Majlis e Muslimeen

  Miscellaneous Memoirs- A Mystic's Murmur Hath history lost its mystic mystery... Left we to feel without appeal; Like animals in anarchy for a hunger staved meal... Or with draining dilemmas, causing gliomas, shall we ever deal... My eyes gawk as a soaring hawk, Where but doom leads this path we walk? I see many a barren fields fenced off by nurtured ego's shields; Drinking from this chalice of malice; who, but the callous devil-incarnate, yields? Who but ye alone, the power to change, wields? A timely injunction at this life threatening junction, surely naught but a sherlock's deduction! Or has ye succumbth to the succubus's sly seduction? An ever failing and faulty production... On time's station ye sit, so say then, do these actions befit? Is this the recompense for intellect's gift? To spend than lend? A heart thirsting to spendthrift? Verily, the word has already come into effect against most, yer judgements shall be ever swift ! Forgotte

  Miscellaneous Memoirs - A Mu'min If westerly winds were to grip muslims in an emasculating cold... Then make dua to Allah Azawajal, yearning for a turning most emancipating, many fold foretold... A time without deception, it's most awaited reception! It's conception begins with the fortified mind's inception... One who disowns the public's perception seeking his soul's redemption... Unlike the glimmering sky streak, his ascension would find no peak... A fitting fortitude through silencing solitude does he oft seek... For a brief moment, time seemingly slows in suspension; This transcending vision would pierce through destiny's dimension! A hyper-awareness materializes man's self-awareness... He would then seek no attention much to shaytaan's dismal infiltration... True knowledge be boundless, none able to store in memory's retention... To him this grim invokes a trance like hymn, would any but his Lord matter? Nature or Nurture? He

  Miscellaneous Memoirs- Man's Nature & Nurture (not a poem ... yet!) I've thought about this matter for some time & noticed it's quite hard to explain without analogizing.... Imagine yourself hanging off a cliff's edge and this cliff runs a long distance sideways as far as your vision takes you & you see others too hanging off this cliff's edge...  Some higher and most lower, only a few selected individuals manage to climb up & stand off it's edge, these are pious prophets. Their mission is to lend a helping hand to those still trying to climb up & pull them up too cuz if you look down, its just a dark abysmal emptiness...  Whilst everyone tries to climb up, sometimes mistakes happen and their 'hand' or 'foot' slips (their hearts via private parts & tongues deviate - separately) so they drag themselves down the edge further...  If this happens enough times, eventually the edge's sky light becomes too dim to see anymor