Hadith poems on Hello Poetry

Nuha Fariha Jun 2019

Allah’s messenger said, ‘Allah has ninety-nine names, one hundred less one and he who memorized them all by heart will enter paradise.’ To count something means to know it by heart - Sahi Bukhari, Vol. 9, Book 93, Hadith 489

Cook her with Honey, Sweets, Glorious Sugar
Peaches and Hares, Soft Haired Stranger
smells like Tulips, Beloved Roses, Jasmines,
Violets, Blessed Lilies, Lotus Stars and Songbirds

First Born, Second Born, Eighth Born
The Oldest Daughter, Shy and Timid
My Father’s Blessings, My Mother’s Tears
Promise of God, God is My Father
One Who is Alive, a Songbird Fantasy

Person of the Night who Loves the
Beautiful Night Rain, *****,
Jezebel’s Daughter, Detesting Witch

she is One Who Can Forsee, Prideful,
Original Sin, Woman of White Magic
Wild As a Mountain Goat
Torch of Light, Light of Mine, Light All Around

watch the Woman with Crown, a Woman of Victory
Truthful Ruler of the House, Ruler with a Spear
Fighting Filled With Wrath, Strong as a Little Bear
Battle Armor From the Land of the Broken
Protector of Sunrise and Nightfall
Fighting a Battle in Winter with
Wisdom and Justice

A Princess Who Has A Heart of Gold
Beauty, A Woman of High Manners
Noble Queen, Radiant Precious Stone
Shining Diamond, Like Smooth Dark Wood

our Possession, our Brand New Home, our Feast
A Reward Given, an Afterthought Charity, Chaste Homemaker
Wealthy Companion, Warm Fire, Compassionate Nurse
Say the Prayers with Heavy Stones

Divine Woman. Universal Woman.
God’s Messenger,
Holiness, Living.

#muslim #diaspora #name

Sharina Saad Feb 2014

If Muhammad comes...

would you give him your nicest room?

would you serve him your signature meal?

Would you hide some magazines and put
The Quran where it should be?

Would you still watch those movies,Or your T.V. set?
Or would you switch it off?

Would you turn off the radio,And hope he had not heard?

And wish that you did not utter your last loud hasty word?

Would you hide your worldly music, And instead take out Hadith books?

Would you keep up each and every prayer?
Without putting on a frown?

And would you always jump up early, For Fajr at dawn?

And I wonder…if the Prophet (saw) spent, a day or two with you,
Would you go on doing the things you always do?
Would you go right on and say the things You always say?
Would life for you continue As it does from day to day?
Would you pretend to be somebody else...
Just because prophet Muhammad comes...?

Tauhid Mar 2016

full beard

I have a full beard
Finely combed and shiny
that's why when I walk,
I walk with shoulder high
When I smile or laugh
It radiates and awaken dead soul

I have a full beard
it covers the skin blemishes
it makes me handsome,
humane and not a terrorist

my beards make me proud
it brings happiness and sheds depression
I'd have it over all the wealth in this world, cause Islam says so

Note, I speak bearable English
sibe sibe omo yoruba nimi pelu
i majored in law
So you need not utter disrespect

I pray five times daily, read the quran
Every good reward I earn is mine
I follow the hadith and sunnah
And no, that's not a crime!

You all gossip as I walk by
You hate my beard because you don't understand at all
But peace and power I have found
As I am equal to any male!

I am a Muslim
So please don't pity me
For God has guided me to truth
And now I'm finally free!

{final verse courtesy of an online source}

ATILA Nov 2018

Ramadhan's Reading Compilation

DAY 1
I read about a very long list of phobias, these are the examples;

● astratophobia = fear of thunder and lightning
● paraskavedekatriaphobia = fear of Friday the 13th
● cacophobia = fear of ugliness ><
● ligyrophobia = fear of loud noises
● onomatophobia = fear of hearing a certain word or name
● peladophobia = fear of bald people
● hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia =fear of long words :D

Eventually I discover that all of us have phobia of this one; HADEPHOBIA. Fear of Hell.

