Et udpluk af nogle af mine digte:
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Tvivl -> Tro
Pludselig blev din tvivl til tro
den sande vej har du søgt og fundet
dit liv blev fyldt med den skønneste ro
deres kærlighed har dig bundet
Mørke, tomhed og sørgelighed
du vidste ikke bedre og kendte ikke til andet
du ændrede dit liv ved din nysgerrighed
sandheden er på din vej landet
Glædestårer trillede hver dag ned ad din kind
Hvordan var dit liv før i din uvidenhed?
Hvordan kunne du være så blind?
Tak Gud for at du fandt den rette vej ved din udholdenhed
Sandelig er du en sjældenhed
Sandheden vil du i livet viderebringe
dit mål er flere elskere af solstrålerne
Ved Guds vilje vil du i fremtiden få mange lærlinge
I paradis vil du løfte pokalerne
Må du for evigt forblive på den rette vej
Må Gud beskytte dig i dette liv og det kommende
Sandheden dig søgte og efter dig skreg og skreg
Gid Gud for din styrke og tro altid vil være dig belønnende
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Yusufs fortryllelse
Kvinderne de dånede
En sand fortryllelse
Sikke et syn
Et syn så herligt
En skønhed så ubeskrivelig
En skikkelse der gjorde dem lamme
Hænderne de skar sig i
Af kærlighed blev de blinde
Han var som det perfekte maleri
Yuzarsif, du skønne, du kønne
Dig vil vi i dag belønne
Her har du vores krop, vores sjæl
Hele Egyptens kvinder er dig til rådighed!
I, Egyptens kvinder!
Idag er dagen hvor jeres hykleri forsvinder!
Guds profet vi vil sende i fængsel
Sandelig vil hans kærlighed for jer kun forblive en længsel
Til sin skaber han talte:
Du Barmhjertige, sæt mig blot i fængsel
Livet blandt egyptens kvinder er blot en trængsel
Min Gud, beskyt mig fra livets sataner
Sikke en tålmodighed
En beskedenhed, en gudfrygtighed
Sandelig er han en hemmelighed!
Således fængslede vi Yusuf
Guds profet, Yusuf
Yusuf, Yusuf, Yusuf..
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Un momento de amor
En el momento en el que entraste este mundo
El mundo cambió inmediatamente
Ya nada era el mismo
Por supuesto no!
La luz de vida hizo su entrada
Abbas, la luna de Bani Hashim
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Gløden i mit hjerte
Sådan en glød i mit hjerte
En gnist, en flamme
Hjertet skriger
Råber
Hyler og græder
…
Det brænder
I mit hjerte det brænder
…
Savnet, længslen, sorgen
De vender tilbage
Tilbage vender de
År for år
Mindet om dig
…
Badet i blod
Dine arme og ben
Dit hoved
Din mave og ryg
Dit bryst
Dit..Hjerte!
…
Tårerne der triller ned
Smukt og yndigt
Kinderne der fugtes med tårer
Blodet der strømmer ned
Dråbe for dråbe
…
Et ansigt så bedårende
Så…Fortryllende!
Så rent og uskyldigt
Et guddommeligt syn
…
Sorgen ligger sig dybt
I dit ansigt
I dit rene hjerte, i dit indre
Så megen uretfærdighed
Afskyelighed
Had og fjendtlighed
…
Stilhed
…
Et lys slukkes
Skrigen, råben
og gråd
Himmelen græder, jorden græder
Tårer af blod
’Vi tilhører Gud og til Ham vender vi tilbage’
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Tilbage til barndommens land
Mor, tag mig tilbage til barndommen
Barndommens glæder, latter og kroniske uskyld
Barndommen, der beskyttede mig fra sorg og mand
…
Barndommen tog mig under sine vinger
Om mig lagde den sit enorme skjold
Den passede på mig fra verdens grusomheder
Og lod mig opleve flere stunder med morsomheder
…
Leg, kærlighed og venner
Pludseligt erstattet af krig, had og fjender
Hvad der var så skønt og sødt
Blev hurtigt så dysters og bittert
…
Tag mig tilbage til barndommen
Hvor en tegning var en tegning
Hvor tal var lig med en blækregning
En 20’er guld værd
Et hvidt lagen et genfærd
…
Kære mor, jeg beder dig
Tag mig nu tilbage
Til barndommens skjulte sted
Her fandtes ingen bagvaskelse, ydmygelse, eller løgn
Døgn efter døgn
I barndommens hule
…
I barndommens land
Blev jeg ikke anset som ekstremist, terrorist
Eller islamist
I barndommens trygge land
Uskylden som det krystalklare vand
…
Ingen tager mig tilbage
Jeg er havnet her
Årene har passeret mig
Der er ingen vej udenom
Ingen flugt til barndommens land
Til Barndommens minder
…
Jeg må videre
Videre uden at se mig tilbage
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En flygtig kærlighed
…
En kortvarig kærlighed
Blot et hjem
Et midlertidigt hjem
Fyldt med sorg,
Forhåbninger
Og ønsket om mere
…
