Dawud Wharnsby Ali Lyrics

[lil_muslim_gurl]

FULL OF HUMILITY

Put all our pride away,
always find a gentle word to say
you know we shouldn't fool ourselves,
Allah has given so much to you and me.
Put all our pride away,
Always thank Allah when we prey,
You know we shouldn't be full of ourselves
when we, should be full of humility.

We're all livin' here together on this planet floatin' round the sun
We're all equal to one another, no one's better than anyone
The only ting we have to weigh us all apart
is the faith only Allah can see, deep inside our hearts.

Put all our pride away,
always find a gentle word to say
you know we shouldn't fool ourselves,
Allah has given so much to you and me.
Put all our pride away,
Always thank Allah when we prey,
You know we shouldn't be full of ourselves
when we, should be full of humility.

Trying hard to simply be humble and never act too proud
It's easy to trip and stumble with your nose up above the clouds
Its always best to be modest and keep our feet on the ground
Cause pride will eat us up inside if we're arrogant and loud.

Put all our pride away,
always find a gentle word to say
you know we shouldn't fool ourselves,
Allah has given so much to you and me.
Put all our pride away,
Always thank Allah when we prey,
You know we shouldn't be full of ourselves
when we, should be full of humility.

[lil_muslim_gurl]

Madinah Tun-Nabi

There was merriment and joy, a smile on the face of every girl and boy.
The streets of Yathrib welcomed in the prophet of Allah,
Muhammad, sullallahu alayhi wa salaam.

A full white moon shone down upon the land,
rising from the valley between hills of sand.
Being grateful to Allah was The Prophet's demand,
spreading peace through the streets of Madinah.
Madinah Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,
The city of the prophet is like home to me.
I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see
A city with such wonder as Madinah.

Now the narrow winding roads are so full of history,
streets shake with the azan from Masjid un-Nabi.
I feel the shadow of the prophet gently cooling me
as I walk through the streets of Madinah.
Madinah Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,
The city of the prophet is like home to me.
I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see
A city with such wonder as Madinah.

The man who reads Qur'an `neath a date palm tree,
And the smile from the child on the street selling tea,
Enchant me with their beauty and their simplicity
As I walk through the streets of Madinah.
Madina Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,
The city of the prophet is like home to me.
I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see
A city with such wonder as Madinah.

Al Madinatul Munawarah, Oh enlightened city!
Al Madinatul Munawarah, even in my sleep you call to me.

Time has hurried by, time has traveled on so fast
And though wisdom and truth will always last
I wish, I wish, I wish that I could climb into the past
And live with the Prophet in Madinah.
Madinah Tun-Nabi, Madinah Tun-Nabi,
The city of the prophet is like home to me.
I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see
A city with such wonder as Madinah.
My heart is never far from the home of the Ansar
And the city of the prophet, Al-Madinah.

[lil_muslim_gurl]

Crazy Spots I’ve Prayed





All the earth is a place of prostration,
Every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walkway,
Any place clean and green can be a place to pray
When I think of every path, where I've ever trot,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I stopped to worship God.
Remember that long car ride?
Driving all night so far,
Under the summer moon we pulled off to the side,
Reclining in the front seat of the car.

Waking to a fajr bird sound,
And washing in the coin car wash we found.
With the water blaster making wudhu,
You sprayed me and I sprayed you.

We stood so drowsy in the dawn,
Behind the car wash dripping on the lawn.

All the earth is a place of prostration,
Every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walkway,
Any place clean and green can be a place to pray
When I think of every path, where I've ever trot,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I stopped to worship God.

Saturday shopping day, in a busy mall and bustling through the aisles,
Where everyone's getting in my way.
Each blank zombie we shop and face forty smiles.

Time comes for prayer attack,
Grab a pair of pants or a sweater from the rack.
Find a changing room and latch the door,
Set aside excuses and hit the floor.

As I go back to the mall,
It's easier then to make sense of it all.

All the earth is a place of prostration,
Every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walkway,
Any place clean and green can be a place to pray
When I think of every path, where I've ever trot,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I stopped to worship God.

And our socks froze to the blanket,
That we spread over the snow,
Your call to prayer bounced off the trees and across the icy meadow.
Crisp and clean cold air, our hearts were so aware,
Our bodies felt the frozen freedom what a very cool place for prayer!

All the earth is a place of prostration,
Every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walkway,
Any place clean and green can be a place to pray
When I think of every path, where I've ever trot,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I stopped to worship God.

