Poetry Of Islam & Humanity

Save me from hellfire

Mahmood Khan — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 13:42:59 +0000

I dont want to follow my desire,
Not on earth fear of what happens when from life i retire,
I want to go to heaven,
Oh Lord save me from hell fire,
I want to elevate my soul somewhere higher,
Where there are 70 virgins, golden goblets of wine and silk robes as attire,
Not the food of zaree or of zaqqum,
Oh Lord save me from hell fire,
The garden of eden is what I aspire,
Dont want to sell my soul when satans the buyer,
But he keeps fooling me,oh lord save me from hell fire,
I pray and pray I dont want to tire,
I speak the truth I am not a liar,
But satan stops me from this seeking of mercy,
Oh Lord save me from hell fire.
Oh satan of you i am a denyer,
Dont you know for Aba Abdillah Mahmood is a mourner and a cryer,
This a worship with which you can not interfere,
This is why my Lord will save me from hell fire

Lost in Love for him

Mahmood Khan — Thu, 02 Mar 2006 16:42:13 +0000

Every breeze that blows brings his essence to me,
Every bird that sings calls out his name to me,
Every dream that appears brings his grace to me,
Every glance at everything leaves his trace with me,
I am his servant forever wherever I maybe,
Mahmood is lost and fulfilled in the love of Ya Ali(a.s),
One question can you please answer for me,
Was Ali(a.s) created for the world or the world for Ali?,
No doubt in my mind its not a question for me,
If Ali was not created no creation would be,
No stars no sky no you no me,
Our being is for his being this is proven in history,
There was one caliph who said,
If there was no you Ali(a.s)
Then surely there would be no me!!!

He is Prayer

Mahmood Khan — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 16:57:17 +0000

He is mercy he is prayer he is Ya Ali(a.s)
Unlike Adam(a.s), he was never misled he did not eat from the tree,
Nor like Ibrahim(a.s) did he need a blindfold his sacrifice he could see,
Unlike Musa(a.s) no mask for any task did ask he,
Nor like Issa(a.s) did he ever say Oh Lord why have you forsaken me,
But like Muhammed(S.A.W.W) he could not be,
For he himself said even the dust under Muhammeds(S.A.W.W) feet is better than me,
If this is true then someone please tell me,
Why did Muhammed(S.A.W.W) say “Ali(a.s) is with truth and the truth is with Ali(a.s)”

Land of Painful Beauty

Mahmood Khan — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:21:52 +0000

What essence in your being,
That love in me does just awake,
The closer I get and when you I’ll be seeing,
My emotions overtake me with love I begin to shake,
I look at you now and my life has new meaning,
From you some painful beauty with me I must take,
Oh Kerbala I feel what your feeling,
Oh land of loving sorrow,Oh Land of Heartbreak
Oh for the martyr Hussien(a.s.) With whose blood your sands are drenched
Oh land where my leader does rest,
Call me to see him, welcome me as a pilgrim, please please make me your guest

Real Beauty

Mahmood Khan — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:36:54 +0000

I look around at beauty and what do I see,
The truth in the eye can see the truth maybe,
But one who has real guidance from the Almighty
He wherever he looks can only see Ya Ali(a.s)

Completion and Perfection

Mahmood Khan — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:38:20 +0000

Today this religion is complete is what Allah(SWT) did say,
Why did he not use the word perfect in the revelation that day,
Ali(a.s) as your mawla in the deserts was appointed our leader many heard but still did stray,
Only with Ali’s(a.s) leadership could religion be perfect in the perfect way.

Waking the misled

Mahmood Khan — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:41:33 +0000

The name of Ali(a.s) I am about to take
The hearts of the misled I am about to break,
The burial of the kufr I am about to make,
The misled I am about to wake,
Their coffin on my shoulders I am about to take
And their foundations with Ali’s praises Mahmood is about to shake.(a.s)

Heavens gates on Earth

Mahmood Khan — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 21:43:23 +0000

When one day the golden gates of heaven fly open for believers wearing white shrouds,
The sinners and sinless both together will stand waiting torn with doubts,
Among the sinners only I Mahmood will be calm,and fearless for what its worth,
Why should I worry oh Ya Ali(a.s) on you my salam,
You already opened heavens gate for me on earth

Bibi Sakina (AS)

Mahmood Khan — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 22:59:14 +0000

Bismillah Hir Rahman Nir Rahim
Allah bless Muhammed and the progeny of Muhammed

A poem for bibi Sakina/Rukaya (AS)

I saw my father beheaded lying on the ground
I saw my brother Akber in his own blood he was drowned

Where is Asghar,I can’t hear him cry, nothing not a sound
I saw my uncle Abbas his head with arrows was crowned

I saw my Cousin Qassim his body blood did surround
Then the enemies stole my earrings and chased me round and round

I am Sakina I am only four water from me for three days they did keep
Now I am in this jail a dungeon so very deep

I have no tears , I am drained I can not even sleep
I remember the events in Taf and then I start to weep

My aunt Zainab is tired and my brother is sick and frail
I want to see my sister Sughra and I want back my veil

Instead they bring my fathers head I scream and in my heart I start to wail
Oh shia don’t forget my troubles I am Sakina I was only a child and I died in this very jail

Oh Sakina your grief is too heavy for my heart
Lanat on you yazid and Ya Hussein zindabad

Ya Zainab(AS)

Mahmood Khan — Fri, 02 Feb 2007 23:02:18 +0000

Bismilla Hir Rahman Nir Rahim
Allah bless Muhammed and the progeny of Muhammed

A poem for bibi Zainab(AS)

Oh brother Hussein change the rising of the sun
We are unveiled and bruised look to us what they have done
Are we not the daughters of Muhammed(SAWW) the prophet of Islam
Are not the people of his house are we not the upkeepers of the Holy Quran
They laugh at us in Shaam and at us they poke fun
They have forgotten who we are and from which house we do come
Oh brother Hussein they killed you and after your daughter Sakina they did run
They slapped her and pulled out her earrings to the beating of their drums
Sakina has not slept she looks dead she looks Numb
She has not spoken she is quiet to grief she has succumb
Oh help me me Abbas,Akber,Hussein oh father Ali oh
Fatimah my Mum
I am tired this journey is long,Sajjad is chained and the children cry
All my brothers are gone,I am drained, heads on spears in front of us held high
Oh Mother,Father,Grandfather,I am tired but I fight for Islam and the Martyr Hussein
My Brother ,your son whose every artery was cut and who for Islam bled from every vein.

Oh Zainab your grief is too heavy for my heart
Lanat on you yazid and Ya Hussein zindabad