En flygtig kærlighed
Porten til straf og jammer
Indgangen til savn
En pirrende længsel
En uforstående higen
…
En tillokkende kærlighed
Så elegant, og samtidig så fristende
Dragende og forførende
Nærmest magnetisk
…
En stræbende kærlighed
En jagt
Og forfølgelse
Ønsket om ikke at give slip
…
En bittersød kærlighed
En forbigående lykke
En fangende illusion
Samt en dyster eskapisme
…
En indbildsk kærlighed
Troen på ro i sindet
Afslappethed
Latter og fryd
Fortrøstningsfulde øjeblikke
…
En begæret kærlighed
Et eftertragtet moment
Håbet om evig tryghed,
Held og fred
…
En ødelæggende kærlighed
Døren til fattigdom
Alene et drømmebillede
En falsk forestilling
…
En opgivende kærlighed
En lettelse
En inderlig glæde
Og sikkerhed
En stædig kamp
Et konkret mål
Tilfredsstillelse
…
En vindende kærlighed
Nogle meget gode og dybe digte. Og en fed blog.
Jeg takker for de pæne ord.
The Truth
those who curse and deny the facts,
those who shamefully boost and are relaxed,
what has made them so deeply detached,
arrogance, lust and greed are such,
I am asking and you should reply,
is religion the way You choose to apply?
or is it Allah and the Quran should we rely?
indeed my questions are here to stay,
if you are misguided, then surely we pray,
I am dreaming of a day when truth is apparent,
when righteous speech and practice is coherent,
til that time I will hold that which i have inherit,
being Sunni and defy those hypocrites,
Abdul
The truth you say?
Let me tell you a thing or two if I may
Arrogance, lust and greed?
Which stomachs with lies and hatred do you want to feed?
By God, you know in the Holy Book we believe
you aren’t that naive
therefore I don’t know what you want to achieve
Do not forget what our prophet most beloved said
indeed the truth he spread:
‘I leave amongst you two weighty things – the book and my itra’, ahlul bayt’
Oh wait, mate, isn’t it great that he’s so straight?
Therefore tell me why
the truth YOU try to deny
goodbye!
Fatima
I opened your site and right click I did,
and Behold I see the poem you sent,
with passion and anger you argue your case,
I am afraid as to what judgement you will face,
If it is Quran you believe then I need to convey,
then why do you curse Our Mother everyday,
Has Allah’s verses in surah Nur never reached your way,
or you take the verse merely as a play,
I read the hadith and I need to state,
indeed with truth the weighty words were laid,
“Do not let the Quran and the sunnah fade”,
even in hadith you put the truth into shade,
Before I leave I need to say,
to the misguided, we can only pray,
Abdul
You came and wanted no peace
the opportunity of fighting me you wanted to seize
My faith and aqida you attack
you can’t expect me to turn my back
surely I will argue my case
otherwise I would be a disgrace
My brother Mohammed-Jawad told you why Aisha we curse
I ask you please read every line and verse
Don’t turn the other cheek
the truth about Aisha you must seek
Anyway, you have your faith and I have mine
and that’s allright and fine
we both should respect each other
because I am your sister and you’re my brother
Fatima
How can you be my sister and I your brother,
when all I want is respect for my Mother,
It is good you made it clear that we have different faith,
and I tolerate you till the truth is said,
with these words the end is made,
i guess your sight and hearing are caged,
Do not take my words as insult to yourself,
but as a son, I can never lower myself,
if I respect and leave it as you say,
then what kind of honour will I display?
Before I take my flight,
there are some words that need to be said,
I guess “some birds are not meant to be caged”,
to those who understood the quote I just spread,
peace be on those who are on true faith,
Abdul
you want the respect for your mother
but the prophet wanted respect for his brother
didnt you read what the prophet said?
I am in war with those in war against Ahlulbayt
You say Aisha is ya mother
I dont have respect for ma mother
if she wanted to kill ma prophets brother
Dont say that Ahlulbayt includes the prophets wifes
CuZ here i have to save you twice
the prophet never said
my wifes is my ahlulbayt
read the narration of the cloak
and came back when you woke
Hvor er jeg langsom…Først nu opdager jeg, at Abdul-gutten havde skrevet..
