This is me as a child, I'm comparing how Isa and Ibrahim are and how much they I see myself in them each day. This was when i was at least 3 years old.  

Life gets rough and tough and people wonder what's going on,
yet here you sit and ponder about the day's outcome.
Subhan'Allah, where did the time go?
how did it go so fast? Wasn't it a minute ago that you woke up in the bright morn?
Now it's fading to darkness and you realize that the minutes went by so quickly, and
before you knew it the days past by as well as weeks and months to years
and you were once a young child now are a young adult.
and your kids are going through the same thing yet they are sitting there pondering about the life and here you are pondering about whether or not you will make it or not, meaning whether or not if they will drive you insane or crazy and all of that put together because afterall that's what kids do best, they drive their parents crazy, especially their mom as its their job to watch her and look at her and see what she's typing.

Right now as I type this, Ibrahim is looking at me typing this and asking me who I am talking to. Should I tell him it's the blog. My blog... yup... It's my blog. that's who I'm talking to. The entire world... It's a small world afterall...

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Bumper Boats, where's my coat?

Assalamu alaikum wr wb.

I woke up when Isa came into my room, he patted my face as he told me he loved me and told me to wake up as he was hungry. Glancing at the clock it read 9am and I groaned as i pretended I was still sleeping yet he pulled at my ears and my arm and said come on get up so i said ok ok just give me a minute. He said grab your glasses up there, pointing to the top shelf where my glasses laid and I said its not necessary as I went downstairs. Grabbing a cereal bowl and some cereal in it with milk and also some chocolate milk into his cup then bringing it back upstairs. I put a mat on the floor and told him here eat up as i laid down to sleep. Within minutes though I was fast asleep, i didn't wake up again until Isa woke me up again to tell me he was finished and needed a diaper change. So I woke up and made sure his bowl was empty and went to examine the whole house to make sure he didn't throw his food away anywhere and didn't see it. I even went as far as to checking all the rooms, including bathrooms to check and even downstairs and coast looked like it was clear. So then I went back up and changed his diaper. then i checked the clock it was only 10am. so as I was laying down, Isa layed next to me as he started talking to me, I understood little bits and parts of what he was saying but the rest I didn't understand though I pretended I did just so his feelings wouldn't get hurt because he's extra sensitive, subhan'Allah just telling him one thing will get him to go to his room to cry.

Well we were playing ball, and having some fun and it was just cool, that he was once so young and could barely move and here he was talking to me and I totally understood what he was saying and doing and I knew when he was trying to be sneaky, i just knew and it was because i was once that way or at least from what I remember myself as and I thank my parents for having patience to put up with me and still do :)

After awhile we went bumper boats with my husband Abdullah and my older son Ibrahim,
it was an alright day... a little sunshine in the sky and a little bit of wind.
there was a huge crowd at the place where it was, a party going on, and a lot of people playing golf and minature golf. There was only a few handful of people playing go karts and bumper boats so when we went there it wasn't that crowded. IT was hilarious and fun...though I was bumped right under the waterfall.... as I got totally drenched in, i couldnt move to get out or get away as I stood under the waterfall for at least 30 seconds to a minute before i figured out how to get out. We were able to be on the bumper boats for at least 30 mins or so because there was no one there, though right before we were getting off some other people started showing up so the guy let us stay on for another 15 mins longer and i was like wow this is a good prize 5 dollars for a 45 min ride...masha'Allah.... Ibrahim had his very own bumper boat, and Abdullah was in another with Isa and then I was alone in one. Perhaps I should have taken Isa with me, and if I did i don't think i would have stood under the waterfall for that long. SubhanAllah if Isa was not with his father i would have pushed him too but my husband didn't think so and I said he's a little kid, he didn't do anything except be there with you, and wouldn't want him to go through that.
Isa though did not like the bumper boats, perhaps he was just in one of those cranky moods, or whatever, but he was basically crying every time he got squirted with the water and i told my husband let him try to squirt us and we'll try to di rect the squiring just at you and not at him and as i kept getting my husband i would apologize to Isa saying sorry baby it's for your baba not you..... its just water..wheee..lol.. then the guy called us and off we went.

so then we went on the go karts as then i realized it hit me.. i was freezing cold...i was totally drenched as I stood up the water was draining away from me, my clothes were all stuck to me and these were very modest and loose clothes. I felt as if my hijab was glued to my head, and we did 5 laps of the go karts and that was good though the gas fumes made me feel ill.

then we went to a restaurant called Friendly's while we ate some mozerella sticks and french fries, and i had a hot chocolate... then we had some ice cream..... despite that i was cold, freezing cold, i ended up getting an apple pie ala mode, and my hubby got a mud pie mode. It was good but very cold and as I left i went to the grocery store and did my thing.
then came out and went home and well I put away all the groceries, and then i came here...
:)
my kids are settled on down.... asleep....
and where am i? here...where else would i be?

Ok ok i know this must sound a bit lame,
I changed my blog templates so I'm to blame.
I tried to fix the background and add a bit more spunk
And I think I made it sink down further that it stunk.

Subhan'Allah what am I to do?
Surely there must be something oh i feel so blue
Sure perhaps this poem doesn't sound right
Who cares? it's my blog, i wont go without a fight.
Ok, I'm only kidding, joking around.
I guess from the day I've had my brain has left me, and hiding to be found.
Perhaps I should get offline and read a book
Called "A Voice by Umm Zakiyya, " why don't you take a look?

I've always loved to read, though I'm trying to find the time,
Perhaps I should read now instead of writing this rhyme.
Though I feel like Jammin' Rantin', and Rave,
It's just my thoughts, my feelings, CHOCOLATE i crave!

So I'm listening to my son's programs tunes run in my head,
If they don't stop I'll go crazy and probably end up dead.
Tell me if you like to hear Dora the Explorer, or Blue Clues rock,
The Lazytown get up on your feet, as my jaws begin to lock.
Ya Rab! Ya Allah! Help me insha'Allah I pray,
That you protect my children and my family every day.
These tunes seem to be so easy to remember and learn,
yet the words of Allah, are in there, as I turn.
so here is my rant, my rave, my news of blue
My poems of life, my family and you.

so..... comment if you please and please be kind
remember Allah is All-Hearing,all-Seeing, do not be blind.
If you want, i'm still fixing my blog
have some patience, and i'll post more though i wont be a hog
I'll let everyone have their own say
afterall this is my blog.....come on out and play....
Yet make dhikr, dua'ah and pray.
ask Allah for forgiveness and not lead you astray.

