A terrible situation in Syria
Innocents being tortured and killed
No-one can call themselves human
And do these acts
As I sit here I wonder what I can do to help
Prayers of course, sincere prayers
But what other sincere action?
Yes I have donated to a relief effort
And am writing this to encourage
Action in others
But feel I should be doing more
In these situations I realise a few people in power
Exercise such control over so many others
Like the top of a pyramid
Overseeing and controlling the rest
But surely the top is only there
Because of the foundation
If people move their support
The top falls
And this is what has happened
In the Arab Spring
People discontent and rising
With rulers violently trying to stay in power
Let’s pray, donate, do whatever else we can
Taking some time out
To help our fellow human beings
We are all part of one body
When one part is in distress
Surely the whole aches?
So let’s not ignore that which is part of ourselves
Thereby adding injustice to injustice
Show support.
Assalamuallaikum
Hi there,
How’s your life? Wish you okay.
Well, I am in rush bloody stress hours. Not look like an angel. I always have not alot of sexiest dreams. Dreaming that I can sail around the world with someone loves me much muaaacchhh. Making stories with you only. Then, being a wife and a mother of your children. Going to make a lil’ family. In short, I am a cool dreamer. *oops* Lately, my days changed. Totally not wrong if people thinks that I am a lebay gal. Yap, no offense about it. I admit. So, please let me tell something called confession. Let me introduce my (really) myself. *weak bow* What is it? First, I am an ordinary girl. Just really ordinary! I can smile with nothing. No causing. Crying when you tell about what life love is. Yess, I can cry suddenly when see romantic movie. Or becoming shy when somebody saying “Hey, . How beautiful you are!“. *really?* Second, I am lil’ shy in telling what I want. I prefer write what I feel than show it. But, truthly I am not a shy girl. Just can’t say when I meet somebody that steal my deepest life! My lips’s totally freezed! Stuck. *hate* They say, “speechless niyeee“. Third, last but least, I am totally sensitive about who people that love my love! *headache* Well, make it simple. I am a very very very jealousy girl! Urgh, parahnya saya. I can kill any people named ‘woman’ in da world who wants to steal my love it’s you from me. I can be a murderer if you need. Easy, it’s just my dream. Still kinds of my bad side. Deal? I am totally woman! Even people always said “Talking with u just like talking with a guy. She has a quite thinking like a man. Thinking or responsing problem logically“. Well, thanks for it. But, again I am still a girl! *hit* Need understanding more than you do, man! Oh, man. I am just telling what really you supposed to know. *please!* I wake up this morning with no smile. Why? Simple answer, I’m sad. Can’t feel what must I feel. Can’t touch what most I want. And, simple again. I just cry! Remember that you’re not allowed tobe in my dream! *sigh* I do not hate it much. Bloody hits me! I scream loudly in my heart. Why? What happen in me actually? *sigh* Oh, that’s me! What a strange girl, huh?
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Kamis, 07 Maret 2013
Burma
What's going on?
Tears, fears, lies
Muslims losing their homes
Done by the devil in disguise
Why is muslims sending muslims away?
It's like we are regressing day by day
Can't Bangladesh let them stay
What Burma's doing is just a kaafir's game play.
Times ticking the Muslim Ummah's losing their own
Can't we follow our Prophet (pbuh) as what he has shown
We are weak even though we have grown
To the dogs the Rohingya they have thrown.
News has spread all over the web
Can't we help them as they ebb
Muslims can feel the tears they shed
Can't Imam Mahdi come by whom we will be led.
This message i have put to say
Its getting worse day by day
Inshallah we will remember them in our prayers
Allah will remove all our fears.
Tears, fears, lies
Muslims losing their homes
Done by the devil in disguise
Why is muslims sending muslims away?
It's like we are regressing day by day
Can't Bangladesh let them stay
What Burma's doing is just a kaafir's game play.
Times ticking the Muslim Ummah's losing their own
Can't we follow our Prophet (pbuh) as what he has shown
We are weak even though we have grown
To the dogs the Rohingya they have thrown.
News has spread all over the web
Can't we help them as they ebb
Muslims can feel the tears they shed
Can't Imam Mahdi come by whom we will be led.
This message i have put to say
Its getting worse day by day
Inshallah we will remember them in our prayers
Allah will remove all our fears.
Come Back to Him
New Poetry!!!!
Name:Come back To Him
Pro Date:10 December 2012
Written By:Cabdisaabir Yuusuf
If you come to him, he can change your life.
This was a masquerade, when you showed you can walk without him.
Thinking about how to stand alone, without your creator.
Feeling disappointed in your heart, you were destroying your thoughts and misbehaved it and that is why everyone is miserable.
If you come back to him, he can change your life.
When you were close to the minuscule moment, you stop and thought this is far fetched
You were the prelude since you were trying, but it was over when you felt the premonition and it was over.
If you come back to him, He can change your life.
You were querulous, seeking someone to quell the ember in your drilled heart.
You were quibbling all the Time, Because you cross over your quota, you ravaged the greatest moments. But ,
If you come back to him, he can change your life.