You say we spread nothing but simple smear
despite your mothers animosity to the prophet’s heir
All you want is respect for your mother
We say: Listen to our case, but you won’t even bother!
We wouldn’t hate her if she had been a good mother and wife
Because we realise few things are this simple in this life
How great it would have been, if she was just like you said
But lies upon lies is all that you have been fed
You see, truth is not always written by the truthful
You should know this, unless you were forgetful
To find the truth we must question and ask
Even though it’s a long road and a difficult task
Maybe you won’t accept what you find
If so, at least remove the hate from your mind
You want respect for your mother, I acknowledge this, mister
But what kind of a man doesn’t show love for his own sister?
Nåh ja, og den vigtigste:
Haha, Fatima is a little slow
she needs some time to grow
Ej ok, den var dårlig hehe
En skam at Abdul højst sandsynligt ikke kommer til at læse jeres gode digte..
Og pitme, jeg ved hvor din far arbejder!!
ja, hans far er den eneste der smiler, der hvor han arbejder de andre plejer at skræmme livet af mig, men som en irakisk ordsprog siger: Jeg sluger bare den Gilette Fusion
Abdul er forsvundet “som dug for solen” hehe.
Og Fatima, jeg ved hvor du tidligere arbejdede
Nu I snakker om forsvundne personer: er der nogen, der véd noget om hvordan det går med Doa? Det er helt stille på hendes side, der var ellers hyggeligt derovre.
Aage, jeg kender ikke Doa personligt, og derfor ved jeg desvarre ikke hvor hun bliver af. Men mange bloggere opretter jo en blog, og bruger den ikke rigtigt senere hen. Det kan der vaere flere aarsager til.
Salaam alaykum wa rahmatullah k;re s;ster
Alhamdulillah for s[ smuk en side
Excuse me/
I have to be involved in your battle poetry
You see/
to bee free is like a honeybee
it flyes easily over it’s enemies
Please/ Respect all flowers
Mothers, sisters and respect peace
Salaam from al/Salaam
means you are safe and within his families grace
He saawaws has such a heart that he treats all like family
But don’t you think
Allah homma sali ala Muhammad wa ale Muhammad wa aj fj
Alaikum al salam wa rahmatullah, bror/søster.
Jeg takker for de fine ord.
Alaykum Salaam wa Rahmatullah
RasulAllah SaawAws var saa blid som en jomfru
Excuse me sister
Brother Abdul
is half right and all wrong
some people take sweetness as a weakness and think it’s strong
What did our Prophet Muhammad saawaws long for
illah Refiqe Ala’ was his last words 3 or 4 times if I’m not wrong Allah
but real shia
which we can only wish to be or become
shows us that WE ourselfs are half right and all wrong
Respect and Courage in Patience for the Fragrance of Jennah
Aspects I’ve seen on my tongue cause I’ve never seen hands in blood but in henna
estaghfulillahi Rabbi wa atubo
hey/
who listens to the one who seeks forgiveness
when the sinner is much louder in a war
Salaam ala ale Yasin
From Bani Hashim
Abul Qasim
Sal allahu alei wa alehi…
som lost them
If I could only make Abdul Muttalib Cry
His own son died saawa…
My God I try
cause I love him more than I can describe
What bliss it would be to be the slave of thy great great grandson
I Pray to God to this day that I could have been there that day to be his ransom/
Pay with my life/
It’s only words on my libs. Insha’allah Allah forgives
I try with my fist through my mouth into the hearts of the pissed.
From Allah to Gibreel to Rasulallah Muhammad to Ali
that’s the list
From Ibrahim through his sons to Abdul Muttalib to Imam Mahdi till it’s finished
Sal allahu alei wa alehi wa salaam
all munafiqs are diminshed
and Israel is ours
Allah homma sali ala Muhammad wa ale Muhammad
Allah homma sali ala Ibrahim wa ale Ibrahim
Bismillah al/Ahad al/Manaan ya Rabb
Abdul will probably never read the poem you have written
If I’m not mistaken, he went to Britain
If I have to be honest, I don’t care
’cause people like him are simply unfair
They wander and spread so many lies
and they won’t listen to one’s advise
well, that’s not a surprise
In the end they won’t win the grand prize
The prize of Ahlul bayt’s love
and the satisfaction from God above
Let him have his self-made deen
I won’t come between
and cause spleen and a tremendous scene
For him I can only pray
that from God’s mercy he won’t sway
’cause surely we all shall decay some day
thus we have to wake up before it’s too late
otherwise we’re gonna destroy our fate
Salaam alaykum sister wa rahmatullahi wa barakatu
Maybe He’s seeking forgiveness since seeking it is being quiet
That’s why the rebillious are so loud and some sahabi’s started a riot
For those who have Sabr and resistence.
