Under the Green Dome

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

IMG_8998The city of Hijrah, a city once called Yathrib,
The heart ❤️ of Islam, the resting place of al-Habeeb (SAW),
This is Madinah, whisper softly.
Clouds ☁️ of mercy envelope you in the day, the black starry ⭐️ sky wraps you at night,
Here rests the Lantern of Guidance who spread his white shimmering light,
This is Madinah, whisper softly.
The Sultan of Madinah, the Prince of Arabia, Imam of the Prophets, Leader of Mankind,
You fulfilled the Amanah, you passed on the message (of Islam), only those rejected who were blind,
This is Madinah, whisper softly.
Light upon light, mercy upon mercy, bounty upon bounty, blessings upon blessings, grace upon grace,
Ya RasoolAllah! Remove the veils and grant us sight of your glorious face.
This is Madinah, whisper softly.
You are a bandage for the wounded,
Your generosity leaves us dumbfounded,
You are the ointment for the sick,
You united your companions, like a building brick by brick,
This is Madinah whisper softly.
AbuBakr RA, Umar RA, Uthman RA, Ali RA,
They were those who after you guided rightly,
All your companions shone like stars ✨ bright,
Through your teachings they attained great heights.
You called us “your brothers”, but from the right path we have strayed,
O Muhammad! (SAW) forgive us for the brotherhood we have betrayed,
We are indebted to you not an ounce we have repaid,
Our deeds are shown to you full of sins and vice, mistakes have been made,
We seek your pardon from this day forward we will make up for the deeds that have been delayed,
Reignite your love, quench our thirsty souls, before our Iman fades.
I sit here under the green dome pondering for a while,
How wonderful was your smile,
How beautiful it would be to see you in Salah lead,
Recite the Quran eloquently and read,
To watch your companions weeping and taking heed,
It was here Islam was planted and you sowed the seed.
Oh! How I wish I was a pigeon flying over your dome just to be blessed with your company,
Rather, I deserve to be just a wing or a feather.
Perhaps I could have been a tree to give you shade when you rested,
Nay! A branch or leaf 🍃 would have sufficed.
Let the soil of Madinah be the surma for my eyes,
These eyes have no purpose if for you they don’t cry.
I have an earnest request to be close to you, to be your beloved friend,
Let the last chapter of my life finish and end,
In this holy city let me spend,
My final breath, my last moments, from here let my soul ascend.
Let my soul be taken in this sanctified placed,
Grant me in al-Baqi a shroud and space.
So I may attain his Shafa’ah,
The day I need it most on Qiyamah.
(Final plea) O Allah! If you have to take me to account on Qiyamah,
Please do it away from the gaze of Mustafa SAW.
It was narrated that Anas bin Malik (Allah be pleased with him) said:
“The Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said: ‘None of you truly believes until I am more beloved to him than his child, his father and all the people.'” (Ibn Majah)
Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia, al-Madinatul Munawwarah
23 Ramadhan 1439
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Centre of the World; Centre of Islam

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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Behold its grandeur and dazzling beauty,
Behold its magnificence and majestic aura,
Enlightened with mercy in its perfect form.
In the land of the Prophets AS, the land of Wahy,
The tall, towering Kabah, welcomes all of humanity.
It was in this mountainous city, it was amongst a tribal nation, a light was born,
The noor from Allah and finally the curtains were drawn.
The city is blessed; from an army of elephants 🐘 it was protected,
Darkness turned to light when Muhammed SAW was selected.
Oh Muhammad (SAW), the pain you endured. Oh the most perfect creation.
Your elegance, your sanctity, your endless magnanimity.
O Kabah! O house of Allah! O beautiful Haram!
Your elegance, your sanctity, your endless magnanimity.
May my mother and father be sacrificed for you both.
So solemnly you stand, so peaceful in tranquility,
May your greatness extend till forever and ever, till eternity.
Not a bird can fly over you nor any planes,
Your serenity and dignity is not defeated by these looming cranes.
Every night and every day,
120 levels of mercy descend your way.
60 upon those doing tawaf,
40 upon those in Salah,
20 upon those gazing at you lovingly.
Not a single soul here is deprived.
 Echoes of Talbiyah can be heard, let this Sunnah be revived.
I gaze above, my head I raise, thousands upon thousands crowded, multicoloured, multicultural flowing in multitudes circumambulating this holy place.
All walking, praying, chanting in different languages at a different pace.
Some with speed, to increase their deeds,
Whilst others steady on, looking out for each and every one.
Muslim unity can be seen all around,
Different languages, dialects, colours and castes, all under one awe-inspiring mast.
Lebanon, Turkey, India, Pakistan, Nigeria…
Indonesia, Malaysia, Australia and Algeria.
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Towards my right clinging on to the Multazam,
Begging Allah, waiting for the mercy to come.
As I look behind me,
I see the well of Zamzam which will flow till eternity.
Some sipping their cups and some filling their jugs,
Completing Tawaf and ending Umrah with smiles and hugs 🤗
Mubarak ho! Hayyakymullah! TaqaballAllah can be heard!
Allah accept every step and every word.
This poem was written to inspire and increase our love for the Haramayn Shareefayn, to instil its beauty and dignity in our hearts. Allah accept my efforts and reignite our love for the holy lands.
Ismail ibn Nazir Satia, Makkatul Mukarramah. 
5 Ramadhan 1439
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A Poem about the Last Prophet (pbuh)

Before prophethood came, he SAW spent his time in a cave,

One day an angel from Allah appeared,

And the first words were revealed.