There was a time next to the river;
There was a time in the school hall.
There was that stairwell in that building,
There was that forest in the fall.
The movie house corridor,
The airplane kitchen in the sky.
So many places I'm sure there'll be more
Pieces of earth to testify.

All the earth is a place of prostration,
Every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm plantation.
Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walkway,
Any place clean and green can be a place to pray
When I think of every path, where I've ever trot,
I laugh at all the crazy spots I stopped to worship God.

[lil_muslim_gurl]

SING CHILDREN OF THE WORLD


Walking through the crowded streets of a market in morocco
Sitting on a smiling camel in the deserts of Arabia

Chasing round the bamboo trees of ban do, Indonesia

Gathering brightly colored leaves in a forest of Canada



Napping neath the date palm shade under blue skies of Tunisia

Sweeping out his parents shop on a side street in Pakistan

Planting rows of beans and maize on a small farm in Uganda

Laying back to count the stars from somewhere in Afghanistan



Oooooh sing children of the world

Come together and hear the call

Sing children of the world

Islam will unite us all

Sing children of the world

Come together and hear the call

Sing children of the world

Islam will unite us all

Subhanallah, walhamdulillah, wallaahu akbar

Subhanallah, walhamdulillah, wallaahu akbar



Splashing through the pouring rain in a village of guyana

Nibbling cakes from picnic plates on a mountaintop in switzerland

Tending to a flock of sheep down under in austrailia

Greeting morning with a prayer on a golden egyptian sand



Oooooh sing children of the world

Come together and hear the call

Sing children of the world

Islam will unite us all

Sing children of the world

Come together and hear the call

Sing children of the world

Islam will unite us all

Subhanallah, walhamdulillah, wallaahu akbar

Subhanallah, walhamdulillah, wallaahu akbar



Crying himself to sleep, with no hope left for dreaming

Begging in the burning sun, holding out her hand

Palms held tightly on his ears to muffle all the screaming

Sitting where her house once stood, trying hard to understand



See the children of the world

All the children of the world

Sing for the children of the world

Pray for the children for the world



Sing children of the world

Come together and hear the call

Sing children of the world

Islam will unite us all

Sing children of the world

Come together and hear the call

Sing children of the world

Islam will unite us all

Subhanallah, walhamdulillah, wallaahu akbar

Subhanallah, walhamdulillah, wallaahu akbar

[K@M]

THE VEIL

They say, "Oh, poor girl, you're so beautiful you know
It's a shame that you cover up your beauty so."
She just smiles and graciously responds reassuringly,
"This beauty that I have is just one simple part of me.
This body that I have, no stranger has the right to see.
These long clothes, this shawl I wear, ensure my modesty.
Faith is more essential than fashion, wouldn't you agree?" This hijab,
This mark of piety,
Is an act of faith, a symbol,
For all the world to see.
A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.
So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity.

They tell her, "Girl, don't you know this is the West and you are free?
You don't need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity."
She just shakes her head and she speaks so assuredly,
"See the bill-boards and the magazines that line the check-out isles,
with their phony painted faces and their air-brushed smiles?
Well their sheer clothes and low cut gowns they are really not for me.
You call it freedom, I call it anarchy."

This hijab,
This mark of piety,
Is an act of faith, a symbol,
For all the world to see.
A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.
So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity.
Lift the veil from your heart and seek the heart of purity.

[EstabrrQ]

jazakum allahu khairan ..
Good nasheed :up:

[Khadhijah]

THE VEIL




They say, "Oh, poor girl, you're so beautiful you know

It's a shame that you cover up your beauty so."
She just smiles and graciously responds reassuringly,
"This beauty that I have is just one simple part of me.
This body that I have, no stranger has the right to see.
These long clothes, this shawl I wear, ensure my modesty.
Faith is more essential than fashion, wouldn't you agree?" This hijab,
This mark of piety,
Is an act of faith, a symbol,
For all the world to see.
A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.
So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity.

They tell her, "Girl, don't you know this is the West and you are free?
You don't need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity."
She just shakes her head and she speaks so assuredly,
"See the bill-boards and the magazines that line the check-out isles,
with their phony painted faces and their air-brushed smiles?
Well their sheer clothes and low cut gowns they are really not for me.
You call it freedom, I call it anarchy."

This hijab,
This mark of piety,
Is an act of faith, a symbol,
For all the world to see.
A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.
So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity.
Lift the veil from your heart and seek the heart of purity.