For those who have patience and persistence.
For those who insist on what is Haq
We should cry for such people orelse maybe we’ll share their defyence… in barzaq / Auzubillah min shaytaan rajim
Be soft
Be sweet
Be with me God says and I’l make you complete
I am a desperado in the way of God… Shaheed is the only way to make sins stay away if you understand and pray
Indhold slettet. Undlad spam på bloggen.
- Fatima
NEEd to pour my heart out sister
don’t know where else to turn
I must admit I miss you
on your own site
I’m tired but feel like I’m not allowed to say it
feels like no more real muslims left
how can I say it
So much anger
So many thoughts
nowhere to put them, no where, I’m caught
I want to make muta’a
I want to be free
But islam is a prison in donya
and paradise is far from me
Don’t they understand men
Don’t we understand women
does it take so much effort just to begin
That’s why we loose before we all start
You say sabr and endurance I say play your part,
You better pack your stuff soon sister and depart
we are all mentally sick, no respect, only gimmicks
that’s the real status of muslims in Denmark… we lost heart
but we know all the mimics.
You can correct my spelling / like you can put me up or down
isn’t a muslim meant to make others feel better and sound
why do we then act like clowns
making obsticales for ourselves and each other / tripping over our own feet instead of helping each other to defeat shaytaan and respect our mother
I look at all the single brothers, subhanallah
Our eyes are SCREAMING YOU SHOULD FIND ME A WIFE PLEASE
instead jalouxy and misery makes you fight for peace
Stupid people… yo brothers There are two things I Hate.
When people hang up the phone when I’m not finished talking, it was just a break… the other one is also about sabr.
Sabr in this way… can you accept more from me today?????
Cause I Hate when people say no.
No kills creativity and murders the process
You Arrogant bitches you stop everything because of your stubborness
Most bitches are guys though since I don’t see the sisters like I know the brothers say no.
NO NO NO
Couldn’t you say something more graceful
after all you could build on it, but since it;s not your idea it must be bad and since you are not used to it it makes you sad
so you say no
It’s all right I know how corrupted your minds are
you don’t dare to do whats right
because of your traditions, your image, money and the eyes of your neighboor
whispering… I’ll take ya
Group pressure on one side
shamelessness becomes most guys wife
and thats guys who are bachelors
you seem to not give a damn
cause we are good acters.
I’m tired/ don’t know if I can say it
it seems like no real muslims left
Turn on the radio and hear them debate
I could put them in their place by just a few words of truth
put a lot of words on it? it’s power, sex and food
auzubillah min donya
which world are they living in / when real human beings, when Adam is treated like an alien
I really wanna cry
I know you wanna too
This is my sins ya Rabb
I sometimes hate human beings ya Rabb
ya al/wudood
ya al/wudood
ya al/Kafi
ya Allahhhh
Ya alGheyaat ya alGhani wa ya Kherun Nasereen
Sygdommen ER ikke at kunne se sygdommen
symptomerne er at patienterne har problemer med selve forl’bet
Diagnosen fort’lles af dr. Ammar Nakhsawanihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYpzpFAOvzk
og recepten er 2 skridt frem… SABR og et til skridt frem
hen til to piller…sabr og s’ en til pille
og s’dan forts’tter det, for hvis man er st’rk og rask er der ingen tilbageskridt, og maa vores morgendag altid forbedres insha’allah
undskyld forstyrrelsen med disse halvsyge digte./) s’ster wa salaam
ya Graceful ya Rabbil Azim
bismillah alrahman alrahim
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- Fatima
Salaam alaykum tillykke med f’dselsdagen med en salawat ala Muhammad wa ale Muhammad
Alhamdulillah
Allah homma sali ala Muhammad wa ale Muhammad
Undskyld for alt det spam p[ denne afdeling af din side med digte… Maa du genoptage dit skriveri insha’allah
Salaam og god dag for en uge siden s’ster Fatima
BLOSSOM!!
