• Poem

    Think Who We Really Are

    Think Who We Really Are Who are we …? Do we ever ask to be born …? Truly we are servants … Our duty is worship … However … The world that makes us forget … (Also read : THE SWEETNESS OF FASTING IN RAMADAN) We are preoccupied with the bustle of the world … The world makes us forget with the call of Allah … Always preoccupied with games, Instagram, WA, BBM, Facebook, TV … We prefer reading chats to the  Al-Qur’an. (Also read other poem at : Hope Of A True Admirer) Is there any one can help us …? Certainly no….. ! Be aware …! Do not…

  • Poem

    Cool and Fair Hands of Mother

    Cool and Fair Hands of Mother How cool my mother’s hands I feel How fair my mother’s hands make me smile Yes, my mother’s hands are cool and fair They can do anything. Delicate mercies hide them there Like flowers in the spring. Like sunshine in the morning. (Also read : Expectation of Hope Better than Regret for Action) When I was small and could not sleep, She used to come to me, And with my cheek upon her hand How sure my rest would be. For everything she ever touched Of beautiful or fine, Their memories living in her hands Would warm that sleep of mine. Her hands remember…

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    Always Remember to Forget

    Always Remember to Forget Always remember to forget The things that made you cry Always remember to forget The things that made you sad But never forget to remember The things that made you happy And also never forget to remember The things that made you glad. Always remember to forget The friends that hurt of you Always remember to forget The friends that proved untrue. But don’t forget to remember Those that have cared of you And don’t forget to remember Those that have stuck by you. (also read : Beautiful Heart Has Gone) Always remember to forget The sufferings that have gone away Always remember to forget The troubles…