:)

Isa my little baby boy,
He's such a cutie a wonderful joy
He talks a lot of words and sentences too
Loves to mimic, and sing.....and sneeze achoo.

So he grabbed his arthur vitamins and started to eat
I told him only one is enough, as i pinched his seat
.He gave a yelp and said want more candy right now
I said this is not candy, its vitamins so dont have a cow
He started to cry and reached in for a bite
Right on my arm getting ready to kick, scream and fight
.I told him if he was mad he should go to his room
Sort out his anger, get a time out, go dust and broom
.He said he was mad because I wouldn't give in
I told him this isn't your grandparents home as you cant win
He said that's not fair as he stomped away
I said yes it is, now continue your play
He closed his door and I could hear him crying
I felt bad as he didnt understand his lying.
I went on in and gave him a hug
As he pushed me away then we saw a bug

ARGH!!!
we yelled as Ibrahim came running in
Said that's only a centipede, lets get a pin
So we vaccummed it up and had some juice
last one up is a dirty rotten egg you silly goose.
yes i know my poem is starting to get lame
but can you blame
me as I feel ashamed.

This poem is going on alone by me
I want others to post as this is the jammin' poem thread cant you see?
Continue this game and write what you feel
Write about yourself and your deal
ok... this is it i'll write no moreas my time is up...
.and my fingers are sore.so take on care
and hope you'll have fun
visit this place again and again as its #1....

Ibrahim wrote this book just a few hours ago,
About his heros, the ones he respected you know.
He drew the pictures as best as he could,
Wrote a nice story about them as he should.
Then he stapled it and clipped it on the wall
Said I want to publish this and show it to them all.
I told him he had to do his very best,
Don't worry about what others say, as this is your test.

Work on your handwriting making sure its not a mess
Making your story readable and not making people guess.
He nodded his head and said that's a great idea and thank you,
He said I'll dedicate them all to you too.
He gave me this hug and a kiss on the cheek,I said ok ok...
jazakuAllahkhairun you little sneak.
That's when he started to say,How did you know that was my plan to play
I told him Im his mother and I knew him very well
I said you shouldnt play tricks like that as the place will be hell.
He said I'm sorry I just didn't know,
I'm just a child, I make mistakes, should i go?
I said no no, that's not necessary but just remember for next time,
He said mommy how did you end up writing this rhyme?
I said that's my talent as it has been passed onto you
Value it and use it for good or we'll be through
Do good things and dont decieve another,
as in the quran and hadith its written for your muslim brother.
He said I promise I'll do my bestafterall this is one of Allah's Test.
alhamdulillah I say now let's get readytime to sleep, nice and steady...
( the trick he played was that he was kissing up to me to get something, he wanted some more choc milk with some cookies before his lunch time).

my mom was here just the other day,
She brought along my kids and didnt want to stay
She said how much of a mess
that I've becomeand how much I resemble the life of a bum.
I was so upset and I started to cry
I asked her what made her say that and why
She shook her head and said don't you know
your life
is for your kids, family, not some silly show.
She didn't understand that I wanted to do

She said this dunya is important working on it too
She said it is better if you get a job and work
and send your kids to school, dont be a jerk.
I excused myself and left the room
slammed the door kaboom.
went to my computer and sat on the floor
I said how much can I take?
possibly no more.
I made dua'ah and said a prayer
Went downstairs and said im not a player
I told her I knew what was best for me
and if she truly loved me, respected me she'd see
The true beauty inside wanting to come out
Wanting to increase my deen, my dhikr a shout
She said that's not the best you can do
I'm only saying this to you because it's true
I told her Thank you, but no thanks I'm fine
My family is ok, my kids are with me as they're mine
I know what's best for them as I'm a mother that cares
I'm different in raising them as I'm willing to share
Even though I'm raising them in a different tone of light
I'm teaching them right from wrong without a fight.
This is best for me and I hope you will agree
This is my life, my family, its not all about me.
It's about teaching others, learning, and most of all benefitting
instead of wasting time watching tv,
listening to music and just basically doing nothing by sitting.
what's wrong with that she asks this is what you use to do
I said that figures look at me that's why im a mess cuz of you.
She said that hurt and I said now you know,
How I must feel that you're understand
I must go
she said fine do whatever you want to do
but when stuff happens to you dont come crying to me
as my help to you is through
I said why wont you support me and just let me on my own
She said you're not ready yet, as I moan and groan.

She said the time is not right,
and your father and I know best
We know this is a Test,
better than the rest.
I told her look I'm almost reaching an older age,
You got to let me go, make my own decisions let me out of the cage.
She said is that what you think that I've trapped you within
I said looks like it, feels like it, thick and thin.
That's when my dad said that's enough let her do her life
That's her duty as she's married as a muslim wife.
I said thank you and i really value, respect you
so
I said I thank you for helping me
but this is my life i must show They said ok fine...
we'll be behind you all the way
We just dont want you to leave and go astray
I told them that is fine and I wouldnt dare to slip
And im sorry for yelling at them and giving them lip
then they said that was fine as this was what I had to do
get it all out of my system,
not hold it inside as its apart of you.So that's my story...
it's nearly at the endmy kids are back with me, my parents and I have made ammends.Alhamdulillah,
this life gives you one test after another
and in the end we are all still muslim sisters and brothers.

though im starting to fall asleep
so im gonna go soon and not make a peep
my hubby's in a deep sleep
though he's talking in babbles cannot understand a word
he's thinking he's back in school,
trying to be a nerd.
im serious....he just told a bully to get lost
and when i laughed he looked at me still asleep
(cant find anything to rhyme with that..lol)then went back to sleep.

see that wasn't so bad
though i guess we better call it a night
or everyone will be mad
they'll wonder why don't we post this in our blog
and as they see the room smoking into a fog
The versus discussions how they continue on and on
The backbiting, slander, gossiping pro and con
the endless, and long debates
the broken record of hates
Will it go on and on and on
when will this end
when can we stop this nonsense
and mend
work together not against each other,
afterall we are muslims sisters and brothers
alhamdulillah for what we are,
and what we'll become
but if we continue this phony act
we'll be nothing but bums.

