To be liberated means that we can clearly see,
That we should follow a leader for all of humanity.
His name is Prophet Muhammad (Upon Him Be Peace):
ALLAH raised him with Truth, so falsehood must cease!
ALLAH sent to His Last Prophet, the Mightiest Message of All…
His heart was Right, so he heard ALLAH’s Call.
Some people said Prophet Muhammad was mad and possessed:
His wife Khadijah comforted him, for she knew he was blessed.
Prophet Muhammad delivered ALLAH’s Message throughout the land;
It is the Light of Truth that will always stand!
Prophet Muhammad taught humanity to constantly strive for Right;
ALLAH, The One and Only God has everyone in His Sight.
So always teach The Holy Qur’an from now to your death,
And live ALLAH’s Universal Message with every breath!
“May the Peace and Blessings of ALLAH be upon Prophet Muhammad.”
by Muhammad Ali
The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease:
The stronger wind, the stronger trees;
The further sky, the greater length;
The more the storm, the more the strength.
By sun and cold, by rain and snow,
In trees and men good timbers grow.
Where thickest lies the forest growth,
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.
By Douglas Malloch
I am miles away, away from sense,
I am a falling bridge a collapsing fence,
My muscles feel tense,
Especially when I remember you,
But still commit the sins I threw,
You are watching me and I knew,
My precious acts are few,
Nothing much than its due,
Whenever I remember you,
I weep the nearer I drew,
Fear gropes my heart-pump and chew,
Without a helper I still call upon whom I knew,
My Lord forgive the sins I blew,
One last glimmer of hope grew,
I remember you,
And tears rush down a little queue.
O’ God replenish my heart,
It feels like art,
This night I stand tall,
And for You I do this all,
I don’t know where my fate befall,
This my only plea,
Before I am summoned at the cemetery,
The grave, my home to be
By Hafiz Heronet
One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.
Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
MORAL : Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up. Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred – Forgive.
2. Free your mind from worries – Most never happens.
3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less from people but more from yourself.
You, and not my craze with conquest, are my wedding.
I left to myself and its match in your devil self
the freedom to comply with your demands,
take my horse
and slaughter it,
and I will walk like a warrior after defeat
without dream or sense …
Salaam upon what you desire of fatigue
for the captive prince, and of gold for the maidens
to celebrate the summer. And salaam upon you
abounding with suitors of every jinn and man,
for what you’ve done to yourself for
yourself: your hairpin breaks
my shield and my sword,
and your shirt button bears in its glare
the secret word of birds of every sort,
take my breath the way a guitar responds
to what you demand of the wind. All of my Andalus
is within your hands, so don’t leave a single string
for self-defense in the land of my Andalus.
I will realize, in another time,
I will realize that I have won with my despair
and that I have found my life, over there
outside itself, near my past
take my horse
and slaughter it, and I will carry myself dead and alive,
خذي فرسي ….. واذبحيها
ل محمود درويش
خذي فرسي ….. واذبحيها
أَنتِ لا هَوَسي بالفتوحات , عُرْسي
تَرَكْتُ لنفسي و أقرانها من شياطين نفسِكِ
حُريَّةَ الامتثال لما تطلبين ,
لأَمشي مثلَ المُحَارِبِ بَعْدَ الهزيمةِ
من غيْرِ حُلم وحسِّ …
سلاماً ما تُريدين من تَعبٍ
للأَمير الأسير ومن ذهبٍ لاحتفال
الوصيفات بالصيف . أَلْفَ سلام عَلَيْكِ
جميعك حافلةً بالمُريدين من كُلِّ جنِّ وإنسِ ,
سلاماً نفسك : دَبُّوسُ شَعْرِكِ يكسر
وزرُّ قميصك يحمل في ضَوْئه
لفظةَ السرِّ للطير من كُلِّ جنسِ ,
خُذي نَفَسِي أَخْذَ جيتارَةٍ تستجيبُ
لما تطلبين من الريح . أَندلسي كُلُّها
في يديك , فلا تَدَعي وَتَراً واحداً
للدفاع عن النفس في أَرْض أَندَلُسِي
سوف أُدرك , في زمن آخر ,
سوف أدرك أَني انتصرتُ بيأسي
وأَني وجدت حياتي , هنالك
خارجها , قرب أَمي
واُذبحيها , لأَحمل نفسيَ حيّاً ومَيْتاً ,
By Mahmoud Darwish