Ijumaa Kareem People

One Day Inshallah...

"Ya Allah, I pray that one day you give me the means and khatua to be able to go to this place. Amin!!!"

My Prayer

The story of my life is a diary, love, anger, bewildered, 

where I mean to write one thing but I write another,

I rise every morning with the desire to improve the world 

and a desire to enjoy the world; it's hard to plan the day

Everyday feels like my real life is about to begin, 

but something always gets in the way, a debt i forgot to pay, 

a problem that will not go away, I clear them so my real life can't delay, 

Not seeing that the beginning I am waiting for is the end of my days. 

Up to a point my life has been about consequences, 

my environment, my hereditary, my race, my society, 

but the time has come where I shall mold my own reality, 

No regrets about who I was yesterday, tomorrow is another destiny. 

I always build castles in the air, they tell me it's a bad thing

The way I figured is - isn't that where they should be?

All I have to do is toil to put the foundation to uphold it.

Even from the stones collected that others throw at me. 

Every evening I have to turn all my worries to Allah, 

what is the use of me fretting and missing sleep,

when He is going be up all night anyways, 

to give me the best answer for all the prayers I pray?

Maybe i don't like my job, may be i didn't get enough sleep, 

maybe i just had the worst day of my life, but there is no escape

no escape at all, i still have to be nice, get wildly enthusiastic,  

run down the stairs and bounce down in every step, 

Play in the street with the kids and stop to ride the wind.

I have to be grateful for one extra day above the ground, 

grateful for a fussing mother who loves me with all her love,  

grateful for a nagging boss because I am employed,

grateful for ungrateful siblings because to a family I belong. 

May I never be complete, may I never be content, 

may I never be your trophy, may I never be perfect, 

may I always be the hope of young girls who are desperate,

for a real woman who is letting her light shine. 

I want to tell you this, put your future in good hands - your own. 

A Prayer for our Mothers

Dear Lord,

Today I pray for my mother--

and our mothers everywhere,

who have made such a major contribution

to the good qualities we have,

Through great effort and patient instructions,

and who have gently polished away our rough edges.

Lord, please bless our mothers

for the endless hours of time they spent

and the nonstop energy they invested in us.

Bless our mothers for the sacrifices made on our behalf

as they often gave up or altered their own dreams

so that we could have ours.

Lord, please bless our mothers,

Who use to hold us before we could walk,

used to hear us before we could talk,

who picked us up whenever we fell,

sometimes letting us fall so we can learn how to pick ourselves up.

Lord, as I gaze in wonder,

as I watch my miracle - my mother.

Lord, You let me know you love me, through her;

In so many different ways.

Nobody loves me like my Mother.

No matter what I do,

Good or bad, happy or sad,

She supports me; She always comes through.

She is a good and fine role model,

A blessing from above.

I couldn’t be any prouder

Than I am today;

You’re my mother and my friend,

It’s a privilege to be your daughter,

Lord, please bless our mothers mightily.

Strengthen them, soothe them,

wrap them in Your infinite love

and shower them with blessings

too numerous to count, too magnificent to describe.

We love them, admire them, respect them,

and we wish that You would give them back

many times the good they gave to us.

I pray in your name, Amin.