soooo...get off your high horse and start practicing what you preach
start learning and keep on reading, and teach
Thank Allah for this wonderful day
Another chance for you to ask forgiveness and pray
Thank Allah for this beautiful night
Best to get along and not fight
Thank Allah for the rain that falls on down
Better to be happy than to wear a frown
Life is short, not easy you know
One minute you're here, then you're the next to go
Standing there waiting for your turn,
then Allah will ask you in your life what have you yet to learn?
Don't forget ME is what I told you to do
Yet you ignored it thinking its not really up to you
You did whatever you had to do because you thought you knew best
you denied all my creations, good and bad not realizing was a test
Than you wake up and realize it was only a dream
Yet you're only seconds away as it seems
Perhaps you have some time to reflect
repent to Allah and not reject
increase your love, remembrance and deen,
and realize islam is the best you've ever seen.

now anyone else can try too
its easy and i'll post after you
a good idea would be to keep a dictionary around
,than read all the words, write them and rhymin' to be found
It works when you know what you're going to say
it helps with asking Allah and not go astray
It helps to make dhikr, dua'ah and pray
That you do not listen to bad things,
just walk away.

soooo...con't on whomever wishes to go,
i must go eat, so continue on with the flow
jammin' rhymin' smashin' in this thread
remembering Allah and most important of all
not allowing yourself to be dead.
dead to the world to the society's slave
agreeing with the media and not being brave
being on the billboard of the advertisement sign
ignoring what all that is said by your parents

Sooo....be true to yourself and to the One
realize that Allah has no son
No partner has He, nor nothing can compare
Ignore those lies that you cannot bare
Be honest and have faithbelief, and do not debate
nor spread hate
be good to yourself and others around you
on that shelf
Grab a book
take a look
the beautiful words of Allah
cannot be beat
especially on the Day of Judgment,
the Jannah and the Hellfire heat.
Which way do you want to go?
The easy path of life and light?
Or the hard path of darkness and flight.
so do your own thing you know what's best
realize your life on this world is just merely a Test.

Apologizing in advance for flooding your screen,
Just posting up my poems, to increase my deen.
Memories or reminders you pick and guess
,if you want me to continue on just say yes.
JazakuAllahkhairun for giving me the strength,
Speaking my mind, remembering Allah is what I meant.
Poems are about feelings and saying what you feel,
Sometimes it's all about yourself the real deal.
Write what you feel, and feel what you write,
Its better to rhyme rather than to fight.
It's better to make dua'ah, dhikr and pray.
It's better to sit down when you're angry and walk away.
It's better to do many things that we are told to do,
It's better to be strong, keep faith and be true.
Alhamdulillah for my faith in the ONE,
and my poem is over for now, though this thread has just begun

wow havent seen this thread for a while,
looking back on memories,
pile after pile.
Looking at all that i have wrote,
Not wanting to brag, or gloat.

Masha'Allah, we are talented as can be,
Jammin' rhymes as the waves in the sea.
Alhamdulillah this thread is back to the top
Nothing can beat us, we'll continue and not stop
Alhamdulillah for our writing hands,
Everyone's minds can understand.
We can all relate
and not hesitate
that these poems are true
and its about the world around us too

Subhan'Allah we really should reflect
about our spirituality and not reject
Make dhikr, dua'ah and lots of prayers,
Dress up modestly, layer after layers.

we were in the masjid making our wudu,
and isa says to me, i know what to do too.
We leave the room to make our salat
and he bows down to pray and makes his rakat.
He listens to the beautiful recitation of the qur'an,
and starts prayin'tells me he understands
what they are all sayin
'i give a huge hug and hang onto him real tight,
and he smiles as i can see nur in his face,
the light.i say Masha'Allah as tears begin to form,
and the ppl from the uni say their ameens and return to their dorm.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and say,
May Allah protect you and in each and every way.
May Allah continue to help them and make sure they pray,
trust in You, remember You, and not be led astray.
That's when I know there's lots of work to be done,
stop wasting my time, make dhikr and say Allah is ONE.
Ahad, ahad is what they both shout,
and ppl wonder what they're talking about.
I explain to them what is going on and they shrug,
and scream out that they saw a huge, slimy, 100 legs bug.

I make my dua'ah, and put on my shoes
I say Allah help this masjid not be confused.
Help our youth today to become closer to You,
because good and bad all comes from You too
and we must remain strong,and know you were not wrong.
and that you will help us to be true
cuz Allah we love you..

so this is the end of my long rhyme,
its past midnight, and im out of time.
so insha'Allah i'll make dua'ah and hope it's right,
to continue to make dhikr, and not to fight.
JazakuAllahkhairun for all that you've said
but now it's time for me to go to bed

