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The Strongest Man

My father was the strongest man I know.

No matter how heavy life became, he carried it on his shoulders with patience and quiet strength.

He sacrificed so much without ever asking for anything in return, always working, always providing, always protecting.

His love might not always be loud, but it’s in everything he does.

I’ll forever thank Allah for blessing me with a father like him.

A man of dignity, wisdom, and the purest intentions.

Despite the burdens he’s faced, he’s never stopped being a pillar of strength and love.

I pray that every hardship he endured is turned into ease for him in the hereafter.

And that every silent tear becomes a means to Jannah.

I’m so proud to be his son.

Allah preserve him, reward him, and always keep him close to my heart. Allah give you the best place in Jannah,

Ameen

13 years today for my beloved father

Ismail ibn Nazir Satia (one who is in dire need of Allah’s forgiveness, mercy and pleasure)

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In Love of The Divine 🌹

Abu Darda RA reported:

The Prophet, peace and blessings be upon him, said,

“Your love of something might render you blind and deaf.”

حُبُّكَ الشَّيْءَ يُعْمِي وَيُصِمُّ

(Source: Sunan Abī Dāwūd 5130)

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Love makes a man both blind and deaf,

Seeking to be with the beloved at every breath.

Real love is to love all things belonging to the beloved,

Regardless of how much one may have suffered.

One even loves the one whom the beloved loves,

The secret to yearning the love of The True Beloved is to love Him and whom He loves,

Gaining the love of Allah from the firm belief and good deeds he does.

The most noble of all creation is our beloved Nabi ﷺ who is the beloved of the Divine and whom we are told to love more than our father, our children and all mankind,

So come choose to be kind and in his love become so blind.

If Majnu searched the walls and dwelling places of Leila in love of the one who used to live there within, though to him she was far gone,

We should long to visit the blessed cities in hope of placing our dirty feet where on Allah’s beloved will have walked upon.

For a lover, nothing can be disliked in his Beloved. The lover will even see people in perfection, and the love will stem,

Because everyone is unique in His creation, seeing complete and special perfection within them.

We should love Allah Almighty, and for His sake love all His creatures,

This deep desire to see The Beloved and to only love The Beloved comes only from The Beloved’s true and sincere seekers.

When true love comes, so does mercy and compassion,

This is not the lust that comes with passion.

Connect to the source of all love, the Lord of all beings Ya Wadud, the Loving One.

Ar Rahmaan, Ar Raheem, the Compasionate One, the Most Merciful One.

Says one passionate lover In love of our beloved Mustafa:

“The passionate gaze sees him as the first and the last, he is the Quran, the Furqan, Yaseen and Taha” (Allamah Iqbal RH).

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The Brightest Star

On the day you were born it was like a new star in the sky, the brightest ever star,

The day we said goodbye, a light went out on earth for me you are now very far.

But your soul went up to the skies and lit up the heavens,

You are always in my memory, your lovely star will forever shine.

Always remember a dad is a hero, a safe place who carries our worries and carries our weight,

Appreciate what dads do before it is too late.

A dad is there when problems need solving,

When dad is around you are constantly changing and evolving.

Always there for support and to give you a pat on the back,

Dads never turn a blind eye, but always keep you on the right track.

Eleven years on… Nazirahmed Daud Satia (Allah elevate his status).

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Ten Years On….

27th November 2013 – Nazir Ahmed Satia (Allah drench him in his mercy)

Parents live forever. People say that when parents die, the world comes to an end. The house looks empty. But I feel that parents live forever and they stay with us. It’s us who forget them. The matter of fact is that a brother has the eyes of the beloved father, a sister has a pretty face like a compassionate mother, a sibling smiles like a dad, or a sister cooks like a mum.

Parents don’t die. They never leave us. They live among us. They live in us. We are the reflections of our parents. Despite their physical absence, they continue to live in us. When you want to remember your parents, when you want to see them, when you want to be with them, simply gather your siblings around you. You will find the mesmerising smile of the mother in one sibling, the soothing voice of the father in another. You will feel your parents very close to you. All around you. Deep inside you. The garden of love that parents cultivate and grow with love, from the time that you are born, with the hard work of their tears and blood; it will continue to bloom, unaffected by the cycles of tough weathers of life. They shelter us in tough times. But there are times, when we forget all their hard work and destroy the paradise that they built, with our selfishness, hatred, and opportunistic attitudes.

