IWA 4th Annual Poetry Competition

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2008-05-26T21:17:00.000-07:00

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2008-05-21T12:00:00.000-07:00

Transparency

The similitude of His light is as a niche wherein is a lamp. The lamp is in a glass. The glass is as it were a shining star.
The Holy Qur'an, XXIV: 35 (Pickthall trans.)

God is written in your heart
like a message in a bottle.
God lives within your soul
like the flame in a lamp.
What good is a lamp with a blackened chimney?
What good is a message
in a sealed bottle? Pull out the cork,
give that message some air!
Maybe it will burst into flame and you will become a Tiffany stained-glass lamp
Maybe it will grow into a bunch of roses and make you into a vase
Maybe it will turn into wind that blows across the mouth of your soul and makes you sing
praise God, praise God
I am an empty vessel, praise God.

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2008-05-21T11:59:00.001-07:00

Iron

Raw from the mountains, refusing to bend
Brilliant red on the horizon
Your strength is deceiving
A moment in the air you burn and rust
Like blood
A reminder that all was created to die
Yet, you wax proud as if there is no end

Or do you desire a blazing fire to cleanse you
Removing what never belonged
Red hot and molten
Flowing without resistance
Completely at the mercy of the Artist’s hand
Like a stream traveling through the mountains
Humble, knowing its course
Your destiny will soon be clear

Why scatter aimlessly in the earth, returning to the dirt from which you rose
Why suffer in the fire of regret, longing for one more moment to die
Why cease to exist when the secret of life dwells within you

Like a stone hitting iron releasing sparks
Your heart waits to be ignited
But a spark left unattended will blacken to ash
And a heart without belief will surely rust

Do you even notice the streaks of white
Beauty and arrogance side by side
Does not silver most perfectly reflect the light
Displaying an image not its own
The white moon reveals the majesty of the sun
To the few seekers in the dark
But most praise only the color red

Shiny silver beneath the rust
Awaken the mystery in your heart
Prostrate like streams returning home
And fear not the stones in the river bed
They are stones releasing sparks

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2008-05-21T11:57:00.000-07:00

a haiku

nourishing sounds
of the Holy Koran’s verse
dry leaves fade away

strain against evil
recite prayer most steadfast
captured in snow storm

give your soul to Rabb
amid blossoming gardens
blissful revival

cheerful green burst out
shouting all names of Allah
submission’s the key

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2008-05-21T11:56:00.000-07:00

Iman Ghazal*

What good is Iman if you don’t see?
How it changes your life for all to see.

A wonderful turn of events begins
You ponder positively to see.

Negativity used to get you down
It becomes released with no frown to see

You look inward then outward and forward
Seek and find the peace you would like to see

It’s a feeling within that comes without
From a sacred place we would like to see

How does one discover and keep Iman?
When there is no guarantee sign to see

Seek, ask and strive for this sacred gift
From the Great Bestower we hope to see

It’s a gift given to the chosen ones
Those that HE deems favorable to see.

Iman prays she is among the chosen
Who will find a home in that place to see.

*The ghazal is a very old poetic form; older than the sonnet. It dates back to the seventh-century Arabia, perhaps earlier, in contrast to the sonnet, which goes back to 13th-century Italy. The ghazal is a series of couplets, five or more. Each couplet is an independent poem, although a thematic continuity may develop. There is a formal unity derived from a strict rhyme and repetition pattern. In the last couplet it is customary for the poet to mention him or herself by name, by pseudonym, or as “I.” In all other couplets this is strictly illegal. The Arab ghazal is more concerned with meter and the long line. By contrast using couplets and stanzas with a break between them is how the Persians adapted the ghazal.

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2008-05-21T11:54:00.000-07:00

FAITH COMPARISON

Hardly a day goes by
That I don't think in wonder
Of all the time and energy wasted
In proliferation of one of life's biggest blunders.

"Just believe", they say
"Without it you're lost"
--Continuing their false claim
Of the divinity of the trinity-a distortion from ages past.

With no logic whatsoever
They have managed to misguide masses for ages
Yet a new tide is arising
An awakening to the falsity of the writing on their pages.

Laymen, priests, scholars and hard laborers
Are all coming to realize the truth
That the "Gospel Truth" of the gospels
Is not so real after all-and backed up with sound proof.

They find now to amazing relief
The simple logic of the pure truth of Islam
Brought in it's complete entirely over 1400 years ago
To strengthen and guide the community of man.

