Another oumaima? nay - other's Ameama!

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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 angelic admiration...

Where was your heart's hesitation in their imitation? 

What a wretched situation...


The truth you must face, these lies efface...

cleaving away, leaving not even a trace...

sound be the salaf's manhaj, a muslim's base; this flower's vase...


Let not this fear of a schism lead you to pluralism, for that will be your pleural effusion...

Thereafter, naught but deliriums of confusion then delusion, the shaytaan's collusion...


You seek an outcome most bleak, to mix as a way to fix? 

rather, I seek refuge in Islam's centrifuge...

The cells of immunity keep health's unity, but the AIDS of creedal egalitarianism kills the body with impunity...

So cleanse away the pus of the khalaf's impurity, and sterilise with the salaf's piety into purity...


For a Muslim could never unite upon falsehood, nor he should...

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