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.