With the Quran as the pure word of God
And the Sunnah of the Prophet to boot
We will no longer be lost if we strive in sincerity
To reach heaven through pleasing the Creator-all in suit.

What lies on the pages of the Quran
Is not only truth of history in reality
But a challenge to all who seek truth and guidance
To think without prejudice-such perfect clarity!

Verse after verse you will find the appealing reminder
That the message is no trivial matter
Nor is it cluttered, foggy or confusing
Self-explanatory, clear, something for those who thing-quite delights the platter.

My message to you, fellow humans of the world
Who are still clinging to beliefs of old
Is a challenge to your intellect
Will you—can you—be bold?

Think clearly about what your religion says about the faith
Does it command you to merely follow
In blindness to it's origin and accuracy
Perhaps even leading you down a big hollow?

Or does it grant you the freedom and distinction
Of reasoning clearly with your mind?
Does it offer you the challenge to reason logically
With solid proofs-and not require you to follow blind?

If not, then I extend to you genuine invitation
To find out for yourself the satisfying truth
And to experience a definite realization
Of the tranquility based on solid proof.

That "There is no God but Allah, and Mohammed is His Messenger"
Upon that you can surely rely
It is the pure revelation directly from Him up above
Of that no one can ever logically deny.

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2008-05-21T11:52:00.001-07:00

The Rain and Me

I sit and I wonder through thunder
While
Rain drops
Fall
One
By
One
Hitting the earth,
Mathematically
Accounted for -
Significant
To me
For your see -
Each drop
Was placed by Allah’s
Decree
How beautiful it would be
To me
To have -
My each and every move -
Ment
Flow rhythmically
Starting with
Bismillah
To Allahoo Akbar over
Through Subhanallah up
By Mashallah down
To Alhamdulee’lah
Submitting and
Manifesting and just
Oozing out
Through
My pores
Nothing more
Nothing less
But this blessed
Deen
I mean
Just
So fresh
And oh so
Clean – truly living
Islamically
I know when some people look
To me
They have
Their negative ones, twos, and threes
I’d be lying
If I said it didn’t
Faze me
Or that I wouldn’t be
Happy
If they rather had
Praise for me - (astaghfirullah)
Ya Rabee
Remove this vainness
From me
I don’t want to meet You
Covered in shame –
With my deeds empty –
Less than plenty
For having done them for
Other than your
Greatness
So with this wudu
I purify my intentions
And call upon You
By the Best of names
Pray janaza over my own
Naf’s games
Ending with a supplication
To remain
Steadfast
And
For Allah
To keep me reminded
Of Him as
My First
And
My Last.
That’s the contrast
Between the rain
And me
For you see
Now through thunder
I have found clarity

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2008-05-21T11:48:00.001-07:00

A Living Faith

i breathed into a jar
perhaps i could see my soul
and know which shape
this faith would take
so i could clutch it
and never ever lose it

‘It’s there’

inside my heart i searched
feeling around with my hands
careful not to block the arteries
and exclamations in between
then in my brain i did the same
feeling my way through the folds
and question marks within

‘It’s there’

perhaps i should search for belief
if found, then faith should be near
somewhere in my reason and feelings
i could find their tracks
and understand
so my mouth won’t utter a noise
of contradictions, of confusions

perhaps i should look behind me
what my tracks have left behind
faith might be in my treaded path
taking the form of actions
beyond uttered words and sentiments

‘Aah, it’s there’

listen with me
my human nature speaking
voiced like a breeze
a universal language
time is now fluid, dimensions now a mirage
what i barely noticed
is stepping into my vision
tapping into my innate fuel
a supply of faith
driving my path

With those pendulum thoughts
The night rocked me to sleep

And with those same thoughts
Dawn lifted my eyelids

See it with me
Splendors of early morning
Changing hues, varying tunes
Energy rising beneath the darkness
Welcoming the break of dawn
Crawling, walking, flying creatures
Celebrating the new day
There was passion

I bow down in praise

There it was
All around me, beyond my ‘I’
Energy so vast, in many forms
A faith beheld
The fuel of life

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2008-05-19T04:37:00.000-07:00

Anatomy lesson

Like animals ritualistically gathered
helplessly mourning their dead
museum-goers congregate to interrogate
flayed human cadavers

peeping toms and doubting Thomases
peek behind a curtain at secrets
usually reserved for physicians
or God

a tense dance of tendons and muscle
immaculate architecture of musculature and bone
skins peeled to expose gruesome-majestic fruit
creation's inscrutable seed

transfixed, with car-wreck absorption
between life studies and momento mori
reverent, incredulous, implicated -we stand
mysteriously united.

