wintery mooney night

December 7, 2014

a very chilly winter night

with full moon light

the quiet of night

alone in this might of night

i sat on bench in the street

pondered over life

love , affection , hatred and plight

entangled my mind

I prayed , God guide me toward light

that can en lighten my soul and mind !

One cold winter night.



September 21, 2014

sometimes i see something through something

sometimes i see a gleam of blazing fiery sun through the calm and chills of lake water

sometimes i see beauty through eyes of utter ugliness

sometimes i hear God`s kind words of love amidst harshness of reality

sometimes with eyes wide open i dream….

Standing on my Grave ….

November 2, 2013

I see myself standing on my grave

Long living past death

After God given second breath

Standing and weeping

Recalling and dreaming

Tears flowing streaming from eyes that can’t blink

My mind that can’t think

Blind like a poet that is drowning in the ink

My life is frozen

Like a painful emotion

A painting of emotion

A sea of love, life, death

Wave upon wave of mistakes from my test

But the gates are closed

My prayers just a breath

I am breathing or sleeping

Dreaming of leaving

There is no turning back

Like a broken clock

Spinning between shaded glass

Actions and intention are things of the past

My soul chained like a prisnor

Scars that run run deeper than veins

Are carved  in my back

Sins and transgression that has wounded my soul

I tattooed my bones using blood for an ink

Lying or is it a cancer

Envy, virus

Pride is a parasite that is living inside us

This world was a stage for failed sacrifices

I sit back and think about life before death

I lean back and wish to retake this test

Because I knew that my mistakes are marked with an “x”

I go back and fix them and make them right

Forever too long to live in regret

What you do in this world determine the next

But ofcourse it is too late

The book is now closed

Marksmen are swarming

And we standing in rows

Mounstain of fire starts flowing

The scales are set tight

The deeds are being placed

Judgement upon us lies

You must face

Weighed in measures

Fate has been handed

I am standing on my grave….


October 25, 2013

His name is  Zubair. He is merely four years old. Born to an Algerian father who teach Tajweed in my Local Masjid. Masjid is his play house, his school, his socializing place and just everything.

First time I noticed him on Eid Day . He was handing out sweets to people after the Eid Prayer.He was probably the first for me and for loads of other to receive Eid Greetings from. He refused to hand over his job to his father and insisted on greeting the people and handing out sweets. “May God Bless you my son!” , “May you get a high reward for this ” Every one thanked him with a prayer and gratitude.

His fair complexion and his slightly chubby ,round ,smily-  tiny little innocent face always attract people. He always try hard to finish his tajweed lesson quickly so that he can greet the oncoming people for magrib prayer into Masjid at the door step.

I have seen Zubair even in fajar prayer. I have asked his father that why you bring him so early to Masjid. His father replied that when he misses the fajar prayer then he cries in regret all day. So we therefor wake him up if he doesn’t wake up himself.

Little Zubair`s interaction with other children’s is very different. He does not shout out and call them. He politely go toward then and tap them on their should and talk to them politely. At the Eid Bar B Q, little zubair was fanning the fire and serving the people while other children’s were being fed by their parents.

Little Zubair presence in the Masjid is blessing for the whole community. He is source of aspiration and motivation. In his face I see an angel , in this manners I see the reflection of the seerah of Prophet Mohammad PBUH and  in his eyes I see the light. May Allah bless us good childerns like Zubair  and May Allah give us ability to bring up one like Zubair IA.

food or poison….

October 12, 2013

if it wasn’t for food what we will live for ?! I mean we work for it .. we get married to women to get it cooked and prepared for us .. we went to war for it .. we make it a business commodity .. we celebrate with it.. we win it to win life and we loose it to loose everything.. how can I put the important of our food resources…

There is more to it that we cant even imagine or science will fail to evaluate the scale of money , time and resources that mankind has put in to change the eating habits of human beings. The hottest celebrity on the TV is well known Chef , the hot selling book is best recipe book , and then there is this diet and that diet … Man has been trying to shusssshhhhh his food mad savage in himself in many different way but all in vain.

There is well known cardiologist in Pakistan who goes to food outlets and throw out poor people who eat unhealthy sticky and oily food. He has been heard saying that most of these people then cant afford to pay heavy medical bills for treatment of coronary diseases but they can prevent them by eating healthy food.

Quran says ” eat and drink as what is permissible ( Halal ) and clean ( healthy) ” and then Prophet Mohammad PBUH said ” for a muslim , only a few bites that straighten his back is enough ” .. now reflect on it that whether what you eating is food or poison , decide yourself.

Once again, Muslims of Britain are under the microscope. The recent controversy in UK on the Niqab ( face veil worn by muslim women) started when a woman in court was ordered to remove her veil while presenting herself as witness. The judge said this is necessary to evaluate her witness statement.