a really sad thing happened just the other day,
i was at the masjid, and cleaning up to pray
The brothers opened the door and did not realize,
Kids were running about, perhaps they were hyponotize.
Isa got out the door, as brother grabbed him up
Brought him inside as I thanked him and gulped
The 2nd time he ran,
I asked him to stopbut that didnt work
cuz the 3rd time he ran a big FLOP!
the 4th time he ran out the door,the lady next door grabbed him
before a car came so close to hit him and he'd be no more
I started to cry as i held him on tight,
I hugged and kissed him with all my might.
I told him little one what was his game?
Why was he playing this, why am i to blame?
As the others looked in and gathered around,
I knew my hubby had left, i was alone,
not to be found.My day didn't go that great after that,
Would you believe it it was my 7th anniversary as a matter of fact
Did I have a day of relaxation and time?
No of course i didnt, i was making a list, and this rhyme.
Instead my day was filled with jumping about,
Chasing after isa, keeping up with him,
and giving it a shout!STOP
I said, but he ran real fast
said cant catch me mommy, you're last! nah nah!
I do not know what to do,
My hubby thinks its a piece of cake too
To look after kids he thinks its easy as 123
I told him why not try it for a day or two
He said that's not my job, it's just for youI told him then dont talk
about what you dont know to do
he said just be like me, firm, and let him know you're the boss
and i told him it isnt that easy and he said that's your loss
and i told him look why dont you try to chase him all about,
he said i'll just grab his hand have him sit down no doubt
and i told him he would get up and do his game again
and he said not with me he wont with you he can do whatever
he likes and get away with it,cuz you're his mother, your soft on him
and i dont like it one bit.
and i told him its natural as every mother is like this,
afterall i carried him for 9 long months, looked after him,
and wouldnt miss.
and he said that's not the point,
the point is to make sure he's all simmered down,
to make sure he behaves and does not run out of town
i told him all 2 yr olds run all aboutdrives their mothers insane
as they give out a shout
he said that is no excuse, and i will not let you say
i will show you how easy it is, and ask you to pray
Perhaps its cuz of what he sees,
perhaps we can do something about it and it'll be a breeze.
I rolled my eyes as I sighed and looked at him,
said i give up, calling my mother to come on in
he said that's not easy to give up just like that
i said i dont know, i dont care.. it doesnt matter as i sat on the mat.
He too sighed as he took Isa on in, sat him down on his lap and said
Dont you spit, dont you throw,dont you bite, dont you know?
Isa shouted no and did what he always doI told you, i warned you,
did you listen to me? no..you didnt too..so then he took him to his room and closed the door,
isa cried, kicked and screamedi closed my eyes, and went to sleep to dreamed
after a few mins he was asleep
went inside kissed him, tucked him in as i didnt hear a peep
Though today was a day where he did basically the same ole thing
ran around, made a mess, spilled some juice,
dropped some crumbs, did all that he could do,
hubby saw the disaster and said what's this goo?
I told him ask Isa as that's his own mess,
but it wasnt ibrahim or I, as I must confess.
he said you must teach Isa to pick up after himself
,i said he's 2..he said doesnt matter teach him a thing or two.
So that's my story for the past couple of days,
lousy weekend...my eyes are filled with haze.
I feel kinda down, dont know what to do
perhaps i should make dhikr, make dua'ah.
perhaps i feel better now that i wrote this all down,dont know
what i would do without you guys for sticking around

jazakuAllahkhairun for letting me say the words
that i could say,thank Allah for giving me life, letting me
survive and taking care of my kids each day.
till again tomorrow..or the day after and after that.i'll have more to post
about their adventures, perhaps about their cat.
sniff sis that was beautiful and that really made my day,

jazakuAllahkhairun for reminding of being patient, true, and to pray
.now i must go to sleep or my eyes will fall
i guess i'll share more tomorrow with you all.

and are you guys gonna bicker all day,
when the better thing to do is forget, and pray?
how about making some dhikr,
instead of all this nonsense bicker?
My kids come to ask me to teach them to pray,

I swallow hard as I try to find the right words to say.
I tell them to make their ablution, and stand up straight,
I tell them to pray on time and not be late
.They recite their fatihas and surahs one by one,
Only two rakats and they do their dua'ahs and they're done.
They ask me to teach them how to do dhikr,
Helping me with tasks in the home to earn their sticker.
They grow so fast, right before my eyes,
they were so little one time, what a surprise!
I smile at how much they've grown up so fast,
And pretty soon all these memories will be in the past.

I do not know what else to say,
Except it is time that i leave this board and pray
I'll hand it off to the mr poem mrs ms right now,
so you can say sis your poems stink,
and have a cow
a brother came to speak to us today,
said dont backbite others instead pray.
He went onto say how wrong it was,
then asked everyone to listen up and stop the buzz.
So everyone threw in a question or two,
soon their hands went up and it was a few.
The brother tried to answer them best he could,
He did his best alhamdulillah, better than he should.
Then it was time for the people to go and pray,
Asking Allah to guide us and forgive us that day.
To protect us and have mercy upon us to state,
Apologize for being lazy and getting into debate.
They had this contest to see who would win,
Brothers and sisters emptied out their pockets and trying to top one another.
Brothers couldnt face they've lost so they said to each other..
.let's put in a dollar or two.
Go to the bank brother quick, before we are through.
So the brother went to the machine and got out a large amount of sum
,gave it out to donation, and recieved a dum dum
they cheered on how they always continue to win
sisters said you cheated, but alhamdulillah
we know sisters cnt be defeated
.the brothers all nodded to agree
they said you are right, i guess we do not see
but it is ok, and alright for nowwe have our funds,
and pls dont have a cow anyways...that's my slammin' poem
for tonite read the msg within in, it has a light
if you can see it, a treat for you will be
reward in afterlife for the whole world to see.
.and for you to believe, you must continue on your path
strive for Allah and not face His wrath
continue to have patience and understanding too,
continue to forgive others, and dont forget
NO backbiting, slandering, gossiping, and all of that things that will lead you astray.
Stay on the right path, make dhikr and pray

and are you guys gonna bicker all day,
when the better thing to do is forget, and pray?
how about making some dhikr,
instead of all this nonsense bicker?

My kids come to ask me to teach them to pray,
I swallow hard as I try to find the right words to say.
I tell them to make their ablution, and stand up straight,
I tell them to pray on time and not be late.

They recite their fatihas and surahs one by one,
Only two rakats and they do their dua'ahs and they're done.
They ask me to teach them how to do dhikr,
Helping me with tasks in the home to earn their sticker.

They grow so fast, right before my eyes,
they were so little one time, what a surprise!
I smile at how much they've grown up so fast,
And pretty soon all these memories will be in the past.

I do not know what else to say,
Except it is time that i leave this board and pray
I'll hand it off to the mr poem mrs ms right now,so you can say sis your poems stink,

and have a cow a brother came to speak to us today,
said dont backbite others instead pray.
He went onto say how wrong it was,then asked everyone to listen up
and stop the buzz.So everyone threw in a question or two,
soon their hands went up and it was a few.
The brother tried to answer them best he could,
He did his best alhamdulillah, better than he should.
Then it was time for the people to go and pray,
Asking Allah to guide us and forgive us that day.
To protect us and have mercy upon us to state,
Apologize for being lazy and getting into debate.