Blossom, by Tessie
Will I be rich? I don’t know but my heart will blossom with wealth
I won’t accept poverty, depression, misery and a vulnerable heart
Those times are over and this is my time to shine, fly, so high, in the sky
With shooting stars full of wishes, drawing hope like a piece of art
As the time has changed I realized I won’t accept my destiny to be poor
I won’t look back, think back, I won’t go back, let me be strong
Strong, so I can open my eyes and see, see the things I usually tend to ignore
Think twice, think again, what used to be wrong is right and right is wrong
Everything changes, everything is upside down and even I changed too
Changed for the better, what seemed to be a problem isn’t a problem any mo’
My soul is like a warzone in recovery, because of you, ninguno como tu
You, hope, you my best friend, giving me strength like the river flow’
Strength like thunderstorms to make my version clear
I know what I want and what I am; Mi modo de pensar is like a maze
Teachers, psychiatrists, psychologists wanted to analyse, but I show no fear
‘Cuz fear will make your dreams disappear without a trace
I had a voice even before I could vote, I think thoughts you never thought about
My life has been a lifelong puzzle and my mind has been wondering 24/7
I thank, for the freedom of speech so I can scream my thoughts out loud
And thank YOU for showing me the way straight to the place you called heaven
I consider my life as good as heaven, with will you can make heaven a place on earth
I walked through hell without having shoes, burning my feet
But heaven’s light, I met when I figured out what life is worth
I am like a butterfly, spread my wings and flew away from hell’s heat
Every wise word, every quote and rime pictured in my mind, I see a clear vision
Of every idea, every poem, using every lesson to make a perfect connection
A connection between A and B, B to C and D, trying to solve each difficulty as a mission
Aint got answers to every riddle but I know where to find them in my collection
Used to write, fantasize, stories about life but now I tell mine
As I thought I could run away from my troubles times were getting harder
But I was a survivor, a dreamer, a writer, a truth-seeker, and I grew with every line
I am a philosopher, a thinker, a Victorian, a visionary and now I am smarter
At times I was sad, so sad, and cried, but when I had a reason to cry I couldn’t
The food was unavailable, the sleepless nights were unstoppable, it was ripping me apart
Guidelines vanish for never to be seen again next to moral decisions about what I shouldn’t
I was exhausted, drained, tired and sick, only focusing on surviving but I forgot my heart
There was heartache, heartbreak, sorrow, broken promises and they were abusing!!
That night, you came to me in my dreams; your wisdom was like a masterpiece
I had to move on, be strong but I felt weak, trying to seek for the conclusion, it was confusing
I closed my eyes, picturing hope and I knew from that day on my heart and soul would ease
So I could find peace!!!
(Alhamdulillah)
Thanks for sharing, my friend. =)
Indhold slettet. Digtet findes længere nede.
- Fatima
Indhold slettet. Digtet findes længere nede.
- Fatima
AT TAGE ET FORNUFTIGT SKRIDT
At elske er at kæmpe til døden for alt andet end en illusion
At ville er at tro og tro vækker viljestyrken til at opnå
At ‘nske er blot at vælge det rigtige
Alt andet står enten stille eller er på vej ned i et bundløst hul
At stå stille
er fordøjelse eller dovenskab og ford’jelse er bev’gelse
Bede er at ville elskes af sin Skaber
Bede er at forstå
Bede er at prøve og rejse ind og ud af sig selv
Bede er at slippe denne verden – ligesom hoppe er at slippe for tyngdekraften
Beder man nok så får man et chok – når man indser at fysikkens love kan ændres
Og rammerne springes
p[ Dommedagen
Håbet er det første skridt
Bliver det mindre efter det næste skridt?
Hvis du falder af hesten – ændres da farven i dine øjne, bliver de røde
Ændres da størrelsen på din næse
Ændres da dine egne principper og tro?!
Frygten…! SKAL tages godt imod, og gaas i m’de
og hvis håbet bliver større
Så bliver troen større,
viljestyrken forstærkes eksponentielt
og illusioner forsvinder væk fra hjertet der skyder brystkassen frem imod døden
Allah har skabt fornuften og har sagt at det er Hans bedste skabelse
Med den dømmer Han, belønner og straffer Han
Allah har skabt Profeten Muhammad (Guds velsignelser og fred være over ham og hans familie ligesom over Abraham og over hans familie og de hellige imamer efter dem) og har sagt at han er den bedste af Hans skabninger, med de allerbedste manére og den fuldkomne intelligens og fornuft.
Med ham trækker Allah sine grænser, sætter sine kriterier, advarer og forkynder om belønningerne
For da Allah sagde gå væk så gik fornuften og da Allah sagde kom så kom fornuften
La ilaha illah allah
wa Muhammadan rasulallah
(Ali wali/allah)
Der er ingen andre guder end Gud
og Muhammad er Hans sendebud
og hans bror Jesus var palæstinenser, dvs. han var født der. og blev slagtet af j’derne if’lge de kristne.