He SAW quickly went home to his wife Khadijah in fear,

She RA comforted him and all worries she made disappear.

 

Khadijah RA was the first believer then Abu Bakr RA was selected,

Not many people believed in the message and rejected.

This orphan boy grew up to be a Prophet of Allah SAW,

He SAW was remembered wide and far.

 

He SAW was known to be an honest man, he didn’t ever lie,

He SAW used to spend his nights in prayer, for the Ummah he did cry.

He SAW just wanted the world to be in peace,

And for His SAW message to spread to the wide West and far in the East.

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Umar Sarfaraz Patel, 8 years old.

Islamic Poetry

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The 5 pillars of Islam.

Islam is to believe in one God,

To many people this might seem odd.

Salah you pray daily which in total are five,

You must do this as long as you are alive.

The 3rd pillar is Zakat – charity,

Which is feeding widows, orphans and the hungry.

30 days in Ramadhan we are fasting,

This is a way of Allah’s testing.

Ever year Muslims go to Hajj,

Which reminds us of when we will stand in front of Allah, the great judge.

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Signs of Qiyamah

Yawmul Qiyamah is not very far,

The minor signs and major signs are,

In the Masjid voices are raised,

Nobody seems to be fazed.

People will believe in stars,

Getting big ideas about money and cars.

Soon Isa AS will return,

And the whole Earth will burn,

The big ground will shake,

Like a massive earthquake.

The Dajjal will come, one eyed devil,

He will try to take you away from Heaven.

Yajooj and Majooj will come out and cause chaos,

They will eat humans like little moths.

We need to prepare for the day,

The horn will be blown,

Which will take every person’s soul.

 

Umar Sarfaraz Patel, 8 years old.

 

Seerah Poem Competition

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I gave my class a competition when they finished their Seerah book, to write the summary of the Seerah in a poetic form. Here are the winners! Alhumdu Lillah…

He was born in the year when Abraha brought his elephants,

And it was the year Allah showed his benevolence.

Never knowing his father, his life was hard to fix,

But sadly, his mother also died when he was at the age of 6.

Now in the hands of Abdul Muttalib his life looked to be great,

It was a shame that this honoured man died when the Prophet SAW was only 8.

From then on, his uncle Abu Talib held the responsibility of his life,

And when the Prophet SAW was 25, Khadijah RA was to be his first wife.

With Khadijah RA, 2 boys and 4 girls he had,

A happy family they were and he was glad.

Gaining Prophethood at the age of of 40, he had an Ummah to make,

To serve Allah, he made it an opportunity that he would proudly take.

When it came to his wives, he had eleven,

And in one sitting he granted ten Sahabah RA Heaven.

From Makkah to Madinah he migrated with his Sahabah RA,

But he returned to do Hajj and do Tawaf of the Ka’bah.

Together they fought in in many battles for the sake of their Lord,

Passionately calling ‘Allahu Akbar’ as they up lifted up their swords.

At the age of 63, the Prophet Muhammad SAW sadly passed away,

However, the religion of Islam has lived on to this day.

 

Uwaiz Ebrahim Bahadur, 15 years old.

1st position.

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When the truth was lost and hearts were locked,

Allah sent a Prophet to guide hearts which were lost.

The blessed Muhammad was born in Makkah.

 

He was sent to teach right from wrong,

To worship nobody besides Allah, who is the only one.

 

His Sunnah guided people who were astray,

It gave them a way of life, telling them how to behave.

 

The Prophet SAW told us Paradise or Hell,

To follow the Qur’an and act upon what is said.

 

He loved nobody more than his final Ummah,

Even as he lay on his deathbed he cried for his followers.

 

The moment he left this world,

He left 3 men in charge to ensure the beauty,

Of Islam reached everyone’s hearts.

Zubair Iqbal Patel, 18 years old.

2nd position.

 

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About the Prophet Muhammad’s SAW Life

In the year 570 a special boy was born,

His name was Muhammad and deserved to take the throne.

 

He was born in Makkah where the beautiful Ka’bah was built by his beloved ancestors Ibraheem AS and Ismaeel AS,

The unfortunate demise of the Prophet’s father Abullah RA took place two months before he was born.

