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My life is filled with hatred and sorrow

Not knowing how I will live and act tomorrow

Or even if I will live till tomorrow to pray

I still think this way every single day

Sometimes I think, “Ya Allah just kill me now.”

So I don’t have to see what the Prophet himself would cry about

Fitnah’s done here, Fitnah’s done there

Subhanallah, where has our religion gone

Everywhere I look I see one of my ukhti’s and akhi’s in haraam

Whether it’s not wearing a hijaab or listening to a song

Have they no respect for what their Lord has said?

Ay, maybe they’ll care when they’re dead

One particular issue I must address

It’s eating me inside I must confess

My sisters not wearing a proper hijaab

Ya Allah, protect them from Hell-Fire

How will you refuse thy Lord?

When he has clearly stated in the Qur’an:

(Ayah 59 in surah Ahzaab and meaning)

After that how can you refuse your Lord?

Now I think it’s time to move over to the brother’s side…: p

And keep in mind that I’m not here to embarrass anyone

I’m merely here to give advice

Now brothers, what do you want in a woman?

You want a nice petit woman

You want a smart and thoughtful woman

You want a loving and caring woman

Isn’t that right?

But where in this description is a religious woman?

The one that loves Allah more than you

One who practices that Qur’an and Sunnah’s

And respects you and me too?

Every day I pray…

Ya Allah give strength to those who are weak

Lead the lost ones back to the right street

Let them obey you so they can enter that gates of Jannah

Insha’Allah, my friend Fardousa will enter Jannatul Fardus

Another thing that really bothers me is

These stupid boys that thing they are tough

That are in gangs, using drugs, Allahu Iclam what else

“Violence is not the answer” they say

But sometimes it’s necessary… BUT NOT IN THIS CASE!!!

Let’s pretend for a sec I’m a gang member

Killing people like it ain’t nothing

BOOM!

Hey you guys!!! Did you guys know that guy is dead?!?

That was someone’s father, someone’s baby, someone’s friend, someone’s boss!!!

But now he’s lost

Somewhere with the Angel of Death

And Insha’Allah we will not die like all the rest

This is what our own Ummah does!!!

And they have no regrets I bet…

That they just killed another human

One of Allah creations and had no right to do

I’m sorry if this poem is getting a little boring

I’m just trying to speak my message clearly

And speak freely

And do this willingly

To help you change your life for the better

And I end with this statement

Not black power

But Muslim Power…