Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Ambillah Waktu


Ambillah waktu untuk berfikir, itu adalah sumber kekuatan.
Ambillah waktu untuk bermain, itu adalah rahsia kesihatan.
Ambillah waktu untuk berdoa, itu adalah sumber ketenangan.
Ambillah waktu untuk belajar, itu adalah hak istimewa kita.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Guru Oh Guru


Berburu ke padang datar
Dapat rusa belang kaki
Berguru kepala ajar
Ibarat bunga kembang tak jadi
(dedikasi kepada Hari Guru dan guruku tercinta)

Saturday, January 01, 2011

New Year Resolutions


The first of 2011 has arrived
Alhamdulliah

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The Sickness Of This World


This world is full of darkness and light
Good days and bad days full of good deeds and bad deeds
Yet we seem to sin more than we do good

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Eid is Upon Us


The month of Ramadan
Has come and passed
So quickly has it gone
How long did it last?

Now Eid is upon us
A prize from our Lord
A day to enjoy
A day of reward

To the worshipful servants
This day belongs
For their struggle and striving
This day is their own

Eid Mubarak
Is the call of the day
With the zikr of Allah
Let us all say:

‘Eid Mubarak!’

To you and your family
May Eid bring pleasure
Make this day of Eid
A day to treasure!

Eid Mubarak
To one and all
To my brothers and sisters
Both big and small (“,)

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Cintaku Hanya Milik Mu


Bukan mudah Ya ALLAH…
Berdiri di tangga kemewahan, kenikmatan dan kesenangan
Keindahan dunia ini menganggu ku
Kemanisan hubbu dunya ini mencarik-carik imanku
Dimanakah aku tanpa kecintaan padaMU

Aku runsing Ya ALLAH
Aku berlari ke sana dan ke sini
Aku mencari dan terus mencari
Dimanakah ku tagih cinta Ilahi
Bagaimana harus ku bayar nikmat yang Kau beri
Sedang aku tidak diuji
Maka saat aku tidak diuji, adalah ujian yang terbesar sekali
Andai bisa aku berbicara denganMU
Dan ku harap Kau mendengar pengaduanku
Sungguh aku bukan bercakap kosong
Inilah keluhan hatiku
Yang merindu cinta MU, yang mengharap keredhaan MU….

Ampuni aku Ya ALLAH
Aku lemah lagi tak bermaya
Melawan sesuatu yang digelar fana dunia
Aku tak mampu Ya ALLAH,
Belenggu ini menghimpit ku…
Belenggu ini menghiburkan hatiku
Sehingga aku senang denganya
Sehingga aku takut kehilanganya
Sedang cintaMU itu sangat luar biasa…
Sedang cintaMU itu lebih dari segala-galanya…

Sungguh aku tak layak Ya ALLAH menghampiri syurgaMU
Dan pasti menggeletarlah seluruh tubuhku mendengarkan api nerakaMU
Lalu ke manakah langkahku
Selayaknya dimanakah tempatku
Atas redhaMU ya Rabbi..
aku hanya menuruti
Andai aku diseksa, kan aku patuhi
Asalkan Kau meredhai hidupku ini

Terima Kasih Ya ALLAH kerana sudi menyayangi diri ini
Terima Kasih Ya ALLAH kerana sering mendengar pengharapan serta pengaduanku
Terima Kasih Ya ALLAH kerana sering bersama-sama denganku,
tak kira apa keadaan imanku
Sesungguhnya Ya ALLAH,
cinta ku hanya milikMU…

Friday, June 26, 2009

Cookie Thief



A woman was waiting at the airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book, but happened to see,
That the man beside her, as bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between,
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene

She read, munched cookies, and watched the clock,
As the gustly "cookie thief" diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I'd blacken his eye!"

With each cookie she took, he took one too.
When only one was left, she wondered what he'd do.
with a smile on his face and a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, and he ate the other.
She snatched it from him and thought, "Oh brother,
This guy has some nerve, and he's also so rude,
Why, he didn't even show any gratitude!"

