Majlis e Muslimeen

  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... 

                                                Bilad Ash-Sham My country of Ash-Sham lies in shambles.. Scrapped away by those astray, he  scrambles .. For power and politics in eloquent rhetorics.. Verily! Himself, a pitiful self, he entangles! Strung for those he stung, once vicious now viscerous entrails, how treachery entails! These are no mumbles of a man, eccentric.. But truths darting centuries, their testimonies only in cradles & cemeteries.. We'd pretend, "our lives shall extend!" Yet even he who'd hedonism command, could not commend! Him should you befriend? This trust you lend only to be reciprocated by treachery, how a  tragic end!  So who could or rather would on that day lend? You be blinded by thy lusts & passions, heartless compassions & flaunting fashions! What though of he who fashions? Fashioned man into the best of s...

     Jets over Jerusalem Part-1 بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم  O' People of Rabat, harken to hear a story most dear, of Al-Quds' Ribat... Whilst the clever consequentialist checks off his never ending list, His prayer poised without flare, only hypocrisy's flair... Verily, their speech most measured, elated & eloquent yet how so unfair!  Hell's herder only takes these flocks, their hearts in locks, to lecher & lust's lair.... Their silencing muzzle leave the land of Quds to rivers of blood, guzzle.... These times forecast a vast overcast, its dark shades... The truth how rarely spoken, we'd now need hearing-aids! To these widows' wades! O' their wailing wades! Burrow beneath this sorrow, find ye seeds to survive these weeds, this night's new 'morrow! Men of an upright spine, it's prolific marrow! Their foreheads dusted yet destined to shine! An arrow away from firdaus, to dance and dine! These are the souls of salvation, Ahle Quds; ...

  Miscellaneous Memoirs- Dreams of Deliverance! These gates' grand entry mine for a few dates thine? His everlasting and absolute mercy, how so divine! Qalb as-Salem! These hearts, how so pure and fine! This inheritance his who's tawheed draws destiny's line! Distinguish they haq from batil so extinguish may the nafs! fiqar o' faqar's katil... They'd stave off fitnah for fitrah, tempts them neither wine or swine! These are the inheritors, flying to firdaus! Their faces illuminating, ever to shine! From couches they'd recline, their joy never to decline!  In magnificence shall they dine! See ye, Ummat e Muhammadia ﷺ's fate for endearing this wait? Nour's Hourrs their mate! See outside your loft & say how oft! How oft do fates such intertwine? Proclaim then his praise & lower thy gaze! For know we must endeavour to endure this maze, much to the shaytaan's wretched amaze! And fear not! For the sattar ul ayyub will make this mayyu...

  Twins in Trio- Gracefully Gracious How'd ye' be when terror reproaches thee... Where to could any then flee? Normalized in this norm, if only her storming storm could you but see... What thinks ye of the hexagonal honeycomb's busy bee? It's medicinal belly cures ye into a cheerful glee... Or remember then none but thy own self as a bare babe, how so wee... Who brought ye into strength? Rooted firm and tall as a towering tree.... A cry to proclaim Jesus, then only to mock and instead deify John locke or chant ye Jay-shree? These many a magnitude repeat a historic feat, locked fates for locked knees.... Twins in Trio- Remorsefully Rebellious Read! Read in the name of thy Lord, entirely merciful & especially merciful! Read aloud and high, to rectify! Heard in the seven skies, to sanctify! So perhaps thy hearts then, in truth, testify! And yer charred characters may beautify! Yet all I see be black hearts spotted in spotify! So would then he who takes o...

  Miscellaneous Memoirs- The Hitler Messiah Care to dare? Glare ye into my soul searching stare; I have for ye but a question from beauty's blue, Tell me of a clue; anything of value, in this old ware? Search all ye may to fay but the answer is clear as day... Ye be monotonously lobotomized in this feat of social engineering, This fool an optimized tool, meant for their profiteering... Yer lives sold for their luxury, yer health for their wealth and yer peace for their piece... Will ye not then, this opportunity seize? Forthwith! By the forehead! Answerable for this life of luxury he's lead! Took our women to bed than the poor fed, see ye all his face now ever so red! Our blood and sweat his wine, cut the lifeline of this swindling swine... See how fate's threads intertwine? Would we but in union dine than whine over mine from thine.. This life has a thin line between sweet and brine, so always strive and let integrity define.... We be pawns in their puzzle, preferab...

 Miscellaneous Memoirs- History's Heathens Dance to this final date with fate! For little did we know till t'was too late... Now no clinging coins or leisurely loins may sate... How myself formost, do I most miserably hate... Could destiny take my blame? How does anyone ever tame? And why must we return to dust? So to what use be my lust... Our little game ends with a faceless name; Had I but only used my brain whilst I was still on that train! But now locked my lane, I can not even go insane... My gall! My glory! My story! I see it all swerving down historylane's drain, my false gain! ~How are we ever so veiled in vain...... So am I deservingly destitute, without relax or restitute & ever to be in tormentful pain... Only are you alone to atone, ever atone... But you knew, didnt you? You were told of this matter many fold foretold, it was all known... But all you did was frown, your conscious drown & serve the lesser crown... Drunk till dawn, then ...

  Miscellenous Memoirs- Shaytaan's Final Sermon Would a twirling tornado's might compare with the majesty of a wrist's twist? Would only allegories and analogies give away this life's gist? Which examples would suffice? How many would I have to list? Would the sun shine, warming a day whenst your hands be free from wine? Whenst thou finally desist, than thy Lord resist? This sorrow ever awaits the new 'morrow, Saved would ye, by threaded margins; narrowly escaping this scraping arrow... Fired by one doused in flames of infamy, his blatant blasphemy... Ties immaterial since time immemorial now cut by brewed feelings of distrust, how precise this surgeon's hysterectomy! From blight's burrow he draws, never withdraws... His quiver coated in quicksilver housing arrows, poised in arrogance.. In delusion, ye now sharing in his illusion, A false sense of self-dominance... Verily, thou shall find a rebuking retribution! Ye' have all fell into this d...

  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...

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...