They had this contest to see who would win,
Brothers and sisters emptied out their pockets and trying to top one another.
Brothers couldnt face they've lost so they said to each other...let's put in a dollar or two.
Go to the bank brother quick, before we are through.
So the brother went to the machine and got out a large amount of sum,gave it out to donation, and recieved a dum dum they cheered on how they always continue to win
sisters said you cheated,
but alhamdulillah we know sisters cnt be defeated.
the brothers all nodded to agree
they said you are right, i guess we do not see
but it is ok, and alright for now
we have our funds, and pls dont have a cow anyways..
.that's my slammin' poem for tonite
read the msg within in, it has a light
if you can see it, a treat for you
will be reward in afterlife for the whole world to see.
.and for you to believe, you must continue on your path
strive for Allah and not face His wrath
continue to have patience and understanding too,continue to forgive others,
and dont forget NO backbiting, slandering, gossiping, and all of that things that will lead you astray.
Stay on the right path, make dhikr and pray

i hate this discrimination
that ppl gives to elimination
they think that it is right,
to say whatever they want, do as they like and fight.
its ok for them to run as they please,it's ok for them to even sneeze.
they can tell you what to do and where to go
and it doesnt matter if you explain to them,
they are slow.they think they know best,better than you,
and if you try to explain it, they say im through
it is so sad i cannot even cry
to say what happened to me so i sigh
they discriminate,
because they hate
muslims and islam,
they see the word,
and go turn around, leave and havent you heard?
it does not matter if you're black or white,arab or from pakistan,
it only matters that you're a muslim, and to them,it's like we're nothing but a scam.

I don't know how else to explain
whatever that they do,it is truly sad that they do this to us,
and think that they can, get away with it
We say you cant treat us this way and they say yes we can, bit by bit.
They say we can do whatever we like, we have the last say,
Get out of our face, get out of this country today
.They think that you have no right to be near,
and even if you were born here
it does not matter cuz what they say is the final say,
and if you do not like it that's tough cuz its our way or no way

so much discrimination
so much elimination
they say muslims and islam get out
without learning the truth of what its all about
instead they dont understand, nor are they willing to give a hand
just those mean looks that they give
and thinking only they have the right to live
and others have the right to die,
it's cuz of them there's trouble in the world,
it's cuz of them i sighit's cuz of them that ppl wish to die
it's cuz of them that ppl wish that they find islam
it's cuz of them, the world is going in the trouble its init'z cuz of them.
... and we need to say that we will not take anymore crap from them.
not now..not today...we're here to stayand nothing can you say
to us to tell us where to go or what to do,
we have the right to live like you do,
and im sure you would appreciate it too.
But for real, get rid of that attitude!

bump to the top,
i want to keep this up so dont stop
post the things you want to say
if you're feeling bad, let it all out and it'll go away.
If you keep it all bottled up inside,
You just want to curl up and die
You talk about your sad, pathetic lifea
nd how you wont survive
because you do not have a wife or are not a wife

Forgive me for not writing for so long,
been busy with life, and making up a song
.I'll be back later so i hope you'll be okay
just make dua'ah to Allah and sayTakbir,
Allahu Akhbar,
La ilaha illal Allah
Muhammadur RasululAllah.

sometimes when im in a rush,and busy
have to put my baby to sleep, makes me dizzy.
I feel that after reading all the threads,
that its making me crazy and feeling dead.

Sometimes I feel that I do not have the time,
To jam and jive and write a rhyme.
All these words just come up in my head,
Mostly when Im sleeping in my bed.
Though sometimes when I think about what to write,
All these words come inside me, and I feel the light.I
feel an inner peace as the words come on out,I
t feels good to write it all down, and give it a shout.
If you keep it all bottled up inside,It's like ppl dont care,
and just want you to hide.They think that they're the only one with problems
and no one understands,
Yet you are still willing to listen to it and take their hand.
YOu say lean on my shoulder and have a good cry,
Let it all out, and you better not say goodbye.
Greet each other with a peace greeting from one to another,
because afterall we are all sisters and brothers.

IT is nice to write this all down,to rock and jam
in the blog town.I'll post some more later when there's more to do
but right now i have to go change a diaper too.

Why does it take for someone to say,
I do not have long to live, so I cannot stay.
I ask you guys to make a prayer for me,
To make my death easier, and for me to be free.
Why does someone wake up one day,
and say sister your words touched me so much, and for that I pray.
To thank you for bringing me back to the right way,
For not allowing me to forget Allah and go astray.

Why is it so we are told,
To be true to Allah, remember Him for our heart is gold.
Reading qur'an and praying 5 times a day,
Asking for forgiveness and wondering what else to say.
Why must we have tests in our life,in order to stay on the right path,
Not face Allah's wrath.
Why is there good and bad on this world,
This life is full of treasures and pearls.

It is so sad to read about a sister's dyin request,
to Ask all muslims that are brothers and sisters to be the best.
To be kind to each other,
Afterall they are your brothers.
To be patient with one another and forgive,
To pray each day, worshippin Allah and live.

Why must a sister die so young,
why is the words she said with her tongue.
So real, true and strong,and ppl pushing her away,
telling her she is wrong.
it is sad that ppl just dont understand,
as she says take my hand.

feel what im feeling right now,
understand, reflect, remember death is near,
i leave you right now, do not fear.
Fear only Allah and do what's right,
do not bicker with each other, and do not fight.
Do not find faults in others, and overlook your own,
Do not criticize, gossip, backbite, slander and moan.
do not fight with the non muslims and say,I'm on the right path,
and you're the one that's astray.
Who knows, you do not know what's Allah's Plan
You could be where they are, and they could be the man.
They could be where you are, reaching to higher deen,
Why do you have to be so cruel and mean?
Why do you have to make it seem like you're perfect and everyone else around you is not,
why do you have to make it seem as if you're right,
and all others are wrong.
why do you have to try to boost your ego, and string everyone along?
why? oh why?do you feel you're the best,
better then everyone else, even though this life is a test.
Why do you think you know better than all,
why do you think that you will never fall.
Why dont you understand that when people feel alone and lost,
Why are you willing to push them away, to belittle them at any cost?
why do you feel your life is best,
you're the saved one, than all the rest.