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2008-05-19T04:36:00.000-07:00

no IMAN (Acrostic)

Icebergs collide
Man is thrown asunder
Arrogantly into the fire
Never to Return

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2008-05-19T04:26:00.000-07:00

Imaan: Takmeel al-Insaan

Mankind in turmoil,
From ages immemorial.
For what, then, this memory undying?
What, indeed, is its lesson unyielding?

The battle for the Soul of Man -
Has it not raged off and on?
How often, indeed, has history seen it wax and wane!
Between the forces two: of Divine Spirit and the Demon's Mane!

What then the battle-cry of the One in his Mane of Vanity?"
For that Thou hast cursed me this day, this hour of calamity,
'tis for me to misguide Adam unto his last struggling seed;
Away from Thee; away from Thine; away from the Path that's his need!"

What, then, the Promise Divine, the countering cry?
God's Word that none of Adam shall the Demon, with success, try
Except for the ones of Adam whom no remorse sets aright,
For their sins - against their souls - of every day, every night!

This, then, is the hope, this is still the way
With which the believer may yet hold sway:
The Shield of Faith held above his head;
From right, from left, and on the Path he has to tread.

What of this Faith - this Imaan, you say: how is to be really had?
In this age far ahead of the Prophets' own, in these times not unchanged a tad;
Past a history beyond repair, all but cast within layers of deepening gloom,
Where the heirs of the Prophets walk blinded; where, thus, no hope there is to bloom!

Would that the Prophet be amidst us now,
To grant today's believers the faith: Oh, but how!
For, in his life, did the first believers directly see,
What faith truly meant; what its Reality!

Imaan then is no cheap commodity;
For which there is no price in its crudity.
To profess belief, therefore, is to profess nothing,
If with belief there is no practice, no sacrifice scathing!

Muhammad's Imaan did change the world;
But what of his followers: if all into one were today rolled?
Would their Imaan suffice to direct
History's course in positing Islam anew, erect?

Alas, dear reader, while one yearns for an 'Aye!'
The truth, dear reader, is but 'Nay!'
Recall the Messenger on the morrow: 'My followers, in their numbers - a multitude in sequence,But, as froth on ocean waves, of little, or no, consequence!'

How has this happened, this plight insecure?
Whence has the 'Best of Communities' become all but obscure?
Is it not clear, the reason, to see?
The Imaan of the 'Best' has been for free!

That the price of true Imaan may not be belittled,
God has placed a requirement on the believers, well-considered!
For this is only in the possession of a heart open,
And a firmness in the knowledge of things unseen.

A knowledge unlike that of a worldly science,
Whose only motive is the discovery of manifest, and visible, rules and signs:
The Imaan of the Prophets called forth of the Believers
A discovery of signs hidden; of those of the heart, the redeemers.

That these facts unseen form the true - and eternal - Reality
Of the Hereafter, which to the Believer is no mere formality,
Was but ingrained in the lives of the Messengers
As the only truth worth living for against all harangues.

So great a truth was it to the Messengers Divine
That, to them, all done in forgetfulness of the Hereafter combine
To beget nothing in deeds but what the Qur'an calls:
'Mere ornaments of their lives,' which befools their doers in the Demon's very Halls!

Imaan is then, firstly, to believe in the Creator of all
As the One, the Only, the Source of Life, Goodness, the Wherewithal.
And Ihsaan is, therefore, that belief in perfection,
Where the believer lives in the Creator's light, His benediction.

The struggle, relentless, for the cause of Imaan - if that be Jihad,
What then the holy study of possibilities in its way today but Ijtihad.
The Believer then is the warrior serene, not only of Imaan, but also of Ihsaan,
Not only in Jihad but Ijtihad too: all in the making of the Perfection of Man – the Takmeel al Insaan!

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2008-05-19T04:25:00.002-07:00

IMAN

Alas, how low our Iman is!
Shaytaan has mesmerized
The souls of innocent children,
Deceptively creeping and destroying they’re Iman.
Youth are lost in nightclubs and strip clubs,
Drowning themselves in false pleasure and joy.
Wasting precious minutes as life passes by.
Family values either shunned or mocked,
Cellphones and computers;
Replacing salaah and ZIKR.

