The Chosen One

What a year was 570 AD
A person was born, a prophet to be
Muhammed (saws) that was his name
People were misguided and thats when he came
He would go on to leave all the idols behind
He is an example to all of mankind
Rabbi al Awwal the 20th, that was the day
He came to this world to show us the way
He was born in Mecca, the holiest place
A life full of challenges he was to face
Abdullah his father, had by then passed away
Leaving Amina his mother, in her arms he lay
Haalima Sadia, took over his care
Until he was six, our prophet was there
His mother then died, he was left all alone
Abdul Muttalib his grand-dad then made him his own
When our prophet was nine, his grandfather died
Abu Talib, his uncle, became his new guide
In his 20's, a merchant Muhammed (saws) became by trade
Al-Amin, (the trustworthy) became his grade
Khadija (ra) aged 40, became his bride
He was 25, with her by his side
To the poor,she gave away all her wealth
A dedicated wife in sickness and health
360 idols in the Kaaba, they were at that time
Our prophet realised that this was a crime
He would go to Mount Hira,
leaving behind his wife
Reflecting and wondering about the meaning of life
While thinking there in the midst of the night
He heard a loud voice which filled him with fright
It was the angel Gibrail(as) who asked him to read
Our prophet couldn't and didnt take heed
The angel embraced him and then asked him later
Read, Read in the name of the Creator
Who created man from a drop of blood
Our prophet couldn't read but at that time he could
Our prophet rushed to the path straight ahead
He heard a voice from the heavens which said
Muhammed (saws) truly you are the messenger of God
Muhammed (saws) was scared and thought this quite odd
'Praise be to God' his wife said instead
''I know you've been chosen as God's messenger' she said
And thus Khadija (ra) became the first woman of islam
And over the next 23 years came the revelation, the Quran
He preached to all people, every creed every race
Yet so many hardships he had to face
There were fears for his life, then the Hijrat took place
He then entered Medina, all by Allah's grace
He was greeted by the Ansaris who gave their salaam
To him and his companians,
the Sahaba ikram
Then came the battles, which were fought face to face
Then the conquest of Mecca, Muhammed (saws)'s birthplace
An Nasr was revealed,
 it's message was clear
Muhammed (saws) knew that his time was near
Everyone gathered to hear his last speech
little did they know how far Allah's message would reach
Muhammed (saws) gave us the miracle the Quran
And now a 1/4 of the world follow Islam
He is our role-model, the best of mankind
And has left the Quran and his Sunnah behind
Read the Quran as much as you can
The words of Allah (swt) for the guidance of man
And follow our prophet's sunnah, when eating and dressing
And send him salutations and many a blessing
He came to mankind to show us the way
And Insha-Allah, we'll meet him, we'll meet him one day

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

EATING HABITS

Stop your Play, it's time to eat,
Come wash your hands and take a seat
Before you start though, bring to mind,
The mercy of Allah who is so kind.
So begin in the name of Allah,
By always saying Bismillah,
Don't dish out more than you can eat,
For Muslims shouldn't over eat.
And one thing you must understand,
It's good to eat with your right hand,
Never stuff your mouth with food,
That would surely be most rude.
Take your time and chew quite well,
Pick up morsels in case it fell,
Eat your food and leave no waste,
There's no need to eat in haste.
Drink your tea and slip slow,
You don't have to gulp you know,
When you've finished thank Allah,

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

FORGIVENESS IS A VIRTUE OF THE BRAVE

Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserved,
That serves no useful need.

They stand firmly in their judgment,
And won't consider a mistake.
They prefer to hold a senseless grudge,
Than accept amends when made.

They feel they have some Godly right,
To reject and criticize.
They're possessed by righteous anger,
And consumed by pointless pride.

They're focused on how they've been wronged,
And won't be made the fool again.
So they feel they must avenge themselves,
By refusing to give in.

They will sacrifice their family,
Or forsake a long, time friend.
Do anything they have to do,
To be the winner in the end.

Or perhaps it's that they can't resolve,
The depth of all their hurt.
Caused when someone that they've trusted,
Left them questioning their worth.

But no matter why the struggle,
Out of pride or out of fear.
Not being able to forgive,
Can cause the loss of ones most dear.

Yes, forgiveness is a virtue,
They even say it is divine.
But more than that it sets you free,
From what weighs you down inside.