you think you're ticket to jannah is guranteed,
and if ppl listen to you, follow you, you will surely lead.
it is sad...that ppl just dont get it,
islam comes in steps, pieces, bit by bit.
ppl are not at the same level and you should not condemn,
and say we're better, and are saved then them.
i cry because ppl just do not know,
they feel their lives are important and others who cares,
i dont care no.when you say that girl is in trouble,
you know what they say?oh well, that's not my problem,
not important today.please dont tell me, or ask me to pray.
I have enough problems to relate and you cant have it your way.
everyone has problems and soon they'll forget,but i betthey'll ask you to make dua'ah for them before it's too late,
they'll ask you guys not to fight amongst yourselves over little issues and debate
.they'll ask you to NOT nitpick at every little thing,
and if they listen to nasheeds, dance a bit or sing.
That you give them the benefit of the doubt,Give them their excuses, and do without.
Love them, care for them, as the Prophet SAW taught us to do,
Reading the qur'an, praying, and dhikr,
and most importantly caring about you.
this poems goes out to all my sisters and brothers in islam,
to all the ppl...
the orphans, children, everyone, young and old..muslims and non muslims i pray
that you continue to be guided by Allah on the right way,
and that shaitan's evil path does not lead you astray.
I ask that Allah protect you and forgive you,
I ask that Allah contineu to give you patience and knowledge,increasing your deen,
and soul and heart,and never allow islam or muslims to be divded apart
.insha'allah we as muslims and as ppl can work together,
to make islam a peaceful religion forever,
instead of resorting to violence and war
so we can spread peace and happiness, and there will be no more.
of this world..only jannah and helland i surely want the paradise
not the hellfire cell.
insha'allah we'll get there if we do what we're told to do,
and more importantly we help each other, and we help you.jazaks..
.for letting me have my say,
reading my long poem as i write this today
word for word is all mine and true,
forgive me for mistakes, and if i offend you.
i apologize in advance and do not be mad
forgive me for im a muslim, be happy and glad.
help me and help each other and continue to pray
that everyone makes it to jannah as muslims, in jannah we are to stay..INSHA'ALLAH!

Come on everyone join on in,
Let's have a competition between the bros and sis and see who will win.
We can jam, jive, in style of this place,
Stick together as just one race.
We can sing nasheeds and just basically say,Make dhikr to Allah, and to Him we pray.
Read Qur'an and follow His Way,
To Him we come from, to return, and obey.
It seems I have written more on here look
Save all my poems together and put it in a book
publish my poems and do what's right,
talk about beauty of islam, my deen, cuz that's tight.
I must be going but I'll be back,
cuz it's gettin late and i better hit the sack.
Midnight comes in, and I must be asleep,
Waking up early for my kid's sake as i fall in deep.
i go to the park and see the trouble there,
kids vandalizing the park, spray paint cans everywhere.
broken glass on the floor,dirty napkins near the door.
Someone's trash, they do not care,
They even left their underclothings, wear.out on the streets,
in the park,probably did it after isha when it got dark.
the kid's parents complain all they like,the older kids say relax, chill out, and take a hike.
we need a park that is safe for our kids to play,a slide, a swing, all of those things,
we pray.We all need to work together and clean up this mess,
Talk to the neighbors and people we should address.
Say we wont take this anymore,
Even if we have to go to every single door.
We want our parks to be safe for our kids to play,
It is a sad unfortunate thing to see
when a kid says.mommy what does this mean, the writing on the slide,
and you look on in shock, horror, and pretend to block it and hide.
they keep asking you and you keep ignoring them hoping they'll move on,
but they know it's a bad word, and they wish it to be gone.
some ppl just do not understand nor care,to how it felt like when they were young, and there.
and how would they feel if the same happened to them,but it probably did, which is why they're to say,
it doesnt matter, who cares anyways!
I care, and I'm sure you do too,You need to admit it,
and work together it through.
pick up the garbage and put it in the right place,
cuz its the park for everyone, for all the race

This is the freestyle battle,
Join in guys, and do not make a rattle.
Anyone can rhyme it's easy to do,
Just give it a try, I'm sure you can too.
Nobody feels like they want to rhyme,
Probably because they do not have the time.
They have school and work too,
Lots of homework just waiting for you.
They sit for hours which turns to days,
They make their wudu and prays.
They make dhikr and dua'ah to the ONE,
Asking if it is possible to worship and have fun.
They ask what's important the dunya of our life is a test,
They say is it better to be a muslim than the rest?
With all these rules getting into their way,
Peer pressure with friends leading them astray.
They are turning left and right not sure where to go,
They are told just chill out and go with the flow.
They cry out in pain not sure what to do,say
Ya Allah, help me make it through.
Parents pressure them to do better than their best,
They say A+ isn't perfect, and you say its only a test.
They make it a big deal and say we want what's best for you,
doesnt matter now if you're hurting, just finish it perfectly, you can do it, i know you can too.
The kids are unsure of what life is to come,
When islam is their deen, and they know where they're from.
But their families mix culture with religion and same it's all one in same,
They do not care if it confuses their kids,
they are not the ones to blame.
Parents say to their kids, you cannot go there,It's a co-ed place,
and you must cover your hair.
You wonder why they didn't teach you from the start,
So you could feel Islam within from your heart.
You rather feel it with your mind,
Follow it with reasonings instead of being blind.
But the families say just do as you're told,we know better than you,
and do not be so cold.It is confusing for the kids today,
To grow up thinking they have no say.
In what to think and how to feel,and i guess it's up to us,
to learn, know, adn teach and then heal.Insha'Allah we can learn it and say,
O Allah I thank you and pray.
For protecting me and guiding me so true,
I know I could not have done it without you.
Knowing that each day that I pray,
Asking you to help me in each and every way.
Is where I want my deen (iman) to go,
And insha'Allah each day my knowledge will grow.
Insha'Allah one day i'll show,and help everyone to be true,and most of all i'll remember You.always..

lullabye
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Hush Little Iby (Isa) don't you cry,I
by (Isa) is my cutie pie.
Hush little baby, don't say a word,
mommy's going to buy you a silly singing bird,
if that silly singing bird don't fly
mommy's going to buy you an apple pie
and if that apple pie goes stale
mommy's will get you your own email
and if that email gets closed down,
mommy will let you mow the lawn,
and if that lawn just gets to short,
'mommy will get you a basketball court
and if that court just takes too long,
mommy wont have to sing this silly song.

hush little baby don't you cry
Iby (Isa) is my sweetie pie.
Hush little Iby (isa) go to sleep
do not make a single peep
Close your eyes and rest your head,
Sleep in my arms as I lie you in the bed.

Ask Allah to protect you from harm,
Make dua'ah, and do not be alarm.
Remember Allah in all good and bad times,
Mommy is running out of things to say in this rhymes.