She had never known when she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate,
Refusing to look at the "thieving ingrate".

She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,
Then sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise.
There were her bag of cookies in front of her eyes!

"If mine are here," she moaned with despair.
"Then the others were his and he tried to share!"
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief,
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!!!!


Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Made In Palestine



Even
Nothing is even, even this line
I am writing, even this line I am waiting in,
waiting for permission to enter
the country, the house, the room.
Nothing is even, even now
that laws have been drawn and peace
is discussed on high tables,
and even if all was said to be even
I would not believe for even I know
that nothing is even—not the trees,
the flowers, not the mountains or the shadows…
our nature is not even so why even try to get even
instead let us find an even better place
and call it even.





Jenin
A night without a blanket, a blanket
belonging to someone else, someone
else living in our homes.
All I want is the quietness of blame to leave,
the words from dying tongues to fall,
all I want is to see a row of olive trees,
a field of tulips, to forget
the maze of intestines, the dried corners
of a soldier’s mouth, all I want is for
the small black eyed child to stop
wondering when the fever will stop
the noise will stop, all I want is
a loaf of bread, some water
and help for the stranger’s torn arm,
all I want is what we have inherited
from the doves, a perfect line of white,
but a question still haunts me at night:
where are the bodies?

 


Gaza City
I sit in a gray room on a bed with a gray blanket
and wait for the muezzin to stand up.
The chants enter my window and I think of all
those men and women bowing in prayer, fear escaping
them at every stroke, a new sadness entering
their spirit as their children line up in the streets
like prisoners in a death camp.
I walk towards the broken window
my head slightly slanted and try to catch a glimpse
of the city of spirits—those killed
who pass through the narrow opening of their tombs.
My hands and the side of my right face
against the cold wall, I hide like a slut, ashamed.
I pull the collar of my light blue robe so hard
it tears, one side hanging as everyone’s lives hang here.
My fingers sink deep into my flesh,
I scratch myself, three lines scar my chests,
three faiths pound in my head and I wonder
if God is buried in the rubble. Every house is a prison,
every room a dog cage. Debke is no longer part of life,
only funerals are. Gaza is pregnant
with people and no one helps with the labor.
There are no streets, no hospitals, no schools,
no airport, no air to breathe.
And here I am in a room behind a window,
helpless, useless.
In America, I would be watching television
listening to CNN saying the Israelis demand,
terrorism must stop. Here all I see is inflicted terror,
children who no longer know they are children.
Milosevic is put on trail, but what about Sharon?
I finally get dressed, stand directly in front of the window
and choke on my spit as the gun shots start,
the F-16 fighter jets pass in their daily routine.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

A Cry For Our Ummah


Here's to a brother, once one of us
He kept to the faith, good and pious
But where is he now? Oh Allah, I beseech
He's out Friday Night doing drugs on the streets

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Eid Ul Fitr



Now that we fasted and did extra good deeds,
We celebrate Eid-ul-Fitr, one of the two Eids!

Allah prescribed two Eids and forbid all other festivals,
He told us to worship Him and try to get the medals!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Andai Kau Tahu Ini Ramadhan Terakhir...


Andai kau tahu ini Ramadhan terakhir
Tentu siangnya engkau sibuk berzikir
Biarpun anak tekak kering kehausan air
Tentu engkau tak akan jemu melagukan syair
Rindu mendayu...merayu...
Kepada-Nya tuhan yang satu

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Menyelami Wasiat Syed Qutb


Saudara!
Seandainya kau tangisi kematianku
Dan kau siram pusaraku dengan airmatamu
Maka di atas tulang-tulangku
Yang hancur luluh
Nyalakanlah obor buat ummat ini
Dan ……
Teruskan perjalanan ke gerbang jaya

Monday, July 21, 2008

Allah is Enough For Me


Dear Allah,
I feel sadness again today...
cause here I am, meshing up the garden again...I try to talk about you like a crazy woman in love again...
but... they don't understand...
if they do... they don't really like to hear
© Q-riuz (2008 – 2013)

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