An Angel or a Queen

Is she an Angel or is she a Queen?
Her beauty is unlike anything I have ever seen.
Neither the actress on the movie screen.
Nor the best thing that you can come up with in a dream.
Can compare to her beauty that is so supreme.
So is she Angel or is she a Queen?
Is she an Angel with hidden wings?
Fallen down to fill me with warmth from the heavens she brings.
Whenever I look into her eyes I see stories and hints.
That she might be a Queen looking for a prince.
Although her heart belongs to another.
She will always have a special place in my heart like all the others.
Whom have fractured my heart with many holes.
And that's where there memories resides.

The One

I really think she is the one

I really think she is my number one

She is gonna be my future queen

Her beauty hasn’t been matched by anything I have seen

She has a one shiny smile

You can spot it out from as far as a mile

She is got that special power

She can make everything seem so beautiful, even in a man’s darkest hour

Just one look into her eyes

And my heart jumps up to the blue skies

One day I promise you will see

You will see me get on one knee

Get on one knee and ask her “will you marry me?”

Does Love Exist?

I started writing this poem while I was going through some tough times but I didn't get to finish it, then when I got back to it my feelings were completely different so that is why it starts as kind of gloomy and ends with a sense of HOPE. I hope you guys like it.

Does Love Exist?

A question that spread in my mind just like the mist

Maybe it doesn’t exist

And maybe it just comes and goes just like a guest

But Allah knows best

And He said it does exist

So all I can do is wait for it to hit me just like the rest

But what exactly is it?

They say it is only describable by a poet

But a poet once said that you will always get burned by love

So I guess I better prepare my glove

And hope for when it hit me

It will be for a girl that can see

How much I truly love she

note: this is not the final version, it still needs some work, stay tone for the new and improved one.

Mother's Day

As promised here is a translation of my poem.
Mother, Mother, Oh my Mother
Oh my mother lets go
for today is your day
today I recite to you my poem
and wish for you a very happy day
for today is your day
eighteen years you have watched me grow and grow
you have watched me grow when I was a small child
you watched me grow when I was a handsome teenager
you raised me to grow and become a respectful man
so today I thank you many thanks
and ask Allah to help me become a man who is respectful, good to his parent, and thankful
today is your day my mother
we all are here to celebrate it
making duaa to Allah and saying
Oh Allah, have mercy on my parents as they have raised me when I was a child

Arab Mother Day

As a way to celebrate the Arab Mother's Day that was two days ago I have wrote my first Arabic poem to my mother. I would like to dedicate it to All the mother's of the world.

أمي, أمي, يا أمي

هيا بنا هلومي

فاليوم يومك يا أمي

اليوم أتلوا عليك قصيدتي

و أتمنا لك يوما سعيدا

فاليوم يومك يا أمي

ثمانية عشر عاما شاهدتني أنموا و أنموا

شاهدتني أنموا حين كنت طفلا صغيرا

شاهدتني أنموا حين كنت شابا وسيما

ربيتني لأنموا و أكون رجلا صالحا

فاليوم أشكرك شكرا جزيلا

و أدعوا الله علي أن يوعينني علي أن أكون ولدا صالحا, بارا لوالديه, شكورا

اليوم يومك يا أمي

نحتفل به جميعا

ندعوا الله و نقول

الهم أرحمهما كما ربياني صغيرا

Translation Coming soon



I wish you a very blessed birthday

This poem is dedicated to my big sister that I love so much for the sake of Allah. Happy birthday Gigi.

 My dear beloved big sister

Today

we all have gathered here to say

that we wish you a very blessed birthday

today

we all have gathered here to celebrate

a moment we all experienced

we have gathered here to make this day

a one you will always remember

although we are not related by blood

the bond we share can never be cut

they can use the sharpest blade

they can even try a gurnaid

but it still won't break

In you your life you have made many mistakes

but Allah always forgives and forsakes

we all have gathered here today

to raise our hands, make duaa, and say

Oh Allah you are the most merciful

your mercy has fallen علي الكل (on everyone)

we ask you because we are weak and forgetful

that you bless our sister with moments that are most beautiful

and help her refrain from actions that are most unforgivable

and bring her heart closer to you

so it may become even more pure

Why do I sin?

In the midst of my inner strugle between good and evil, I came up with this poem. I hope you like it.

Why do I sin?

Why do I listen to that Jinn?

Why do I let him in?

Inside my head

Where he can manipulate everything

Starting with the small things

And going to the ones that are big

Khalas, it is over, I won’t let him win

So why do I sin?

Is it something within?

Is it a part of me?

A part that want to see

A part that want to experience

What is in Allah’s eyes so hideous

Khalas, it is done

I am getting out my water gun

To clean out my heart

From everything that hurt

So why do I sin?

Looks like I am still the same

Running after this dunnia, and its fame

I turned out to be so lame

Thinking that life is just a game

But it is not

Life is a test

To find out who among us is the best

In this dunnia we are just guests

Traveling to meet the best of the best

Whose mercy covered the earth from the east to the west

Yet I still sin

But it is ok

Because with Allah’s mercy

There is still a chance that I might win

Oh Allah, you are the most forgiving

Please forgive us for forgetting

Everything to us You have given

I am sorry

This was a sad attempt to fix a terrible poem wrote by the guys to the girls, in response to a beautiful poem written by Alex.

