upside down, set on their faces a sorrowful frown... Grant us instead, leadership's crown! We shall once more bring justice to this landscape, the evils ones shall find no escape! None innocent shall we beat or berate! Hear my pleas Ya Rabb! You surely are well acquainted even with our very heartrate! Learnt have we our lesson...

  Poem 11- In Philosophy & Prophethood See your last in this ocean vast, ever adrift... Alas, broken man's compass, his logic won't suffice.... Scratch all he may to fay, find then naught but lice... These ideas you conceive, who but yourself do you seek to deceive? Remember death! Its imminent approach, ever swift... This plague of pestilence has come to pass yet the truth you still do not perceive... Your eyes ever sharp, why open them in the dark? A rift in your raft! This craft you simply can not draft... These saline waters must ye never drink lest into madness should you sink... In those very depths of darkness, lost then your eyes sharpness, awaiting dinner with these scalded water's streamlined swimmer. .. Then as a tree's likeness to its bark, so be to shaytaan this scaly shark... For his pleasure, your half devoured corpse now a disgraced caricature, its squalid scent a'waft... All but for a moment's eye blink? Bleeding on a snath's...

Poem 9- A Phoenix's Rebirth...(Main-Part3) A full moon's nightlight, ever in sight! Ever bright! Destiny's knots tied tight... Nigh is the time of our awakening! Move ye! The omens show right... God willing, We shall turn them on their heels, put their multitude to flight.... But firstly, bloodlet this venom of sleep, pitifully drugged... O' wretched ones! Turn now! Long enough have you, this calling shrugged! Chosen ye to inherit this earth... Predestination rejecting your resignation, Chosen ye from the cradle of birth... Tactless uncouth! Where lies dead your fiery youth? See ye not? Death lies in their wake... Rectify this mistake! The banner of leadership, now, you must retake... End the occultist's oppression... His magic's might naught but superstition... To Allah alone belongs all might and majesty... In Him alone do we seek amnesty... This nation's heart not yet dead... Lies have they been fed... Nay! Severely have they been mislead...

  Poem 7- A Phoenix's Death (setting the stage -- Part 1) "Feverish over this lickerish life? Come join us dancing in delight! A gathering surely sparkling to your sight!" By His might! I fear His wrath sending ye frenzied in a confused flight... Retribution's terror then striking deep in thy hearts, what a terrible fright... Clouds impending, what signal be they sending? Providing or depriving us of life? Felling waters of calm or calamity? See you not how my skin grows pale... The roads of redemption, I fear, now covered in hail... Reprisal for an existence of unrepentant vanity and vacuity... Muddy puddles created all around, tiptoe and sidestep! Trip ye! All it takes is one misstep... "He fears me!", watching thou with disgraceful impunity... Yet all you've done is avoid it's impurity... Our hearts veiled in confusion's concealment.... Laughing ignorantly in blissful merriment... See you not, tis only in your detriment... Ou...

Poem 6 - Hellfire's Ire! (P1) The earth spills its contents shaking and quacking.... The darkened skies torn asunder in a revengeful rupture... His word justified against the unjust, entangled in the webs of plotting of their own making... Driven in a horde to the gates of hellfire's ever heatening abode, a faceless frightener phonating, 'This reality, how were you not able to capture?' Sorrowfully seething, remorseful and regretful, over this advertent apocalypse... Ah' but your vision was too blurred and blinded by this ever enshadowing eclipse... The burden seemingly daunting, its task too demanding so hooting and hollering, they scoffed, what torment? Truly, I weep when I see in your bellies a fiery flame a'casting, its embers sparked by this wine you so drunkenly drink & fervently ferment... Like wildlings in the wilderness, their clothing slowly unravelling and skin repulsively revealing... Flailed alive now, their parched skin peeling without...

Poem 5 - Turned over in Turmoil P1 She moves majestically though at odds with modesty... She speaks gracefully but not graciously... I'd lock time's clock to stare in her eyes, gleaming with beauty... But blinded, she walks away and astray... This ending unbecoming, I wish she'd start over half way... Instrumental instigations her melody, classic and contemporary but still tone deaf... Forsaking her to this vanishing fantasy- a faithless state? O' you! From your mother, may you be bereft... Could I, I'd rip apart this earth and sky, in search of a sign most convincing and high, but no pious prophet am I... Fallen in failure, I bid the a feverish farewell. Onwards now, forthwith!  Respiteless, watching on tomorrow's ravine of ruins... You could've seen serene rivers of honey and milk... Enshrouded in gold and green brocades of silk... A path thornless, shaded under the mighty throne.... A timeless gem cast away, what an evil end you have borne... ...

 Poem 3- That Halloween Party P1 This dance of chance without any rhyme or reason... To the thoughtful, its very notion is treason... I see flocks of sheep and herds of cattle... Driven to the green pastures of fable... Rusty hearts turned to stone... Like dogs, chasing every thrown bone... This circus I walk in, a labyrinth of tricks... Conjured in a cacophony of crows, trampling any voice leaving naught but shrieks... Now that I have seen, I weep as the morning dew... I see the guardians of truth, so little and few... I want to enter my grave alive, for I am already dead... Freedom from this despicably sheepish life I've lead... Something unshackled, something unearthed, I wish we'd be swallowed whole... From the sky or perhaps a monster of the deep, taking with it every last fucking soul... Poem 4- That Halloween Party P2 This moon is a crescent tonight; A testament to man's foresight. I find them evil but stand in their midst begrudgingly; My hypocrisy s...

 Poe m 1- Modern Man's Melancholy P1 I have stepped into this world and found this society lacking; Chasing every whim and carnal desire, casting away any moral backing; This modernity, what is it but rationalized lust; A sickening stimulation akin to brains in a dopamine vat. We think not but as our forefathers, we too shall return to dust; So I stand, a cognizant cog in a grand scheme of clockworks trying to tell the time; Will you not then reason, 'O mankind? I saw in my dreams a foggy island and on it, a tormented soul looking beyond its grave repeating, "Your disbelief eludes me, does it truly elude you too?" I draw in closer as he laments, "Time bears witness! I stood where you stand allured by these very chasms of depravity and yet I dove in chasing after its fleeting leisures. Deceived & deceited was I! Time bears witness! your reckoning too is neigh." Yes, Indeed! The last hour of destiny shall come to pass-by. But mankind sees it not, w...