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  • View author's info Author posted on Jul 26, 2005 at 03:14


    I love all beautiful things,
    I seek and adore them;
    God has no better praise,
    And man in his hasty days
    Is honoured for them.

    I too will make something
    And joy in the making!
    Altho' tomorrow it seem'
    Like the empty words of a dream
    Remembered, on waking.
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  • View author's info posted on Apr 24, 2006 at 14:51


    Idont know why Allah doesnt want to each together.Allah knows better .I can feel and realise each and everypain you suffer.Why Allah is testing you so much without parents and now with huge pains.Sorry really sorry for you and my life is also same like you.
    But still icant forget you.If your asking me to forget bcoz you r suffering from..... sorry icant forget you.Iam not the one who forgets anyone if someone is diseased.
    Still i feel you see you realise you

    Broken heart
  • View author's info posted on Apr 20, 2006 at 16:59


    At first I never get to know you really,
    after a while we were chat-friends.
    But I miss you now and nearly
    so I am crying out my pain.
    I can not understand it at all,
    it?s driving me insane!
    Wondering how could I fall
    in love with you so deep.
    It never was my intention!
    Now I only want to weep.
    But not to mention:
    I lost my heart and lost a friend.

    Is it really our end?

    PS Why had I let you go?

    your NAZIA
  • View author's info posted on Aug 13, 2005 at 07:18


    I am a Muslim woman
    Feel free to ask me why
    When I walk,
    I walk with dignity
    When I speak
    I do not lie

    I am a Muslim woman
    Not all of me you'll see
    But what you should appreciate
    Is that the choice I make is free

    I'm not plagued with depression
    I'm neither cheated nor abused
    I don't envy other women
    And I'm certainly not confused

    Note, I speak perfect English
    Et un petit peu de Francais aussi
    I'm majoring in Linguistics
    So you need not speak slowly

    I run my own small business
    Every cent I earn is mine
    I drive my Chevy to school & work
    And no, that's not a crime!

    You often stare as I walk by
    You don't understand my veil
    But peace and power I have found
    As I am equal to any male!

    I am a Muslim woman
    So please don't pity me
    For God has guided me to truth
    And now I'm finally free!
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