Filed under Allah, Poetry by Wael on November 20, 2011 at 11:05 am
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All I Have is You
All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No lover, no fighter, no comforter
All I have is you
All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No strength, no hope, no wishes
All I have is you
All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No colors, no peace, no whispers
All I have is you
All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No pride, no beauty, no certainty
All I have is you
All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
No future, no patience, no ease
All I have is you
All I have is you Allah, all I have is you
And you are everything that I lack
All I have is you
- Amy Estrada, 11-19-2011
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Filed under Poetry by Wael on August 22, 2011 at 2:35 am
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A Gate Called Ar-Rayyaan
Allahumma, Ar-Rahman,
let me in through Ar-Rayyaan,
with my daughter hand in hand.
Or if not, then shake me loose
of all I’ve done;
brush the sins off me like dust
and show me the path
to Bab As-Salat.
Or Bab Al-Hajj, or Bab-As-Saum.
Let me come home,
let me come home to You.
Bab At-Tawbah, Bab Al-Jihad,
with my child, that’s all I ask,
and let all else vanish
beneath the waters, or be taken
by the wind.
Wael Abdelgawad
August 22, 2011
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Filed under Allah, Inspiring Quotations by Wael on August 4, 2011 at 10:34 pm
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In Allah’s Loving Hands
May Allah swt be with you every step that you take,
May HE guide you with each decision you make,
May HE help you when life gets rough,
May HE lift you when you’ve had enough,
May HE protect you when you fall,
May HE hear you when you call,
May all your duas be accepted,
May you always be in Allah swt’s loving hands. Ramadan Mubarak x
- Anonymous Muslimah
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Filed under Gratitude, Pain and Suffering by Wael on April 14, 2011 at 10:16 pm
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Fill it With Al-Fatihah
Wounded brother, sister in belief:
pour out your cup of hurt and grief
and fill it with lavender leaf.
Fill it with sunlight seed
and the moon’s reedy laugh.
Fill it with the history of grass,
and the joy of breath.
Fill it with hope
and the poetry of God.
Fill it with Quran
and the moment before dawn.
Fill it with Allah’s soul-saving light,
and the power of His love
expressing in your life.
Fill it with dhikr like gold,
and Prophetic stories
that were old
a thousand years ago.
Fill your cup with beach foam
and the smell of baking bread;
with the mark of prayer
impressed upon your head;
with lemon drop soup
and the comfort of your bed.
Fill it with gratitude
for His gifts from above.
Fill your cup, and laugh,
for you are loved.
Wael Abdelgawad
April 14, 2011
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Filed under Letters from Readers, Love by Wael on April 10, 2011 at 10:07 am
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Sister Wafa submitted the following poem:
As the Seasons Change
As the seasons change
The leaves turn yellow, orange and brown
eventually falling
the trees are looking bare now
The sky is grey
Winter has arrived outside my door
The most merciful the great is protecting me from it all.
My heart is filled with warmth from his grace upon me.
You are the one and the only that will make the seasons change within my heart.
- Wafa
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Filed under Inner Peace, Poetry by Wael on March 20, 2011 at 10:00 pm
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Lead Into Gold
Allah, giver of peace:
Your love has transformed me
like an alchemist’s dream
of lead into gold.
I was old, bent under the weight
of years of confusion,
but now I stand straight, far-seeing,
light on my feet and gleaming,
golden like a lion’s pelt,
a sunrise in my eyes.
- Wael Abdelgawad
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Filed under Gratitude, Hope and Trust by Wael on February 1, 2011 at 9:12 am
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A Peace That Sings
By Shireen
My soul breathes a breath it has never quite taken before
So crisp, so clean, so pure
And a giddy little grin will peak upon my lips
For no particular reason, just a peace within sings so deep
And though the meaning of life’s lesson is upon me now
I can’t help but feel that I know nothing of anything, but to God I remain, to God I bow
Time and time again we search, we befriend but in the end there are things that remain questionable
Should a friend really be so textable?
Really, is there nothing else to do other then keep us entertained
Twitter,or Facebook, Blackberry or Iphone, Google and Amazon E books
It’s all the same really, friends too many
One or two may know me
But never have they given me this feeling I feel
This ease, this lightness upon my chest, this gushing goodness of “man, God is Indeed The Best!”
Why? some may ask. Wasn’t that a test?
