Poems written by staff of www.MuslimWorld.co.uk
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1. Dreams of A Buffalo Child   (Short Story)
 2. The Purpose of My Life
 3. Chechnyan Child
 4. The Value Of Time
 5. Without islamic Faith
 6. The Ride Is Over
 7. Upon Accepting Islaam
 8. Love Is...
 9. Silent Eyes
 10. The World Ends
 10. The P O E M
 

 In the land of the wild monsoons, there once lived a little orphan girl called Salma. She worked for a
 wealthy Muslim family in a remote Indian village, tending to their water buffalo.

 She was a skinny child, and her hole-ridden hand me down selwar-kameez hung over her body like an empty
 wheat sack. It was supposed to be red, but the dirt and sun had bleached it to a muddy brown colour, much
 like the colour of her own complexion.

 At the crack of dawn, she crawled out of her tiny bed which occupied a corner of the buffalo shed. Her bed
 was just an old shawl spread over some hay. She didn't have a blanket to cover up with; her harsh Master had
 told her that it was a luxury she could do without.

 Salma got her tiffin (lunch) from the main house, some chapathis and a portion of curry in a bowl. She
 skilfully wrapped it in a cotton towel and slung it around her neck, she would save this for noon. She
 called out to Bolbola, her favourite buffalo, and climbed on top of his broad shoulders. He was such a
 gentle beast and yet the biggest of the lot.

 "Chol, chol, (go go)" she giggled, as Bolbola wobbled onto his feet and slumbered behind his fellow brethren
 towards the open fields. Tiny Salma straddled across Bolbola, screamed out her orders for the buffalo to
 move this way or that! She was in total control and Bholbola had a look on his face which resembled a cheeky
 grin. The pair made their way slowly towards the rising yellow sun.

 Half an hour later, she deftly jumped off and herded all of the buffalo into a mud pond. She watched on from
 the safety of the bank as they rolled around in the mud. They seemed very content with their lives and with
 their daily mud bath.

 Salma's small brown eyes took in the beauty that surrounded her, the masterpiece of God. Green rice fields
 stretched for many miles in every direction. She curled up on the grassy bank as she soaked up the warmth of
 the sun. She could see the clear blue sky and the occasional trail of white clouds high above her head. She
 shut her eyelids and tears ran down her brown cheeks. She felt like an unloved slave girl, an orphan with an
 uncertain life ahead of her. She cried herself to sleep. The water buffalo stood motionless in the mud as if
 they too felt her pain. An eerie silence descended into the warm air.

 A pleasant wind blew from across the plains and wrapped the young girl in an affectionate embrace. She began
 to dream and it was a mystical dream. A deep, gentle voice comforted her. It sounded like her father's
 voice. A soft hand stroked her hair and Salma felt happy and safe as she listened to this strange voice
 echoing in her head.

 "Child, you have nothing to be afraid of. I watch over you day and night. When you are asleep and are
 neither here nor there, I stand guard over you. And when you are awake, I pray for you.

 "And when people are mean to you, they do so out of ignorance and because they are blind. Blind to things
 that are good. In your distress, do not weep for yourself, but weep for those who are blind and misguided.

 "And when you see other children going to their parents for comfort, do not feel sorry for yourself or feel
 unloved. Love is but a mere fabric. What is one garment less in a life where you are destined to wear many
 garments - the love of children, friends and family. This is part of life's glorious wardrobe. So do not
 despair and God will provide for you, so seek His help only.

 "And when you are hungry and your mistress feeds you from what is left over, cry not in your sleep out of
 pain from within your belly. Your day will come soon my child. Have faith, for even winter has to give way
 to spring and spring has to give way to summer. Have faith in God and learn about Islaam."

 Salma woke up from her slumber feeling strangely happy. She was unsure how long she had been asleep. She
 looked up at the sky, it was getting dark and had become overcast with rain clouds. "Bholbhola, bholbola ",
 she cried, as she hurriedly climbed onto his back. The herd slowly moved back towards the village. Big drops
 of water splashed out of the heavens as the warm wind danced across the paddy fields. Salma laughed and
 prodded Bholbhola in his ribs with her bare feet. "Chol, chol", she screamed as she wiped away the
 rain-drops from her happy face. Bholbhola moved slowly forward, the mischievous grin still on his face. Both
 buffalo and child wobble along and gradually fade away into the horizon.

