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15/11/2017

Happy Micheal
IN*******SE
The puzzling circumstance started when I had in*******se with my Hard times
From then, tears never ceased from my eyes;
I was left close to giving up
As grief hugs me to sleep pain accompanied.
I slender out of shame and mockery
Truth be told!
He r***d me of my dreams
And my hopes were embezzled
Heaped and wasted away
I slept in silence; cold with pains
I love my Hard times; I'm jovial to him
Though he promised me love but then it was hatred he gave,
Yet; I still loved him
He starved me of truth
He made me find joy in folly times
As I wore my garment of shame
I do not apologise for saying that I still love him
Though we are now part ways because I treated my Hard times with love.
---Hannatu Michael MAIYANGAH

01/08/2017

THE TOLLING
OF THE BELL
The existence of
the human race
Is being weighed
in the balance! ...
The earth is in
trouble and we
instead of helping
and coming
together to find
a solution are
playing the shame
and blame game
and the heavens
are weeping! ...
Instead of peace,
war is what we're
seeking! ...
We are no longer in
our brothers keeping! ...
We sacrifice our Sons
in stupid, foolish wars ...
And we don't any longer
know what we are
fighting for! ...
Dropping the Moab
is like dropping the
Mother Load on our
brothers! ...
It is becoming easier
to kill pur neighbors
and leave them in the
gutters! ...
To build a Wall 30 foot
High across our Southern
border is sending the
wrong message! ...
China built a wall and
Germany built a wall ...
And all walls do is send
the wrong signal! ...
Stay out or we will kill
ya if you try and cross
our borders! ...
The President has given
the order to shoot you
and the border patrol
has orders to do just
that! ...
Trump says our
democracy is under
attack by illegals ...
And all Muslims are
terrorist and we know
that it's all propaganda
and all a fu***ng lie! ...
He would have you
believe that everyone
around you is a spy! ....
The human race is in
a shame and blame
game and it has got
to stop! ...
All this fear and
suspicion creating
tensions has got to
stop! ...
All this Islamic phobia
and hatred of anything
foreign has got to stop! ...
All this gearing up for
war and readying our
soldiers for battle has
got to stop! ...
The human race is on
the brink of destruction ...
And this is not what we
are here for! ...
We are here to learn how
to love one another ...
But we are not doing
a very good job! ...
All the major religions
teach the message of
love and peace! ...
Where did we get it so
very wrong? ...
There is a great
divide between
the West and the
Middle East! ...
It is Allah's mercy
and grace that will
save us and keep
us safe and strong! ...
On bended knee,
prostrate face down
and pray for forgiveness! ...
Pray to God to remove
Hate from your heart! ...
And pray to grow in
God's wisdom to
choose daily right
from wrong and
to whom we belong! ...
To live in peace and
stay strong ! ...
And ask to be filled
and overflowing
with Allah's
awesome Love! ...
Ask to be in the sowing
of the harvest! ...
And learn to reach
out and help your
sisters and brothers
in Agape Love! ...
Because if we don't
we are going to self
destruct and it will
all be over! ...
Time to meet your
Maker! ...
No time for the under
taker! ...
Tell me do you know
where you are going? ...
Your choice is either
heaven or hell ! ...
This is the final reality! ...
This is life in its totality! ...
This is the tolling of
the Bell! ...
How does it ring for you? ...
Lay down your weapons! ...
Lay down your fear and
your hate! ...
Lend a helping hand to
your brother ...
I swear it's not too late! ...
ALHAMDULILLAH! ...
Subhan Allahu (SWT) ...
Insha Allah ...
Ameen! ...
Written By
Roxie Soller

28/01/2017

thoughtful wishing
I want to offer life to my breathless soul.
I want to speak and be heard
I want to fly beyond the sky
I want to be recognized in multitude of congregation ,for i want to offer life to my breathless soul.

I want to be like an island and do what no one has ever done
I want to wait miles that no one has ever reached.
I want to walk miles that no one has ever reached.
I want to offer life to my breathless soul.