Western influence;
Softly and subtly entered into our lives.
Eroding and erasing,
Effectively chipping layers and layers of our Iman.
Our pious and elders words of advice,
Have fallen like dead leaves.
Scattered and shattered.
This obsession of acquiring material wealth,
Has enslaved us,
Plummeting and plunging,
Our Iman.

Shaytaan! Enthralling and thrilling,
Tricking and compelling,
Effectively beguiling and duping,
Stripping our dignity and self-respect.
Reducing us to disgrace and humiliation.
Weakly and shamefully we arise,
Remembering ALLAH, the ultimate savior.
Alas, how low our Iman is!

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2008-05-19T04:25:00.001-07:00

Abraham

If you were not my Secret,
How could I ever have found you,
Among the tents?

If I were not your own Secret, jealously guarded,
How could I ever have submitted
To being called Your friend?

When I knew myself alone,
Exiled from the world,
I discovered your secret Name
Inscribed on the Guarded Tablet.
When I emerged from that solitude,
To lose myself in tribes and armies,
You felt my loss.
You searched for me everywhere,
Found me in my exile,
And named me Your friend.

At Your command I raised my right hand
To kill my only son;
I looked again, and he was Thou:
I dropped the knife.

When we sat together on a cushion of grass
Inside the Walled Garden of the Mysteries,
Eating from our own vine and fig tree
And talking to our heart’s content,
The desert, shimmering white and yellow
On the horizon beyond us
Stood in need of the clear Arabic tongue.

In love you led me
Into the barren places of the earth.
In anger you drove me, with slaps and bitter words
Toward the chamber of Night
Where you were waiting for me already,
Watching over my sleep,
The rising and falling of my breast,
Till the mazes of the stars and the night of time
Passed over, and the morning came.

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2008-05-19T04:20:00.000-07:00

IMAN CAN

If Allah wills:
When you feel like you’re drowning
Just can’t stay afloat
Iman can help
When there’s nothing to eat
No lamb
No goat
Iman can help
When you’re full of doubt
Can’t figure it out
This religion I claim
What’s it really about
Iman can help
When you’re put to the test
Think you’ve done your best
Iman can help
When a charitable life you’d like to live
But you can’t give more
‘Cause there’s no more to give
Iman can help
When shaitan tries to block you
With his evil plan he tries to stop you
Iman can help
He’s pulling you in
When you’re trying to do right
When you feel too tired
To continue the fight
Iman can help
When you have to choose
Between right and wrong
When it seems all hope is gone
Iman can help
When debt is high
And funds are low
When you can’t stop crying
Feels like you’re dying
Iman can help
When worries are swimming
Around in your head
And you don’t have strength
To get out of bed
Iman can help
When family wants this and gotta have that
And all you can give is a comforting pat
As soon as I can
Have patience my dear
We all know that Allah is near
When you can’t take anymore
Just wanna give up
Always remember

Iman
Can…
HELP!!!!

If you don’t know Iman
It is absolute
It’s belief in Allah
Among other things
Infinite blessings
True Iman brings
It’s a pathway to peace
It’s a way out of grief
It’s the first step to change
BUT YOU MUST HAVE BELIEF

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2008-05-19T04:19:00.000-07:00

The Power of Iman

Iman is my driving force,
To believe in the angels, the books, the Prophets of course,
And the Day of Judgment and the Day of Resurrection
My intent is to reach the highest degree of perfection

Iman is my fortitude,
To learn from misfortunes and be of virtuous gratitude,
By saying that which is the truth,
To adhere to all noble behavior, modesty and not be uncouth.

Iman is my labor,
To earn an honest living and live well with my neighbor,
To be careful with money, not waste or hoard and be wiser
To give to obligatory and voluntary charity and not be a miser.

Iman is my piety,
To adhere to Allah's straight path and be fully aware of life’s brevity,
To protect myself from what Allah prohibited
And act upon what He mandated.

