Islamic Revival

As I feel hunger and thirst, I ponder Upon what path do I tread? Is it simply to abstain from bread? Am I of those whose bellies are empty but deeds remain unchanged? Of those whose obedience is temporary Vanishing upon the cry of the Mu’azzin on the day of celebration? Am I truly willing to accept the need for reformation? Will this Ramadhan be like the others? Passing in the blink of an eye Having no time to cry, to ask for true repentance from my Lord Or will I realise the purpose for which I abstain from food? That fasting is only part of the good That the Lord of the worlds is not reliant on us Rather we rely upon Him That all this is in vain, if we go against the grain of what He revealed in this very month The guidance and light for humanity Let me put aside my vanity And submit not only with prayer and recitation But with sincerity and application 1st Ramadhan 2004

From deep below it came A shock and awe of our time A reminder to all those who forget That the time we have is all but spent That the day when the quake will be greater approaches As the earth narrates our deeds there will be no escape So let the tears not be in vain Ponder upon His signs That you may walk among this earth in comfort Knowing that the deeds it narrates will be to your credit Not the false words of the fakers Or the empty deeds of the heartbreakers In their haughtiness and high towers they will not be safe As the tsunami of death will reach them Then they will see that which they avoid It will hit them as the tidal wave hit the land Sweeping away their souls in the blink of an eye So be wary of the deeds you accrue For on the day of reckoning Even the atoms weight may defeat you 10th January 2005

Empty words do they speak Their speeches full of deceit Their actions full of hypocrisy In their so-called law of democracy The blood of martyrs is still fresh As mothers bury their children to rest These fools continue to obsess In their palaces and high towers With wealth and riches which are ours They run to their masters at every opportunity In the false hope that their treachery will lead to security They need to wake up and smell the reality The Ummah boils and will topple their fallacy As Yathrib fell to the Prophet’s men We too shall overturn Shaytans den The day is near by Allah’s leave The day they fear and perceive As the pledge is given to the one To rule by the book and obey none Except He, the Almighty Lord of men Who revealed and taught man the pen The misery and suffering will wash away Then we will live according to the Prophet’s way

As you sleep in comfort Your land of origin bleeds Crying out for more than prayer beads Indeed one sixth of the Ummah is in need Of carriers of the call trained and ready Cultured and groomed to remain steady So of what use is your study If your books and notes help nobody Whilst you continue to receive your monthly pay Your brothers awaiting you feel dismay So ponder upon the blood that runs through your veins For the thought of your forefathers remains Able to create a sea change With the call that may initially seem strange To remind all of the minarets and forts built long ago Working to remove the pain, suffering and sorrow Not in vain did Tipu’s blood spill Not in vain did Ghaznawi ride the winds This land will return to its true origin Not of poverty and conflict Nor of hunger and the beggar’s bowl To prosperity and peace shall it return For the shade of the Quran do we all yearn With the rule of He who is not begotten Shall we beget, the dawn of a new age So don’t just turn th

As the land of Bukhari bleeds Mothers weep vowing to continue their sons deeds To speak the truth in the face of the tyrant Whose lies can never win the hearts of the non-violent Unarmed they rose their hands in the air Unflinching in their determination not despair Too long have they drowned in oppression Too long have their cries remain unheard By Allah the time for change is near As the tyrant gasps for air All he finds are the calls of those with no fear Whose ears cannot wait to hear Of the toppling of his rule to yesteryear As the sons of Tirmidhi struggle His worry and fear only double For he knows that the blood he spills And the martyrs he kills With his drunken soldiers high on vodka and pills Cannot delay the inevitable The gates of his palace are penetrable This land will return to the Quran’s rule Bring an end to the reign of a fool Zamakshari’s tafseer is not forgotten With all your wealth ill gotten You can never delete the words of the unbegotten The legacy of an-Nasafi

As the hour of truth draws nearer Our determination grows, strengthening our resolve As we know what the path that lays before us holds Sticks and stones may break our bones But the power that boils within our breasts can never be contained As its origin is not of this world It is the power that links the living and the dead, this life and what is to come after it, this world and the next Surely their plans will fail Such that the line of their sons will join our ranks, casting aside the years of their forefathers as ignorance Only then will humanity be united Only then will peace prevail And the Word of He who created man from the clot shall reign supreme

As the shadow of evil is lifted from our lands A new power arises Able to unite humanity with the uttering of a word The statement above all others That shall bellow in the courtyards of the earth Piercing the hearts Penetrating the minds Striking fear into those who oppose it Enlightening those who embrace it For power lies in a word Not in iron forged Nor barracks filled It is a word that they shall speak As the sleeping giant awakes