Mommy is not sure what to else to say,
But I guess we'll have to sing it again and make dua'ah and pray.
I'll recite you some surahs like Fatiha,Nas,
Falaq, Ikhlas, and la ilaha ililAllah.SubhanAllah, Glory be to Allah,Alhamdulillah Praise be to Allah,Allahu Akhbar, God is the Greatest.
All these dhikrs are for you,Asking Allah to help you, and guide you too.
Protect you from shaitan and his way
Cuz listening to him will only lead you astray.

Hush little iby (isa) don't you cry,
you guys are my cutie pies.
Mommy is tired now as this song was long,
Next time you'll learn it and you can sing along
Now understand it's time to sleep
do not make a single peep
Close your eyes and rest your head,
Sleep in my arms, and sleep in bed.
I tuck you in, all nice and snug,
I'll make sure there are no bed bugs.
Hush little ones, till morning comes,
another day where you'll drive me crazy as usual it hums.
hmmmmmm hmmmmmm hmmmmmmmm.
zzzz'szzzzzz'ssleep guys..
.enough.if you do not like that's just tough!

I went to the beach today,
I hope,There was no fitnah out there I pray
All my relatives pointed to the lake that way,
jumped in the water and said HEY
My kids had so much fun,It was warm, and hot in the sun.
A nice water splash to cool you on down,
While my nieces were making a funny face clown.T
hey did not want to get out of the water just now,
I told my kids do not have a cow.
They started to laugh and make fun of me,
I said what's your problem, leave me be.
They started pointing at my funny track pants,
I said LEAVE MY PANTS ALONE in my rants.
They giggled and said where is the writing?
I said I took it off cuz of your fighting.
We sat down to eat our food,
It was cold but did not matter, it was good.
The seagulls came to beg please,
The kids threw a bread piece.
The bees were nearby flying,
I said leave my sons alone, cuz they were crying.
That did not matter because everyone looked at me,
Said relax, chill out, enjoy yourself and be free.
I said to them, you do not know the day I had,
A bad day, which turned to worst and made me mad.
They asked me what happened and I said with a sigh,
You would not understand, nor do you care, so why ask why?
They said we're here for you, don't take it the wrong way,
I said you're just saying that, and asking me to stay.
They said no truly we want to know what's wrong,
I said why, so you can tell others, laugh at me, and sing your song.
They said what's wrong with you, what's with you today?
I said the following and they said they would pray.

1) hand got caught in car door,
mom did not see, shut it, and there was more.

2) burned finger while taking out food,
it was a small area, not much dude.

3) head banged against the wall,
it didn't matter cuz no one cared at all

4)finger got a papercut,but mother said it's no big deal
and i said how can you say that? what?

5) hot coffee fell onto my lap and hand,
My father said be quiet, and my mom said dont you understand?

6) kids were out of control, running around,
So many ppl, and looking for their things to be found.

7) It took an hour to get there and an hour back,
Though with all the stopovers, it took 2 hours or so to pack.

So that was my day, I am sure there is more,
But right now I think I am done, and I'm heading out the door.
Kids are asleep, finally tucked in their bed,Read them some stories,
and I feel tired and dead.Unpacked all the things, and put them in the right place,
My body is sore, aching, and so is my face.
But it does not matter, cuz no one really cares,They just worry about them ownselves,
truly unfair.But it's ok...cuz that's apart of life,
That's why I got married and being a duty of a wife.
I must go now, as it is late.
And this is my fate.

Same poem as above,
Dont know why it was repeated,
I guess it was out of love.
My parents came back from my brother's
Asked me if I cleaned up everything and others?
I said everything is fine, kids are asleep,
I read them some stories and they did not make a peep.
They said ok, now it's time for you to go to bed,
Look at your eyes, your health, you'll get sick and be dead.
I said im fine...do not worry about me,
im having my comp time so let me be.
so they said ok...and im sure they'll be back,
if the comp reboots, or does not work, it's them, they'll hack.
ok...that's it for now, peace and goodbye,
no more poems from me tonight, just a huge *SIGH*
no poems are coming up in my head,
I think I need to recharge, refresh, and think on it when I go to bed.
Though I know in the middle of the night,
the words will come up in my head, and I got to write.
Them all down quick before I forget,
The words are jumbled together I bet.
I wish I had a portable notebook computer to type down instead,
I type faster than write with no ink or lead.
I use to write so many poems when I was young,
Then no words came, and now they wont stop, all filling my lung.
I hope the sisters can jam with me,and say ummibrahim_isa, you rock and see
This place is fun with all that we can be.
on my blog board to post,on daily life,
and no boast.I need to go now as my game is on,
I need to mow the lawn.

Ok I think this is my time to go,
My poems are starting to sound slow
I do not think I can go with the flow
i must stop now, and you guys will say no
continue on my sis, you're jamming on high,
i say yes im afraid, to die.
too many ppl dying each day,too many children crying to stay
too many ppl that just dont understand
muslims are ppl, quran an sunnah go hand in hand.
Too many ppl take on what so called muslims by name do,
They say I do this for religion, my family, and you.
These so called muslims have brought on the shame,
They do not want to admit that they are the ones with the problem,
they're the ones to blame.
It is sad because we are at a target
and ppl tend to forget
they do not want to remember any bad
,just happy memories, of mom and dad.
I will stop now but I just have to say
everyone make dua'ah to Allah, dhikr, and pray.
Thank Allah for creating the universe,
making us muslims and the treasure,
Of Qur'an and Sunnah, Islam is the deen, the cure