DAY 2
"Make your foot rare at the house or your fellowman,
that he may not have his sufficency of you."
[Proverb 25:17]

DAY 3
A genuine smile is the most attractive thing you can wear,
it is absolutely universal and rarely could not bear.

DAY 4
We verily created man and We know what his soul whispereth to him,
and We are nearer to him than his jugular vein.
[Quran 50 : 16]

DAY 5
Man, whose past is a clot - a clinged drop something related to *****, whose abdomen at present is filled with what he excretes and whose future is to become the rotting dead body of grave.

How flawed are us.

DAY 6
"I call a man who understands the suffering of others as a religious man."
- Mahatma Gandhi

DAY 7
Aisha said, "I brought some soup which I had cooked, and told Sawdah (the 2nd wife of Prophet Muhammad PBUH), with the Prophet sitting between her and me. 'Have some!' but she declined. I said: 'You either eat or I smear your face.' She would not eat, so I took some soup from the bowl and smeared her face. Allah's Messenger laughed and lifted his feet off the floor. He said to Sawdah: 'Smear her face!' So she took some from the bowl and smeared my face, and Allah's Messenger kept laughing."

DAY 8
Human imperfection is not here to scare us,
it is here to bring out the best of us.
so that we can be like a severely bent tree that continues to produce good fruits despite of its incovenient position or angle from the ground.

DAY 9
Noah is referred to as the 2nd Adam since mankind started afresh from his time, after the deluge and complete destruction of mankind. Therefore, a 2nd part or phase in the mankind history started from him.

DAY 10
Powerful telescopes enable this civilization to see far into the space,
but sometimes due to the 'blindness' in its right eye, it fails to see the Creator's hand in it.

DAY 11
“A new command I give you: Love one another.
As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”
[John 13 : 34-35]

DAY 12
A knowledgeable person is he who is never satisfied with what he has learnt and also adds the learning of other people to his knowledge.
- A hadith qudsi

DAY 13
Be as gentle as the whispering breeze
Spread solace to the world we’re in
Let your heart and soul be a mirror clear

Yet when you master all of this
Forget not your neediness
Were it not from God’s grace
None of this can be achieved!

DAY 14
"Have they not reflected within themselves?
Allah did not create the Heavens and the earth and everything between them except the truth and for a fixed term.
Yet many people reject the meeting with their Lord."
[Ar-***, 30:8)

DAY 15
One of internet culture is keep searching for a prey to harass or bash. And there is this saying, "Give a man a mask and he will show his true face.” Just because you can hide your identity online, it doesn't mean you can harass and bash other people freely. Be mindful. Be kind.

DAY 16
"And when My servants ask you (O Muhammad), concerning Me – indeed I am near.
I respond to the invocation of the supplicant when he calls upon Me.
So let them respond to Me (by obedience) and believe in Me that they may be (rightly) guided.”
[Al-Baqarah, 2:186]

DAY 17
Prophet PBUH said: "No calamity befalls a Muslim but that Allah expiates some of his sins because of it, even though it were the ***** he receives from a thorn."
[Narrated by Bukhari]

DAY 18
The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,
a stronghold in times of trouble.
[Psalm 9 : 9]

DAY 19
Even when life is frail
God's love prevails
It never fails.

Jonah's life was frail when he was in the whale, but God's prevailed, it did not fail.