Profeten Muhammad (s) sagde hvis du tager ét skridt mod Allah kommer Han ti skridt tættere på dig
Wa la hawla wa la Quwate illah billah alAli alAzim
Islam er baseret p’ dialog, i udstrakt grad, i l’ngere tid, med mange taler og debat og med t’lmodighed og overb’renhed og tilgivelse. Allahu akbar
Men kig p’ araberne og se om de kan kommunikere.
Censur, Tabuer kv’ler videnskabens og fornuftens fremgang og stemme.
Kig p’ danskerne f’r islam, de snakker og taler
Kig p’ Iranerne f’r islam, de snakker og taler
Kig p’ Irakerne f’r islam, de dr’ber ogs’ hinanden efterf’lgende f’r to ord kan blive sagt
Kig p’ kineserne f’r islam, de snakker og taler
Sp’rg du IKKE dig selv LEISH? Hvorfor?
og lad s’ v’r med at v’re et offer!
Mvh. en stolt Iraner
salam alaikom
Fatima my lovely sister, you are so good mashallah!
Wish you the best in life
much love from your sis Israa (-:
Alaikum alsalam junam. I can only say – right back at you! =)
Bismillah alJabbar alAzim alLatif alAzim al Alaa al Subboh al Awal
Allah homma sali ala Muhammadin wa ale Muhammad
I wanna weave you a poem
like the women used to weave a carpet, They still do, in universities they draw it.
The strings of their pain is connected to their hearts from the hardship
I wanna use red and green cause there is a difference between pain and holy pain it seems
I want to use a bit of white, in the sides – my carpet can’t fly but may bring your mind out of this life
The wool should be of a sheep – slaughtered to forgive all the miskeen and for the children on the streets
So when they see my carpet they will feel better than me
I am the king of the animals who need your forgiveness and their forgiveness
Don’t let me stray of this field you have layed out ya Rabb
The carpets of soulsearching people are sold for currency
The women of yesterday
The rules of life is in every knot in my carpet
The holy pain is in every niyah ya Rabb cause your light is healing and intentions are as dealings with truth
The words are like the patterns and like the colours…
My crime is sitting on this carpet while writing
The beautiful green… green is not contend with me disrespecting it.
it’s simple islam, but you like complex
make up artists / jaah you can call me heartless
Every fingerwowen fiber in this beautiful design has a prayer in it and a wish – that’s why when you lay on it you feel relieved
There is no stress in my carpet
The women weave inside my poem and inside your eyes when you look – is the poem and patterns of old times
it’s the map that keeps me breathe, and paradise is the place where restraint turns to release
Relative is only relative to the absolute
My God, My Creator, this sheep for these children is so cute
You see and I slaughter before you turn soft in your brains
You want the whole truth, I can’t even handle my own youth cause the demons are in persued
In every language and in every carpet
in every and all words but the women of the past knew how to remove the curse and help the small boys
The little girls without toys are hungry but more sweet than honey and you don’t see your carpet
Bismillah alrahman alkarim alrahim
Relative is allways relative to the Absolute
Allah homma sali ala Muhammadin wa ale Muhammad
Allah homma sali ala Ibrahim wa ale Ibrahim
2 Plus 2 er 16 hvem rager det hvem?.-)
P[ Dommens Dag sidder langt de fleste i klemme
selvom Islam siger hj;lp din n;ste, der sidder i klemme
islam er s’ nem
men hvem t’nker p’ hvem…
2 plus 2 er 16
og p[ Dommens Dag finder langt de fleste Helvedet som deres hjem
Alhamdulillah
Digt-sektionen er da godt nok blevet fyldt op med en masse spændende af læserne.
Salam
Jeg ved ikke rigtig hvordan jeg fandt denne side, tror bare du er en smule kendt på Google, Fatima!
Anyway,ville bare sige, at jeres digte er Fan-TA-stis-ke!
Salam igen
Alaikum al salam. Hehe fjolle, jeg linker da ofte til min blog fra Facebook. Jeg troede at du havde set den før.
Men tusind tak for de pæne ord. =)
Er du medlem af Networkedblogs?…så sker det jo nærmest automatisk, uden du behøves linke
Nej, jeg ved ikke engang hvad det er hvad for noget. Jeg er lidt langsom hvad angår sådanne ting. =P
Well, det er sådan en applikation, hvor folk kan tilkendegive at de læser dit blog, så vil det være sådan at hver gang du skriver noget, så går der ikke mere end et par minutter før det automatisk står på deres væg, dit nye indlæg…faktisk smart nok….
