Forgive Me Allah

Here I am..
This is me,
Just a weak, really weak
Human being,
In front of you my beloved,
I am here,
With a heart bleeding, with tears dropping,
With a body shivering, with pain exploding,
Asking you for forgiveness and mercy,
Oh Allah,
Sometimes my life may be corrupted and rough,
Sometimes my tests and journeys get so tough,
But for the sake of you,
It will never be enough!
What have I done to come closer to you Allah?
All what I have done is worth nothing!
And when I give up just a small thing for your sake,
You give me something better in its place!
But, what can I do?
In front of you, oh Allah,
Shouldn’t I have shame?
Shouldn’t I keep putting on myself blame?
I look at all the things you gave me,
And it’s sad to say,
That sometimes a day
Might pass,
Without remembering,
To even
Say, Alhamdulillah!
And if I want to name all what you gave me
I know that,
Surely,
It will take me years and years
To go through them all,
That is if I remember them all; and maybe…
Just maybe
There are other things
I still don’t know about…!
Oh Allah,
This is only one thing I might forget to do
And I ask you to always guide me upon what is true
For your love would always be what I want to pursue
To you alone I pray and cry and
To please you I really humbly try
And you I obey, worship and abide
And you are the one who will always be on my side…
And today
I will strive to be a better Muslim than yesterday
Only you know my destiny
And what’s the best in me
So lead me to the right way
And don’t let me take the wrong way and sway
I am your slave
And I ask you to always keep me strong and brave
In this world full of harsh waves

 Nurul Faridah (Nufary)

A Message to my mama

O'my mama for blessings i seek,
Although one day at your room i peak,
I found you praying and you made a plea,
" O'Allah have mercy upon Hafiz with peace,
He's my eldest son make him a prince,
Crown him with blessings and give him a sense,
A sense of jugdement and make money his fence."

O' my mama i remember when i come back from school,
You already have served my favourite soup,
You never bother to call my brothers,
You have one special love that made you bother,
About me and no one else my mother,
I wish tears could prove to you am now another,
You are four times greater than my friendly father,
Tears ran down my cheek like a hot weather,
When i remembered we wouln't be together,
One has to depart to leave the other,
But I am a one man army mom,
Dont worry,
I am a one man army mom,
Dont bother.

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"Nurul Faridah and her mama"

 

What is a muslima?

Oh muslima what does this mean?
She is a sister in Islam
A beauty in this ummah
Why is she different?

She's different because of her modesty,
She covers up to show dignity,
She is not shameful,
Allah is powerful, provided her with a face brightened with nuur,
She understands the power of Allah and there by covers up,
Not because she is oppressed.
Because she is a representation of this modest and peaceful religion. 

You can mock her,
But this will just motivate her,
It shows her what this life is for
It pushes her to fight for her place in Jannat. 

Her behaviour reciprocates her dignity,
You can give her looks,
For she will feel your stare,
Though her gaze is low
She does not care.
She smiles.

This is a muslima,
A jewel in Islam

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..Nurul Faridah..

 

My RIGHT

Everyone has rights,
But not I right? 

Because I am secure with my identity;
Ready to flaunt it everywhere, proudly,
But you, you just prevent me,
Claiming it’s for the best, that’s your philosophy,
And you make some laws to control me!

But see I don’t need your permission.
Calling my identity oppression?
I think it’s just a hint of submission,
To my beloved religion,
And I made this decision.

Yet you took my rights to follow my soul.
That is not freedom as I recall.
Back home they respect my call,
Adore it, praise it and all,
Is that why you want my country to fall?

Just let me be who I am.
Freely, passing out my salam,
Preparing for the final exam,
A good Muslim femme,
In MY hijab... Showing off MY Islam.

Bismillah. ( Glory be to Allah and i begin with praise of Him'.)

The beauty of our women.

She's smart, modest, coy and witty, mashallah and she is so pretty. shes your nana, mother, sister and neice, without whom i know, i'd be missing a peice. she works, cooks and cleans, loves to drive, travel and ooh she also loves to reaad.
Most non-muslims would say that she was oppressed but thats probably because of the way that she is dressed, if only they knew she was too keen to impress! Allahu Akbar! she would so openly express...that life was nothing but a test.

She would explain with pure ettiquite, yet standing her ground, with words so peircing that even the non-believers would frown, my dear sister truly did outshine those women in the crowd, that wear clothes so revealing, and in shaytans eyes; definently more appealing.
Mashallah, she didnt succumb to temptation, she lowered her gaze and continued on her way as the time had come to go and pray, while the women in the office gossiped all day and complained about the men who talk to their blouses all day and the men who were interested but in the wrong way. Please ask yourselves women of today, how opressed was she when she went off to pray??
Remember that time you took that tumble and she came to your rescue with a smile so humble, she scooped you up and told you with no fear baby dont worry im here, im here.
Remember how she wrapped you up in her fragranced scarf, and when you were out still showed you her love, cuddled you up and in secret, lifted up her veil, and told you great tales and made you smile without fail. She is amazing isn't she? no one can compare, never opressed and never reluctant to share, a home full of happiness, laughter, joy and that contagious smile, a man would most definently travel for miles and miles, just for a glimpse of her natural beauty, a man who was also striving for his call of duty.
A man will travel to the other side of the world in search for his other half if Allah willed, and i assure you her relatives will be pleased, Allah knows best! she would agree... as he is all powerful, all knowing and highly skilled :) Allahu Akbar!
The beauty of our women is truly a treasure, safeguarding our chastity with fear and with pleasure, i wish we were all like this as this so called opression would end. The beauty of our women is a true gift that was sent. 
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ida nufary 

to my sis, you know who are you :)

This poem is dedicated to my precious sister who is expecting a fourth child by the will of Allah.Life tested her beyond misery,I'm proud to share her blood....

Fresh, the breath of life within.
Thee, whose heart is bold.

Strong, the bones that form the image.
Thee, whose love you hold.

Sweet the lips you've not yet kissed.
A creation to protect and guide.

Wholesome and true,Gods gift to you,
A family by your side.

Deny not your soul of your life long goal.
Keep high that beautiful head.

Our friendship so rare and blood that we share.
Know the cruel past is gone and dead.

love u always...hug ur bump 4 me!

Ida Nufary