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2008-05-19T04:14:00.000-07:00

Walking into the bathroom, already feeling the pull that comes after a long dry spell…
A cold winters night, saving on the heating bill, heater on low
The perfect mix of warm and cold water, definitely more warm than cold.
Hands under the stream, scalp tingly, the cold windchimes within-
intensifying the warm surrounding each finger
A thought: "forget that three time thing, ain't nobody said twenty times was forbidden."
Laughter, savoring. Looking into the mirror,
"Why, hello there…"
Making faces, a pretend comedy show for friends, making them laugh
Mmm. The water just got warmer.
Washing the face now, warmth on the eyelids- one of the best feelings in the world..
Almost as wonderful as when a mother places cloth
on her child's irritated eye, bringing her mouth to it,
and letting her warm breath through,
Soothing it with her grace.
Heaven is most definitely under that woman's feet.
Droplets lingering on the chin..
Arms are always the hardest; afraid they'll be cold as soon as the water stops, they always are-
until remembering to bring a towel to the bathroom.
Head, ears and neck, no big thing, but the feet,
are another potential problem area.
Never been too fond of the whole water over the sock thing.
cheaters.
alhamdulillah The praise is to God.

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2008-05-18T09:13:00.000-07:00

Theirs this bridge.

Set the intention straight,
So, Bism Allah Ar-Rahmaan, Ar-Raheem,
for a human to describe,
using words,
is for the human to tarnish and cheapen the thing.

The human is tarnished and cheap.

There is a bridge.
Words do not express,
words do not carry over,
words can not tarnish this thing.

There is a bridge,
it spans-
the bridge (that is),is a delicate structure built strongstrong,
we are there,
youandIaretherewatchingfromfarfaraway,hoping,yearningeven,fortheoppurtunitytopassroughhandoverrailingsandtofeelitsrealnessscrapebeneathourcallouses,callousesmostwelcome!we want that bridge,
the bridge floats,
it is almost unreal,"How can such a thing be?",
I am unsure,
I only know that it is.

You and I are watching,
yearning,
for the feel,
of the planks give beneath our feet.

Oh brother,
words can not suffice,
its real,
its really real.

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2008-05-18T09:09:00.000-07:00

The Connection

How many times have I cried when you were deficient?
Pleading with my nufs, calling out to my Lord to make you sufficient.

You have been examined, studied and divided into parts.
Your amount is measured on a scale and is unknown to all except the Controller of Hearts.

I've asked Allaah to give me a new lease on you when like clothing, have become worn out.
Your increase is surely something to struggle about.

You are in my heart, upon my tongue and in action, constantly reminding me of my duty as a Muslimah. I pray that because of you I could be in Paradise with all those who have you as well. I know that without you I'd be doomed to a blazing cell.

As you penetrate my soul, pushing me to do good deeds, seeking the pleasure of my Lord.
These deeds are recorded and kept in a hoard.

Oh how you've made me jealous of those my senior being they've proceeded me with you.
I always pray and hope to forever keep you anew.

Some odd 14 years ago, I proclaimed you and was so eager to have you increase and be with me, all the while thankful to have been guided to you.
I'm full of hope and contentment, striving to keep you true.

I'm striving to keep you in check, afraid to leave you neglected and be the cause of my heart blackening.
I must continue with my ibadat, careful of any slackening.

I do have my share of jihad to subdue your frailty which causes the diseases of the heart.
I struggle and call upon Allaah to make this frailty depart.

I am grateful to Allaah that I have you and can tread the Path amongst those guided.
My fate with you has long ago been decided.

My guidance to you has been written in a Decree
Long before I've even come be.

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2008-05-18T09:07:00.000-07:00

My Iman Lies Within Me...

Preserved like a precious pink pearl
Buried deep in my heart
My Iman lies within me

The media disguises my Iman led life
as a misery and oppression
But what can you believe of the television?

As I walk down the street
Set free and complete
But with my veil surrounding me...

The stares and the jokes
With which they try to provoke
yet my Iman still lies within me..

I remove from myself
the beautiful smells
of things which may allure me...
Towards sinfulness and greed
Of which I do not need...
this Iman which lies within me...

Slowly it grows like a seed or a stone
Which bears fruit once it is stronger...
Then I will taste the reward
for the tears and sores...
Because of this Iman which lies within me (insh'allah)

The smile I pass to a sister blessed
Inspired by the Iman which lies within me...

The charity given from an empty purse
Reimbursed by the Iman which lies within me...

The bread which I give to the hungry birds
Satisfies the Iman which lies within me...

The helping hand which aids the old
Strengthened by the Iman which lies within me...