Yes, but a test is only a question mark away from a reward
Will you submit to that which you cannot control? Or will your choice be hard, and dramatic turmoil?
I resolve with, I need not fight if I have the angels fighting for me
I will not wander blindly when I have light making a way clearly
I will not speak ill of what’s meant to be, when I have the All Knowing watching over me
I will not be among the ungrateful, before I become alone just me and me
My life is a breath of fresh air for which I pray lasts until I return home
Though fears I have, it’s not something any human can console
For words don’t come when I try to speak it, just thoughts and only God Knows the Meanings
So I stop here, Praising the All Knowing, The All Wise
Hoping for the best, fearing my weaknesses and begging for success!
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Filed under Poetry by Wael on January 2, 2011 at 4:49 pm
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The following poem is written by sister María M, a very recent convert to Islam. She lives in Spain.
I Choose to Follow Him
I choose to follow Him,
despite others opinion,
despite others judgment,
despite others whispering,
despite others look,..
I choose to follow Him,
surrendering to His Love,
claiming for His Forgiveness,
asking for His Compasion,
enjoying His Grace,…
I choose to follow Him,
falling to my knees,
puting my eyes down,
living His Word as
the air I breath,
being His Blessings
the blood in my veins,…
I choose to follow Him,
thanking for every step I take,
greeting everyone I meet,
conscious of my ignorance,
trying to be my best,…
I choose to follow Him
knowing that…
It was His choice not mine
that I choose to follow Him.
- María M, January 2 2011
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Filed under Children's Stories and Songs, Poetry by Wael on December 21, 2010 at 2:10 pm
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By Wael Abdelgawad | IslamicSunrays.com
There’s a children’s song that I learned as a teenager, at the Muslim Youth Camp. It’s called, “Mighty Mighty Muslims”, and it’s just a little ditty, more of a travelling song than anything else:
We are the Muslims,
the mighty mighty Muslims,
everywhere we go
people want to know
who we are,
who we are,
so we tell them,
so we tell them,
We are the Muslims (and repeat).
By the way, some Muslims apparently chanted this at New York City’s annual Muslim Day Parade, and some non-Muslim observers took offense, as they found it to be supremacist or exclusive in some way. That’s nonsense. Chanting it at a NYC parade may not have been the brightest idea in the current climate of growing bigotry; but I never thought of this as anything but a children’s song, a way of helping kids to feel good and positive about their faith in an environment that is often discriminatory against it. It’s not about being better than anyone else or putting anyone else down.
The fact is that everywhere we go (if we are dressed in traditional Islamic garb like kufi caps or hijab) people do take notice. Sometimes they stare, sometimes ask questions about our faith, and sometimes cast insults. This song is a way of saying to kids, hey, it’s okay if people notice you, andyou have nothing to be ashamed of. Be proud and strong in your faith.
Who would have thought a little children’s song could become a political issue? SubhanAllah, things have gotten ridiculous these days. May Allah guide them.
Did you learn this song as a child? I’m curious how well known it is.
I decided to expand it just a little to turn it into a teaching song for Salma (my daughter) and other Muslim children. Here’s my expanded version:
Bismillah we say
when we start the day
and everywhere we go
people want to know
who we are, who we are,
so we tell them, so we tell them,
We are the Muslims,
mighty mighty Muslims,
no matter where we’re from
we say salamu alaykum,
we pray in the night
and at the morning light.
If anyone is desperate to know the tune, I could record it and put it on here. But be warned, I’m no singer. Maybe someone else could take it and make something really catchy out of it.
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Filed under Poetry by Wael on November 28, 2010 at 10:07 pm
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An American bison
Aspen and Bitterroot
You glow
like Venus in the delicate dawn’s light.
You are sunshine
on blue water,
a patch of sky, bright
on a winter day,
an aspen
shaking off snow.
A flash of flowing robe
and clear eyes.
I am a dark star,
a sculpted bronze
coated in tar,
a stranger than fiction
Truman Capote dream.
I’ve got bitterroot tea
for blood. I’m the last
bison on the plain,
struck by bullets
from passing trains.
Will I wake one morning
and feel strangely light,
the pain and fright of a lifetime
flooded away
as if by my native Nile,
leaving me scoured,
pure, blinking like a child?
Will I stand and stretch,
laugh in surprise, and then,
remembering my Lord,
bow and prostrate, purifed?
Wael Abdelgawad, November 2010
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