DAY 20
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
[Psalm 46 : 1]

DAY 21
"There are times when I want to die so badly, I think the need itself will **** me. Of course, it never does. I always dream of better places, how anime life and 2D things are so much better than real life, where I could actually become something and be something other than stupid me. I have made so many stupid decisions. I can't keep a secret about myself, because I am so stupid and naive and stupid and dishonest. I'm useless and an idiot and a ******* and I can't do anything right, I can't make right decisions, I can't even **** myself. It's impossible. But I still want to die."
- a diary of a depressed girl

DAY 22
● "He is the only one without a second." [Chandagya Upanishad 6, 2:1]

● "Of Him there are neither parents nor Lord." [Svetasvatara Upanishad 6, 9]

● "There is no like Him." [Svetasvatara Upanishad, 4:19]

● "There is no likeness of Him whose name is a great glory." [The Principle Upanishad by S. Radhakrishnan]

DAY 23
● "Hear O Israel: The Lord our God is one Lord." [Deutronomy 6:4]

● "I, even I, am the Lord; and beside Me there is no savior." [Isaiah 45:5]

● "I am God, and there is no one else; I am God, there is none like me." [Isaiah 46:9]

DAY 24
“You shall have no other Gods before me.
You shall not make for yourself a carved image,
or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above,
or that is in the earth beneath,
or that is in the water under the earth.
You shall not bow down to them or serve them,
for I the Lord your God am a jealous God."
[Exodus 20: 3-5]

DAY 25
According to biological law, our body cells ought to renew themselves indefinitely thereby leaving us; human, not knowing old age or aging or death at all! So biologically speaking, we could be always young, agile, dynamic, vigorous and absolutely defect-free in our immune system. But hey, imperfection is here."

DAY 26
“To all those suffering from sadness or depression, know that it isn’t your fault. It isn’t because you’re weak. It isn’t because you’re just not grateful enough. It isn’t because you’re just not religious enough. It isn’t because you don’t have enough faith. It isn’t because God is angry with you. To all the well-meaning people who tell you this, just smile. And know deep in your heart that the tests of God come in different forms to different people. And know that, by the help of God, every test can become a tool to get closer to Him. And that, verily, with hardship come ease–and like all things of this world–this too shall pass.”
- Yasmin Mogahed

DAY 27
We may not see the literal or initial being of God, but we can eventually see His display of power or evidence of His being or presence in what becomes or results manifest to us, be it in creation or in our very own existance or make up.

DAY 28
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”
[Psalm 147 : 3]

DAY 29
After all, our innermost thoughts and feelings affect what we talk about and even how we look.

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Hi! This may not a poem :') During the last Ramadhan (about five months ago), I had set in mind to read lots of books to cheerish this holy month with at least, a good deed. So, this is a compilation of what was I reading from the 1ST day until the last day of Ramadhan. Enjoy!

#note #muslim #islam #soothing #motivation #stress #depress #quran #bible #veda

infatuatedwithwords May 2014

I fought so hard

Date written: November/10th/13

29, the age I arrived to this land, saying goodbye to all I knew like the back of my hand.
A single ******, so fresh, so naive- all so different to what I once perceived
My eyes glistened at this new found galore, and just in the airport, there was soon to be more.
My body was aching from the twelve hour flight, but my mind was renewed, yet my muscles still tight.
As time passed on, I knew their ways, and seeing them now, they all look astray.
My heart wanted to run, to escape from these lies and go back to the north , but my mind began to reel in to the things that led to demise, yet I continued to go forth.
The pain was real and the temptation was strong, then came a point I didn’t know right from wrong.
I came from a place that poor and needy, but I’d rather be there than here; where everyone is thankless and greedy.
The pureness of their hearts was more than the change in their hands, and the love for Allah and Rasool (PBUH) was stronger than owning every piece of land.
Here I see their wallets are overflowing with false means, while hoarding wealth and bottomless wants are bursting at the seams.
I was bathed in this filth and dirt, everywhere I went it was there,
but my conscience kept my head on straight and I continued my daily prayers.
It was my choice (and still is now) to mark my path I know how.
What my eyes once saw may have once been appealing, but the orders sent down were those I obeyed, and everyday I found myself kneeling.
I’m at a crossroads, (or rather I was at the time) but the journey was planned out before the choice was mine.
The Quran kept me going as my native tongue translated, when I read the penmanship and beauty of these words, it seems as if all pain has faded,.
“Faith is what stays in your heart and displays in your act” is a saying far better than charts and facts.
Those words speak to me, as they have to many before- whether changing lives or teaching more. And through this battle, the demons tried to break in, but the Sunnah, Hadith and Quran shielded me from sin.