At the end of the day When I finish my prayer
Asking my lord to forgive me
"Replenish my Iman so that I may again start
another day," ‌says the Iman which lies within me

But if Allah you choose
To break me loose
From the chains of this dunya

Then bless me and save me
Forgive me and shelter me
From the punishment of the aakhirah!

Patience is gold and holds reward
The prophets saying
which lies within me..
Be patient and plead
That Allah accepts your deeds..
Say the Iman which lies within me...

As I stand to pray on yet another day
I thank Allah for the opportunity

Ya rabbil aalameen!
You are the most supreme
Protect this Iman, which lies within me.

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2008-05-18T09:05:00.001-07:00

Our Gift

When Allah created us
He gave a gift that is special
We use it almost every day
When with our Nafs we must wrestle.
We are very blessed to have it
So we should be grateful and
This very special gift we have
Is called our Iman.

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2008-05-18T09:04:00.000-07:00

Imani

Iman is my faith,
No doubt about it!
Yes, my faith;
My ticket to Jennah.

It keeps me from zig zagging down that road,
That bumpy zig zaggy road.

Iman is more important than life;
for it guides me like a cane guides the blind.
It keeps me pure and clean,
for have you not heared that cleanliness is half
of faith?

It tells me what is right and what is wrong,
What I should follow and what I shouldn't,
What I am allowed to cast my eyes on,
And what I should hear.

Allah didn't just give me a body, he gave me Iman,
So what is so hard,
That people don't understand?

Iman is my faith,
No doubt about that!
Yes, my faith;
My ticket to Jennah.

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2008-05-18T09:02:00.000-07:00

Poem format: Diamante

Iman
Action, belief
Using, applying, projecting
It is the best
Knowing, doing, achieving
Increased, improved
Faith

ID#: IWAPoetry4Youth400

2008-05-18T09:01:00.000-07:00

Poem format: Diamante

Faith
Mild, halal
Conquering, believing, enchanting
Islamic principles, belief in miracles, it's critical, it's eternal
Knowing, holding, fasting
Peaceful, joyful
Iman

ID#: IWAPoetry4Youth500

2008-05-18T08:59:00.000-07:00

Poem format: Diamante

Faith
Belief, Taqwa
Striving, worshiping, praying
Honesty, caring, knowledge, unfaithful
Lying, stealing, deceiving
Mischievous, uncaring
Foolish

ID#: IWAPoetry4Youth600

2008-05-18T08:58:00.000-07:00

Poem format: Diamante

Faith
Strong, Complete
Praying, fasting, giving
Having trust in Allah
Speaking, covering, educating
Unbreakable, desirable
Belief

ID#: IWAPoetry4Youth700

2008-05-18T08:57:00.000-07:00

What is Iman?~

What is Iman you may ask?
Iman is to fulfill Allah's given tasks.
What is Iman?
Iman is the plan to which we should understand.
What is Iman for?
It is the map to Allah's Heaven door.
What is Iman's purpose?
It is to rid evil and disbelief off the earths surface.
What does Iman do?
It tells us the expected behavior of me and you.

So what is Iman you may ask again?
It is to read the Qur'an over and over again.
What is Iman for the second time?
It is to not be the committer of any crime.
What crime is that?
The acts of which the government has prohibited?
Well. . . yeah, but more so the acts of which Allah has forbidden.
What is Iman for the third go around?
It is to guard the Qur'an with no harm, no foul.
So What is Iman's purpose?
I am way too confused.
It is to hold Allah's trust, which we should not abuse.

With what you just learn, what do you see?
I see what Allah wants us to be.
I see difference between right and wrong.
I see what made The Prophet (SAW) strong.
Do you understand what Iman is for sure?
Yes, it is the solution, the key, the map, the cure.
I see you understand now, my job here is done.
It is Salah time now, we better skedaddle, and run!!
~The End~

ID#: IWAPoetry4Youth800

2008-05-18T08:56:00.000-07:00

IMAN IS THE KEY

Iman is the key for you and me
When feeling down
Don't use a frown

Iman is the key
To show that you care
Don't use hate
Don't you dare

Iman is the key from which we grow
Iman is the key don't you know

ID#: IWAPoetry4Youth900

2008-05-18T08:54:00.000-07:00

IMAN IS FAITH

Iman is faith
Iman is great
Iman Is patience
When we must wait

Iman is obedience
It helps me obey
So give praise to Allah
Five times a day

Iman is the answer
for those who have faith
So we all must remember
Allah who is great