Gossip

My name is gossip.
I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing.
I break hearts and ruin lives.

I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age.
The more I am quoted the more I am believed.
I flourish at every level of society.
My victims are helpless.

They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no face.
To track me down is impossible for you.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
I am nobody’s friend.

Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion.
I spawn suspicion and generate grief.

I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses. I am called Gossip.
Office gossip. Shop gossip. Party gossip. Telephone gossip.
I make headlines and headaches.

Before you repeat a story ask yourself, is it true?
Is it fair? Is it necessary? If not— KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!
If you spend as much time praying as you do talking about others
behind their backs,
you would be further ahead Spiritually.

My Choice

When I walk along the way
The people just stare at me in dismay

They think that I’m forced to wear that “thing”
But actually I wear it for Allah, The King

Maybe they think that I am not free
Just because I wear a headscarf on me

But that’s not true, I am really free
I wear it for Allah, The Almighty

The way we dress is not to show some skin
But for people to judge us not by our body, but from within

They might call me names or even start to stare
But what makes me keep going is knowing Allah is there

So when you pass me walking down the street
Don’t think that I am forced to cover myself up to my feet

It’s a simple way to be modest and humble
So don’t be next to me and start to grumble

I feel proud and tall when I wear my clothe
Because I have nothing at all to show and expose

Now you could only judge my character and my personality
And not of how I dress myself, but for my morality

So this scarf that I have on
Is my choice so don’t be alarmed

I felt right and true when I put my Hijab on from the start
Its because it calmed me, purified me, and soothed my heart

But really the only difference between you and me
Is that I just cover my hair and my body

So if any of you ever see me and hear my voice
Just know that what I wear is only my choice

Source:Anonymous

Tick Tock Until The Death Knocks

The truth is, this life we live is so complex
We never know, nor can we guess what will happen next
Whether if tomorrow will be a guaranteed day
Or even if our next breath will convey
And yet, we live our lives like a bunch of blind mice
Not knowing where we are destined, as if we’d live twice
However, the clock continues to go tick tock
Until you hear from death’s knock.


We ponder upon life giving the hereafter a cold shoulder
Thinking that we can play while younger and pray once we’re older
But no one ever said that you would live to see another day
When was the last time you visited the graves and witnessed this dismay?
From old men to new born babies, haven’t you realized there is no age for death?
Take heed before your time is up and before you’ve taken your last breath
Every soul shall taste death and this is the sure reality
Not a single human or jinn can run away from this calamity


We all need to stop this deep slumber and awaken
Before it’s too late and our souls are taken
While you waste your life disobeying the Lord who created you
Remember the punishment of the grave and hell fire which we know is true
On a day which foul and evil souls are violently retrieved
Then taken to the first heaven to be rejected and aggrieved
The evil soul is thereafter flung down with a mighty throw
This is where the questioning begins 6 feet below


These evil and dirty sins will surely lead us astray
Even worse for those who used to never pray
Death is surely a calamity which we all know is the reality
Still, we’ve all been given a chance to reach paradise with dignity
All we have to do is submit to Allah and commit
Commit to the rules of Islam in this life which they perfectly befit
Then we will be amongst those who are admitted to a beautiful place
With gardens, beneath which rivers flow and full of grace.