THE END

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The Purpose of My Life
(Dedicated To a non-Muslim Friend)
 Author:  www.MuslimWorld.co.uk staff
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 As I sit on the sofa,
 I pinch my feet,
 Feel my toes,
 Looking for me,
 The real me,
 My soul.
 Questions ripple through my head,
 Who am I?
 Must I grow old...Why?
 And as day replaces night,
 And night replaces day...
 Night and day both over which we have no control..
 Nature, people, internal organs, blood flow,
 Am I truly in control?
 Will my youth still be around tomorrow...?
 Will my friends still be here tomorrow,
 Will I be here,
 Tomorrow?
 I pinch my feet...
 Still looking...

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 Chechnyan Child
 Author:  www.MuslimWorld.co.uk staff
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 From among the midst of poverty,
 The gun-smoke and shell-fire,
 Emerges the barefoot future:
 Attired in war-torn clothes,
 Soiled in tank oil and grease,
 Weeping blood from hollow eyes,
 Arms outstretched,
 The cry of the refugee child.
 

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The Value Of Time
 Author:  www.MuslimWorld.co.uk staff
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 Farewell oh "Time".
 The first to embrace me when I was in my mothers womb,
 You were always silent and followed me everywhere,
 A comforting friend indeed,
 Never critcising, always mute.
 We journeyed together through the fabric of society,
 Meeting fate and making sense of life's purpose.
 Our memories will live into the Hereafter,
 You testifying either for me, or against me,
 But will you still be my friend in my cold grave?
 Alas! Like me, you can never return to this life
 Farewell my friend!
 Farewell.
 

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 Without Islamic Faith
 Author:  www.MuslimWorld.co.uk staff
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 A sick frail heart,
 Pulsates very gently with fleeting time,
 An extension of one's physique,
 An extension of an ailing soul -
 Very empty and very cold;
 It feels just like another begging bowl.
 

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 The Ride Is Over
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 As I walk down the corridor of death,
 Past the waiting room called life,
 I begin to wish I had been a better muslim.
 Panick overtakes me as I hear the screams of those before me,
 "Oh Allah give me another chance at life",
 I cry out as I feel the intensity of the flames,
 The Angel of death will come back for me later,
 That is my hope anyway,
 Surely I am dreaming!!
 

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 Upon Accepting Islaam
 Author:  www.MuslimWorld.co.uk staff
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 The smile portrays visions of happiness,
 Of fullfilment and peace.
 Bitter memories of suffering begin to melt,
 Leaving my mind at ease.

 The barriers once fencing off my thoughts,
 Fall apart in rapid decay;
 My world is reorganising again,
 I can't help it, I feel happy
 I have to smile.
 

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 Love is..
 Author:  www.MuslimWorld.co.uk staff
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 Fathomless peace,
 Jungle of happiness,
 Absence of selfishness,
 Devoid of self-pleasure.
 Lesson in tolerance,
 Art of forgiveness,
 For brother, for sister
 Prophet's example,
 Zealously followed:
 To Love someone,
 Only for the sake of Allah.

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 Silent Eyes
 Author:  www.MuslimWorld.co.uk staff
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 Wild newborn,
 Eyelids gently open,
 Delight,
 On meeting life,
 Visions of youth followed by maturity,
 Witness to sin & transgression,
 Incorrect half-hearted worship,
 Feebleness in old age.
 Despair,
 A lifetime of enjoyment,
 Moment of Death,
 Eyes wide open,
 Following the departing being,
 Waiting for the Day of Resurrection,
 Silently,
 The chance to provide witness,
 Against a wicked soul.
 

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 The World Ends
 Author:  www.MuslimWorld.co.uk staff
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 The drum of heartbeats,
 People rush and gather in crowds,
 Like an overcrowded forest of trees,
 Crawling out of graves in droves,
 Naked,
 Some raised blind,
 All gather in one place.
 Looking very worried,
 The look of terror,
 The awesome fear of Allah the Most Sublime,
 The accounting of deeds,
 Punishment or bliss to follow,
 Justice for all,
 By the Almighty Creator,
 Like the tunnel of birth and death...
 There is no escape.
 From the Day of Resurrection...
 There is no escape.
 
 

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 The P O E M
 Author:  www.MuslimWorld.co.uk staff
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When the sea lashes accross and beats the sandy shoreline,
When the seagulls fly and call out to one another,
When the sun hits our planet with warm light,
Ask yourself if you can deny God.

When you know that all plants comes from the soil,
When you see nice aubergines cooked over a flame,
When you see the flame flicker and give out heat,
When you feel better when food hits your empty belly,
Ask yourself if you can deny God.

When you feel something move in your womb,
When you see a cute litter of kittens ,
When you see the growing children of animals in the wild,
Elephants, kangaroo, zebra, birds and everything else,
When you see your own baby grow up in front of your own eyes,
Can you really deny God?