When?!

by Nabeeelah

The bombs drop on my 12 year old brother in Iraq,

I want to make dua, but why am I not his mother?

 

Gang raped, my 13 year old sister struggles to walk in Kashmir

How loud does she have to cry before you hear?

 

My beloved father -tied, tortured, beheaded and dumped in a pit with the rest-everyone knows the Russians did it,

From the Hindu kush mountains to Guantanamo bay 

Dying, but why should you care? You‘re OK.

A little Somalian boy … roasted on a blazing fire

 

Does it matter?

Oh! but why should I leave my TV? I cant see Allah... what can he do to me?

A Hijaab..?? for me..? You must be joking!

If only you can see yourself choking!

Why should you follow the quraan and sunnah?

But wait, yes you still want Jannah.

Then why wait till the day of departure when your soul is removed and

begins the hereafter

When will we wake up? When will we realize the grave is a

certainty? When will we stop imitating the kuffaar? when will we start

pleasing Allah? When will we be grateful servants?

WHEN? WHEN? WHEN?

Tell me this didn’t tickle your conscious just

abit, coz it did mine. Think about it guys, is this what we

want?? drugging?? clubbing?? sex?? mxit 24/7?? backbiting?? wearing the tightest and shortest of dresses, having the most

spiked up hair...is this why we are here??

We have become ashamed to Portray our beautiful deen to our very own brothers and sisters.

Start fearing Allah!

Memoirs of an Addict

by a young ex-drug addict

 

On a cloudless night, in solitude I lay.

The heavens above silently watching me pray,

dear Lord help me as my heart has gone astray

my will to live and hope for joy are slowly fading away.

My heart is ambushed by unbearable pain, I seek answers only Thou can explain

I stare at the skys anticipating God’s reply

Disappointedly I sigh and realize the answers are hiding behind closed eyes.

In the darkness of my mind a light emerged and in the echoes I hear my name

A beautiful shadow then gripped my hand and we set out on a journey down memory lane

My life had flashed in m mind, a collage of misty scenes

I searched for episodes and my mind got carried to my early teens….

 

Lonely I was searching like crazy for answers.

My search ended, drugs were my fave new toy!

My love for drugs each day kept growing stronger

but weed didn’t satisfy me any longer.

A perfectionist I am to find the perfect love

I began experimenting

But drugs was unfaithful

A few years later and the pursuit wasn’t ending.

 

I broke up with drugs which I considered my first wife

A few years later the girl of my dreams entered my life

Finally it seemed life had been kind to me

Little did I know, I was just being tricked by destiny

I was blinded by love, a new person I had become

to see her smile, anything in the world I would have done.

 

Once again, my bad luck triumphed and my only true love I lost

With pain and tears I had to pay the cost

Suicidal I became

tired of constantly having to bear such pain

My life showed no mercy

Loads of sorrow I had, yet again

 

Heartache and tears without choice I had to bear

Who could I have complained to and told it wasn’t fair?

From who could I have expected concern and care?

The answer was drugs, my first affair…

I overlooked al of its betrayal, and surrendered to Kat

Why shouldn’t I, when people gave me more sorrows then crystal meth?

But once again drugs cheated me

broke its promise of satisfaction till eternity.

Extremely disheartened I am

unable to trust

doesn’t matter what I do or what I must.

Answer me oh Lord, for I am lost

to get some contentment what will it cost?

To the drugs I loved I kissed goodbye

yet in solitude I often hear my heart cry.

Please give it back to me

the people who care and I misunderstood

let them know my choices

May have been bad but I’m good at heart

 

Grant me a companion that will never leave my side

someone to love me unconditionally for what I am inside

I am a desperate soul.

I seek some love, please answer this prayer my dear Lord above

My mind still isn’t completely clear

but just talking to You has made me feel light

I know in my heart that only Thou has the power to set things right

Today I accept Thee out of love and not fear

for this conversation has made me realize

that Thou art the only friend who shall always be here  

VOICE
Of The Muslim Youth
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Fashion

The Fashionable Muslimah
by Khadija Jeewa

Flamboyant, eccentric, understated or just plain boring...many words can be used to describe the latest fashion. And as young ladies we love to follow it none-the-less. Being a Muslimah is a beautiful gift so let us not compromise our Islamic standards in order to be fashionable.

A classic plain black abaya is the Muslimahs alternative to the essential L.B.D (Little Black Dress). Ideally it should be one tailored especially for you.
It definitely is a worthwhile investment as it can be worn time and again. Accessorized properly you can create many different looks without making a hole in your pocket.

By just adding a different coloured handbag or scarf or a bright pair of pumps, you instantly make a statement.

Use your imagination, use what’s being lying in your cupboard for ages, use something that has just become fashionable and have fun!

It is useful to remember that elegance is in simplicity – so if you are wearing a bling chain, leave out the bracelet. Keep your outfit co-ordinated by choosing perhaps a colour or print as your theme. Abandon tradition and create your personal alternate style!

If you are wearing make-up, keep it as subdued as possible. Its purpose should be to highlight your natural beauty not make you look superficial.

There is no harm in being stylish as long as you don’t blindly follow fashion; as Yves Saint Laurent said: “Fashions fade, style is eternal.”
Keep stylin’, fashionistas!
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