The best way to approach this life,
Is to ask forgiveness and to forgive.
There's a balance to this crazy world,
So live and just let live.

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

STUDENTS' LIFE

Students life is full of fun
work and play.
their day begins with a prayer
And, ends with play.

They go to school with a heavy bag on their back,
And water bottles in their hand.
They sit in the class and toil all day,
And learn about millipedes that coil all day.

In school they make many friends,
And learn many trends.
They even learn values
of love and life.

They study all day
And are bright like the sunray
They can even swim
Like the fish on sea-bay.

Studies develop brainpower,
Sports develop willpower.
They can do both
Without any pain!

They use pens,
They use papers.
They can draw many things
And make many colorful rings.

But when examination comes,
They study all day
They work for appreciation
And sacrifice lot of recreation.

East or west
Students life is the best,
they can start their day with a prayer
And end with lots of play!

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

PLEASE DON'T HURT ME

Scared and alone a sad little girl cries herself to sleep,
No hand to hold, no one to tell so alone at night she'd weep.

Tears falling down her nine year old face,
she felt so unloved, she felt out of place,
She told all her secrets to her pillowcase.

See there was a man much older than she,
He was suppose to be in love and married to her mommy.

But her mom would leave and while she was out of the house,
He would sneak around quiet as a mouse.

He would find that lonely little girl,
And ruin her entire world.

And when he was through he'd look her in the eye,
And say "if you say a word your brothers and mom will die."

So she kept that secret through all of the years,
She spent her time crying all of the tears.

That man got away with all that he did,
Trying to make a woman out of a little kid.

She never told her mom but one day,
Her mom read it in a journal she had, had hidden away.

She talked to her mom and they tried to make him pay,
For all of the years he had taken away.

So that little girl answered questions day after day,
Of all the things he would do and say.

One thing after another, time after time,
She had to relive all of this in her mind.

But there wasn't enough hard evidence to make the case last,
After all of the years that had come and passed.

So the man had to register as a sex offender for a couple of years,
For making that little girl cry all of those tears.

She paid more than he did and still does to this day,
For now she has a daughter she can hardly let play.

Because what that man did scarred her like a knife,
She feels like less of a woman, and feels like he stole her life.

Every once in awhile she swears she sees his face,
At a store, a station, just any place.

And it is enough to send a chill to the bone,
Will he hurt me again, will he follow me home?

After you went through misery like that,
You can never have your normal life back.

You think about it sometimes, you know he's still there,
You wonder if he  come and get you, you have to live with that fear.

Once you have been violated in such a way,
You can't help but think he'll still get you one day.

No matter how safe you are, or what anyone has said,
He could be gone from this earth, but he's forever in your head.

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

YOUR HIJAB YOUR PRIDE

Bismillah. For the girls who have yet to discover the beauty of the veil.
Your hijab not only covers you, but can also protect,
It makes men view you as a decent person, not an object.
And when the Quran orders:
"tell the believing women to lower their gaze,"
You ought to do so,
and must not have evil face.
Your hijab veils your shame,
it can pull you away from several evil deeds,
It makes others recognize you as a faithful, true Muslim,
Who listens to Allah SWT and heeds.
Your hijab, like I stated before, reveals you as a truly trying believer,
A follower of the Prophet s.a.w. peace be upon him and his lovely family,
and avoider of a deceiver,
Your hijab expresses who you are,
and it earns you respect of greatness,
Not one man of the Non-Mahram category
dare ever eye you to witness!
Your hijab tells others: Better treat her seriously,
If they mess around and ignore
the warning signs,
They'll have to pay greatly.
Your hijab is never ugly!
No, no, it makes you feel prettier than ever.
It's just that your Lord wants you to hide your gifted beauty,
You'll enjoy it in Paradise, in which you will, Insha Allah, abide in forever.

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet.

WORLD TEACHER'S DAY

Happy Teachers Day

The everyday duties of a teacher
Are as difficult as they can be, 
Whether in an elementary or secondary school
Or whether the teacher is a he or she.

The teacher must possess a bundle of information, 
A knowledge that will constantly shine, 
And in addition must maintain class discipline
To keep all the students properly in line.

There are insurmountable number of questions
to be answered during every period of the day, 
And test papers must be carefully graded when
The students leave and go merrily on their way.