I am very rich in thought and expression but environment and people make me feel poor even in abundance i still lack

I want to arrive late and be the first to be welcome.
Even with obstacles, troubles, thorns on the way i want to scale through.
I want to feel no hand to tap me and said "all these are allusion''
I want to see,touch, and belief it
I want to be present and feel this is the right place
I want to speak and be heard loudly
For i want to give life to my breathless soul
For this is my thoughtful voices.

30/12/2016

Light A Candle
© SB.MAZAH
light a candle,
see it glow,
watch it dance,
when you feel low,
think of me,
think of light,
I'll always be here,
day or night,
a candle flickers,
out of sight,
but in your heart,
I still burn bright,
think not of sadness,
that I'm not near,
think of gladness,
and joyous cheer,
I have not left,
I am not gone,
I'm here to stay
my little one,
so when you light a candle
and you see it glow
and you watch it dance
in your heart you'll know
that I would never leave you
even when you feel so blue
I'm sitting up here with the Lord
and now watching over you

24/12/2016

A breeze touched me and went just now.
Moonlight had melted just now.
A star got scattered just now.
A moment seems to have stopped just now.
What has happened to me?
Where have I lost myself?
I was just here but
I am not here anymore.
Not now...Not now...
Oh heart why do you cry?
This is the World
It happens only like this here
If tears fall from your eyes
You can hide them
Cheating and disloyalty is
what there heart call love. SB.Mazah's Poem Collection

26/11/2016

DEDICATION TO MY BELOVED KHADIJAH
can’t cope up with the loss
It is too cruel for me to bear
You are not present in the house anymore
But in my heart even though your existence
Is now personified by a gravestone.
So, I am writing this poem
To lay my heart bare
My love wasn’t just my lover
She was my best friend
She was my guardian angel
Oh, why did this have to end
She was my real support
She was my heart’s beat
Nothing and no one can be
Like her, so caring and so sweet
Her absence from my life
Has changed me as a person
Just like how a morning would be
Without the rays of the sun.
For every time I have let you down
For every time I made you frown
I know it is too late for an apology
But as I silently weep, I want to say sorry
Like a fool I never realized the value
Of having a loving someone like you
I know you wanted me to be my best
I realize you wanted me to outshine the rest
I promise to be the best person I can be
I promise to be the winner that you saw in me
It won’t go in vain, it won’t escape your eyes
I know you will be watching on me from the skies.

04/11/2016

18/07/2016

on every page of my fate,
during my life, after my death,
in all my future, in all my moments,
you write her to be mine..
in all stories and fables,
in the true relations of the heart's world,
in all parts of life,
you write her to be mine..
O God, whenever you make me, make me hers..I'm hers, in
her, from her..
let me remain hers only..
I'm thirsty,
she's the river, the path of my life
give me home, street, city of her name only
these steps move and stop for her only..
If you give me heart, give me her pain only.
that laugh be hers, when my home resounds..
O God, whenever you make me, make me hers..Even if you
reduce by half my joys and smiles,
even if you take my life,
promise me
on her tears, her sadness, her sorrows,
on every wound of hers,
only my right remains there, always, through life..
now only this should happen, she should live within me,
she should never be separated, not even for the just the
sake of saying..
O God, whenever you make me, make me hers..

07/01/2016

This poem is for my 2 best friends ever in my lyf!!!
My 2 best friends!!!
She has been a great friend
And doesnt allow our conversation to end
She encourages me in my goals and ambition
Love of her is wat makes my submission
She has been through my good and bad
And doesnt make me look tired and sad
She is the most talented cook
Give her a recipe from any nook
My best frnd is my mom..Mom, This is for you...My own had
written poem about you....Love the way u encourage me and
love the way u r....
He is a real hero
and he doesnt make u a zero
He buys me everything
I am ready to do anything
He smiles, he laughs but he has some pain
I tell i will struggle and help finance, but to no gain
He bought out my talents
which i learnt with a lot of challenges
Dad this one is for you!!!!
You both make my day complete...Dad i am ready to finance
for your hand pain....Please get it cured...Love u both!!!