Hijab is the beauty makes us so modest,
This is a struggle from Allah, surely a HUGE test.
Hopefully we can make to the end,and i hope on the Day of Judgment,
and make ammends,and then Jannah
we'll see each other as friends.
never fear,because as long as UmmIbrahim_Isa is here.I'll be here to post in this thread,
So many ppl will read it and it wont go dead.
Let's see what I can write about,Perhaps about muslims, islam, my kids, give it a shout.
There are people out there in the West,
Who think they are better than the rest.
Some of these muslims try to find faults and say I am the best.
Others will say to them, they are a pest.
Islam is our deen,
Our way of life, so much have seen.
Islam is our way of life,
The brothers should get married and get a wife.
The sisters should also find their soulmate,
Stop picking at every little thing we say, and debate.
Do not look at our faults, focus on your own,
Save your money, borrow and loan.
Looking into the mirror and what do you see?
Beautiful sister in hijab, as pretty as can be.
Covered from head to toe, so pious and free.
This poem can be added on, and on, by you and me.
Sisters need the respect that they can get,
Brothers will expect it too I am willing to bet.
We sisters are role models to the young children today,
That look up to us, and ask us to teach them to pray.
They say to us, Will you come out and play?
Can you come over to our house for dinner and stay?
The young children learn good things and bad,T
hey are so happy one day, and sometimes mad.
Mad that people do not understand them at all,
ONly looking at them as if they were little babies, so small.
The young kids say do not tell me what to do,
Mess with me, and you'll be through.
See this fist and this is my space,
Hurt me, and I'll punch your face.
Do not make fun of my race,
I'll hit you with my big black shoe.
Kids these days, do whatever they can,
and they say You go down, cuz im the man.
Now I am running out of words to say,
I must go pray my Isha, make dhikr for today.
Sing a song of praise, a nasheed or two,
Make up more poems about everyone, making sure that you guys dont sue.

We can do the rhyme
Even though I am almost out of time.
Have you spread the news?
Of Islam, hasn't anyone seen the clues?
Left in the creations as signs,
Allah created you and I, lines by lines.
Allah tests us every day
Through good and bad, each way.
Each struggle is recorded by the angels that sit on us left and right,
Good and bad deeds that they will write.
Hopefully we will be on the good side,
When it is our time, there will be nowhere to hide.

Just the other day,my sister in law's father died
Oh how much she wanted to visit her family and how much she cried.
Never got to say goodbye,So much tears in her eyes.
She talked to her a few days before,
When he said I'm ok, look after your kids and family, visiting me will be a bore.
It is so sad, he was fine one day but then the next gone,
she was given a call that he died just before dawn.
How will she go on?
How will she be strong?
for her family's sake, where did she go wrong?

Another sister came to me and said,
Sister I have this brain tumor, 6 months to live and I'll be dead.
I told her Do not fear,Allah will cure you I said with a tear
She said she was done with fights
She rather prepare for her end of her flight.
I told her to make dhikr to help her through,
She said ok, I'll miss you.
I told her to hang in there and it'll be okay
Then i cried and said let's pray
She asked me to make a dua'ah for her family to make it through,
Then she announced her family decided to take their shahadah.
This was truly the best news right now

And my rhyming is done,
so stop your whining and not have a cow.
So what if I cannot rhyme right,
These are my feelings, what I feel, so do not bite.
I have been rhyming since I was a child,
When I use to run around and be wild.
My teacher told me to write it all down,
Do not keep it bottled up inside and frown.
So since then I have been jamming and rhyme,
so hopefully insha'Allah you'll me join you next time.
ok the next one might sound a bit bad
so forgive me, it's late and im feeling kind of sad.

As I sit here and drink a bottle of coke,
I laugh at the funny jokes online and start to choke.
I gasp for air,and whisper I care
I would like to see my kids grow
If they are ever faced with a big problem of peer pressure
I hope they remember to say NO!
I hope I can teach my kids right from wrong,
I hope I can continue to teach my kids through this song.
I hope I can be silly, special and unique,
Instead of a serious, clean aholic geek.
I hope my kids can turn to me whenever they are feel sad,
I hope they can lean on my shoulders and do not feel too bad.
I hope they can say mommy you're lots of fun,
Even though you wear your hijab out in the blazing sun.

Assalamu alaikum wr wb.
Bismillaahir Rahmaanir Raheem.
Allah knows Best,
This life we live is just a test.
Living in the world, the society, east, and west.

Being a muslim wasn't easy nor is it hard,
growing up in this environment, avoiding the bidah cards.
Trying to do what's right, avoiding the wrong,
Whose going to continue this poem and jam along?

Certainly not me is what they say,
They look at me as if im weird, strange and walk away.
They say sister this is useless and a waste of time
Sure you can do this easy poem of a rhyme.
But there's more to life than jammin' a tune,
Go outside and have fun before the night moon
Find a book and read it page after page
Avoid the battle fights and rage
Go prepare one of your dessert dish
Yes I know I remember you're allergic to fish
That triffle you made was a tasty treat
This poem you're writing is so neat.
I'm gonna end my poem and go get a life
Despite that i have kids and im a wife.
I'll be back later on, and hope you can have fun
with this forum of poems, stories, that are number 1

Those poems were real tight,
It is better to get along than to fight.
It is sad to see people fighting over little things,
It is better to see people discussing what islam brings
How they came to where they are,
How Islam has kept them on the right path by far
O Allah help us to be true
O Allah help us to be committed to You
O Allah forgive us & guide us to the straight way
O Allah please protect us & not let us go astray
O Allah I believe in YouI trust, have faith too.
We should keep the remembrance of Allah in our heart,
We should never let go of our deen and break it apart.
We should not let people tell us what to do
We should get rid of our egos and our attitudes.
We should do what the Qur'an and Sunnah says,
We should make dhikr, dua'ah and pray

I feel so used,
like a rag doll and abused
no one really cares,
just had me, left me, no one is there.
here i am talking to myself alone,
picking up, dialing my friends on the phone
I thought that he was there, listening to the words I had to say,
Yet he made some excuses and ran away.
I made a dua'ah and prayed my salah
To make remembrance of Allah

I feel like tired and drained,
My eyes look like drowsy, am i truly insane?
why do i feel this way? what can i do?
can someone tell me its ok sis, hang in there i'll be with you.
Taking my hand, telling me they understand
all that im going through and saying it's all apart of life
it's all comes in the package of being a good muslim wife

so is this how it's like to be used this certain way,
get what you want, doesnt matter what you do or say
i just want someone to listen to my problems and let me rant and rave,
let me be who i want to be, let me be brave
after all it's all done they can say its up to you,
do what you want to do, and i'll be here for you too.

that's all i want but it doesn't look like that in the end
looks like i lost my best friend
it's all about what he wants and what he gets and that's that
who gives a rat's behind about me and what?
oh well..
here i go..
going to sleep...maybe Allah willl help me to be patient and true
let Allah swt take care of him on the day of Judgment 2...

perhaps then he will truly see
there's more beyond me, then the beauty on the outside,
the inside of me wanting to get out and be free..