A cry from hell woke me up at night

something gripped my heart so tight

the cry of whom which i dont know

piercing through my ears so painfully and slow

i thought it was satan or some demon

or a person who was filled with evilness and treason

here again, the cry could be heard

it shut everyone up even the humming bird

the cry from hell seemed like a hopeless cry

maybe it was a demon just passing by

the cry from hell called out my name

at that moment i knew that it was no game

it scared me alot in some way

so i wore my hijab and started to pray

the cry from hell started to fade away

i started to observe my sins since that day

written by: Candle-of-hope (17/7/2003)

I was blessed with everything a guy ever wanted; money, beauty and so on. Even though I had it all yet I asked for more.
The greed in me made me dig for more things like a hungry wolf digging into the flesh of his prey.
I neglected a crucial factor which was thanking Allah” for his blessings.
It never came to me that my greed would someday make me a trap.
It wasn’t until I heard the news about gambling; when I was told that I could gain triple the money I owned now. The word “triple the amount” blinded me in a way that made me risk my money and gamble.
I gambled alot until I finally became an addict, hoping that I would be a millionaire, neglecting the fact that my greed was leading me towards a path that Allah has forbidden.
I finally made the decision to gamble on my house and car.
I didn’t put in mind that I would lose it all in a glimpse, because I was blinded by greed. I gambled first, second and third time yet I didn’t win any money.
I was so frustrated, so I gambled for the last time. Unfortunately, I lost everything I owned in fractions of a second; my money, house and cars.
I was devastated.
I didn’t expect that my greed for being a millionaire would lead me to a path that Allah has forbidden nor expected that I would lose everything I ever owned.

-just a story-

As the child gazed at her father with tearful eyes 

She did not know that he had only minutes to live before he dies 

She sat by her father’s head telling him that everything will be okay 

That she will take care of their family when he will be away 

On a piece of cloth lied a malnourished child so helplessly 

The little child not only lacks food but also lacks energy 

Another child there suffered from an infectious disease 

Sadly lying on bed, wondering who will pay for her medical fees 

Alone on the street a three year old child kept calling her parents names 

Poor child not knowing that they have passed away from AIDS 

Many children and adults suffer from sicknesses continuously 

How do you expect them to have their treatment without having any money 

The least we can do is donate to them day by day

And pray for them to get healed during our prayer 

She smiled that night with rejoice 
Knowing that she had no other choice 
The pain in her eyes was revealed 
Though she said that she got healed
Her eyes could reflect the sadness and remorse
In order to fool me she had to take a special course
I knew that night that the time has come
Because she told me not to let my pain over come
I hoped that it was all just a dream
Because her smile made me lose me self esteem
Moments later, I knew she traveled a thousand mile
I knew about her death through her peaceful smile 

Promise

A promise is a word spoken by the heart
It stays in your heart until you do what you promised
people think promise is only a word
but i think that only true hearts can say it
you break someone’s heart because you broke a promise
and it happens because of a simple word
To me it’s a hard word to say
because i cant be sure if i can keep it all day

 :: written when i was 13 ::

Poor People 

These Poor People Are All ALone
They Haven’t Even Got A Home
Some Are Kids Who Are Orphans
And Some Are Kids Who Are ILL
You Spend Your Money On THings That God Had Forbidden
Why Not Look At The Kids Who Were Found Dead Hidden?
People May Not Be Interested In What You Did
But You Helped A Family Who ALmost Lost Their Hungry Kid
I  Feel The Way They Do Everyday
Even Though I Have A Place To Stay
That’s Why I Oblige Myself To Ease Their Pain
So That Happiness and Health Of The Poor Would Be My Only Aim

:: Written by me When I was almost 13 ::