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- Fatima
really beautiful
don’t be sad be happy he said
Alhamdulillah for alting.
For hver mønt og hvert økonomisk svind.
For hvert et smil og hver en tåre.
For hver et blodlegeme i mine årer.
Alhamdulillah for livet.
For hver celle vi er givet.
For hver stjerne og solopgang
For hver regndråbe og fugle sang.
Alhamdulillah for hver en bøn
For hver tilgivelse af hver en synd
For hver en modgang og hvert et håb
For hver en hvisken og hvert et råb
Alhamdulillah for min far og min mor
For kærligheden til min søster og bror
For mine muslimske familiemedlemmer
For en hver ulykkelighed jeg glemmer
Alhamdulillah for dyrelivets gang
For lyksalighedens klang
For alt den viden jeg kan opnå
For al lykke og modvind jeg må få
Alhamdulillah for mine fødder og hænder
For mine modstandere og mine venner
For alle velsignelserne jeg modtager
For alle sorgerne mit hjerte kan bærer
Alhamdulillah for hvert et talt ord
For alle Allah’s skabninger, lille som stor
For alle glæder og alle sorger
For alle sekunderne og minutterne fremover.
Alhamdulillah!
Allahuma sali ‘ala Muhammad wa aleh Muhammad
http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/A/AttarFaridud/index.htm
salaam…
a slave’s freedom
God Speaks to David
by Farid ud-Din Attar
(1120? – 1220?) Timeline
English version by
Raficq Abdulla
Original Language
Persian/Farsi
Muslim / Sufi
12th Century
About King David
David was an open vessel, the light
Poured into him. God’s words took flight
In him and through him God said:
‘To all humankind, who are wed
To hubris and sin, I say: “If heaven and hell
Did not exist to catch you and break you,
Would you, though a speck of dust, tell
Truth from falsehood, would your eye find true
Centre in my words? If there was nothing but dark
Would you think of me, still less mark
Your place with the leaf of prayer? Yet
You are bound to my will, your soul is set
In the direction of my breath, with hope
And fear which cracks the dawn of your heart,
So you will worship me with all your mind
Words and inclination. Make a start:
Burn to ashes all that is not I, bind
The ashes to the fidelity of the wind,
Extract the ore of your being,
Then you shall start seeing.”‘
Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
In this spiritual allegory of the Conference of the Birds, Attar tells the story a group of birds (individual human souls) under the leadership of a hoopoe bird (spiritual master) who determine to search for the legendary Simurgh (God). The birds must confront their own individual limitations and fears while journeying through seven valleys before they ultimately find the Simurgh and complete their quest.
In this excerpt the birds are determined “To release in themselves the revelations of the Book.” It is not enough to memorize or recite or intellectually comprehend sacred scriptures and traditions. Theological debate and mental curiosity won’t get you there: “…don’t prattle and sit / On your haunches till into stiffening death you stray.” Books, even the most sacred books, won’t get you there. They are maps, but you must actually make the journey to truly understand.
Here Attar urges us to “replace the fat of inaction with decision’s lean,” to forge a sacred determination to seek direct experience of the Divine and to not be content with passive descriptions.
But the soul quickly grows fearful of the journey, for it leads to distant, unknown lands (symbolized by China). And the individual identity doesn’t know what to expect when it completely merges with the Divine in that blazing union — “They were drawn to this sun and burned to an ember.”
Finally, the soul has to muster its determination any way it can, by joining a “conference” of like-minded seekers, by trusting the guidance of one who has made the journey already (the hoopoe), and through sheer stubborn will power. For, ultimately, the soul has no choice: it must make the journey, whether slowly or swiftly, courageously or cowardly. It is the nature of the soul to seek its eternal home. It is the nature of each bird to seek “this wondrous being,” the Simurgh.