The pleasures and encounters of an evening out
Are few and seldom to be socially shared, 
Because the next day's lessons must have priority, 
Be reviewed and lessons carefully prepared.

A dedicated teacher gets a personal satisfaction
In this cumbersome and timeless atmosphere.
The role of a teacher is vital in this complex world, 
Preparing all students for a future career.

For some, you may be the candle
But for me, you are the light
That showed me how to handle
Even the daunting without fright

For some, your eyes may be warm
But for me, they are bright
They showed me the right platform
Leading me to a greater height

For some, you may be spring
But for me, you are the flowers
That groomed me little wings
To fly higher than the towers

For some, you may be a teacher
But for me, you are an angel
And angel whom I’ll never forget
But for now, it is your special day 

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara 
The Humanitarian Poet. 

The OCEAN OF TEARS

THE OCEAN OF TEARS

Is where many people

Have cried because of

Their unknown fears.

THE OCEAN OF TEARS

Took many years to fill up

To understand not everything

Is being offered by hand.

THE OCEAN OF TEARS

Will always be around

Until we learn to

stand firm on our own ground.

If we allow ourselves to love

Experience hurt, to trust

With all our hearts but know

In order to trust, we should

Take what we must.

To be wise, strong, loving,

And to be tall

To see we can't have it all.

THE OCEAN OF TEARS

Has been building up

From so much sorrow.

But on the other side

Of that river

Is a brighter tomorrow.

I myself had shed many drops of water

Into that river of tears.

To see my own reflection and know

I can turn my life in a new direction.

If I can allow myself to see there

Will be bad days and good days that will

Be so much better, then with this bit of knowledge

I can end my letter.

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara 

The Humanitarian Poet 

Knowing It Exists Is Not Enough

Think Pink!

Each month be sure to check your breasts, 

To ensure there aren't any unwanted guests.

Cancer's next victim I will not be, 

Checking yourself is the key.

Lumps and bumps I hope not to find, 

Terrible tricks cancer plays on the mind.

A doctor's visit once a year, 

Will help to be sure you're in the clear.

The battle with cancer many have lost, 

Not checking monthly isn't worth the cost.

October we celebrate those who fought and won, 

And searching for a cure is never done.

Knowing it exists isn't enough 

So be aware before it'll be tough 

You could be next if you don't stop and think, 

October...breast cancer awareness...yes...I will think pink!

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara

The Humanitarian Poet 

The Challenges of Life

Life is tough--that's what they say,

But they don't know what it's like every day,

To wake up in the morning and go to school,

Just so people can test you and prove you're a fool.

The teacher says you obviously didn't try,

But they don't know you go to your room and cry.

You did put in effort, you did your part,

They just don't understand you're not that smart.

Then comes the pressure from your mum and dad,

Who are so clearly disappointed that your grades are bad.

You are punished and picked on for the rest of the year,

Because you finally gave up on the future career

That was once so close, but is now so distant,

However, your teachers and parents are still insistent.

It's hard enough getting up and going to class,

Without the pressure and expectation that you have to pass.

The worst part, however, is not that you're a disappointment,

It's the permanent, never ending embarrassment

Of always failing and coming last,

Of never being good enough, your confidence dropping fast.

Everyone else seems to be doing just fine,

Their parents are all proud, unlike mine.

Honestly, I can't think of a worse place than this,

When in reality it's made out to be somewhere we should miss.

I won't miss it, I'll be glad to leave,

Five years wasted because failure is all I ever received.

I know it's my fault and that I'm the one to blame.

I gave up so early on because I was ashamed.

To my family I'm a failure, and I'm a failure to myself,

Everyone's high expectations only damaged my metal health.

If I ever have kids I will always try

To make sure the fear of failure is not the reason they ever cry.

People need to understand school's no longer fun or good,

'Cause some of us don't fit in, although we wish we could

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara 

The Humanitarian Poet 

LIFE AFTER DEMISE

You only live once so sit back and enjoy

No time for sorrows so fill it up with joy

This way of thinking is totally wrong

Our total existence is forever long

Life is for eternity its stages are four

The first is in the womb, but hold on there's more

The second is from birth until the moment we die

The third takes place in the place where we lie

Barzakh is it's name until judgement day

The fourth is eternity and in heaven we pray!