 

His mother Aminah RA sent him to Halimah Sadiyah to be nursed and be brought up by her,

After the 4 years he spend in the tribe of Saad, his respected mother passed away.

 

He then went to live with his courageous grandfather Abdul Muttalib, whose soul went after 2 years,

It was now the blessed Abu Talib’s turn, it was from him that the Prophet SAW started to learn.

 

The Prophet SAW was now 25 and he travelled to Syria at the request of Khadijah RA,

He then married her and had six children – 2 boys and 4 girls.

 

The 2 sons Abdullah and Qasim died when they were infants,

This was a tragic moment for him SAW,

And how can we forget his adopted son Zayd ibn Harithah RA?

 

His daughters, Zaynab, Ruqayyah, Umme Kulthum and Fatimah RA,

Two were married to Uthman RA and one to Ali RA.

 

As time went by, Islam grew and the Muslims had enemies,

They fought in wars like Badr where there were fewer than 400 men,

But the Makkans had more than 1,000 as enemy.

 

Islam spread far when the Prophet SAW became old, by 63

He was leading Maghrib Salah and could not continue, so told Abu Bakr to carry on.

 

This was an indication, to the next leader after him SAW,

Who was known as al-Siddique, the most truthful after him SAW.

 

Adam Irfan Mohammed, 11 years old.

2nd position

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A Poem About The Prophet Muhammad SAW

He was born in the Year of the Elephant,

The Year of the Elephant is called Aamul Feel.

 

The Prophet SAW was cared by Halima RA, but when it was time to go,

Halima RA wanted him to stay some more.

 

When he returned, at age 6 his mother passed away,

This was a time of very tough days.

 

Then came along his beloved grandad Abdul Muttalib, who took him in his care,

His grandad was very just and very fair.

 

At the age of 25 he got married to a lady called Khadijah RA,

And later, in total he had 11 wives.

 

At the age of 40 he got Prophethood,

In Makkah there was a lot of evil and not much good.

 

He SAW became a Prophet, the last Prophet of Allah,

This Prophet made Islam reach very very far!

Abdullah Faizal Kalu, 9 years old.

3rd position.

 

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From the home of..

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From the home of Adam (peace be upon him) came a murderer, not just any murderer but one who murdered his own blood brother out of jealousy.
From the home of Lut (peace be upon him) came a woman who betrayed her husband and incited the people of the town towards the despicable act of sodomy.
From the home of Nuh (peace be upon him), a nabi of Allah SWT who made da’wah for almost a thousand years came a child who refused to board the ark and who drowned as a Kafir in front of his eyes.
Yet from the home of Azar, who was not only an idol worshipper but an idol carver and merchant who never in his life took the name of Allah, came Ibraheem (peace be upon him).
And from the home of Firawn, the one who claimed that He is Allah himself, came Musa (peace be upon him)who preached nothing but the oneness of Allah SWT.
How can anyone then claim that the outcome of their family and children is based on their own “kamal”? (Excellence)
How can people then look down upon parents who have lost their children to the fitnahs of the time, citing their negligence?
How then can anyone with sane understanding and logic believe that guidance is in the hands of anyone but Allah?
In the name of Allah, the most Beneficent, the most Merciful
All praises are for Allah SWT, the most Compassionate, the most Forgiving.
Salutations and blessings be upon our Prophet Muhammad SAW, his family and companions.
Oh Allah, we submit ourselves to You.
We realize that parenting a child is a very difficult task and we turn to You in humility for Your help.
We implore You for Your wisdom and guidance.
Oh Allah, we know that our children are an amaanah from You, to care for and to raise in a manner that is pleasing to You.
Help us do that in the best way.
Teach us how to love in only a way that You would have us love.
Help us where we need to be healed, improved, nurtured, and made whole.
Help us walk in righteousness and integrity so that You may always be pleased with us.
Allow us to be  God-fearing role models with all the communication, teaching, and nurturing skills that we may need. Ameen

I am a Mustish?!

britishI am a Muslim. I am British.
I am British. I am a Muslim.
I am a British Muslim.
Does the order of words really matter?
Muslim British, British Muslim.
A cup of tea is what I crave,
Digestives and Custard Creams are my fave.
At the same time, the headscarf I wear,
And YouTube I scour to fashion it with care.
Awkward weather conversations and polite queuing,
HP sauce, marmite and cows mooing.
At the same time, I rush out to perform my prayer,
Because for me, this makes my daily endeavours clear.
You tell me I must choose,
But neither I am willing to lose.
For both are a part of me,
So please, allow me to be.
I am a Muslim. I am British.
I am British. I am a Muslim.
I am a British Muslim.
Does the order of words really matter?
Muslim British, British Muslim.
Mus-tish?
Written by Apa Fatima Ahmed, Teacher at Islamiyah School, (Masjid Sajedeen Open Day 2018).
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