This is a poem about religious struggle, inspired by my region teacher's story of how he moved to America. I hope it gives you a better insight on a individual's life, and although it may be a portion of it, you might be surprised how just a view changed a spectrum of many things.

#fight #journey #struggle #islam

Chad Young Feb 2021

Meandering Long poem in parts with conclusion

SPIRIT
It seems my reality is connected to 'Abdu'l-Baha and Baha'u'llah inasmuch as I recite their words.  Also, the Bab.  Perhaps too Muhammad inasmuch as I obey Hadith and read the Qur'an.  Is my lack of reality really God? What does it mean to be God's servant but not His son? That seriousness born of the Seal of the Prophets? Or, that seriousness born of irresponsibility and wickedness? What can come from mere presence? "This cyclic scheme is to Him but a stare." Thoughts of Hindu statues of the gods and goddesses. Yes, the spiritual reality doesn't work for me at command. It doesn't entertain me either. It usually requires some input to show me anything.

MIND
That lack of any changing form going through my mind. Thoughts of a previous text and its sender. Conversations via text. The heart feels betrayed by a friend for not showing up. Memories of my friend's neighborhood. Anything of substance except the interactions I have on my phone and the memories which our words and persons reveal? Do I have any unconscious left? Anything hiding? Fears of reincarnation. Anxiety about work due to not staying in the "now". Unfulfilled plans of society. Is there anyone coming to my Group of Silence devotional? Odds unlikely. Alone on Zoom.

The conviction of medication and meditation, which changed my D's and F's into A's and B's in college. My lack of use of the knowledge I gained. Still hopeful of discovering some new form of mathematics, even if on my deathbed - I'm guessing around 80 if I keep smoking.

"There is no pain you are receding" and "*******" whisper in my mind. "Comfortably numb" - it seems like the highest spiritual state, but a state of incapacity for the investigating mind. "Is there anybody in there?" A German seven that looks like kanji.

BODY
Maybe a serious eye? Those eyes with nothing to do. Can a mirror not truly tell me about myself? For what information can come from a blank stare? A ****** in the nose. A worry-filled stare. One ear a little pulled out due to wearing COVID masks. I haven't trimmed my beard for five days. I haven't gotten a new face. My eyes are the same color. My hair, not darker nor lighter. The bags under my eyes betrays youths. My distinguished, yet still rounded cheeks. My beard hides my ****-chin. My less distinguished jaw, ovalish but with a point. Those searching eyes. A neck with so much stress built up that I unconsciously twist and crack it. Memory of the first time it spasmed. Vitamin care. Laundry drying. It must be this blank stare that is highest of high, that can be low, low.  I rub my scalp to ease muscle tension. I think about aligning my chakras, but a blank stare seems more worthwhile.

I consider smoking a touch of nutmeg, but I'm concerned how anxious it will make me, and how I lack ability in communication afterwards. I make coffee, a caffeine high will do. The cream gives me comfort. The workers getting off work add to my austerity. All those songs stored in neurons of my brain, waiting to be plugged-in. Somehow old rock songs from the 70's give me a place.

Now that beautiful lady appears to me saying "come, come" or rather "***, ***". I was so empty of everything, and she now fills my brain with connections to desire. I give in to the pressure and put a small dob of nutmeg on the end of my cigarette. Not enough for a full high, but just a little joy. Now there is experience and experiencer, not just a blank stare.

I can see my *** stare. I am as a baby in my mother's arms, I am so irresponsible. My body is a temple, with rooms, that I'm somehow detached from as if I'm in a dream witnessing it. Now I swim in this temple but I am not its fullness. I am not its command. I am no longer the tree but the twig. I am this plant called nutmeg. This is my vibration - pharmaceutical.