The soul splits from the body at the time we die

Then with the angel of death, they both will fly

If the person is pious, the angel looks handsome

And the wicked will wish, that they could ransom

For the pious, the soul is taken on a piece of silk

Eventually, they're in heaven with rivers of milk

The evil person's soul is dragged out with pain

Then they know, their life was in vain

When Allah swt gives the order, the soul is returned

Either to a bed of paradise, or else to be burned

The soul is returned, while the family are grieving

And then he is questioned while his loved ones are leaving

At that time the person will be in such a state

He is asked three questions which determine his fate

He will be panicking, his heart full of fear

When he sees the angels, Munkar and Nakeer

He will be asked about his God, religion and what did he say

About the person who appears in front of him that day

That will be Muhammed saws, who can save us from hell

The pious will recognise him, but others won't tell

After answering rightly they are saved from the ordeal

Of the torments of the grave, which to us seem unreal

Their grave is extended and in peace they stay

They will praise Allah swt and continue to pray

A window of paradise is seen and they sleep in bliss

Whereas the unbelievers grave becomes hell's abyss

Creatures are let loose on their fronts and back

Their graves close in until their ribs will crack

They are in constant agony until judgement day

Nothing will help, it will be too late to pray

They will know because of themselves, their future is wrecked

But they won't have a clue what to further expect

For the believer , it passes like a good night's sleep

His good deeds have been done, the rewards he shall keep

Judgement day will pass like the time for a prayer

At the speed of light he crosses the bridge, thin as a hair

And before he knows it, he is in paradise

Whereas the unbeliever, will be paying his price

This life is a journey, death isn't the end

Real life goes on, so don't just pretend

So prepare now, we're not here to stay

Follow islam, the key is to pray

If only you knew the torments of hell

It is the worst of places where anyone could dwell

It is in existence even as we speak

And for its inhabitants the outlook is bleak

On the day of rising, hell will be in view

A terrible sight, if only you knew

It will be brought forward by 70,000 reigns

And 70,000 angels will be on each of those chains

After burning for a thousand years , it's flames turned white

A thousand more years, now it's as black as the night

You think the flames are bearable, you're totally wrong

The flames  of hell are sixty nine times as strong

In a flash it will disintegrate all of your bones

The hellfire will be fuelled by man and stones

The thickness of your skin will greatly increase

Causing your threshold for pain to greatly decrease

The people in hell are there to stay

They will melt to nothing, 70,000 times in a day

70 years it will take, for a stone that is thrown

to hit the bottom of hell and it won't be alone

the food of hell resembles a devil's head

and to drink, boiling water and blood bright red

which cuts up the bowels, everything will fall out

the inhabitants of hell will scream and shout

some will be taken out by Almighty Allah's command

but the polytheists will stay eternally damned

Take up islam, the only way to succeed

once you see hellfire, it'll be far too late

Brothers and sisters take this advice

You'll be proud of yourself, when in paradise!

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara 

The Humanitarian Poet. 

Letter to The Humanitarian Poet

Dear Humanitarian Poet, 

Do  not weave your fabric of myth

or speak to us in grand verse

telling of the song of the spheres

or the days before this dark time

Pen down to erase the darkness 

Let the ink of your pen 

Wipes out our tears and pain

help us see the real place of light

hear the clear voice of truth

know the pure heart of justice

 Look Humanitarian Poet, 

look at the terrible suffering

tell us where that is birthed

tell us how to see with our own eyes

so that we might reach in

and tear out the pain

uproot the sorrow

crush the evil with your arrow 

Come on Humanitarian Poet! 

You possess the strengths 

To defeat them in queue 

You won the most horrific battle
Against the brutal mosquitoes and it wasn't hurdle 

You see many things 

Humanitarian Poet

But you talk in riddles

you avoid the cold pay

and the hard way

for the soft path of platitudes

and metaphors attitudes 

of meter and rhyme

but this is not the time

Look Humanitarian Poet, 

look into the fire

feel it burn your eyes and attire 

Burn your soul to black arshes 

tell us how that feels

let us hear you scream

rally us in soft cream

set us examples in word

lift your pen like a sword

and strike down the imbalance

show us the great Palace 

and we will join the battle face

Recall your famous story 

Humanitarian Poet 

You once said that, 

If your pen gets dry

Your voice wouldn't be heard

Your words wouldn't be read

If your pen gets dry

The whole world would cry

The kitchen would no longer fry 

Meat and fish pie 

Your presence will die

Your soul will fly high in tie

Remember Humanitarian Poet, 

Your last name is Hydara 

Which interprets a Lion in language 

Massacre them mercilessly 

We would follow you tirelessly 

but you must tell us 

Humanitarian Poet

tell us what is real

tell us the secrets behind 

in the power that is plain language

We will listen attentively 

act upon carefully 

And am waiting for your response impatiently

Yours sincerely. 

