Please Judge God
Allahu Allahu Allahu Allahu
Allah’s fate is not good for the things He can’t do!
Allahu Allahu Allahu Allahu
Allah’s mood is not good for the things He can’t do!
Allahu Allahu Allahu Allahu
Allah’s dream-girl is His sweet dream that won’t come true!
Allahu Allahu Allahu Allahu
Please now people judge God knowing Him through and through!
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A For Allah
A for Allah
A for All
A for Alright
It’s all right!
A for Allah
It's for All
Allah Allah
Allahu
Who who who who
Allahu
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A for Allah
A for All
Yea it's for All
It's all right
A for Allah
It's for All
Allah Allah
Allahu
Who who who who
Allahu
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Hmm Hmm Hmm Hmm
Allahu
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The Five Adorations
I praise Thee, God, whose rays upstart beneath the Bright
and Morning Star:
Nowit asali fardh salat assobhi allahu akbar.
I praise Thee, God, the fierce and swart; at noon Thou ridest
forth to war!
Nowit asali fardh salat assohri allahu akabr.
I praise Thee, God, whose arrows dart their royal radiance
o'er the scar:
Nowit asali fardh salat asasri allahu akabr.
I praise Thee, God, whose fires depart, who drivest down the
sky thy car:
Nowit asali fardh salat al maghrab allahu akabr.
I praise Thee, God, whose purple heart is hidden in the abyss
afar:
Nowit asali fardh salat al asha allahu akabr.
DOST ACHIHA KHAN.
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Allahu
Khalik Khalik Khalik Khalik Allahu
Malik Malik Malik Malik Allahu
Moula Moula Moula Moula Allahu
Rabba Rabba Rabba Rabba Allahu
Allah Allah Allah Allah Allahu
Allah Allah Allah Allah I love you.
Allah Allah Allah is the all’s Guru
Allah Allah Allah Allah I love you.
Allah Allah Allah is the Old and New
Allah Allah Allah Allah I love you.
Allah Allah Allah is the Most Cando
Allah Allah Allah Allah I love you.
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Parse It To Be Love
parse the sky to be rain, tears, flowers, bushes in the garden
o
parse the sky to be sun, life, death, put to sleep every day
o
parse the tears fell in my heart, did not want to run away, where are you?
o
parse the earth to be my breath, i breathe from the heart, will not break
o
parse the heart to be my veins, i played, i could not find it, where are you?
o
be thou parse; huallahu, allahu, allahu in my veins
o
be parse hu; wound, i return to you, then love will not be finished
o
parse it be love; rain of tears, joy; joy i return to you
o
(2001)
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De Novo
What I heard
You said
crucial verdict.
That I care not
mind it.
What I saw
horrible picture
you said.
Allahu Akbar
I replied.
Okay Okay
It is denovo trial
not moral
not popular.
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Death Of A Mad Dictator
Mum the word; he is now a mummy.
He is no longer a despicable dummy.
What an immensely momentous event!
Crime never pays, even if you are an arrogant
Tyrant. You give respect and you will be respected.
This is a victory for the oppressed, humiliated,
Castrated, electrocuted, murdered and violated
Sons and daughters of God. Allah is good,
Allahu akbar! Allah provides food
And gives strength to the mothers,
Whose offsprings were executed by the murderers.
The executions of two recent mad dogs are reminders
That all men and women are of equal
Values. Freedom of speech is a gift from the eternal
God at birth. Babies cry to affirm their existence.
Freedom of expression, freedom of resistance
Are sacred. Never be afraid to express yourself.
Never be afraid to fight the oppressive elf.
Under the light of the moon, all matters will rot
And return to their original forms. There is a small lot
Somewhere for all creatures on earth.
Freedom of expression is given at birth
By the almighty Allah; that’s the first gift,
Love is the second, and respect, the third lift.
I don’t know why those selfish cowards
Can never take full advantage of these treasures,
Instead of doing the contrary: oppressing, diminishing,
Exploiting, insulting, discriminating and killing
The weakest souls which need affection,
Good treatment, compassion and protection.
This is a lesson and a warning to all other dictators.
Respect and love your people, they are your brothers
And sisters. Live well and let live, because death
Will come one day to sweep away everything. Share the wealth,
Because a mummy cannot carry diamonds,
Gold, money, power, stocks and bonds.
Help your people and you will have a long life.
All dictators belong in the sewers. Please don’t laugh,
That’s true, that’s where they hide when they can no longer run.
What a victory for the oppressed, which, now, can finally have fun!
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I Fall in love with Dementia?
"I Fall in love with Dementia? "
…"It is very sad world
Those who fall in love with
'Dementia'
Without knowing the past medical record
I was unfortunate to fall in love with?
How will I ever divorce my sincere love?