My buzz cut portrays a Buddhist monk's sitting. My coworker cut off all her hair once. Is she monkish as well? My body, as a sitter, full of reflection, why is this such an archetype? Does it know all, no, it only knows one, me. Is that all I am required of? To know simply me. Is there anything of depth in me?

Repose in my eye. I think of the faithful not under the influence. Have I missed a spark of truth which I would've found? My browline reminds me of a Klingon. So aggressive. I rock back and forth and around and around. I'm mixing this tonic drink in my skull. Is my body too full and big for my neck and head? how much does it matter? When will I do my next ab workout?

Memories of doing nutmeg, the cool let down off the high. The feeling it will never really subside.  Moving around in my seat like a Sufi dancer. Looking like I'm a ghost in the machine. The wetness of the white in my eye portrays tears of passion for Chloe. The residue of oil on my brow and cheek portrays sweating out the nutmeg.

My chrome dome and short beard remind me of a wizard, rather of my high school physics teacher. Science seems like wizardry at times. Contorting my face with my hands shows all sorts of masks: Asian clown and Cabbage Patch doll. Pressing on my forehead makes me look Romulan. Contorting my nose to a pig's or what I see as an English nobleman.

My head swings around like a medieval flail. Like I'm in a roller coaster. Like an Indian in devotion. Like a magician performing an act. Like a wolf ripping apart its prey. Like the monks who hit their heads with boards in "Camelot": "Oh ee eh Oh dominae, Oh ee eh Oh requi eh". Coming to the conclusion that the body doesn't change so quickly that it can by observed. But when I consciously change it, similitudes appear from memory.

CONCLUSION
Is all observation a metaphor or simile? Or, judgment and reason made out of a group of observations? Math is made from first geometry: a basic point, and then a line. Math is a physical reality, or abstractions from basic physical reality. Therefore, speaking merely in basic simile is also an abstraction from physical reality.

All there is is the physical.  Mind is due to my frontal lobe. Spirit is reduced to feeling, even if transcending regular feeling - mere EMF pattern of the body.

Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018

Kiddish for Christina Rossetti [1830-1894]

"Better by far you should forget to smile
that thou mayest remember how sad;
who has seen the wind? Did you and 1
not, and do not 1; But for the tops of the
tree showing my heart like the wind
passing through with the birds singing. "- C.G.R.

Christina Rossetti, in the 1795 has not been known;
Say she was born December 5, 1830 in London,
And in Britain and died on December 29, the square
of Torrington 1894, for that all have all of them skillful,
two hundred of the world's best teachers and rulers
1 have created the fruit of their lips: Peace,
and the palm-worm, half full of kittens; Create 1 1
the fruit of the lips; 1 create the fruit of the lips;
Peace, peace to him and peace in the world, the hadith;
One of the best stimulators of the back muscles.
1 hate, hate what is needed. [Clearness, a large developer].
You can answer the question from the questionnaire.
Do not put on them, they sent 1,795 vehicles;
(1,795) in December, and (...) and (799) from 5 to 18 years old;
In the 1795-9 ATQ ATQ - Judith - Haggada in the Haggadah,
Haggadoth is the name of it; What is the Haggadah
and Haggadot beside the garden gate open only to them;
and Christina Georgina Rossetti, a poet who wrote
English Unfortunately, conscientious Children Songs;
Is famous for writing "Goblin Market" and "Remember"
1. And all in the key data of Aggadot. 2. In the story
of which is in the plain of Talmudic informal Informally
(Informal), said in earlier years, 19 - The Internet
and the World: Spain led to the "HD color of blood
in the blood and heating energy and the quality of Osaka
of the light from the star in the glory in HD is enough
for to the age of four, six tiers of oars codes; the speed
of the victory, and starting in difficulties, German -
Antonius Stephanus Maria wins Woodrow Wilson's
30 years of idleness and the collection of procedural
battle plans of the game, especially for those who are there.
Ralph Lauren user trying to avoid [and / or] now an app.
The 2x2 "is a 3D well," San Diego "is not recognized"
by (1) gold, basil, French or American English. "Two million?" -
Cicero and William B. are on the same Council. || | || || | \ || |

Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018

|| | || || | \ || | ||Antonius Stephanus Maria|| | || || | / || | ||

"Better to leave you should forget about stuffing
so that you remember it as anxiety;
Who have you seen the wind? Do it and 1
Shock, it will not be 1; But for the top of
The tree showed me in the heart like the wind.
Proceed with the music tracks. "- C.G.R.

Christina Rossetti, 1795 not known;
Let's say that she was born on December 5, 1830 in London.
And in Britain, I died on September 29th. In Torrington
in 1894, for all of these are wise, were two hundred
of the best teachers are leaders of the world.
I have created the fruit of your lips: Peace,
and palms and half of them full of meat; Create 11
Shared purpose, I believe in the fruit of the lips;
Peace, Peace and Peace to Life, Hadith;
One of the best things is the muscles. 1 love hates
what you need. [Exit liquid] you can answer that question.
Not assigned to them, they donate 1,795 liters;
(1,795) in December and (...) and (799) from 5 to 18 years;
In 1795-9 ATQ ATQ - Judith - City in Haggadah,
Haggadotu is your name; What is Haggadah?
and Haggoth, which is at the garden gate and is open
to them and Christina Georgina Rossetti, author,
English in focus, music for children; She is famous
for writing "Goblin Market" and "Remembering"
1. And all the important details of Aggadot. 2. In the story.
which lies in the Talmudic area of unknown information
(Note), let's say the last few years, 19 - Internet
And location: Spain leads "HD color of blood".
In the blood and the power and strength of Osaka.
The stars' brightness in radiant HD is enough.
In four years, six dimensions of the annual code; Speed
by man, and begins in trouble, the German
Antonius Stephanus Maria has Woodrow Wilson's
30 years of giving and receiving instructions,
A warrior's warrior, especially for those who are there,
Ralph Lauren tries to avoid [and / or] this application.
2'x2' "is 3D good", San Diego "did not know"
or (1) gold, basil, french or american English "Two millions"? -
Cicero and William B. are in the same senate. || | || || | \ || | ||

Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018

Let a wise teenage girl touch the machine with the ******'s blessings

She kisses Christina Rossetti, 1795 -
she does not know what's best in a common body,
clothes and other doctors going to the doctor.
The good director. However, the highest in the world.
Hitachi Media - the Kithish traditions of the best Hadith
have been provided by the Jews with praise
and thanks when the prayers are for the world's peace.
The nation's governments can not hate hatred.
[Breed like the apostles, it is important to the portfolio].
I think it's important to answer the test questions.
This is good. However, when car 1795 (1795)
and one year in the Gregorian and Julian calendar protocol (...)
and (799) in 1795 to 6 and 9 to 18 are old.
Blood anemia cannot be treated with the blood,
embedded into a DNA of Ozaki's HD according to color,
the color of the skin's ability to throw it; in the bowel,
and the end to the HD; In essence, the 4 star
government hotel is 4, and a box of five HD
and satisfaction, and shows six of the suspicion.
Six problems, speed and success to the HD features -
Antonius Stephanus Maria Woodrow - a film of farmers,
the challenge 30 years ago many people
in peace and happiness. Parking. If you are fighting,
Ralph Lauren is difficult to prevent users from the list
[and/or] material. "Yes" to "2" 3D "One or San Diego?"
"And not" confession "(not one), gold and basic
developer from city to city, and in French and English,
2 million Americans" - William Tuzuki Shigogo's
Shiggogs, issued to Hannah, Oregon and from there
unless Ralph Lauren in Asia and Latin America,
where Ralph Lauren will be able to get
a ****** signed to a contract, which is going on.

— The End —