You never thought that, you only go as far as you push, but that was the hardest thing to do.
Don’t let the past hold you back, you are missing the good stuff.
Life is shorter, if you don’t look around once in a while you might miss it.
If you come back to him, he can change your life..
Name:Come back To Him
Pro Date:10 December 2012
Written By:Cabdisaabir Yuusuf
If you come to him, he can change your life.
This was a masquerade, when you showed you can walk without him.
Thinking about how to stand alone, without your creator.
Feeling disappointed in your heart, you were destroying your thoughts and misbehaved it and that is why everyone is miserable.
If you come back to him, he can change your life.
When you were close to the minuscule moment, you stop and thought this is far fetched
You were the prelude since you were trying, but it was over when you felt the premonition and it was over.
If you come back to him, He can change your life.
You were querulous, seeking someone to quell the ember in your drilled heart.
You were quibbling all the Time, Because you cross over your quota, you ravaged the greatest moments. But ,
If you come back to him, he can change your life.
You never thought that, you only go as far as you push, but that was the hardest thing to do.
Don’t let the past hold you back, you are missing the good stuff.
Life is shorter, if you don’t look around once in a while you might miss it.
If you come back to him, he can change your life..
The World
I see crowds of people impatient to assume the world
I started to question because I never felt certain
I learn such a vision of the streets a little more than words
at the point where language falls away a whole lot of pain
The myths and realities, crime and popular culture
as they sit and think they cross themselves in fear,
I watched the fire blazing of things past! Who was unaware?
It was no dream as they putted themselves in danger!
A driveby shooting through the ghetto been close to tragedy,
move from the gates now behind the state another man down
think not of them the purpose of fighting of the human misery.
For the sake of God or for the sake of personal gain?
Another of the atheist's questions and diseases of the heart
involved in magic addicted to desires and pleasures, manipulators!
Educated in this cold streets a feeling invoking the past
let me be true, I flew like a flash, ups! Trials and tribulations.
Paranoia rolling with this one and that one and everything around,
before I understood this place and my heart's conditions
much silence on between like a thread to hold in the mind
withholding the tongue not withholding the heart and actions.
Don't talk to talk if you walk to walk who walk the talk?
Actions are distinguished one from the other, another mob suspect
the menace of the years the poison of the fake,
the knowledge forms the foundation is just a different aspect
The time resumes by chances what we cannot say or guess
I try to resist to temptations as men strives for right
I am struggling and seeking to find the way and truthfulness
and doors succeed doors of true minds, is this sight?
I started to question because I never felt certain
I learn such a vision of the streets a little more than words
at the point where language falls away a whole lot of pain
The myths and realities, crime and popular culture
as they sit and think they cross themselves in fear,
I watched the fire blazing of things past! Who was unaware?
It was no dream as they putted themselves in danger!
A driveby shooting through the ghetto been close to tragedy,
move from the gates now behind the state another man down
think not of them the purpose of fighting of the human misery.
For the sake of God or for the sake of personal gain?
Another of the atheist's questions and diseases of the heart
involved in magic addicted to desires and pleasures, manipulators!
Educated in this cold streets a feeling invoking the past
let me be true, I flew like a flash, ups! Trials and tribulations.
Paranoia rolling with this one and that one and everything around,
before I understood this place and my heart's conditions
much silence on between like a thread to hold in the mind
withholding the tongue not withholding the heart and actions.
Don't talk to talk if you walk to walk who walk the talk?
Actions are distinguished one from the other, another mob suspect
the menace of the years the poison of the fake,
the knowledge forms the foundation is just a different aspect
The time resumes by chances what we cannot say or guess
I try to resist to temptations as men strives for right
I am struggling and seeking to find the way and truthfulness
and doors succeed doors of true minds, is this sight?
RACISM
Black,White theres not much to say
From Mohammad Alis time and even till today
Racist incidents spreading all over the news
Just cuz of our looks we are getting abused
We believe in our faiths were suddenly bad
Just cuz of our dress sense they think were mad
Personally, I see no change
The same stares looking at me as if I'm strange
As if I dont belong here
Why do I sense that they fear
We're still the same, same feelings, same heart
Its just our beliefs thats driving us apart
Don't judge a book by its cover
They may seem they dont care, but inside they suffer
Help one another
Listen to your mother and your father
Fight for your rights
Pray with all might
To Allah (swt) our lord
Learn to love is something you cant afford
From Mohammad Alis time and even till today
Racist incidents spreading all over the news
Just cuz of our looks we are getting abused
We believe in our faiths were suddenly bad
Just cuz of our dress sense they think were mad
Personally, I see no change
The same stares looking at me as if I'm strange
As if I dont belong here
Why do I sense that they fear
We're still the same, same feelings, same heart
Its just our beliefs thats driving us apart
Don't judge a book by its cover
They may seem they dont care, but inside they suffer
Help one another
Listen to your mother and your father
Fight for your rights
Pray with all might
To Allah (swt) our lord
Learn to love is something you cant afford
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