Dementia she has no interest in me no more!
Totally lost taste in life?
Acting as a stranger in my life.
How do I forget my love?
And divorce my life from Dementia?
She was only my life when I ever met
Today I cry alone Dementia recognized me no more!
'I love you'
Seem no value by name Dementia to her
Was I not unfortunate to fall into loving nest?
Please tell his or her
I still love Dementia?
Till God part us apart between us.
It is not our mistake to fall in love with Dementia but
To search for clue myself how much actually I do
Love Dementia in life once beauties drive my lonely hearts.
Those who are in love with
Dementia please take care of
It inspire all nation beauty of Dementia
And will inspire with passion of love.
Neuropsychiatric Symptoms of Dementia
Activity of ritual five times a day contributes
Lose of memories bring into soul, mind and heart.
Practice of Ritual the Therapy of Biblical
Recitation of Holy Bible Quran help
Those who are righteous believer
In the name of Lord.
Behavioral and or Psychological symptom
Deteriorate Disease of any kind except death!
Wash away spiritually disease heal where it pain
Toward better health in human being life on earth.
Prostrates secretly appreciate your Lord
To forgive you as sinner of all
Your memory, mind and health
Hand of almighty Lord by any method
Not hand of medical teams or doctors.
Remember your life belong to you
Don't give to your doctors to play with
Worship your Lord donate your life to God,
Then you and I free from any known disease.
Search Holy Bible or Quran for the truth,
No matter who ever you are
At the most critical time in life.
"La-He-La-Ha-Hil-Lal-La-Hu" ;
Is medication or treatment for any symptom?
To cure from your known illness
It duty tax free given to you all,
Only those who trust.
My heart arches for my beauty of Dementia
How much I love in word I lost as oceans of Sea waves!
How to recover my Dementia to love me again in life
My dear Lord you are only hope in my life remain for
My lover Dementia to bring memory back to reality.
Far as skies I discovered your name 'Allah'
And inside human being body
Today who should I bet in life?
Other than your name?
I shall never divorce my love Dementia by virtue nor
Will I forget your name 'Allahu' but recites in vain?
Until my Dementia say
'I Love You'
In life again.
As mentioned Holy Bible Quran Sura Kaf
After 109 years
Human memory returned in life how?
Without treatment or medication.
Dementia I love you by any cost?
It a lesson my Lord given us to learn from
Our generation to follow his instruction
In culture, in heritage and in our society.
To void such symptom
In generation in human being life or,
Search for treatment in the universes,
If you are honest and truthful indeed."
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The Leap Of Roushan Beg. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,
His chestnut steed with four white feet,
Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou,
Son of the road and bandit chief,
Seeking refuge and relief,
Up the mountain pathway flew.
Such was Kyrat's wondrous speed,
Never yet could any steed
Reach the dust-cloud in his course.
More than maiden, more than wife,
More than gold and next to life
Roushan the Robber loved his horse.
In the land that lies beyond
Erzeroum and Trebizond,
Garden-girt his fortress stood;
Plundered khan, or caravan
Journeying north from Koordistan,
Gave him wealth and wine and food.
Seven hundred and fourscore
Men at arms his livery wore,
Did his bidding night and day;
Now, through regions all unknown,
He was wandering, lost, alone,
Seeking without guide his way.
Suddenly the pathway ends,
Sheer the precipice descends,
Loud the torrent roars unseen;
Thirty feet from side to side
Yawns the chasm; on air must ride
He who crosses this ravine.
Following close in his pursuit,
At the precipice's foot,
Reyhan the Arab of Orfah
Halted with his hundred men,
Shouting upward from the glen,
'La Illáh illa Alláh!'
Gently Roushan Beg caressed
Kyrat's forehead, neck, and breast;
Kissed him upon both his eyes,
Sang to him in his wild way,
As upon the topmost spray
Sings a bird before it flies.
'O my Kyrat, O my steed,
Round and slender as a reed,
Carry me this peril through!
Satin housings shall be thine,
Shoes of gold, O Kyrat mine,
O thou soul of Kurroglou!
'Soft thy skin as silken skein,
Soft as woman's hair thy mane,
Tender are thine eyes and true;
All thy hoofs like ivory shine,
Polished bright; O, life of mine,
Leap, and rescue Kurroglou!'
Kyrat, then, the strong and fleet,
Drew together his four white feet,
Paused a moment on the verge,
Measured with his eye the space,
And into the air's embrace
Leaped as leaps the ocean surge.
As the ocean surge o'er sand
Bears a swimmer safe to land,
Kyrat safe his rider bore;
Rattling down the deep abyss
Fragments of the precipice
Rolled like pebbles on a shore.
