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Abu Khattab Al-Sha'er
02-12-09, 10:04 PM
Asalamu 'Alaykuum,

This is my latest poem, it is linked to one of my previous ones (Bird of Passage). Inshallah you guys enjoy it!

Once
By MuslimBrother92

There was a time where birds were free,
Where they would fly across the sea.
Shackles unheard of as they swept the world,
From land to land they would drop a pearl.

Nurturing their young as they taught them truth,
Teaching them manners from their very youth.
Obeying their Master was a daily routine,
Keeping our society strong and clean.

Young ones gathered to hear the stories,
Of brave ones who fought around the Holy cities.
Immersed in the Great book of the All-Mighty,
Increased them in courage and increased them in piety.

It was a time of peace and honour,
The Rijal were firm, their hearts were softer.
Softer then the clouds that they would fly through,
As they learnt their deen, their Iman and patience grew.

Villages buzzing with the call to prayer,
Merchants trading, always being fair.
The scent of Musk roamed through the streets,
As the Sheikh in the masjid continued to preach.

Such a time only one can think of,
It was truly a time where birds didn’t sob.
Things did change as time went by,
Leaving these birds to fall and cry...

Greed and ignorance overtook their nests,
Allowing the worst people to be their guests.
These people came and menaced their land,
Causing the beautiful brotherhood to break and disband.

Sisters were violated and kept as prisoners,
Brothers were killed and their bodies dismembered.
Children remained in the nests of their family,
As their offspring came they fell into blasphemy.

Generations came without knowing their deen,
Stocking up on desire is what has come to be.
Birds of the sky were caged in fire,
Not allowing the warriors to fight and aspire.

The ones who remained were scared of the oppressors,
Caging those who stood up and beating up the brothers.
The people of evil played them like puppets,
As they bribed the people with desire and gadgets.

The once honourable people sold their beliefs,
For something so small which added to the grief.
These once beautiful birds strayed from the light,
Leaving them plainly in the Shaytan’s sight.

Bird after bird fell into the traps,
As the Shaytan held them and tightened their straps.
The evil straps crushed the hearts of the birds,
Leaving their cry’s to be lost and unheard.

Someday the birds will realise their faults,
And will cause this dilemma to crumble and halt.
To those who are strong and continue to resist,
For them is Paradise, a world full of bliss.

As for now the birds remain silent and dormant,
Stuck in the world, stuck in this moment.
These troubled birds don’t realise the past,
Where once our society, was pure and vast.

islam_mydeen
02-12-09, 10:15 PM
Masha'Allah so beautifulness. so true but so sad. just look at the state of the Ummah these days. it's so sad.

Someday the birds will realise their faults,
And will cause this dilemma to crumble and halt.
To those who are strong and continue to resist,
For them is Paradise, a world full of bliss.

love this.

keep up the good work akhi, and hope to read more soon Insha'Allah.

(btw, what happened to your story?)

wasalam

Abu Khattab Al-Sha'er
02-12-09, 10:20 PM
Jazak Allahu Kheir. For those wondering about my story/book "Ghurabah", I haven't worked on it for quite a while. I've started a new one called "Yellow" which is about a young Muslim boy called Muhammad who is diagnosed with cancer. Its a sad story.

Wasalam 'Alaykuum.

Abu Muhammad
02-12-09, 10:22 PM
I dont like sad stories.... :(

islam_mydeen
02-12-09, 10:25 PM
i like sad stories. i've got a soft side, and i need to let it out and reading sad stories is the only way.

Abu Khattab Al-Sha'er
02-12-09, 10:26 PM
I dont like sad stories.... :(

Don't worry bro, inshallah it aims to give an insight into the world of a young, sick Muslim and the struggles they go through with their family. It should be a good one inshallah!

Abu Khattab Al-Sha'er
02-12-09, 10:28 PM
This is the beginning of the story, he is not yet diagnosed with cancer but he will soon. This part is made to build emotion and to give an insight into the world of the boy before he is sick:

Chapter 1:
What an awesome site, the rainbow flashing its colours across the sky, the water droplets falling off the edge of leaves and the subtle sound of lorikeets whistling. It’s just after 4:00pm and its Saturday, it’s a weird day but always kind’a fun. Mum always tells me to go out and play, but I don’t like playing when it’s sunny, I like playing in the rain where I can jump in puddles, taste the rain as it falls and wet my new washed clothes. Mum bought me a pair of gumboots for when I want to play, they’re yellow with a picture of a spanner on its side, so I can jump in the puddles all day. They make me feel happy because yellow is a happy colour, and I use spanners to try to fix my training wheels on my bike...
I’m so bored at the moment, it’s raining but mum won’t let me go out, she says that I have to have a bath soon, but I wanna stay here and watch the rain trickle down my window. One day I asked my mum, “Who makes the rain?” and she told me “You’re a sweet boy Muhammad, it is Allah that makes the rain...”

islam_mydeen
02-12-09, 10:31 PM
nice. i like playing in the rain and splashing in puddles. once i sent the whole school back inside in primary because i splashed every teacher that walked by. was fun.

NavPak.
02-12-09, 10:36 PM
mashallah brother, nice poem once again.
keep up the great writing skills...

Abu Khattab Al-Sha'er
02-12-09, 10:40 PM
Jazak Allahu Kheir everybody, I appreciate it.

-Mujahidah-
06-12-09, 05:58 PM
Mashallah bro...
i honestly dont get how you write like that..
its so pro...
looking forward to your story..well read a lil bit of it...
Keep up the FAB work...
Wasalam...
Mumtahinah