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Tkp thank u 4 de tag bro........dont u worry i wont jump off!!
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Your poem is outstanding... MashAllah! Yes.. You spoke my words there.. We must rise, we must begin.. Or continue the spread of Divine message! Ya Allah! Give us the capability to stand up for Islam.. Give us the strength that we require to fight for Your Cause.. Ya Rabbana! Make us martyrs! So that we may enter Jannah, holding hands..as one.. As the Rasool's Ummah!
MasAllah TabarakAllah! Great work Sister... This poem moved me!
Tkp thank u 4 de tag bro........dont u worry i wont jump off!!
welcome sis
ausomeHere is one of my shortest works! Please let me know everyone (honestly) if I'm a capable writer. :')
flaminheroes
I write too. :')
Pie-man
Stay blessed!
Cheerio!
lol really niceOk guys, here's my short one Do give some feedback
It was the third murder in as many days. He knew he was going far too ahead of the scheme, but it was okay, atleast he was having fun. All the blood spilled like an oil puddle, all the voices silenced in just one blow, it was everything to him. He planned for another, this time it wasn't one or two, it was about to be a killing spree. No mercy, no survivors, just one complete victim. He waited with the weapon, sat motionless beside the table, and waited for the chance. It came. Splash! The fly died in an instant.!
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Wow.. The description is amazing! MashAllah! But in the end it turns out to be a fly hahaha!!Ok guys, here's my short one Do give some feedback
It was the third murder in as many days. He knew he was going far too ahead of the scheme, but it was okay, atleast he was having fun. All the blood spilled like an oil puddle, all the voices silenced in just one blow, it was everything to him. He planned for another, this time it wasn't one or two, it was about to be a killing spree. No mercy, no survivors, just one complete victim. He waited with the weapon, sat motionless beside the table, and waited for the chance. It came. Splash! The fly died in an instant.!
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I am doing that thanksscarface007 you might want to read some of the posts here
Ok guys, here's my short one Do give some feedback
It was the third murder in as many days. He knew he was going far too ahead of the scheme, but it was okay, atleast he was having fun. All the blood spilled like an oil puddle, all the voices silenced in just one blow, it was everything to him. He planned for another, this time it wasn't one or two, it was about to be a killing spree. No mercy, no survivors, just one complete victim. He waited with the weapon, sat motionless beside the table, and waited for the chance. It came. Splash! The fly died in an instant.!
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hahahhaa xDOk guys, here's my short one Do give some feedback
It was the third murder in as many days. He knew he was going far too ahead of the scheme, but it was okay, atleast he was having fun. All the blood spilled like an oil puddle, all the voices silenced in just one blow, it was everything to him. He planned for another, this time it wasn't one or two, it was about to be a killing spree. No mercy, no survivors, just one complete victim. He waited with the weapon, sat motionless beside the table, and waited for the chance. It came. Splash! The fly died in an instant.!
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The Feeling Returns...
When you newly join an art, you give the task your full,
The art eventually becomes your talent, and your talent becomes your style,
But as your talent gets older, your interest declines until null,
Then you shift to another task.. Something more interesting, and you grab it...
I was born and raised in Islamic tradition, yet I was unaware of Islam,
I grew up and only last year did the flower start to sprout,
But the flower was so malnourished that it had almost died; it was my Iman,
This happened because I had been enthusiastic at the start and had slowly begun to step out...
Today, I was praying my routine Salah..
And rarely had experienced such a strange feeling,
For the first time ever had I experienced the true connection with Allah,
I had actually payed close attention to what I was praying...
But this feeling had been there before.. And I know that it wasn't rare back then,
I was a determined Muslim, who newly learnt the Qur'an,
And I was enthusiastic about achieving the highest grade in Heaven,
But a small test from Allah happened... And someone made me fail the test: the Shaytan!
So I had become a sinful woman.. A woman who's past was pure,
I had started to lag in my Salah, praying them as a routine and without any commitment,
inside my heart was a small seed left.. Which always warned me of a disease that had no cure,
I had completely ignored it... So it temporarily became dormant...
But the feeling returned today.. Oh how beautiful did it feel!
I enjoyed each and every moment in my prayer.. Feeling like my pure self again,
It was so sudden, I hadn't realized.. That I had felt this strong connection for real,
I emphasized on each and every word I uttered; ya Allah, they put me in spiritual pain!
Oh this is amazing I know how you feel exactly
Ya Allah! It's Your Wisdom to keep the seed of faith in our hearts,
It's Your Mercy.. To have forgiven us for the worst of deeds!
Rabbana! Do not let our Iman break and shatter to parts,
Increase in us the efficiency of our Islam.. Increase in us the Faith Seeds!!
(Aameen)
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-Saturday, 15th June 2013-
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