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[أم بدر الدين]

God bless you brother

[أم بدر الدين]

Ya Ramadan

In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind

A blessed month is casting its shadow upon us
A night of this month is better than a thousand months
Bear with patience for the sake of Ar-Rahman
It's a continuous training to strengthen our Imaan.

Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind
Its a purification of our soul, our heart, and our mind
With the most sincere devotion and love we fast
To be cleansed and free from sins of the past

Glorified is He, who choseth this holy month,
To test our sabr and fill our hearts with warmth
Of his Divine Light, His blessings shall glow,
The Seer of the unseen, all He does know

Ya Allah! For thee, let my breath be more pleasant than musk
Ya Allah! For thee, let me be thankful when day turns to dusk
My thoughts and heart are purified, my eyes truly see'
This blessed month, the month of spiritual rhapsody!

Ya Allah! For thee, my life I shall live!
Ya Allah! For thee, my soul I shall give!
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind,
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as a gift to mankind

[hairless17]

tHANKS FOR THE NICE WORDS

[أم بدر الدين]

God bless you
You are welcome

[hairless17]

Congratulations for the new signature

[أم بدر الدين]

God bless you
you are welcome

[hairless17]

anY NEW POEMS ?0

[أم بدر الدين]

IT'S GOOD TO CRY

Closed doors blocked my view,
the view of of what life could be.
The scent of roses I never knew,
and concept of peace I could never see.

I stood facing this door most of my life.
I kept my tears for later.
untill my role as an innocent wife,
was ended by my creator.

Twise not once, but once too many.
I always asked my soul to soften.
My memories of love are few if any,
twice not once but once too often.

I've learnt to forgive but to forget is not real.
I seek my pride in where it is high.
It's where the closed door used to conceal,
deep in my tears that I carefully cry.

I dont hate the men that hurt me,
nor do I wish them harm.
For they will soon come to see,
They cant persuade God with their charm.

I am 21 but I'm old, in the sense that I know pain.
So what ever hurts me now in life, it's all cool.
My morals and dignity forever remain,
as long as I follow one simple rule.

To move on....thats all anyone can do.
To dwell on our hurt, we basically die.
Now I am able to say and it's true,
I was cured by my Lord, because He told me to cry.

[fridy8]

...Wonderful....
Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. M. Kathleen Casey

[hairless17]

Wonderful , sister

[hairless17]

Well done Fridy

[أم بدر الدين]

God bless you brothers

[أم بدر الدين]

LAST BREATH

From those around I hear a Cry,
A muffled sob, a Hopeless sigh,
I hear their footsteps leaving slow,
And then I know my soul must Fly!
A chilly wind begins to blow,
Within my soul, from Head to Toe,
And then, Last Breath escapes my lips,
It's Time to leave. And I must Go!
So, it is True (But it's too Late)
They said: Each soul has its Given Date,
When it must leave its body's core,
And meet with its Eternal Fate.
Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows? Tomorrow could be your Day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay!
Come on my brothers let us pray
Decide which now, Do NOT delay!
Oh God! Oh God! I cannot see!
My eyes are Blind! Am I still Me
Or has my soul been led astray,
And forced to pay a Priceless Fee
Alas to Dust we all return,
Some shall rejoice, while others burn,
If only I knew that before
The line grew short, and came my Turn!
And now, as beneath the sod
They lay me (with my record flawed),
They cry, not knowing I cry worse,
For, they go home, I face my God!
Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows, Tomorrow could be your Day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay !
Come on my brothers let's pray
Decide which now, do not delay ....

[hairless17]

It is avery touching poem

[fridy8]

god bless you sister