God venn

Mohamed fra Singapore har reist over hele verden og er kjent som Adventurer Ali. Han har til og med vært i Norge!
Han er også en dyktig dikter. Hans webside
www.adventurerali.com er under konstruksjon og i mellomtiden publiserer han sine dikt og mye annet på sin blogg: http://www.adventurerali.com/blog  
Han vil dele noen dikt med oss her i Art Alliance og vi ønsker ham velkommen!
Adventurer Ali

All quiet

All quiet,
Apart from the tapping,
That never ceased to drone,
Just stopped dead,
switched off,
Nothing more to be said,
Except in my head,
I should go to bed,
Just sweet memories,
Of watching sweet words,
And no other thoughts,
Except getting on again,
No other reason,
Except to see your words
Nygifte Mohamad og hans vakre kone! De ble gift i Singapore

Sometimes in life

Sometimes in life,
you find a special friend.
Someone who changes your life
just by being a part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh
until you can?t stop.
Someone who makes you believe
That there really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces you that
there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.
This is forever friendship.
When you?re down & the world seems dark & empty,
Your forever friend lifts you up in spirit & makes that dark & empty world
suddenly seem bright and full.
Your forever friend gets you through the hard times,
the sad times & the confused times.
If you turn & walk away, your forever friend follows.
If you lose your way, your forever friend guides you & cheers you on.
Your forever friend holds your hand
& tells you that everything is going to be okay.
And if you find such a friend, you feel happy & complete
because you need not worry.
You have a forever friend
& forever has no end.
Thanx for being one
Mohamad på en av sine mange reiser


I sit here quietly and watch the sun set
Thinking of someone that I’ve never met
I wonder does she think of me too
Needless to say I am thinking of you
Wanting to hold you, to see your face
To take you away to a better place
You feel so right, too good to be true
I just can’t stop thinking of you
My friends say that I might regret
Losing my heart to a girl I’ve not met
I say there is nothing I can do
I cannot help thinking of you
I believe you were made special for me
But wonder if that could possibly be
I’m tired of being so alone and blue
But I always smile when thinking of you
Stilig fyr

I`m too busy

Everyday as I woke up at dawn
My mind started working the moment I yawned
There were many things to do, o dear!
That’s why i hastily did my Subuh prayer
I didn’t have the time to sit longer to praise the Lord
To me rushing out after prayer is nothing odd…
Since school, i had been busy every minute
Completing my tutorials and handlining in it
My ECA’s took up most of my time always
No time did i have to Allah i praise
Too many things to do and dhzikr is rare
For Allah, I really had no time to spare..
When i’ve grown up, I started my career
Working all day to secure my future
When I reached home, I prefer to have fun
I chatted on the phone but i didn’t read the Quran
I spent too much time surfing the Internet
Sad to say, my faith was falling flat…
The only time i have left is weekends
During which i prefer window shopping with friends
I couldn’t spare time to go to the mosque
I’m too busy, that’s the BIG CAUSE…
I did my five prayers but did so quickly
After prayer, I didn’t sit longer or reflect quietly
I didn’t have time to help the needy ones
I was loaded with work as my precious time runs
No time at all to visit a sick Muslim friend
To orphans and elderly, I hardly lent a hand
I’m too busy to do community service
When there were gatherings, I helped the least
My life was already full of stress
So i didn’t counsel a Muslim in distress
I didn’t spend much time with my family
B’coz i thought, doing so is silly…
No time to share with non-Muslim abt Islam
Even though I know, inviting causes no harm
No time to do Sunnah prayers at all
All these contribute to my imaan’s fall..
I’m busy here and busy there
I’ve no time at all, that’s all i care
I went for religious lessons, just once in awhile
Coz i’m too busy making a pile…
I worked all day and i slept all night
Too tired for Tahajjud and it seemed not right
To me, earning a living was already tough
So i only did basic deeds but that’s not enough..
No time at all, to admire God’s creation
No time to praise Allah and seek His Compassion
Although I know how short is my life
For Islam, I really didn’t strive..
Finally the day comes, when the Lord calls for me
And I stood before Him with my Life’s History
I feel so guilty b’coz i should have prayed more
Isn’t that what a Muslim lives for?
To thank Allah and do more good deeds
And the Quran is for us all to read..
Now at Judgement Day, I’m starting to fret
I’ve wasted my life but it’s too late to regret
My entry to Paradise depend on my good behaviour
But i’ve not done enough or did proper prayer
My “good deed book” is given from my right
An angel opened my “book” and read out my plight.
Then the angle chided me….
“O YOu MUslim servant, you are the one,
Who is given enough time, yet not much is done
Do you know that your faith is loose?
saying “no time” is only an excuse.
Your “good deed book” should be filled up more
With all the good work you stood up for..
Hence, I only recorded those little good deeds
As I say this, I know your eyes will mist..
I was about to write some more, you see
But i did not have, THE TIME to list”…….

The Secret

One day, one friend asked another,
‘How is it that you are always so happy?
You have so much energy,
and you never seem to get down.’
With her eyes smiling, she said,
‘I know the Secret!’
‘What secret is that?’
To which she re plied,
‘I’ll tell you all about it,
but you have to promise to
share the Secret with others.’
‘The Secret is this:
I have learned there is little I can do
in my life that will make me truly happy.
I must depend on Allah to make
me happy and to meet my needs.
When a need arises in my life,
I have to trust Allah to supply
according to HIS riches.
I have learned most of the time
I don’t need half of what I think I do.
He has never let me down.
Since I learned that ‘Secret’, I am happy.’
The questioner’s first thought was,
‘That’s too simple!’
But upon reflecting over her own life
she recalled how she thought a bigger house
would make her happy, but it didn’t!
She thought a better paying job
would make her happy, but it hadn’t.
When did she realize her greatest happiness?
Sitting on the floor with her grandchildren,
playing games, eating pizza or reading a story,
a simple gift from God.
Now you know it too!
We can’t depend on people to make us happy.
Only Allah in His infinite wisdom can do that.
Trust HIM!
And now I pas s the Secret on to you!
So once you get it, what will you do?
YOU have to tell someone the Secret, too!
That Allah in His wisdom will take care of YOU!
But it’s not really a secret…
We just have to believe it and do it…
Really trust Allah!


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Thanks Henry .
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