Learn More

Yassar Ali

Rookie (23-05-90 / Ultimate Safe Haven, Halifax UK)

Losing My Way

Lost was I without my imaan
Sitting beside me was shaytaan
Seeing as I never used to pray
I slowly started losing my way
I was leading the life of an idiotic cursed fool
Not remembering the Almighty and His blessed Rasool
Until I saw my brothers united in the remembrance of the Almighty
I suddenly realised my mistakes and grasped my imaan tightly
Music has become forbidden to me
A true believer is what I aim to be
He who fails to see the Almighty’s signs
Will surely pay for each and every one of his crimes
The Almighty truly is the king of the righteous and fair
The All-Knowing hasn’t placed a burden upon us that we can’t bear
What you wish for yourself is what you should wish for others
Remembering that we are all Muslim brothers
Whilst we walk around in lacoste and Armani
Our brothers are dying for droplets of panee
We have shelter, food and clothing yet we complain
Whilst our brothers have neither and are in pain
The devil has covered our eyes
And whispers in our ears only lies
When we read prayer he sighs
Trying to keep us from paradise
As a clear Warner our Rasool was sent
Lets give up our bad habits and repent

Submitted: Sunday, January 25, 2009

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Losing My Way by Yassar Ali )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  3. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  4. Christmas Trees, Robert Frost
  5. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  6. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  7. Television, Roald Dahl
  8. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  9. Hymn To Joy, Friedrich Schiller
  10. Design, Robert Frost

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Jane Brontë

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure - secret tears
...... Read complete »

[Hata Bildir]