Biggest Nuissance of Indian Weddings

Biggest Nuissance of Indian Weddings

The biggest nuissance at the south asian wedding event

Is not hall that must be rent

Nor the money that must be spent

Nor the invites that must be sent

Nor the rituals and other content

It is the old Indian aunty who doesn’t repent

Frustration at her I must vent

To ruin the fun is her advent

Her opposition to Allah and his blessed guidelines

Sends emotions flaring several times

Her body is filled with poison mines

Verbally ready to blast at anyone who - wishes to follow a halal or two

Haram and sin is her idea of a great function

She helps satan at every junction

Trapped in the ignorant delusion of culture

She screeches around like a hungry vulture

She rips the hijab off the head of the bride

She tightens the fabric around the groom’s hide

She pushes the imams and sheikhs violently aside

In showing off wealth she takes pride

For freemixing of genders she takes a side

Walks around with an arrogant stride

Makes comments mean and snide

For the angels to curse the doors open wide

She makes the couple cry and ruins their dream

Of following the Sahaba so pure and clean

Some wish she were an ant small and blue

Then someone would stumble on her with their shoe

May Allah protect her from me and you

May Allah guide her to the path that is true

Umm Musk

Boys' Issues

Boys' Issues

He creeps out of his room late at night

His stealthy footsteps give you a fright

Quietly you begin to follow

With a heavy heart, a guilt you swallow

He makes his way through another door

You thinks he’s studying you’re not sure

Peeping into the room he is seated

You find yourself lost and defeated

There on the screen in the room so dark

You view strong images naked stark

Behind his head you are shocked to view

Violence and nudity there ensue

Where did your parenting skills fail

Somewhere deep your soul begins to wail

You bite your fist and stifle a cry

You thought you raised him modest and shy

You didn’t anticipate this awful test

When you happily brought him to the west

You thought you could get away without preaching

Neglecting Islam and all it’s moral teaching

Realisation dawns bitter as gourd

You didn’t instil in him fear of your Lord

Now who are you going to blame

You hang your head low in shame

Confirmed are unspoken fears

You bow down to your lord in tears

A poem by Umm Shabd. Asalamalaikum: Feel free to share my poem but please give credit and link back this blog. This is not for fame, name or the money game..... this blog is for dawah purposes only so the more poems people read the more ajr we get and you get too. JazakAllah khair.