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[Mohamed]

Allah is the creator

How this big earth came to be,
And everything that we see,

Even things in outer space,
Came about by Allah's grace.

How people lived so long ago,
Lessons that we have to know,

And who does Allah love the best,
And why He puts us all to test.

How He makes the raindrops fall,
And what about the tree so tall,

What about the plants that grow,
And reasons for the wind to blow.

How about the oceans wide,
And different animals that we ride,

Not to mention mountains high,
And the magnificence of the sky.

Find out what we must not do,
Things that are bad for me and you,

Also things that are right,
And how we can all gain insight.

And the nature and the glory,
Unfolds like a beautiful story,

Of Almighty as He talks to you,
Conveying a message pure and true,

Read it up in the Qur`aan,
It will strengthen your Imaan.

[أم بدر الدين]

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة Mohamed

Allah is the creator

How this big earth came to be,
And everything that we see,

Even things in outer space,
Came about by Allah's grace.

How people lived so long ago,
Lessons that we have to know,

And who does Allah love the best,
And why He puts us all to test.

How He makes the raindrops fall,
And what about the tree so tall,

What about the plants that grow,
And reasons for the wind to blow.

How about the oceans wide,
And different animals that we ride,

Not to mention mountains high,
And the magnificence of the sky.

Find out what we must not do,
Things that are bad for me and you,

Also things that are right,
And how we can all gain insight.

And the nature and the glory,
Unfolds like a beautiful story,

Of Almighty as He talks to you,
Conveying a message pure and true,

Read it up in the Qur`aan,
It will strengthen your Imaan.

Nothing but excellent
Go ahead

[aliallawa]

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة mohamed

allah is the creator

how this big earth came to be,
and everything that we see,

even things in outer space,
came about by allah's grace.

How people lived so long ago,
lessons that we have to know,

and who does allah love the best,
and why he puts us all to test.

How he makes the raindrops fall,
and what about the tree so tall,

what about the plants that grow,
and reasons for the wind to blow.

How about the oceans wide,
and different animals that we ride,

not to mention mountains high,
and the magnificence of the sky.

Find out what we must not do,
things that are bad for me and you,

also things that are right,
and how we can all gain insight.

And the nature and the glory,
unfolds like a beautiful story,

of almighty as he talks to you,
conveying a message pure and true,

read it up in the qur`aan,
it will strengthen your imaan.

extraordinary mohamed . Thnx

[hairless17]

Nothing but wonderful , brother Mohamed

[إنسان هارب]

I love You ...But, I can't say it right
I want you to get me out from the darkness to the light
I can't forget because Ithink about you every night
for you i'll fight
please don't say never or might

[ينابيع الصفاء]

أنا العبد الدي كسب الدنوبا
i am the slave who acquired sins
وصدته الأماني أن يتوبا
and was prevented from repenting by his false desires
أنا العبد الدي أضحى حزينا
i am the servant who became sad
على زلاته قلقا كئيبا
over his slips,worried and hopeless
أنا العبد الدي سطرت عليه
i am the servant on whom pages were written
صحائف لم يخف فيها الرقيبا
that he didn't fear the one who watches everything
أنا العبد المسيء عصيت سرا
i am the abusive slave,i disobeyed in secrecy
فمالي الآن لاأبدي النحيبا
so why do i not reveal my lament now
أنا العبد المفرط ضاع عمري
i am the extravagant servant, my life was wasted
فلم أرع الشبيبة المشيبا
i didn't care for youth nor old age
أنا العبد الغريق بلج بحر
i am the servant who drowned in the raging sea
أصيح لربما ألقى مجيبا
screaming to find an answerer
أنا العبد السقيم من الخطايا
i am the servant who is afflicted by sins
و قد أقبلت ألتمس الطبيبا
i have come back, beseeching the healer
أنا العبد الشريد ظلمت نفسي
i am the wandering, homeless servant,i wronged my self
و قد وافيت بابكم منيبا
and i have come to your door; repenting

[samira585]

in my dreams............................i've seen i'm one of the pilgrims.......................... i turned around the kaaba................i repeated the words..............labaika allahouma labaika................i wished it wasn't a dream..................cause i want to be a pilgrim.............it's a good feeling .................with a real meaning.

