Wife of Mujahid

.........In the peak of sights
The wife of a Mujahid is like a candle
on her husband's darkest nights
continuing towards eternity with handle

==(mujahid) a man who fight for the islam

........Lighting his way
to the path of jihad feesiibilaah

....seeking only the pleasure of Allah
thou with deep love and fervent wish
for shahaada which doesn't diminish

==(shahaada ) one who dia in the way of islam

.........She the wife of a Mujahid..................
is a women of honor through her ghazwa (battle)
Who knows Ar-Rahman will catch her when she falls
The wife of a Mujahid- more like a women of taqwa
Who puts trust in her Lord when calamity befalls

..She the wife of a Mujahid...................

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is the ideal muminah who prays in mist of the night
Who is not blinded by pride and self-rightousness
But hides her attractions with a guidance of light
And guards her chasity with full hijab and firmness

.....She the wife of a mujahid.....................
A women of strength whom Allah she pleases and obeys
The ideal muslimah who engages much in Allah's praise
Indeed while preserving her self-respect and dignity
through her noble conduct among the living humanity

.....Jihad with sword is not mandatory upon her,
But she as a wife fulfilled her role for jihad

....On promise Day- hopefully in the peak of sights
She too will be sitting on a mountain of pearls
As angels and hoors serving her and her likes
Thus a vast mercy from the Lorld of the Worlds

Reality Of Life

....Reality Of Life....

Life isn't just full of happiness.
It's sun-sets, it's love, it's tears..
It's the thoughts of yesterdays memo.ries,
That can wash away all out fears...

It's that very painful experience..
That each one of us has had.
It's the laughter that fills the air..
It's the tears when you are sad.

It's loving that someone special...
That at one time made you smile....
It's the pain of losing that person...
But the memories that make it worthwhile...

It's that child in every one of us...
Although in time we'll all be old....
It's the good times we'll never forget...
It's the memories we'll always hold....

It's the hug that we all need...
When we'd rather drown in our sorrow....
It's the hope in every one of us...
That makes us hold on for tomorrow ....

shall we not revenge...?

If you prick us, ....do - We not bleed...?
if you tickle us, ...do we not laugh....?
if you poison us,.... do we not die...?
and if you wrong us,...shall we not revenge...?