aamilah
19-02-05, 01:43 PM
How fortunate are we? I thought
As I saw those children on news that night
Crying and screaming wondering alone,
With no person to turn to, no one to hold.
I noticed a tear run down my face
What is its worth? I thought to myself
We all sit in our comfy chairs and watch the news
Hail curses at the mushrikeen and give them verbal abuse
What good will that do? I thought again
The next day you will see me acting the same
Smiling and joking, having a laugh
Forgetting about the tear that fell for the Muslimeen afar
I felt unease and guilty infact,
How dare I ignore this? I must make a pact
That I will do something to help my brothers and sisters,
For the Prophet Muhammad (saw) has taught us,
Whoever removed a grief from a believer
Allah will remove one grief from him on Yowm al-Qayamah
How blessed are we? How merciful He is!
Giving us an opportunity to attain Jannah with ease
Ill take up this chance! And act right away
For Allah’s (swt) cause, why should I delay?
The thought of those children are embedded in my mind
They remind me of unnecessary luxury that’s in my sight
A Warm cosy bed, latest tv, three or four dishes ready for me to eat.
And those blessed children who have no home,
Have no hand they can seek comfort from and no one to hold,
Their cries are ignored as they sit next to dead bodies
Bodies of those whom they once called mummy and daddy
The child is screaming and no one is near,
Shaking the dead bodies wanting them to hear
Calling for their parents, asking them to wake up
Yet there’s no response, just a big pool of blood
Gushing from the wound which pierced their body,
Hit the mother in the head and hit the father in the tummy
“Poor children” is all they seem to get
What about your money? Where is your wealth?
Use it wisely and do not over spend,
For giving it to the oppressed Muslimeen makes Allah your friend!
Put money where your mouth is and use your actions as they should be!
Help the children of al-Islaam!
And get out of your materialistic demand!
These thoughts echoed deeply in my mind
And now inshaAllah I will do what is right
Allah has blessed me with great wealth
More than that’s needed for maintaining my good health
The extra I will give in Allah’s (swt) way
And I pray deeply to Allah that I am not led astray
Back into the materialistic desires
That will only have an end which will be dire.
SubhanAllah this makes me feel so much better
Just wish I was like this before but I suppose its better late than never
Alhamdulillaah I have realised my goals in my life.
Everything needs to used wisely in order to survive
I will help the poor, widows and orphans alike
In order to be guaranteed a place in paradise
There are children suffering while we eat
There are widows crying as the husbands are killed by the mushrikeen
The poor are left homeless and hungry
We live peacefully without a thought? How dare we?!
Don’t ignore their suffering
For one day surely it maybe you
Who is seen on news, dead, gushing with blood
With your child who is screaming next to your foot
Helpless, hungry and cold,
With no one to comfort it, no one to hold!
As I saw those children on news that night
Crying and screaming wondering alone,
With no person to turn to, no one to hold.
I noticed a tear run down my face
What is its worth? I thought to myself
We all sit in our comfy chairs and watch the news
Hail curses at the mushrikeen and give them verbal abuse
What good will that do? I thought again
The next day you will see me acting the same
Smiling and joking, having a laugh
Forgetting about the tear that fell for the Muslimeen afar
I felt unease and guilty infact,
How dare I ignore this? I must make a pact
That I will do something to help my brothers and sisters,
For the Prophet Muhammad (saw) has taught us,
Whoever removed a grief from a believer
Allah will remove one grief from him on Yowm al-Qayamah
How blessed are we? How merciful He is!
Giving us an opportunity to attain Jannah with ease
Ill take up this chance! And act right away
For Allah’s (swt) cause, why should I delay?
The thought of those children are embedded in my mind
They remind me of unnecessary luxury that’s in my sight
A Warm cosy bed, latest tv, three or four dishes ready for me to eat.
And those blessed children who have no home,
Have no hand they can seek comfort from and no one to hold,
Their cries are ignored as they sit next to dead bodies
Bodies of those whom they once called mummy and daddy
The child is screaming and no one is near,
Shaking the dead bodies wanting them to hear
Calling for their parents, asking them to wake up
Yet there’s no response, just a big pool of blood
Gushing from the wound which pierced their body,
Hit the mother in the head and hit the father in the tummy
“Poor children” is all they seem to get
What about your money? Where is your wealth?
Use it wisely and do not over spend,
For giving it to the oppressed Muslimeen makes Allah your friend!
Put money where your mouth is and use your actions as they should be!
Help the children of al-Islaam!
And get out of your materialistic demand!
These thoughts echoed deeply in my mind
And now inshaAllah I will do what is right
Allah has blessed me with great wealth
More than that’s needed for maintaining my good health
The extra I will give in Allah’s (swt) way
And I pray deeply to Allah that I am not led astray
Back into the materialistic desires
That will only have an end which will be dire.
SubhanAllah this makes me feel so much better
Just wish I was like this before but I suppose its better late than never
Alhamdulillaah I have realised my goals in my life.
Everything needs to used wisely in order to survive
I will help the poor, widows and orphans alike
In order to be guaranteed a place in paradise
There are children suffering while we eat
There are widows crying as the husbands are killed by the mushrikeen
The poor are left homeless and hungry
We live peacefully without a thought? How dare we?!
Don’t ignore their suffering
For one day surely it maybe you
Who is seen on news, dead, gushing with blood
With your child who is screaming next to your foot
Helpless, hungry and cold,
With no one to comfort it, no one to hold!