Poem: A tribute for mothers

Dia seorang isteri.
Seorang bakal ibu.
Perutnya membulat berisi.
9 bulan 10 hari dikandung. 
Istilah penat tiada lagi.

Ketuban pecah.
Tangisan kesakitan berkumandang.
Sakit seorang bakal ibu.
Membawa seorang bayi. 
Seorang anak bakal generasi akan datang.

Di masukkan ke dalam medan peperangan.
Medan antara hidup dan mati.
Medan dikatil hosiptal.
Demi seorang anak.

Saat meneran seorang bayi.
Peluh membasahi seluruh badannya.
Tangisan kesakitan.

20 tulang kehilangan ketika melahirkan.
Berjuta pendarahan berterabur sana sini.
Hanya dibibirnya "Allahu Allahu. Selamatkan anakku."
Tidak lagi memikirkan kesakitan dirinya.
Cuma anaknya.

Saat dilahirkan seorang permata hati.
Tangisan bahagia disambut.
Hilang segala sakit.
Hilang segala keletihan.
Melihat sang permata 9 bulan 10 hari dikandung kini didepan mata.

Dari kecil hingga besar.
Dilahirkan dengan kasih sayang.
Andai kita sudah besar.
Apakah dapat kita membalasnya?

Setiap tulang yang kehilangan.
Setiap keletihan yang diluah.
Setiap harta wang dikeluarkan.
Hanya untuk anak tercinta.

Poem: Died in her best friend's arms.

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Her name was Abby, She was only five.
This is what happened, When she was alive. 
Her dad was a drunk, Her mom was an addict.
Her parents kept her, Locked in an attic. 


Her only friend, was a little toy bear.
It was old and worn out, And had patches of hair. 
She always talked to it, When no one's around.
She lays there and hugs it, Not a peep of sound. 


Until her parents, unlock the door.
Some more and more pain, She'll have to endore. 
A bruise on her leg, A scar on her face.
Why would she be, In such a horrible place? 
But she grabs her bear, And softly crys.
She loves her parents, But they want her to die. 


She sits in the corner, Quiet but thinking
'God, why? why is My life always sinking?' 
Such a bad life, For a sad little kid.
She'd get beaten and beaten, For anything she did. 


Then one night, Her mom came home high.
The poor child was hit and slapped, As hours went by. 
Then her mom suddenly, Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy, One that she made. 
She thrusted the blade, Right in her chest,
'You deserve to die, You worthless pest!' 


The mom walked out, Leaving the girl slowly dying.
She grabbed her bear, And again started crying. 
Police showed up. At the small little house.
They quickly barged in, Everything was as quiet as a mouse. 
One officer slowly, Opened a door.
To find the sad little girl, Laying on the floor. 


It must have been bad, To go through so much harm.
But at least she died, With her best friend in her arms.

Poem: To do or not to do?

I saw that green indicator,
Suddenly something wrong with my heart reactor,
To click it, to type on it like a fear factor,
My brain becomes a monster,
My heart becomes a dictator,
They're suddenly become a fighter,
Like Harry potter versus dementor,

And now I'm hoping my brain can act as my heart's circuit breaker.

I don't know I don't know,
Should I stay away from this pleasure,
Or just follow the flow,
Because one thing I know,
Be like a tractor,
Not so good looking,
But very useful to his Master.

I figure out the answer,
There is something that makes my feeling smaller,
It's the Greater, up there.

I'm afraid no longer,
Because if Allah's will, we will be together,
I swear.

Poem: Beloved pbuh

Your footsteps we strive to follow,
Your example turns our heart mellow.

This world as you predicted changed so much,
Falling off the path became as easy as eating lunch.

That seed that was planted in our hearts long ago,
Still has roots to help our Iman grow,

We may fall deeper into despair,
We remember your words to help climb those stairs.

To reach the top to be closer to you,
Is the way you taught us to do,

Your goal must be our ultimate goal,
To reach Jannah would be a pot of gold,

We are human let us not forget,
We ask for forgiveness and do repent.

But most of all we must thank you,
For being there to show us the way,
We are all endebted to you in this way.

Poem: What will you do?

What will you do?

What will you do if Izrael calls for you
And comes to take away your soul?
All those broken promises to be a better Muslim
Each day you stayed the same

Whiling away your days of youth
Sending to the back of your mind the truth
Putting off the order to pray
Instead your console games you play

Rather you should have come to pray
Offered your prayer in a beautiful way
Improved your character like the Prophe demonstrated
Rather than walking around all inflated

The day when Izrael comes you will realize
your times was wasted, spent most unwise
So change yourself now for the good
While you have time to do as you should

Learn more about the wonderful deen before your death
Put into practise all we can before your last breath!

Poem: Goodnight Shuhada'

Deep in the meadow, under the willow,
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow,
Lay down your head,
And close your sleepy eyes,
And when again they open,
The sun will rise.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away,
A clock of leaves, a moonbeam ray,
Forget your woes and let your trouble lay,
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.

Here it's safe, here it's warm,
Here the daisies guard you from every harm,
Here your dreams are sweet,
And tomorrow brings them true,
Here is the place where I Love You.