IRIS

I grow up with this covering over my head They told me it's a command of my Creator I begin to wonder its purpose, what is it for? Why? Why? Why? Come the question Little did I know until I began to know it's purpose Then I realize that my Hijab is but my precious jewel. This clothing over my head brings me honour I'm respected by people and held in high regard In every occasion my words counts Any time I walk, I'm filled with light My Hijab, my honour. Each time there is trouble, I get left out On many occasions I have been saved from chaos Men keep a distance due to respect With my Hijab, I become brave and face obstacles And once again I was saved from their plot My Hijab, my protection Call it local, I don't care Some never know what it worth, so they become the ignorant Some did but never care, they just choose to ignore I know I'm not outdated 'coz it's in vogue My Hijab, my civilization With this piece of clothing I

Come, Come, Come and answer the summon! Call the lazy drunk and the ignorant bartender. Bring the prostitutes and the Slay Queens. Let the vicious robbers and the Mushrik lend me their ears. Invite the false preachers and the soothsayers. Oh! Children of Adam and followers of Muhammad I call upon thy Rouse and beware because the time is here. Be aware and prepare for that which is near. The signs are appearing and are crystal clear. For that which was stated is almost upon us. Who will survive from drowning in loss? Save are the souls of those who believe and do good, And exhort one another to truth and patience. Be awakened as the time is nigh (Al Asr)

At a time, I am a lime. I don't love , I blame love. Never mind things, I kept aloof. I have no feelings, I'm not a believer. I crave for comfort but I don't give an effort. Like a cool breeze at night I remember, Your love came over me and gave me comfort I never want to give in but it took me. Down on me was that feeling of you. I yearn for you like I never did. Just like a prisoner I lock your love safely in my heart. Come once again come with your comfort. Lemme in to that dreamland that never ends. Hand to hand let us walk in love. Forever we shall be together in love. And our love will blossom forevermore...

During the tiring time at school, Amidst the hard task I face, I found a queen. Your eyes is as white as snow, Your smile like the perfect curve of the moon, You're the lady I dream of. Without permission your love came to me, I tried to overcome it, but my heart resist. Now I cannot run away but insist, that you accept my love. You're the only one who can give me comfort. Arike please accept my love and be mine. What'll I ever do without you...

I saw you walk up to me like an angel. Your smile lightened up my world full of darkness. You opened my eyes to wonderful view of the moonlight. And you brought me into your world of ecstatic dreams. At every step I took you were there, Close were you to guide my baby steps. With your sweet words and gentle looks, You get your way and melted my ice cold heart. Oh! I pray this day never ends as I closed my eyes, But you left me with no assurance, When I woke up, you were never there. Now I realize it was all a dream, an illusion.

With tears in my eyes dripping down my face, I write about the sorrow in my heart, A wound that hurts and refuses to heal, A behaviour that is bad but refused to vanish. An act that causes flowers to lose their beauty. What else can hurt more than this demeanour, To see my sister in an indecent dress, Covering her head with what seems like net, Uncovering all that meant to be difficult to get, And displaying herself all over the internet, Forgetting all what's going to come next. A daughter of Islam with beauty like that of pearls, Such a jewel has brought herself down like sand,  She has forgotten about the verses of An-Nur, Swayed away by frivolities and fake friends. To be forever drowned in the river of ignorance. Oh! How I wish I can help those who are lost, And tell the righteous to be cogent, I'll try my best to pass the message across, Hoping it illuminates our hearts like light. And heal the scar of the thorn in my heart.

A loner like him deserves a clone. He has won many hearts with just a tone. He is majestic and have a lot of charisma. Like the moon and the stars, his life is full of fans. To the outside world, he is a keeper. He kept all close but never goes deeper. He feels lonely but always a helper. With his smile of love, he hides his cry of affliction. With all his bravery, he turns to be hurt. Behind closed doors he cry his heart out. If only the earth could open Her eyes to see, And bring forth happiness to this man who stood aloof.

For all the times I ignored you, Thinking I can do it alone, I kept aloof and refuse to open up. And that time I close my eyes, Rejecting all the love you gave me, I'm sorry. Those times I turned my back, To the burning flames of your love And the following water of affection towards me. Naive have I become, When I refuse to acknowledge your purview. I'm sorry for my infantile behaviour From your heart of tender love  and care, And with your hands of warmth, Draw me close my tender brother, Forgive your meek little sister.

As am journeying to my destination, I remain steadfast no matter the situation, Focus on the purpose with dedication, Carry out each task to optimization, To acquire the rewards to completion, Hope to meet the Creator of all creations, And find myself in my dream location. When I dream about that place, I'm happy and excited. What could be pleasing than living in mansions, Made of bricks gold and silver, Musk and saffron constitute the ground and soil, Underneath it are rivers of milk, wine and honey. I'll meet the best of all creations, See my Lord with my own eyes, Like I see the moon on a night when it's full, A place I will be free from worry nor be sorry, Radiating faces and attractive gardens to explore. A place I will forever be young, Wear dresses made of silk and gold, Eat variety of fruits and never defecate. Drink with crystal-clear cups made of silver and gold. Get firdaus as my final abode, Under the Throne of the Most Merciful.

In the thickness of the night sits a lonely withered soul. He shivers to the touch of the cold weather of the night. Lost in his thoughts of a life with another. How nice will he feel in the company of a partner. A night to remember he stood aloof, Never to let the thoughts bother any further.