While Niqab is a sign of religion in the west and not the sign of culture, it has become more or less a culture in the east. Religious women in the west hide their face and body completely to represent their faith but in the east it has been part of mere culture. Most women in the east who may not practice their religion but wear it as part of their culture.

While there is a debate for banning the veil , no one seems to have clear idea why muslim women wear it. Some non-muslims and the so called “progressive Muslims” which I believe is non-practicing muslims are supporting the ban. Wearing a face veil is not brutal but their opposition towards it is brutal. If we just think outside a box it is not only a religeos issue but issue of civil liberties.

In a country where women have won the right to bare almost everything, we have a proposal to ban people from covering almost everything. People’s freedoms are being limited in the name of emancipating them. The newspaper that has page 3, is campaigning for the niqab ban on page 1. Male MPs want to tell women what they can’t wear; ‘progressive Muslims’ i.e. non-practising Muslims are the new Muslim theologians; and practising Muslims are the extremists.

Hope while we wait

September 8, 2013

I saw a fisherman who threw his line into water and waits for hours holding his rod to get a catch. All that time that he is waiting to catch a fish will be painful if he doesn’t hope that he will have a catch. Most of us in our lives are fishermen , who hope for the better while they go through painful waiting. Think of taking the hope away and nothing remains in our lives. To hope is to believe and have faith. There is no one better in faith than a fisherman and we all are fishermen.

Faith Reborn

August 3, 2013

I always thought that our generation is doomed. The next generation will see our museums and our broken mosques and temples and tell their childrens the tales of our civilization or it may be the end of Human race at all.

“The love of the world is the source of all transgressions”said Hazrt Ali ( Rtz) . Is this not true that we have been submerged too much in our temptations. Looking at one generation before us , they didn’t have that much abundance of everything , not that much luxuries but they lived more happy life than us. Our previous generation married to whoever they were arranged to marry , but they stayed satisfied with their spouses , they dressed modestly , they ate simple , they looked after their families and they stayed composed , satisfied and happy.

Here comes our generation , we can’t stay satisfied with arranged marriages , we always need more , there is no end to our needs. Our dress and life style became clumsy and immodest. There are people out there , that you wont have seen the faces of their mothers or grand mothers. Even men in their neighbourhood didn’t know how the woman next door looks. Here comes our generation. The girl went out picnic , here are the pictures on Facebook , the birthday pictures , the wedding pictures and then guys comes in to say this is “awesome” . Just one generation before the grand mother fully covered , you can hardly see her face because of “chadder ( scarf)” in her passport picture. But now you can have her whole life history available in pictures online.This is same with men. Showing all your biceps , how muscular your are , how manly you are …… This is so PATHETIC .. so PATHETIC .. honestly …. we are becoming more and more social on social media and becoming more and more lonely in real life. Honestly this is the truth. Since how long has this trend started ??? not even more than fifty years …. let see where it takes us…

This Ramadan , I saw a trend of lot of young people turning to mosques for spiritual purification. The amount of childerns , men , women and young people are turning toward faith I have seen in London this time is phenomenal. This time the wave of knowledge will come from the west and not the east. It seems that the faith is reborn at a different dimension.

I see faith as the only salvation

What If ……!!!!

May 21, 2013

what if you hit a little four years old girl while driving car …. due to the force of collision she is tossed up in air ,she  flips and lands few meters away from the car … you stops in  frenetic way .. you nearly miss derailing from main road into the deep trench down hill…… your heart is beating enormously high from anxiety that how many bones she would have broken or whether she is alive or if she is alive then for how long….

what if you open the door of your car and you find blood all over the road , some of your doubts may become certain , your  anxiety increase and you run toward her thinking that if she is still breathing lets rush her to the hospital …. but suddenly,  an expert paramedic stops on the scene of accident , he checks the girl , let her stand ,  stands on her feet , he checks that she can lift her arms and legs and then he dresses all her wounds , inject her with antibiotics and anti pain drugs and little girl returns to her home on her own feet alive and kicking…..

what if all this happens to you … wont it shock you and make you think …won`t you think that she could have died , she could have been physically disabled , … what if the paramedic guy wasn`t there to help …….

This accident has emotionally shocked me but made me think that it is only Allah who is the protector of life.If Allah protects you then no matter how disastrous accident you have been through nothing will happen to you . I took this as a sign of Allah`s mighty powers

wishing back to the start

January 1, 2013

On the new year day most of us will look to the future ….hopes of something better , meeting new people , making new friends , having new experiences , discovering the world from a different angle. But what about the bitter past . friends that have been lost , relations that have been forgotten , conflicts that have weaken the bonds of love . Aggression , greed  and  lust that have carried us away , and have evolved us into black elves.

I wish i can go back to the start . I wish science can work that way .