++Pictures of ISLAMIC MIRACLE...

Click the link to see ISLAMIC MIRACLE..

http://www.islamiczone.netfirms.com/Miracle.htm

SubhanAllah..Allah Hu Akbar~!!

++Whispers of SATAN poem..

Whispers of Satan
By Sould Advisor

Stay in your bed, don’t make a fuss.
Your prayers can wait; give in to your nafs. (1)

What! Go to the mosque, the path you’ll pave?
Don’t bother, think of the gas you’ll save.

Why go the extra miles to be kind?
Don’t share that smile, they won’t mind!

Listen to your parents, why should you?
You’re big enough, don’t let them tell you what to do!

Don’t look at those orphans, what could they need?
You have your own problems, and family to feed.

Wear good Hijab? Oh me, Oh my, you’ll be targeted as a Muslim and put to shame.
Just wear no makeup, and dress simple and plain.

Go for Jihad? No not you.
It’s not your problem, what can you do?

Don’t worry about Jannah, your place is reserved.
I promise you’ll get all you deserve.

Preach about Islam, and be nice?
Listen to me, and take my advice!!!

Don’t fast during Ramadan, you’ll feel dead.
Don’t go for Hajj, the heat you’ll dread.

Why give charity, or feed the poor?
Don’t do it I say, They’ll just ask for more.

Don’t visit the Muslims, they’ll bite your back.
Don’t stop your work for prayer, it’s money you lack.

Then he makes you hoard your wealth.
He thinks while he talks, and laughs to himself.

You take me as your friend, and don’t give me a fight.
I’ll take you to hell to gain respite.

On the judgement day we will meet.
Allah’s plan we can not defeat.

Shatan thinks and thinks of more to say.
Say A’ oothoo billahi, and make him run away.

Dear believer, don’t let shatan put you to the test.
You can overcome him, just do your best.

(1) Nafs: Arabic word meaning self. (yourself)

++The Muslim Woman "UNVEILED" poem

The Muslim Woman "Unveiled"
By Izdehar Albowyha

~~ You look at me and call me oppressed, ~~ Simply because of the way I'm dressed, ~~ You know me not for what's inside, ~~ You judge the clothing I wear with pride, ~~ My body's not for your eyes to hold, ~~ You must speak to my mind, not my feminine mold, ~~ I'm an individual, I'm no mans slave, ~~ It's Allahs pleasure that I only crave, ~~ I have a voice so I will be heard, ~~ For in my heart I carry His word, ~~ " O ye women, wrap close your cloak, ~~ So you won't be bothered by ignorant folk", ~~ Man doesn't tell me to dress this way, ~~ It's a Law from God that I obey, ~~ Oppressed is something I'm truly NOT, ~~ For liberation is what I've got, ~~ It was given to me many years ago, ~~ With the right to prosper, the right to grow, ~~ I can climb moutains or cross the seas, ~~ Expand my mind in all degrees, ~~ For God Himself gave us LIB-ER-TY, ~~ When He sent Islam, ~~ To You and Me!

++To a Non-Muslims Women Poem

To a Non-Muslims Woman
From Rashid Khan


When you look at meAll that you can seeis the scarf that covers my hairMy words you can't hearbecause you're too full of fear,mouth gaping, all you do is stareYou think it's not my choicein your own "liberation" rejoice.

You think I'm uneducated,trapped, oppressed and subjugated,You're so thankful that you're free.

But non-Muslim woman you've got it wrongYou're the weak and I'm the strong.

For I've rejected the trap of man.Fancy clothes - low neck, short skirtthose are devices for pain and hurt.I'm not falling for that little plan.I'm a person with ideas and thought.I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.

I'm me - not a fancy toy,I won't decorate anyone's arm,nor be promoted for my charm.There is more to be than playing coy.Living life as a balancing game - mother,daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, loverand still bring home a wage.Who thought up this modern "freedom"?

Where man can love'em and man can leave'em.This is not free, but life in a cage.Always jumping to a male agendacompeting on his terms.

No job share, no creche facilities,no feeding and nappy changing amenitiesNo time off for menstrual pain,"hormones" they laugh "what a shame"No equal pay equal skillyour job they can always fill.No promotion unless you're sterilised.

No promotion unless you're sexually terrorised.And this is liberation?Non-Muslim woman you can have your life.Mine - it has less strife.

I cover and I get respected,surely that's to be expected,for I won't demean the feminine,

I won't live to male criterion,I dance to my own tuneand I hope you see this very soon.For your own sake - wake up and use your sight.Are you so sure that you are right?

++PARADISE (Syurga) ~ Islamic Poem..

Paradise

Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise
For the believer ,this life is just like a cage
For the unbeliever, it’s the ultimate stage
Little does he know about the awaiting reward
Which is full of luxuries, where no-one gets bored
You’ll enter the gate of paradise, if it’s in your fate
Your deeds and actions will determine by which gate
No worldly things will you ever miss
On entering the gate, you’ll be surrounded by bliss
Four rivers will be granted by the Divinecontaining water and milk, honey and wine
People will live in mansions built high
Where they’ll live forever, no-one will die
It’s bricks will be made of silver and gold
The climate will be perfect, not hot and not cold
A hundred years it will take to circle a tree
Surrounded by loved ones for all eternity
There will be no calls of nature, no-one will sleep
There will be no worries, no one will weep
When people sweat, it will smell of musk
Allah SWT will be praised from dawn till dusk
Everyone will be aged 30 or 33
And they’ll stay at that age for eternity
The inhabitants will be wearing a beautiful green gown
Sitting on thrones, wearing a crown
People will be happy, there’ll be no remorse
To visit others, they’ll have a flying horse
Men will have 2 houris as their wives
Who will remain with them for the rest of their lives
On Friday there will be a dinner for people of all races
And a bazaar where people can exchange their faces!
When walking along there’ll be many meetings
With prophets and angels, exchanging greetings
Such is the ecstasy that will then prevail
When Allah SWT removes His veil
There will be no kings, there will be no peasants
And everyone will see the Divine Allah’s presence
There are 100 levels to paradise and we should pray
That Al Firdaus, the highest will be where we stay
Allah SWT has showered us with His grace
And we have to be worthy to show our face
Whatever we do, we’ll pay the price
In the depths of hell or in paradise