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A young teenage man asked to his mom
“Mommy tell me about the true ikhwan”
His mom only smile and answer his question,
“The true Ikhwan isn’t seen in the width of his shoulders
It’s seen in the widht of his arms that circle you
True Ikhwan isn’t in the deep tone of his voice
It’s the how he whipspers the truth
The true ikhwan isn’t how many buddis he has
It’s how good a buddy he is with his kids
The true ikhwan isn’t how respected he is at work
It’s how respected he is at home.
The true ikhwan isn’t how hard he hits
It’s how tender he touches his circumtances
The true ikhwan isn’t how many women adore him
It’s in can he be true to the women he loves
The true ikhwan isn’t in the weight he can lift
It’s in the burdens he can carry
The true ikhwan isn’t in the loud of his voice reading Al Quran
It’s in the consistency he runs the Al Quran in his life”
After that the young teenage man is asking again
“Who is the person who can fit to those criteria, Mom?”
His Mom gave him a book and said
“Learn about him”
The young teenage man take the book
And the title of the book is Muhammad.
In an evening day, a mom wrote a poetry
About her children.
My relationship with my children is like the breeze,
I can’t hold it, Smell it, Taste it, But I can Always Feel it,
And I’ll always know it’s there,
They may come and then go,
But I can know they’ll always be back.
As my children are roses, I am the thorms,
Clutching them and protecting them
As my children are the sun, I am the rays,
Helping them to shine and to be all that they can.
As my chidren are a take, I am the water,
Filling them with ideas, dreams, and hopes for the future.
As my chidren are trees, I am the leaves,
Sharing who and what I am and becoming an
Important part of their life.
As my chidren are my heart, I am the beat,
beating rhythmically to their happiness, their fear,
their sadness, their excitement.
If people ask me why so difficult for me to let them go
Then I will answer
That my children are part of me
Therefore I must be with them, to share all I am,
To share and teach them About life, love, and happiness
A Boy frequently asked to his God,
“God, why my Mom is Crying?”
God said, “Because your Mom is a woman.
When I made women she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world;
Yet, gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth
And the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I give her a hardness that allows her to keep going
When everyone else gives up
And take care of her family though sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children
Under any and all circumstances, even when her child has
Hurt them very badly.
This same sensitivity helps her make a child’s boo-boo fell better
And shares in their teenagers anxieties and fears.
I gave her strength to carry her husband thourgh his faults
And fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good Husband never hurts his wife,
But sometimes test her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
I gave her a tear to shed, it’s hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.
It’s her only weakness. It’s a tear for mankind.”
There was a time in my youth,
When islam was only a custom
They said, “ Say Laa Ilaaha Illaah,..
And pray, you’ll go to heaven.”
Ah, how simple no struggle in this,
Just a word, and simple act.
There after I’m absorbed in this world again,
With my ‘assured’ place in paradise intact.
But this was not to be my fate
For Allah chose to guide my heart.
Learnt of a man who struggled so hard
When his mission was from the start.
The story of someone who had morals,
Spoke gently, kindness he knew.
Never fearing to say what’s right,
His conviction in ISLAM was true.
Touch of his hand was as soft as silk
To comfort a crying child.
To mend his clothes, or do the chores,
Never complaning, he always smiled.
A living he made with his bare hands,
The same that held his mighty sword.
Valour shone from the edge of his blade,
His smell was always of musk,
And cleanliness he kept at his best.
Stark contrast with the heroes of today,
Who stink of beer and sweat.
He held the hands of his companions.
Unashamed to play with many children.
So modest, so humble, a perfect example,
That strangers could not atinged him.
His eyes slept little for nights were precious,
His prayers he treasured much greater.
To pray Tahajjud in the depths of night,
Seeking forgiveness, and nearness to his Creator.
He broke his tooth for me at Uhud,
And bled for me at Thalif.
He cried for me, tears of concem,
Just so I could have this belief.
His enemies admired his teachings,
Uniting every religion, every clan.
Till ISLAM came to every corner of the world,
O, but indeed he was only a man.
To own a house, or build his wealth
Was not his main priority.
To establish ISLAM was more essential,
To bring us under a Higher Authority.
Don’t you want him to plea for your case,
When before ALLAH-The Judge-you stand?
Dont’t you wish to be around his fountain,
A burning desire to drink from his hand?
So I love him more than all creation,
My leader, my Humble Prophet.
Muhammad saw. Was a mercy to all mankind,
And to me, he is MY BELOVED
If prophet mohammad visited you,
Just for a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what would you do.
Would yau hide your wordly music and
Instead take hadis book out?
Or you hide some magazine and put the Al Quran out?
Would you still watched X-rated movie on your tv set?
Or would you switch it off, before he get upset?
Would you take Prophet with you everywhere you plan to go?
Or you maybe change yaour plans just for a day or so?
Would you be glad to have him stay, forever and on?
Or would you sign with great relief when he at last was gone
If suddenly prophet watched you,
Would you go right on doing the thing you always do?
Would you go right on saying the thing you always say?
Would your life for you continue as it does from day to day?
It might be interesting to know
The things you would do
If prophet Mohammad in person came
To spend time with you I wonder!