24/10/2015

Heart Touching Poem –. "I'm Malakul Maut"
It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door.
Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I'm Malkul Maut (Angel Of Death), let me inside.
At once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweating in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife,
Don't let him take away my life.
Please go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.
My parents and family on me depends,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!
The angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
Its your soul Allah requires,
I come not with my own desires..
Bewildered, the man began to cry,
O Angel I'm so afraid to die,
I'll give you gold and be your slave,
Don't send me to the unlit grave.
Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,
Open the door; get up from your bed,
If you do not allow me in,
I will walk through it, like a Jinn.
The man held a gun in his hand,
Ready to defy the Angel's stand..
I'll point my gun, towards your head,
You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.
By now the Angel was in the room,
Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.
Foolish man, Angels never die,(except when Allah
will give death to everyone on day of kiyamat)
Put down your gun and do not sigh.
Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,
To die according to Allah's plan?
Come smile at me, do not be grim,
Be Happy, to return to Him.
O Angel! I bow my head in shame;
I had no time to take Allah's Name.
From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my own health.
Allah's command I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
Ramadan came and Ramadan went,
But I had no time to repent.
The Hajj was already FARD on me,
But I would not part with my money.
All charities I did ignore,
Taking usury more and more.
Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine,
With flirting women I sat to dine...
O Angel! I appeal to you,
Spare my life for a year or two.
The Laws of Quran I will obey,
I'll begin my SALAT this very day.
My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,
And keep away from self-conceit.
I will refrain from usury,
And give all my wealth to charity,
Wine and wenches I will detest,
Allah's oneness I will attest.
We Angels do what Allah demands,
We cannot go against His commands..
Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, mother, daughter or son.
I’m afraid this moment is your last,
Now be reminded, of your past,
Do understand your dreadful fears,
But it is now too late for your tears.
You lived in this world, two score and more,
Never did to you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away.
Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
In night clubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making many more Muslims,
You made your children non-Muslims?
You did ignore the Mua'dhin Adhaan,
Nor did you read the Holy Quran.
Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting friends, and causing strife
From hoarded goods, great profits you made,
And for your poor workers, you underpaid.
Horses and cars were your leisure,
Money making was your pleasure.
You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
With the very sick, you never sat.
A pint of blood you never gave,
Which could a little baby save?
O Human, you have done enough wrong,
You bought good properties for a song.
When the farmers appealed to you,
You did not have mercy, it is true.
Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
There is no time for you to repent,
I'll take your soul for which I am sent.
The ending however, is very sad,
Eventually the man became mad
With a cry, he jumped out of bed,
And suddenly, he fell down dead.
O Reader! Take moral from here,
You never know, your end may be near
Change your living and make amends
For heaven, on your deeds depends.
if this poem inspires you,
It can help someone too.
At least take some time, and do not ban
And send it to as many people as you can.
This poem may change many lives; and Allah will
reward such efforts

08/10/2015

A POEM DESERVES TO BE WRITTEN WITH GOLDEN
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Imamu Ibnil Qayyim (may Allaah bless his soul) is
saying on a Refutes to Christians:-
Oh! Christ Worshipers! We want an answer to our
questions from your wise.
If the Lord was murdered by some people's
act.....What sort of god is this?
bless hinder! Was he pleased by what they did to
him?
If yes, blessed be they.... They achieved the
pleasure of His.
But if He was disconnected.... This means their
power subjugated His!!!
Was the whole entity left without a Sustainer .... So
who listened to people's prayer and answered
them?
Were the heavens and the skies vacated when he
laid under the ground and the sand over Him (in the
grave)?
Were all the worlds left without a God to manage
while His hands were nailed?
Why did not the angels help Him when they heard
Him wailing?
How could the rods stand to bear the True Lord
when He was fastened?
How could the iron reach Him and inflict harm on
Him?
How could His enemies' hands reach Him and slap
His rear?
And was Christ revived by Himself or the Reviver
was another god?
What a sight it is! A grave that enclosed a god!
What's more amazing is a belly that had Him in it!
He stayed there for nine months in utter darkness
fed by blood!
Then he got out of the womb as a small baby, weak
and gaping to be breasted!
He ate, drank and did what that naturally comes
with that..... Is this a god?
High Exalted be Allaah above the lies of Christians.
___________________
Taken from the book Titled:-
ANNASĀRĀ FIL MĪZĀN
[I.e Christian in the Scale]

19/09/2015