Dust Is My Bed...

Dust is my bed, embraces me and it's my cover now

The sand surrounds me even behind my back
And the grave tells a dankness of my affliction
And the brightness draws a line

Where is my family's love? They sold my loyalty!
And where is my group of friends? They left my brotherhood!
Where is the bliss of money? It's behind my back now
And my name (reputation) where is it shine between praises
This is my end and this is my bed....

And love farewells its longing and my elegizing cried
And the tears went dry after crying
And the universe became narrow and so is my space
And the grave became my ground and sky
This is my end and this is my bed.....

Fear fills my estrangement and sadness is my illness
I expect firmness and I swear it's my cure
And for Allah I pray faithfully, you are my hope
Allah! I desire heaven, to find bliss in it

And for Allah I pray faithfully, you are my hope
Allah! I desire heaven, to find bliss in it.....

Nasheed Title: Farshy Al Turab (Dust Is My Bed)

Singer: Meshary Al Arada

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Poem for Hijabis...

And nicely sang by this Lebanese guy. I still dont know his name or is he a singer or not. But he got an amazing voice I must say. 

This is a classic poem by Sheikh Ahmed bin Ali Al-Ajmy and this guy sang it in his own version. Nice...


The Translation:
My sister in God, dont let the devil mislead you
The hijab (veil) is obligatory, from our kind Lord
Our sister, we have heard something strange
People have uttered unworthy talk about the Hijab
They said it is a tent, hung over the necks (of women)
They called for the liberation of women; and they wrote books for it
They drew out a road to immorality; so as to 'not waste' the young men
O our sister, this is the howl of offense from the wolves
So Hell-fire is the home of oppressors; for them is the punishment
God will reveal justice on the day of judgement
And Jannah is the home, and what a beautiful welcome back it is!


The good is from Allah, the bad is from my own mistakes.


Ilal Liqaa'...!!

Allah Knows Best

Allah knows what’s best for us, so why should we complain

We always want the sunshine, but He knows there must be rain

We always want the laughter, and the merriment of cheer

But our hearts will lose their tenderness, if we never shed a tear.

Allah tests us often, with suffering and with sorrow

He tests us not to punish us, but to help us meet tomorrow

For growing trees are strengthened, if they withstand the storm

And the sharp cut of the chisel, gave the marble grace and form

Allah tests us often and for every pain He gives to us

Provided we’re patient is followed by rich again

So whenever we feel that everything is going wrong
It is just Allah’s way to make our spirit’s strong.