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     | Friday, January 12, 2001 - 06:44 pm Assalamu alaykum wr wb brothers and sister in Islam. Here a poem that a talented young muslimah sent me. Betta Recognize! You scan me outYea, I'm Muslim no doubt With confidence do I cover Uh-oh, sorry can't talk to you brother My game is only for those who can follow life's quest It's not "aww I broke my nail, but my hair is still the best" I'm busting a style called dignity Can you handle it G? All playa'z go getz da steppin' You call it mackin', I call it buggin' A real man doesn't need sweet words He'z got knowledge, far sweeter than perverted verbs So you're wondering if I can speak the same language you do Is English enuff or do you want a lil ebonics too? This is my identity, itz not meant to pick a fight But just a warning, if you disrespect or come too close I'll definitely bite! So if you wanna judge me through the western eyes All I gotz to say is betta recgonizeeeeee!! Ask Allah swt to increase her in knowledage and in faith...ameen....got so much more poems that she wrote so if any1 is interested pls let me know. make dua for me 2 guys! your sister in faith
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| | Saturday, January 13, 2001 - 02:56 am Cute, very cute. I will tell those i see that they "betta recognise"
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| | Saturday, January 13, 2001 - 09:18 am Salamz All I love this poem its short and sweet and gets to the PIONT. Your sister in Faith MuslimSIsta salamz All 
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| | Saturday, January 13, 2001 - 09:22 am '' i am busting for a style called dignity, can you handle it? '' That was really cool.
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| | Saturday, January 13, 2001 - 01:51 pm OOh my Alah that was beutifull sis, i am a fanatic about poetery and really into isalimc poetry now. May Allah reward our sister and increas us all in iman. sis "sreifing 4 jannah@ may Allah reward you fo posting this.. and please post some mo if u have it.. Love n peace yo sis in islaam
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| | Tuesday, January 16, 2001 - 08:50 am Assalamu alaykum This is a short and sweet poem! inshallah y'all will enjoy it Victim of Life Who are we? What is meant to be? Peace and harmony? Or just life's untimely destiny? You look and see And you say "is that me?" You nod your head sadly With no answer to life's mystery The mirror reflects But does not detect What is it you want, respect? Or just to be another one of life's suspect make silent du'a for the talented sistuh that wrote this....Man this poems should be published..rite look out 4 more wa'salam ur sistuh in faith...oh ya keep me in your prayers as well _____________________________________________
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| | Friday, February 02, 2001 - 02:31 pm I was wondering if any1 knew where i could contact this sista...striving4jannah??? please help!! mail me @ MizzAli2000@hotmail.com
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| | Monday, February 05, 2001 - 11:57 am Assalamu Alaikum. I just thought that some of you might like this poem. Insha Allah, May we all benefit from it. __________________ Emma is a lawyer And so is Aisha too Colleagues going into court At circa half past two Its 1 O'clock right now They grab a bite before the trial They chat about this and that Conversing with a smile Aisha is in full hijab With a loose all over suit Emma's in her business wear With accessories taboot Emma's really quite bemused At Aisha's godly ways She looks Aisha in the eyes And very firmly says You're a smart girl Aisha Why do you wear that across your hair? Subjugated by "man"-kind An object of despair Take it off my sister Let your banner be unfurled Don't blindly follow all around DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD Aisha is amazed But not the least bit shy She bravely puts her milk shake down And gives Emma the reply My dear sister Emma, Why do you dress the way you do? The skirt you're wearing round your waist, Is it really you? Now that we've sat down, I see you tug it across your thighs, Do you feel ashamed? Aware of prying eyes? I see the way you're sitting, Both legs joined at the knees, Who forces you to sit like that? Do you feel at ease? I'll tell you who obliges you, To dress the way you do, Gucci, Klein and St. Laurent, All have designs on you! In the main, its men my friend, Who dictate the whims of fashion, Generating all the garb, To incite the basest passion "Sex Sells" there is no doubt, But who buys with such great haste, The answer is the likes of you, Because they want to be embraced...... They want to be accepted, On a level playing field Sure, with brain and intellect But with body parts revealed Intelligence and reason Are useful by and by But if you want to make a mark Stay appealing to the eye You claim your skirt is office like A business dress of sorts Would we not laugh at Tony Blair If he turned up in shorts? His could be the poshest pants Pinstripe from Saville Rowe But walking round like that my friend He'd really have to go Why do you douse yourself with creams To make your skin so milky? Why do rip off all your hair To keep your body silky? A simple shower's all you need To stay respectable and clean The time and money that you spend Is really quite obscene Why do you wake up at dawn, To apply a firm foundation, Topped with make up and the like, In one chaotic combination? And if you should have to leave the house Devoid of this routine Why do you feel so insecure That you should not be seen? Be free my sister Emma Escape from your deep mire Don hijab today my friend And all Islam's attire Avoid all those sickly stares Or whistles from afar Walk down the street with dignity Take pride in who you are Strength lies in anonymity Be a shadow in the crowd Until you speak and interact When your voice will carry loud You're a smart girl Emma Wear this across your hair Don't be subjugated by "man"-kind An object of despair To use your very words my friend Let your banner be unfurled Don't blindly follow all around DECLARE YOUR FREEDOM TO THE WORLD
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