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara 

The Humanitarian Poet 

The Kid In The Back of The Class

The kids pointed and the kids laughed
at the young man that sat in the back of the class.

The one with his head down
to conceal his lost frown,
the one whose face of confusion
led to all the student's intrusion.

Him feeling miserable was the children's desire
they most enjoyed teasing him of his attire.
From the clothing he would wear
to the weird styles of his hair.

As the children ridiculed him and called him names
the young man hid his face in great shame.
What was he to do when it was one vs. all?
coz he knew what they'd do when they found him in the hall.

The bruises on his skin
were not punishments from his own sins.
But they were the cruelty for his differences,
and the consequence of his existence.

It was midday the next day when the school went under attack
the students inside had no time to react.
Everything was happening all so fast
and it all started right after that first blast.

Loud gunshots filled every hall
and blood was splattered all over every wall.
For thirty long minutes the rampage went on
until it finally ended with the death of the con.

When it was all over, reporters flooded the scene,
and asked everyone around what they had seen.
Students said they never saw the man
they said as soon as they heard the guns, they all just ran

Days later the school was still full of broken glass
but that didn't stop students from returning to class.
When class had started the students placed, under their desks, their feet.
and they all turned around to notice in the back that there was one empty seat...

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

My Dear Trainee Teachers

My Dear Trainee Teachers

As you’ll be embarking on another chapter of your education,

Go with zeal and full determination,

Be curious to see your new destination,

Its an environment where you’ll meet the future generation,

Hoping to see you deliver up to their expectation.

My Dear Teacher Trainee 

The College has impacted in you knowledge, a tool for transformation

Both academic and moral formation 

You're entrusted to represent the whole Institution

Raise the flag of our nation

And try to avoid any sort of abomination.

My Dear Teacher Trainee

It does not matter where you would be posted as your destination,

Because everywhere is part of our noble nation

Go and carry on this noblest of occupation

Remember where you came from and desist procrastination

Because it is the beginning of frustration.

My Dear Teacher Trainee

In the classroom students will be curious to see your every motion

Since, they were told to welcome

The new Teacher Trainee from a strange location

Be an early bird as its a sign of devotion 

And resist coming late, lest you be caution.

My Dear Teacher Trainee

Don’t forget to plan your lessons; it would help you in better implementation

Teach them well; teach your pupils how to build a nation

Show them how good students should behave in your explanation

Because you may never know what they learn from observation

Give them significant and relevant information

And maintain good channel of communication.

My Dear Teacher Trainee

Be a role model to every student; inspired them in your expression

Hit the nail on the head in a state of confliction

Accept when you are wrong and try to improve on your weak portion 

You must inspire

So that they’ll aspire

Before your time expire

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara 

The Humanitarian Poet. 

ADDICTION

Dear Addiction

I'm writing this to you,

Telling you we're through.

I can't take you anymore,

Don't know what I liked you for.

All you did was wear me out.

Now I know what you're all about.

You came to me with promise and joy,

Now look at all the things you destroy.

Families, lives, bank accounts, you see.

You ruined it all with one little tease.

Look at the way you make me feel

Then you take it all and want me to steal

Why can't you just go and hide

Somewhere far away where I'll never find?

Everyone at home doesn't understand

How you rip me apart then lend me a hand.

I keep coming back thinking inside

Maybe this time I'll make you my bride.

Then I sit and wonder why,

Why do you really want me to die?

Thousands and thousands come to you

Hoping and praying you'll help them through.

Then they fall for your lending hand,

Only to realize you're nothing but a scam.

You promised me heaven and sent me to hell.

You ruined my life and then wished me well.

Watch me now as I go on my way.

I'm washing myself of all your pain.

So you and your power can just leave me be.

I'm taking my life and setting it free

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara 

The Humanitarian Poet