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Salaam alaykum
Jeg er Meget Glad for du har slettet nogle af Sabr og Bismillah al Ahad’s indl’g, vi var sgu langt ude.0) Jeg smutter til Iran snart, har ikke skrevet noget men det her klip kan f’ nogle til at tude. H’ber der er lys, gl’de og lykke forude wa salaam alaykum wa rahmatullah uden at nogen f’ler sig truet bismillah alrahman alrahim
bismillah alrahman alrahim
og salaam’un alaykum wa rahmatullah wa barakatu
to fight is love in disguise of the light of a heart that is bright like ruhollah in the night.
if you see the might of allah then your sight would delight that oppressors, murderes and tortureres will not have any flight from the time of the truth, cause you were not made to misuse, but recognise that the blues of the slaves and the unheard howl from the afghan caves towards the skyes from the graves… are the judgement of your satanic names.
did you know that henry and henrich is the midevil names of the gentleman lucifer among others, but the trick that he pulled on ya was convincing you that he doesn’t exist and used love as a risk to lead you astray and says ignorence is a bliss.
got what i need from my creator but do you know who i miss, do you know who i miss
the day will appear, when pure hearts will conquer and fowl ones will suffer from hunger and thirst, evil hearts who are accursed. i go my way, alone for now with an allmighty friend and helper, so dear fatima, if you have hatemails, disclose them, if you have intelligence in a war close them and if you like what i say then alhamdulillah
alot of love like ruhollah khomeini to all of ya rahmatullah alei
peace
la ilaha illah allah alhay ul qayoom
if heaven is the bride i wanna be the groom, strive towards her, and we will die like alzahra soon and her father are both alive
and amir almomeneen is my life, and he is the quran and the quran is mine, mine
the month of ramadan mobarak to you seekers of a guide
Persien, de varme familiers land
To walk in the streets, a strowl in the park, where if you don’t have a picnic you are out of order.
To see the warmth in the hearths and eyes of the cats and the children of the families of the martyrs, the noble.
4 o’clock in the middle of the night you see light in your neighbors kitchens full of delight.
A salawat in the mosque that reach the outskirts of the Universe and still bounces back off the walls of the mosques and gives life to the flowers in the parks.
To fear justice is to know it is above and beyond your rights and beyond our believe in it or not, Fear Allahs justice and take refuge from Him in His Mercy – if people just knew as this country knows courtesy. The community is based on behaviour, but here you FEEL the anticipation of our saviour. The people have roots in light, even the sunnis and christians here are shia in their works. In their doings, in their defence and inside the skin and the fragrance of compassion is everywhere outside and within.
Allah homma sali ala Muhammad wa ale Muhammad…
A letter from a young man with an old spirit to the next generation
The next generation is born on a spacestation
They havn’t touched the earth and the asphalt is the first hallucination
When I was 15 we just only heard about cellular phones
Now spaceteens with dreams circullar the net like pro’s
With faces on screens behind words,
And words that hide behind their image,
And images are made on screens
Signals from a sattelite like a prayer it seems
The next generation is born on a spacestation
When they rediscover the earth
it will be discovering God and themselves in a new creation
To work and feel the energies around them with enhanced sensation
Imagine a whole nation coming out of a spacestaion…
What institute is this I’m trapped inside?
What kind of life we live when your eyes are dry?
They cover it up with plastic lies
It’s a scary spacestation, psychos everywhere with suits so you have to have patience
Amazing retro inspiration from real angels which is static
Higher levels when your forehead touches the ground like biomathematics electricity is released from your body to the soft ground.
Ground yourself spacechildren and catch the signal in your hearts
cause God is allWise and we have to recognize
Allah is allWise and we have to recognize
Sincerly yours a servant of Allah AllMight/God the Creator
love ‘em all søster fatima
flere digte!
Giv bloomster til din(jeres) mor
Allahu akbar
Gud han er stor, Allahu akbar
Giv blomster til din mor
Laes Quranen min bror
Allahu akbar
for Gud han er stor
Allahu akbar
Salaam alaykum
virkeligheden er s’ meget mere end du forst’r
din hjerne er s’ lille som et f’r
Det er mig jeg snakker til
men du tror det er dig jeg taler med
Mange dyr har jeg set komme og g’
mine gr’sgange n’r til sydafrika
mange dyr kan jeg lide at se p’ men dig har jeg kun at takke for
du er s’ grim at du f’r alt det andet til at ligne paradis
Kan i alle sige p’nt goddag til satan L.a.
han tager sin bolig i hjerterne og hjerner og h’ber ikke du ender s[dan der
Med sorteper
la ilaha illah allah
Muhammadan rasulallah
Ali’un waliullah
Det i virkeligeheden rigtig synd for dig
For Allah er god men ikke fej
Det er i virkeligheden dem der tror de ved der tror
Vi andre ved de ender i helvede
Det derfor Imam Hussein (alei salaam) gr’d for sine fjender
Sindssyge arabere wallah be Khoda
g’r som i vil.-) Peace
Analyse af digtet er
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Really interesting blog, keep up the good work!