Assalamu Aleikum Warahmatullah

Subhana Allah. This is my favourite song. It makes feel so grateful for being a Muslimah. :alhumdull

Wassalamu Aleikum Warahmatullah

[Yaqub]

His lyrics are very good, i wish he would avoid using any form of instrument his got a good voice as it is.


http://www.aswatalislam.net/DisplayFilesP.aspx?TitleID=50013&TitleName=Misc_Nasheeds

[sister 1maan]

:love: ~ Afraid to Read ~ :love:

How many words she’s read before, she’s consumed two thousand books or more.
Musty pulp and glue soundproof her tiny room.
She cannot understand why this book in her hand
fascinates her now so much that she’s almost shy to touch.
“Don’t think about the words it’s just a book - paper and ink”
She reaffirms, remind herself, “a book can’t dictate what to think.”
It invites, intrigues her more than others on her shelf
“Is it just another book?” - she sits questioning herself.

Oh Allah, she’s so afraid to read,
the wisdom that’s revealed may burrow in her mind
She’ll be obliged to admit,
She’ll be obliged to submit
But will she be strong enough to live the truth she finds?
Oh Allah, she’s so afraid to read.
The hall light is always on every night that he is gone.
He hears his mother toss in bed when he slips in at dawn.
In the book case by the stair, he can see it sitting there
like a waiting watchful wise-man scolding him with care.
In the morning will they fight about him being out all night?
Will he resent their gift of love and not admit that they are right?
All he wants is to fit in some place, but must he compromise his faith?
He can’t look himself or his parents in the face.
He takes the book upstairs unread and sets it closed next to his head
then counts the prayers he’s missed and lays so hopelessly in bed.

Oh Allah, he’s so afraid to read,
the wisdom that’s revealed may burrow in his mind
He’ll be obliged to admit,
He’ll be obliged to submit
But will he be strong enough to live the truth he finds?
Oh Allah, he’s so afraid to read.

I sent an email to my loved one, just the other day
It’s sad communication has evolved this way.
We use so many words but have so little to relay
as angels scribble down every letter that we say.
All the viral attachments sent and passionate insults we vent
It’s easy to be arrogant behind user passwords we invent.
But on the day the scrolls are laid, with every word and deed displayed,
when we read our accounts, I know, for one, I’ll be afraid.

That day I’ll be so afraid to read,
every harsh word that I’ve spoken - and every time I have lied.
I’ll be obliged to admit,
I’ll be obliged to submit
Will I have strength owning up to each deed I’ve tried to hide?
Oh Allah, I’m so afraid to read.

[sister 1maan]

The Prophet's Hands
Words: D.Wharnsby, Z.Bhikha, Y.Islam / Melody: D.Wharnsby
(I luv dis!! subhanaAlah)

Holding to the wheel, each mile closer to conclusion.
His knuckles and his strands of hair are slowly turning white.
As he studies all the lines, like highways on his hands,
he recalls how straight the road once seemed, as he is left wondering what’s right.
The paths all curve and bend, sometimes he thinks they’ll never end.
How much longer will he push on? How much more can he pretend?

:love:
The Prophet’s hands, silken smooth and soft to touch,
sometimes he needs those hands so much,
to feel them clasp his own, let him now he’s not alone.
The Prophet’s hands, If they could take over the reigns,
if they could take away the strains,
guide him to the end with the patience of a friend.
Oh Allah, sometimes he needs the prophet’s hands.

:love:
Stepping out to work each day, come whatever weather.
Father of the house he holds worry in his hands.
While she stays home left all alone, hands warn from too much ironing,
T.V. churns out but illusions....claims to know but hardly understands.
They greet but hardly meet, upon an endless dead-end street,
while children break the stormy silence of the palms raised in defeat.

:love:
The Prophet’s hands, silken smooth and soft to touch,
sometimes they need those hands so much,
to feel them clasp their own, let them know they’re not alone.
The Prophet’s hands, can bind husband and wife,
remind them why they share a life,
clasp them both upon his heart, gently help them make a start
to hold each other as they’d hold the Prophet’s hands.

:love:
Standing in the market square, so alive but void of life.
We work and we sweat and we struggle through each day.
As our efforts scar our hands, this world stains us with demands.
It’s hard to see life’s humour in the business games we play.
As we gnaw our nails with stress, our fists and hearts pound so carelessly.
With every effort forward, how much more can we digress?