Parents don’t die. We put them to death. Love your parents. Love your siblings. Continue to feed the garden that parents cultivated with love and compassion so that it never stops blooming and blossoming. You will make your world a living paradise on Earth. A heaven that only knows love, compassion, care, respect and it has you with your loved ones around you.

Allah forgive our parents and have mercy on them, accept their good deed and grant them Jannah, Ameen

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What Makes a Dad?

Allah took the strength of a mountain,

The majesty of a tree,

The warmth of a summer sun,

The calm of a quiet sea,

The generous soul of nature,

The wisdom of the ages,

The power of the eagle’s flight,

The joy of a morning in spring,

The faith of a mustard seed,

The patience of eternity,

The depth of a family need,

Then Allah combined these qualities,

When there was nothing more to add,

He knew his masterpiece was complete,

And so, He called it Dad

In memory of my dad eight years on… Allah drench him in His mercy.

Tags abba, abbaa, black, blackburn, dad, father, nazir, nazir ahmed satia, nazir satia, nazirahmed, nazirahmed daud satia, nazirahmed satia

Dhulm/Oppression Poems

If al-Masjid al-Aqsa could speak…

Post author By Ismail ibn Nazir Satia
Post date 25 May 2021
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If al-Masjid al-Aqsa could speak… it would say

I am not Palestinian, I am not Arab, I am Muslim but it is the duty,

Of every Muslim to make me free.

Where are your men, where are the armies?

That is what I need in times of atrocities.

If al-Masjid al-Aqsa could speak… it would say

Your speeches are empty and your words are weak,

I wish the truth had a tongue and my walls could speak.

To the tyrant rulers I don’t need your false lies,

I don’t worry about the merciless Zionists but I worry for the Muslim hypocrites and spies.

If al-Masjid al-Aqsa could speak… it would say

I don’t worry about tanks and planes,

I don’t care about the tractors and cranes.

I worry about the Takbeer inside me and the echoes of the Adhan,

I worry about the Tasbeeh in my corners and the melody of the Qur’an.

If al-Masjid al-Aqsa could speak… it would say

I want to hear the name of Allah, My Master,

He will free me from this calamity and disaster.

I no longer have any patience, the time has come,

Please! I beg you march and roll the drum.

If al-Masjid al-Aqsa could speak… it would say

To the Muslim rulers, come and liberate me,

Otherwise don’t you dare visit me.

O Muslims! Why don’t you feel my pain?

Don’t see you see the bombs and rockets that daily rain?

If al-Masjid al-Aqsa could speak… it would say

Where is NooruDeen? Where is SalahuDeen?

Nowhere are they to be found, nowhere are they to be seen?

O Ummah! Rescue me, I am shackled and tied,

You say you are 1 billion, but I feel like you have already died (spiritually).

If al-Masjid al-Aqsa could speak… it would say

They are weak and known to be cowards (Israelis),

But what has happened to you, you seem to have spiralled downwards?

Even a small army is sufficient, it would certainly conquer and win,

But you fear your enemy more than you fear your sins.

If al-Masjid al-Aqsa could speak… it would say

I know you will not come, I know you are afraid,

I await the Khalifah the one who must be obeyed.

I shall return to the Muslims, I will be free one day,

This has been prophesised and it is not just hearsay… (In Sha Allah).

Ismail ibn Nazir Satia (One who is in dire need of Allah’s forgiveness, mercy and pleasure)

15th Shawwal 1442

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNLhwhp6co8

Audio recital of the poem

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As Far As I Remember…

As far as I remember, war had two sides,

As far as I remember, both were armed.

They gathered their men and met outsides,

Left the elderly, children and women unharmed.

Lest we forget…

As far as I remember, war was fought equally

As far as I remember, both sides chose the war,

War was a last resort but carried out legally

No F16s and drones from the sky were tore,

Lest we forget…

As far as I remember, war left the houses undamaged,

As far as I remember, war had a reason

With the men off to war, the families still managed,

Each soldier, each fighter, a beacon

Lest we forget…

Never will we forget

I remember when they came,

They thought that war was a game.

They killed Father and widowed Mother,

They beat my sister and my brother.

We watched the neighbourhood disappear,

Why it was happening was really unclear.

Did they have no heart killing an innocent child?

When all it did was looked at them and smiled?

We watched them bulldoze our homes and streets,

And we began to prepare the coffin sheets.

We watched the bombs drop from the sky above,

Wishing we could finally be with those whom we love.

I will protect you, O Sacred Land till death do us part,

I vow to guard and defend you with all my heart.

You will forever be mine,

You are MY Palestine.

Zainab bint Hussain

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