Suicide or Honour

In the name of Allaah, Most Gracious, most Merciful

Suicide - Can you imagine the trauma a family goes though when someone takes his/her own life. To those who suffer depression or for whatever reason contemplates suicide - remember one thing only - that

you are from God Almighty and to Him you will return.

Live by that and always know that He knows better than you - He, God Almighty, created you and to Him you will return. If he wanted you to kill yourself then suicide would have been an honourable thing. It is only honourable to place your trust firmly in Him, your Lord and Creator, and to take on your challenges. No man/woman is given more that they can bear, but there are no shortcuts, your limits will be tested.

This life is always temporary and the real life is yet to come. No test is easy except for those who curry favour with the examiner in this case - and your Lord God loves that you do that and He will pless you for doing your best to please Him.

Life in this world is like the blink of an eye - stay the course, and be close to Him who will reward you for that little bit of patience - there is a Garden of Bliss!

My Mother

Blessed am I that you have been chosen as my mother

With every action with love you do smother

How is it that even though with the difficulty that you bore me

Not once did you ask of me not the slightest of fee

No doubt strict you were and never short of a rule

But learn I had to as certainly you were to me a school

Today you have reached yet another milestone

And still an opportunity for my disobedience to atone

Now, My Lord knows, how I wish to you I was an ideal son

So I offer to make amends and pray you reach a ton

And judging by your good health I pray it’s really so

Having you is like having a river of blessing that flow

I say these words being fortunate still to have a mother

And not a chance that I could ever swop you for another

As much as you have done for me I have a request

Since by my Lord the prayer of a mother is always blessed

Please, o please forgive me for whatever I did that made you sad

And I urge you pray to our Lord that He erases all my bad

In turn, daily with every opportunity, I continue to pray

That ultimately that you be granted paradise as a place to stay

Before then that He grants you good health and long life

Filled with much happiness and not an iota of strife

Mom, just for being Mom, how can I ever thank you

Mom I love you, I do I do I really really do

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The poet said: “The mother is a school: if you prepare her properly, you will prepare an entire people of good character, The mother is the first teacher, foremost among them, and the best of teachers.”

Diwan Hafiz Ibrahim, 282. Published by Dar al-Kutub al-Misriyyah.

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Invitation to a Place of Bliss

I would like to invite you along to a place so magnificent it will be bliss

If only you knew even a little of it you certainly won’t resist

The journey will be short although at first it may appear long

United in goal, we will help each other be strong

The place is real awesome, has everything unlike you’ve ever seen

If you get to know the Owner you will know what I mean

Accepting the invitation may indeed seem like a quantum leap

For then you will be on a path with much reward to reap

There is no immediate rush for you to accept this invitation

But I fear you may be swayed by short-term temptation

For my destination is to a place where the fun never sets

All those on this path, rest assured, will not have any regrets

Join me on a place of gold

And make it your final abode

She will forever be in my heart

She will forever be in my heart

A child looks bemused at all that is before her

Why is it that at my home all these people gather

Some faces are strange, yet others I know

The movement of people is a constant flow

Many teary-eyed murmur a prayer

This really looks like people who care

I need to make sense of all that is going on

And where, o where, has my mommy gone

There she is, so quietly she is lying

While some around her I can hear crying

It is so not normal a place for a bed

And see how some people kiss her on her head

They are calling for me to do the same

I know for sure this is not a game.

More prayers and then she is carried out

I have some idea now what this is about

Today my mommy has moved house

For now my daddy will be without a spouse

As she is hoisted and placed on the cart

I know she will forever be in my heart

O Allah I know you have taken my mommy away

Grant Paradise for her as a place to stay