:love:
The Prophet’s hands, silken smooth and soft to touch,
sometimes we needs those hands so much,
to feel them clasp our own, let us know we’re not alone.
The Prophet’s hands, as we toil in the square, come up behind us unaware.
Playful palms across our eyes, teasing to help us realize,
We need the jesting, joking, calming Prophet’s hands.

:love:
The Prophet’s hands,
silken smooth and soft to touch
sometimes we needs those hands so much,
to feel them clasp our own and let us know we’re not alone.
The Prophet’s hands, If they could take over the reigns,
if they could take away the strains,
guide us to the end with the patience of a friend.

:love:
Oh Allah, sometimes we need the Prophet’s hands.
Oh Allah, sometimes we need the Prophet’s hands.
Oh Allah, sometimes we miss the Prophet’s hands.

[sister 1maan]

~Wings Against my Window~
:love:

Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
waking me for worship
at fajr, before dawn?
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
singing me from slumber?
soon night will be gone.

:love:
I hear sparrows whistle
making the adhan.
I hear their words telling me I am a lazy man
“Come fast to pray”, they say,
“You will find success that way.
Stand up now from where you lay.
This is the best time of the day”

:love:
Wings against my window
Are they birds or are they angels,
waking me for worship
at fajr, before dawn?
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
singing me from slumber?
soon night will be gone.

:love:
My heart, it wants to wake up
my body wants to sleep.
The morning air is brisk and cool
my bed is warm and deep.
Birds, they call me to the way,
“Stand before Allah to pray!
Kiss the dawn and greet the day!”
But dreams, they just get in the way.

:love:
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
waking me for worship
at fajr, before dawn?
Wings against my window
are they birds or are they angels,
singing me from slumber?
soon night will be gone.

[Muslim4lyf]

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Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

In the morning when we wake (Bismillah, Bismillah)
With every step we take (Bismillah, Bismillah)
With every word we say (Bismillah, Bismillah)
And every game we play (Bismillah, Bismillah)

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

With every thing we do (Bismillah, Bismillah)
With every things that new (Bismillah, Bismillah)
With every place we go (Bismillah, Bismillah)
And every friend we know (Bismillah, Bismillah)

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

With every song we sing (Bismillah, Bismillah)
On every mountain peace will ring (Bismillah, Bismillah)

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin
Bismillahir Rahmaanir Rahiim,
Al-hamdulillah ir Rabbil `aalamiin

[Akib]

I only fear my lord ALLAH. He is everything to me. We all worship to him. Without him, I am nothing, but ith him i am everything. H ehelps where ever you go. I only him, nobody else in this world.

[umm_musa]

Salam, my favourite nasheeds are those from the madinah album of his, it reminds me of when i just became muslim and i love the afraid to read nasheed as it reminds me of how ifelt before i became muslim, and like the lyric says "she'll be obliged to submit" and i was, you can only deny the truth for so long...
:up:

[TINGBA]

This song is really touchy. i like songs with more voice than music, respect for those who wrote words. eager to listen more

[jus'me]

oh i cant remeber the whole of it but it goes something like this:

Allah hears when the rain comes....wetting and washing the world?...

and then sumthn...'Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar...
Its really good mashallah! :up:

[S@Z]

meaningful...

THE EVERYTHING SONG...

I'm gonna take my bicycle and ride out to a field
and play under the sky with the mosquitoes and the birds.
We can play together, you can come with me.
Have you ever had a picnic sitting high up in a tree?

Every single blade of grass
And every day and month that pass
and every colored leaf that decorates the fall.
Every flake of snow is different,
every place you go is different,
everyone you know is different,
that's the beauty of it all.

There are a million picture puzzle pieces in the passing clouds
we can contemplate and dream upon the beauty of the signs.
I like to lay down with my head upon the grass,
laughing with the moon and winking back at stars that pass.

Every single star you see
and every rock within the sea
and every drop of rain that you've ever felt fall.
Every flake of snow is different,
every place you go is different,
everyone you know is different,
that's the beauty of it all.

Every print on every finger of each human on the earth
is different from each other finger print since the start of time.
Nadia speaks with her hands not a sound comes from her lips,
Abdullah doesn't use his eyes, reads with his finger tips.

Every face and you and me,
and every stripe on every bee,
every creature that you see swim, fly run or crawl,
every flake of snow is different,
every place you go is different, everyone you know is different
that's the beauty of it all.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=arypRRZnFa4