Poetry dedicated to Islam and the Ahlul Bayt (household Of the last Prophet of mankind)All poems written by Mahmood Khan, poems are copyrighted and maybe used in the promotion of Islam, however all printed promotions must contain the source or acknowledge the writer unless agreed by prior permission

Archive for February, 2007

Zainab And Fatemah
02 25th, 2007

Zainab(as) saved Imamate Fatemah(as) had saved it before

Zainab(as) saved it in Shaam Fatemah(as) when she was hit with the door.


The key to knowledge
02 24th, 2007

I look for the door of knowledge and I look for the key

I find this door very solid to open it I need Ya Ali

 


Here on a break I see my and other children play

In my thoughts I hear voices of children help me save me they say

I look to the sky to see where these voices are coming from

Then I think and hear these voices again and realise they are from the children of Lebanon,

Oh world oh people why have we forsaken them

Are they not just children just the same?

Oh our children will look back and say our statesmen and kin

You did nothing and that nothing was an unforgivable sin

Oh children of Lebanon I shall now cry for you

Like you are helpless I am helpless and nothing can I do

As a tear comes down my cheek

A sign of one who is angry but very very weak

I pray for you oh children of Lebanon

Allah is my witness you are in my heart like children of my own

I know that oh children you will pull through even if no one is on your side

For one thing you have and they don’t is Mushkil Kusha Ali ibn Abu Talib as your guide. 


My Last Journey
02 12th, 2007

On my last journey I hear the voices and say take me slow

For my fate is awaiting me once you all go

Will I go to heaven or hell I really don’t know?

I hear a thump and the voices fade

Everyone’s job done I have been buried now I am afraid

My back does rise, my worst fears alive

The angels come they debate and try to decide

I shake and tremor my life’s journey in front of me nothing I can hide

All my deeds can’t believe the things in life that I did

Just one more day in life give me so I can plead for mercy I beg

No answer I hear, no response all I feel is a pain in my leg,

My punishment does start

No chance now for mercy, Oh pain I cannot bear

Something is pulling out my black heart        
 


Go away ibliss
02 9th, 2007

Oh iblis go away leave me let me pray
Let me worship my Lord Astaghfirullah let me say
Oh Allah he comes to deviate me every single day
With my mind all the time he starts to play
From my thoughts Allah please take him away
Lest my devotion to you does deviate and starts to sway
And in hell for my weakness in life in eternal fire I have to pay


The cruel me
02 9th, 2007

I heard the voice of a boy saying help me please
Begging and begging down on his knees
I put my hand in my pocket and felt my Mercedes keys
Gave him a dollar thinking thats todays good deed
I have given to someone someone in need
What did I do, oh no, did I give what is due
Lying to myself trying to hide what is true
Am I really so cruel
Sparing less than what my car costs to fuel
This test just passed me which I did not pass
This of my deed could be my very last
What if death was to take me what would I say in my six foot abode
For my car money I borrowed
But for this kid the same desires I could not follow
Deep inside now I am so empty so hollow
My selfishness in my grave has finally brought me so much sorrow.


Who is this
02 9th, 2007

In the beauty of the moon and the stars there is you,
In the leaves and the stems of the flowers there is you,
In the air there is you in the rays of the sun there is you
Oh you are everywhere
when there was nothing there was you.
Allahu Allahu Allahu

Every Prophet is in the order of you
He is sent by you and speaks only what is true
If I am one who has love for him
Whose every action is pleasing to you
Your lover is he and his lover are you
Allahu Allahu Allahu

No one can enter the celestial kingdom of you
‘Cause who can stand in peace in the kingdom of you
Who can stand without fear in the kingdom of you
Who can have beauty if not created by you
Like when Josephs was sold in the market you knew
For the soul of the Prophets buyer are you
Allahu Allahu Allahu

No actions have any effect on you
Moses asked and spoke many times to you
Even then you never brought him in front of you
You never let him see who is you
And with Mohamed you did converse through and through
Allahu Allahu Allahu

When was it in Allah’s will to converse with anyone
When was it in his will to befriend anyone
When was it in his will for his voice not to have distinction
Here everything has only one direction
This voice was of somebody that The Prophet knew
Allahu Allahu Allahu

Mohammed was shocked at what he could hear
No friend or relation is definitely here
Then who is this whose voice I can hear,
This sounds like my brother and he feels so near
Oh Allah tell me what’s true is this Ali or is this you?
Allahu Allahu Allahu


The deniers of Ali
02 9th, 2007

Why do we need the rule of the Lord be justified
When our own actions so wrong I am just mystified
Why can’t his guidance just be accepted and not defied
Be careful I think our access to heaven may be just denied
For imagine the shame when the time comes to decide
If we are asked at the door why we should gain entrance
When all our acts are out of ego and pride
I have an answer for Ali will be on my side
Mahmood believes in his leadership but other his right have denied
They are the ones who shall endure the fire of hell
Where the deniers shall not perish but forever dwell
No more denying the right and whats true
Oh you who hate Ali the bottom of hell is waiting for you


Oh Allah for Hussien why do our brothers never cry
Why for Amir ul Momineen Imam Ali with grief are their hearts never filled
Which tyrant can have a tear in his eye
For the martyr he has oppressed and the martyr he has killed.