[Safety]

This is a wonderful poem by Ann Bradstreet


In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659

I had eight birds hatched in one nest,
Four cocks there were, and hens the rest.
I nursed them up with pain and care,
Nor cost, nor labour did I spare,
Till at the last they felt their wing,
Mounted the trees, and learned to sing;
Chief of the brood then took his flight
To regions far and left me quite.
My mournful chirps I after send,
Till he return, or I do end:
Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire,
Fly back and sing amidst this choir.
My second bird did take her flight,
And with her mate flew out of sight;
Southward they both their course did bend,
And seasons twain they there did spend,
Till after blown by southern gales,
They norward steered with filled sails.
A prettier bird was no where seen,
Along the beach among the treen.
I have a third of colour white,
On whom I placed no small delight;
Coupled with mate loving and true,
Hath also bid her dam adieu;
And where Aurora first appears,
She now hath perched to spend her years.
One to the academy flew
To chat among that learned crew;
Ambition moves still in his breast
That he might chant above the rest
Striving for more than to do well,
That nightingales he might excel.
My fifth, whose down is yet scarce gone,
Is 'mongst the shrubs and bushes flown,
And as his wings increase in strength,
On higher boughs he'll perch at length.
My other three still with me nest,
Until they're grown, then as the rest,
Or here or there they'll take their flight,
As is ordained, so shall they light.
If birds could weep, then would my tears
Let others know what are my fears
Lest this my brood some harm should catch,
And be surprised for want of watch,
Whilst pecking corn and void of care,
They fall un'wares in fowler's snare,
Or whilst on trees they sit and sing,
Some untoward boy at them do fling,
Or whilst allured with bell and glass,
The net be spread, and caught, alas.
Or lest by lime-twigs they be foiled,
Or by some greedy hawks be spoiled.
O would my young, ye saw my breast,
And knew what thoughts there sadly rest,
Great was my pain when I you fed,
Long did I keep you soft and warm,
And with my wings kept off all harm,
My cares are more and fears than ever,
My throbs such now as 'fore were never.
Alas, my birds, you wisdom want,
Of perils you are ignorant;
Oft times in grass, on trees, in flight,
Sore accidents on you may light.
O to your safety have an eye,
So happy may you live and die.
Meanwhile my days in tunes I'll spend,
Till my weak lays with me shall end.
In shady woods I'll sit and sing,
And things that past to mind I'll bring.
Once young and pleasant, as are you,
But former toys (no joys) adieu.
My age I will not once lament,
But sing, my time so near is spent.
And from the top bough take my flight
Into a country beyond sight,
Where old ones instantly grow young,
And there with seraphims set song;
No seasons cold, nor storms they see;
But spring lasts to eternity.
When each of you shall in your nest
Among your young ones take your rest,
In chirping ********, oft them tell,
You had a dam that loved you well,
That did what could be done for young,
And nursed you up till you were strong,
And 'fore she once would let you fly,
She showed you joy and misery;
Taught what was good, and what was ill,
What would save life, and what would kill.
Thus gone, amongst you I may live,
And dead, yet speak, and counsel give:
Farewell, my birds, farewell adieu,
I happy am, if well with you.

[lunacat]

This is a wonderful poem by Ann Bradstreet
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What a beautifully written poem, i enjoyed it very much

[هيسواف اسلام]

i am glad to read this amazing poems . really it was wonderful and good for alll you my sisters and brothers
i hope to you all the best and go ahead .

[smart]

Wwwwwwooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww
The poems are wonderful
Iam speechless
Thank you

[smart]

They and............Me
When I smiled at the sun,its beams burnt me
I sang to the bird,but the bird didn't hear me
I tried to embrace the rose,its leaves strangled me
I stared at the stars, they couldn't see me
I loved the butterfly,it flew away for it hated me
When I wanted to caress the breeze,wind struck me
Are they so wicked?or it wickedness in me?

[أم بدر الدين]

المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة smart

They and............Me
When I smiled at the sun,its beams burnt me
I sang to the bird,but the bird didn't hear me
I tried to embrace the rose,its leaves strangled me
I stared at the stars, they couldn't see me
I loved the butterfly,it flew away for it hated me
When I wanted to caress the breeze,wind struck me
Are they so wicked?or it wickedness in me?

It 's a very nice poem
Thank you dear

[Mohamed]

Thanks smart for this nice poem

[hairless17]

And there is more to come