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December 29, 2005
loser

by Gillette aka Hassan[uddin] Khaja

i'm everything i hated
criticized
reviled
a product of too much TV
and video games
where shaytaan won flawless victories
against my emaan

i've done nothing except criticize myself and others
with catchphrases
that the people never forget
but my heart never forgets
they think i bash people
i bash all of this miserable creation
including myself
and muslims who expected their beards and scarves
to shield them from criticism

i only learn when it's coming out of a woman
or a book with lots of white space
or a preacher who gets up there and shouts at me
shouts at me with everything
except ayaat and ahaadeeth
and real knowledge

the devil tempts me
with wealth
and women
and he wants me to blame everyone
except myself

i don't need your solution
i don't need unity
or more journalists
lawyers
doctors
engineers
six-figure professionals
i need my lord
i need his messenger's footsteps
the biggest losers are the ones
without the sunnah


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Faisal Akhtar said

"with catchphrases
that the people never forget"

Never shall we forget your lines man! Don't you worry about what people think. Here is some inspiration for the strangers just like you.

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
(Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.)

Never fear in taking the road less traveled.

I love the Ghuraba! I love them for the sake of Allah!

on December 29, 2005 1:34 PM
Ibtisam said

Assalaamu Alaikum folks(sisters and brothers),
so how's life been for you people?

on December 29, 2005 9:23 PM
Reader said

woah..w'Allahi you took the thoughts in my head that have been ping ponging in my mind tonight and put the thoughts into words.

This nafsanic struggle, this desire to beat my nafs into submission- it's so strong one moment, and so weak the next..

The first few words reeled me in quick- indeed I am "everything I hated".

on December 30, 2005 1:59 AM
Mohammed Irfan Shariff said

hmmmm

translation never does any justice

Bakara ayyat 286

Allah does not impose upon any soul a duty but to the extent of its ability; for it is (the benefit of) what it has earned and upon it (the evil of) what it has wrought: Our Lord! do not punish us if we forget or make a mistake; Our Lord! do not lay on us a burden as Thou didst lay on those before us, Our Lord do not impose upon us that which we have not the strength to bear; and pardon us and grant us protection and have mercy on us, Thou art our Patron, so help us against the unbelieving people.

on December 31, 2005 6:24 PM
gillette said

Five comments in the last ten days? People are reading, right?

on December 31, 2005 9:36 PM
Ibtisam said

i am a looser,
very very good poem. I just read it.

on January 1, 2006 10:36 PM
Donald Duck said

Assalamualaikum,
I am ashamed to say it, but i m a loser too. May Allah Guide us all all.

MashAllah really good poem Hasan, keep up the goos work.

on January 3, 2006 1:25 AM
Donald Duck said

I meant to say, good work.

on January 3, 2006 1:26 AM
asef said

Salaam br hassan:

Good effort man!!! Masha'Allah!

by the way...who is a loser...Qur'aan puts it best in Surah Asr:

1. By (the Token of) Time (through the ages),

2. Verily Man is in loss,

3. Except such as have Faith, and do righteous deeds, and (join together) in the mutual teaching of Truth, and of Patience and Constancy.

...cant beat how Allah summarises for us all...Alhamdulillah!

on January 4, 2006 5:43 PM
N said

Just thought I'd share something that makes me happy reading and listening to (from Deenport.com)...

Ya Nafsu translation:

Should you not gain your wants, my soul, then be not grieved;
But hasten to that banquet which your Lord's bequeathed.

And when a thing for which you ask is slow to come,
Then know that often through delay are gifts received.

Find solace in privation and respect its due,
For only by contentment is the heart relieved.

And know that when the trials of life have rendered you
Despairing of all hope, and of all joy bereaved,

Then shake yourself and rouse yourself from heedlessness,
And make pure hope a meadow that you never leave.

Your Maker's gifts take subtle and uncounted forms.
How fine the fabric of the world His hands have weaved.

The journey done, they came to the water of life,
And all the caravan drank deep, their thirst relieved.

Far be it from the host to leave them thirsty there,
His spring pours forth all generosity received.

My Lord, my trust in all Your purposes is strong,
That trust is now my shield; I'm safe, and undeceived.

All those who hope for grace from You will feel Your rain;
Too generous are You to leave my branch unleaved.

May blessings rest upon the loved one, Muhammad,
Who's been my means to high degrees since I believed.

He is my fortress and my handhold, so my soul,
Hold fast, and travel to a joy still unconceived.

- Ali bin Husayn al-Habshi (translated by Abdal Hakim Murad)

on January 4, 2006 9:58 PM
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