Without Ali and Hussain who would want to live this life
For help who would one turn too in times of trouble and strife
Mahmood would rather die a foetus in the womb and not be born at all
Than live if there was no Hussain to cry for and no Ali for help to call


On the day of rising when all will be raised from the ground,
The trumpet will be blown the calling the warning sound,
I mahmood willl give in my account the names of the First to the Twelfth,
This will give me an amount as heaven in my wealth,
But for you heaven shall be denied,
For the first few names you give themselves in hell they do reside


Oh muslims on your shoulders such a burden such a weight
Worship Allah and beg his mercy don’t contemplate
Doom and gloom or heavenly bliss,
We should fear our end and our eternal fate
I beg for his mercy but worship rarely on time,
Often mahmood forgets and often mahmood is late,
Please tell which which path to take to heavens gate,
I fear myself for Allah has shown me the Siraat ul Mustaqeem,
I am the one who knows the road but barriers I do create,
I have no excuse Allahu Akber, Allahu Akber, Allah is most great,
He has surely given me and all Muslims a key to Heavens gate,
He has given us Muhammed,Fatimah,Ali and Hussien,
He has given us truth through Muhammed and the Ahlul Bayt


A Martyrs Blood
02 8th, 2007

A martyrs blood or a scholars ink,
Which is better hmmm let me think,
Ones people read the others revolution does breed,
Ones does teach and the others our soul does reach,
For those who write well your words give us knowledge and make us wise,
But the blood of a martyr never dries,
Now what about a martyr whose blood is the ink from which man La Ilaha Illallah does realise,
Oh Hussien your blood alone does give us the route to Paradise.


How Kerbala Cries
02 6th, 2007

Come my soul come with me,
Come look at Kerbala come see
The land of sorrow the land of pain
The land where Abbas and Hussein were slain
Look at this land no tears in her eyes
Listen listen how this land cries
Tears tears of blood roll down her cheeks
This is how the land of Kerbala weeps


Freeing Palestine
02 6th, 2007

Why for 50 years Palestine can we not liberate
Why are the muslims weak and zionists so great
Freedom you can establish of our Holy State
Guidance is what you will need but from the Holy Ahlul Bayt(as)
Before you strive for freedom seek help from Ya Mahdi
Next time you strive for freedom start with Bismillah then Say YA ALI


Oh Allah if in heaven I cannot cry for Hussein
What good will this heaven be if it stops from feeling his pain
If in heaven I cannot mourn him then in heaven I cannot dwell
If I cannot cry for Hussien in heaven Then oh Allah please send this Mahmood to hell.


Oh dear brothers you’ll never understand the love of Hussein
Yet it is very simple dear brothers its so very plain
If Josephs father could cry to blindness for the loss of his son
How can you justify it as bid3aat when we cry for Hussein’s martyrdom
Did Jacob sin when he cried so excessively till he went blind
A Prophet was he, from Allah he was a sign,
Sin could he? no never not in Allahs perfect design
cry once just once for Hussein
oh brothers in these tears the aroma of heaven you shall find


I have been to Heaven this I surely know,
Oh dear muslim brothers with me to Heaven do you want to go,
Dont be stubborn please please come with me,
Let me take you come the seven Heavens you ll see,
I swear I swear I know Heaven I swear by Allah,
They are Mecca,and Kadhmayn,Najaf,and Medina.
Samarra and Mashad and Kerbala,
For those left behind from my journey for you i bring a gift
Cry for Hussien say Ya Ali your soul to Heaven I swear by Allah this will surely lift


Zainabs Fight
02 2nd, 2007

If Zainab had not fought on,
Then surely Islam would be gone,
She fought the powers and the so called caliph,
Faced with hardships and so much grief,
she carried the message and she won,
for we pray we fast and believe Allah is one,
Oh Zainab without you where would Islam be today,
we owe you our lives you we can never repay,
Mohammed Ali and Hasnain,
All of them there struggles would be in vain,
If in the end Zainab would have lost to pain,
How could she being the daughter of Ali
All this for you and me,
Not remember you how could this be,
We owe this to you for eternity


Ya Kassim(AS)
02 2nd, 2007

Oh Kassim you went to your mother
for permission and then your uncle Hussain

He refused you and said you are a sign of my brother
I shall not let you be slain

You begged and begged, you kissed his hands
You begged even more and said uncle please understand

You fell to his feet and begged even more
Until he said yes and tears from his eyes did pour

You got up ready,ready to fight
And your uncle Hussain hugged you very very tight

You put on your armour and were ready to go
You were not to return this your uncle did know

He fell on the hot sand and started to weep
His nephew to be martyred his pain so deep

What courage and valour you went into war
Until you were struck and you fell to the floor

Horses stampeded your body they tore
This pain in my heart I still do store

You called out oh uncle help me, uncle Hussain
My mission is complete I have been martyred I have been slain…..