This is my apology

for that terrible melody

you know I can never give you a Jihadi heartin

even if you don't stand behind the curtin

when my boys are with us prayin

you know i will wake you up for fajr

and even remind you with the layalen a'shr

because I want to share with you that ajr

I promise to take you to do Hajj

yes I will take you to Maka

and we will make twaff around the Ka'ba

and make duaa to each grandma

that Allah will bless him with his heaven

after all He is the most givin

believe me, I would know because He has given

given you to me

so yes, I am so happy

Please don't ever say hi

don't even say goodbye

or else I will start to cry

I don't even want to hear hay

because all you have to say

is alsalam alikom wa rahmat Allah wa brakato

and please don't cut it in half

or else I will just start to laugh

because I want the whole blessing from you

before I die and turn blue

My future Queen

My sister in Islam Alex has wrote a poem telling us what she is looking for in a husband. It was really inspiring that I decided to write a poem about what I am looking for in a wife. I hope you guys like it.

Many people have asked before

what kind of wife I'm looking for?

honestly

I am looking for a nikabi

but I might steal for a hijabi

even if her father was Iraqi

as long as she help me memorize my Qurani

she wouldn't need to clean or cook

she can relax and read a book

I don't even care about good looks

it really doesn't matter to me

after all if she dresses modestly

she would be really dear to my قلبي (heart)

as long as she has a good heart and honesty

I will clean and cook without her asking me

people might think I'm a مسكين (helpless)

but they don't know the unseen

they don't know what's in the heart of that مسكين

it is filled with love not سككين (knives)

I am not afraid of a gun or a sword

after all she was chosen by my lord

to me out of all of the مسلمين (Muslims)

so I can complete my دين (religion)

A letter to my Grandfather

I was inspired by this poem when I heard about the death of my friend's grandmother. When I heard that I remembered my dear grandfather who died two years ago. I started thinking about all the good times we had together, and all the things that I wish I can tell him. At a point I started thinking to my self "what would I tell him if he came to me in one of my dreams?" and there is what I came up with:

Gedo, Oh Gedo

I really, really miss you

I wish I can be up there with you

but what can I say

I have to stay

I have to wait until that day

when my mission is finished

and I get to say hooray

but hopefully after that I will say

أشهد أن لا إله إلا الله و أشهد أن محمدا رسول الله (the shahada)

by the way

there are three things I have to say

that is before you go on your way

first thing I owe you an apology

for every tear came down with agony

because I now know you never needed my agony

I now know what I had to do

I had to read the Qura'n over you

so here is a promise from me to you

I will finish the Qura'n remembering you

أما الحاجة التانية فأنا كنت عايز أقلك (as for the second thing, I just wanted to say to you)

thank you

thank you for each and every mango

I ate without saying thank you

to Allah

و بعدين ليك يا جدو (and then to you Gedo)

أخر حاجة قبل ما تمشي (last thing before you go)

إبعت سلامي (send my salams)

to my other جدي (Gedi) (the "i" here instead of the "o" is because of arabic grammar)

and tell him he will always be right here inside my قلبي (my heart)

جدي has once told me

that every Sudanese person is part of this family

so alhamd lel Allah for this blessed family

and may his mercy be on each and every one of this family

The transition from a Cairo man into a Muslim man

A wise friend her name is Riham Osman, has once told me that every one has a revert story. This poem I wrote to talk about my story. It basically talks about how I started out when I came her to America, being the naive boy that I was, and then going to high school and getting corrupted, and then end up in college where I get surrounded by the best friends a man can ever have, friends that have pulled me out of the dark and into the shining light of Islam.

four years ago

when I came here from Cairo

I went to a school named Glasgow

at the time I was just your typical Cairo man

I used to think that school is cool

I used to think that every one's heart was pure

I also used to think that pie

is equal to three point one four one five

but that soon had to change

it all went down the drains

when I went to high school and became insane

I went from your typical Cairo man

to becoming your typical American man

I thought that I was too cool for school

I thought that no one's heart was pure

I also thought that pie

was another way to rate the lame

in that weird rating game

but that too had to change

I had to lock it in a box with chains

and throw it in the river

because it wouldn't fit in the drains

Now, I think that school is not just cool

it is the place where I hang out with those pure hearted people

that you call fools

and if you are wondering what I think about pie?

I say it is another way to get high

high in your level of Iman is what I say

If you give just a little piece

to a hungry man living in peace

Allah will send you His peace

I know that I may sound like a shaikh or an Imam

giving a khotba about Iman

don't let me fool you with my sense of Iman

after all I am just a typical Muslim man

so alhamd lel Allah for the blessing of Islam

and may Allah increase our Iman

Love for the sake of Allah

Just a small group of the people I love

To love someone for the sake of Alla (SWT) is a felling that can never be explained by words. To love someone for the sake of Allah (SWT) is not a charity work. To be able to love just one person for the sake of Allah (SWT) is such a great blessing from Allah that can never be replaced by anything in the world. I Thank Allah (SWT) for blessing me with the ability to love not just one, not just ten, not even twenty, but even more than twenty people for His sake, alhamd lel Allah. In a miserable attempt to show how much I love these people, I have wrote my first poem ever. I hope you enjoy it.

I am in love

I am insanely in love

I am insanely in love with 17 girls

17 of the most beautiful, most thoughtful, and most modest girls

you think I am crazy

don't judge me yet

because I am in love with with 12 boys as well

12 of the most handsome, most kind, and most humble boys

If a day goes by

without me saying hi

to each and everyone of these girls and guys

I just start to cry

until the next day comes by

when I get to say hi

but never good bye

because the love that I have for these guys

is more than that which I have for my fries

I love you guys

for the sake of He who blessed us with fries

Allah subhanho wa ta'la