Hell

If only you knew the torments of hellIt is the worst of places where anyone could dwellIt is in existence even as we speakAnd for its inhabitants the outlook is bleakOn the day of rising, hellwill be in viewA terrible sight, if only you knewIt will be brought forward by 70,000 reignsAnd 70,000 angels will be on each of those chainsAfter burning for a thousand years , it’s flames turned whiteA thousand more years,now it’s as black as thenightYou think the flames are bearable, you’re totally wrongThe flames are of hell are sixty nine times as strongIn a flash it will disintegrate all of your bonesThe hellfire will be fuelled by man and stonesThe thickness of your skin will greatly increaseCausing your threshold for pain to greatly decreaseThe people in hell are there to stayThey will melt to nothing, 70,000 times ina day70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrownto hit the bottom of hell and it won’t be aloneThe food of hell resembles a devil’s headand to drink, boiling water and blood bright redwhich cuts up the bowels, everything will fall outthe inhabitants of hell will scream and shoutsome will be taken out by Almighty Allah’s commandbut the polytheists will stay eternally damnedTake up islam, the only way to succeedand if you don’t, you’re unfortunate indeedBrothers and sisters, help determine your fateOnce you see hellfire, it’ll be far too late.Author unknown

Am I Grateful?

Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,For each and every moment that I am awake?Do I thankAllahfor my restful sleep,And for the dreams thatcause me to weep?Am I honestly thankful to the Almighty One,For the early morning mist, the bright, rising sun?During Fajr prayer, I usemy soft prayer mat,As Allah’s servant, do I appreciate that?Throughout the day, do I realise,That Allah, All knowing and the Most Wise,Gives me what I need and so much moreAnd that I have so much to be grateful for?A grandmother’s love, a book of hadith,The clothes that I wear, the food that I eat,The book that I should follow, the Holy Qur’an,Promoting the good andending the wrong.So I must ask myself every beautiful day,Am I truly grateful for each breath that I take,For each and every moment that I am awake?Do I thank Allah for my restful sleep,And for the dreams thatcause me to weep?By Ibn-e-Malik (Voices Issue 7)

An Evil Glance

Cast an evil glanceShaytan begins to danceFor an arrow has been shot to the heartAnd a darkness has enveloped itAfter the glance, the darkness leavesbut the heart is adverslyaffectedOnly the effect of sincere taubahcan return the unblemished heart tothe pure condtion it enjoyed before.