Roushan's tasselled cap of red
Trembled not upon his head,
Careless sat he and upright;
Neither hand nor bridle shook,
Nor his head he turned to look,
As he galloped out of sight.
Flash of harness in the air,
Seen a moment like the glare
Of a sword drawn from its sheath;
Thus the phantom horseman passed,
And the shadow that he cast
Leaped the cataract underneath.
Reyhan the Arab held his breath
While this vision of life and death
Passed above him. 'Allahu!'
Cried he. 'In all Koordistan
Lives there not so brave a man
As this Robber Kurroglou!'
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Portugal Manoel Da Assumpcam Missionary.
'Portugal Manoel Da Assumpcam
Amar Sonar Moyna Pakki Amigo,
I never seen you in my live ever before
Which Country are you from?
My dear amigo Manoel Da Assumpcam.
Your colour of heritage in unknown Land l fear to bear your name in word.
I can't bear to missed you my amigo, Oh yes it can't be forgot either
You have contributed your nameless name in the nation without name
To influence other and to form the crowd in unknown Land,
Where are you from Sir?
And to shape not my nationalities in Language in Culture but yours!
The present Language in Bangla o' my dear amigo never was counted by.
You may be nothing To Government of Portugal than but today.
Priceless name in the heart of people's in the unknown Land.
I have nothing to say in Language Portuguese other than to say thank you.
For teaching and advocating me in Language in Bangla
That nation today celebrates every year.
With their tears on their eyes and face.
Bear to say words other than few minute in silent,
As orphanage children's looking at each other face.
Remembering those who gave their words in Bangla and live for.
And today I believe in visual hallucination it's not too late
to say how much I love you in Language in Bangla ‘Nil Dariar Prem'
The Birth of new Generation in Culture in Bangla.
Almost was given birth after more than three century in Bangla
'Inna-Lilla-He-O-Inna-He-La-He-Ra-Je-Ow n'
When will I met you?
Day of Kiamot is to far from Bay of Bengal to Portugal.
The mother of all living things on Earth,
Singing in the name of Almighty Lord ‘Allah' too
In the soil of unknown Land in British India my not his or her love.
How lucky you was never assassinated by knowing you was pigeons,
As Bongo Bandhu,
First Prime Ministers of Bangladesh.
I miss you ‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
Your name prescribed in Language Bangla by name
'Shaheed Minar'
Capital City o Bangladesh.
By name once was known Dac-ca' now became ‘DHA-KA'
Your name in my Language Mother tongues days and nights,
‘Joy Bangla'
To Miss you my dear amigo you left us under your own broken umbrella.
Sheltered under the cloud of sky,
Falling rain without control
And under the wings in tender years since 1734,
To wonder rest of entire life.
Though the blind cloud of smoke it was I thought ‘Bangla' was not mine.
Sometimes I think who ‘Manoel Da Assumpcam' ever was!
When my lonely mind is clear from suspicious.
As guilty mind always does.
I bear to take no medication tablet of Seroxat or Zyprexa
Instead of Ritual Five Times a Days.
But try to concentrate British national favourite's news paper Sun page 3?
To Comfort your medical Doctors buried alive human being,
Under the false Knowledge of medication on earth from Editor!
I was searching British pornographic Internet sites
With Former British Rt. Hon. Jacqui Smith,
Which news paper you were reading at the time In British India?
Almost fourteen million people have gone crazy for Language Bangla?
Instead of Declaring their own Country.
'The Islamic Bangla States of Portugal'
Million of citizen's by name in Bangla never heard of
‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
The mother of all creatures in the Land of Bangla,
After name of Almighty Lord Allah.
I wonder who was your mother she may be was not Bengali,
As My great Grand Mother?
But never had any Bangla Kitab other than Urdu.
That when in times under the shadow of his or her love today in vain I follow.
The gift of Language Bangla existence in the domiciles in the Land of Bangladesh.
After nine month of struggle in Culture in Bangla.
To me to demonstrate in History, Culture, Heritage, Religion, and in Revelation
Your Language in Bangla treasure under my chest as always ashes,
As cloud in my lonely heart From time to time days and nights.
Without medical tablets Zantac, (Ranitidine) .
Today Translated Holy Bible Quran in Language Bangla Instead of in Portuguese.
You are the hero in the eyes of the historian in the nation after three century.
In a moment every one caught in reflections of waves of sea
The melody wave's of sound in Bangla ‘Nistur Bandhu' Song's.
I see and hear thought the water reflection your loving name
In Bilingual's Language,
Instead of in your own Generation in Portugal?
It a shame on Government of Portugal to Ignore the own citizen's right,
When the Foreign Government of Bangladesh paid in full
Under the E.E.C. European Country Law and Order they agree
By adapting your Language without packet of N.H.S. Condoms,
‘Joy Bangla'
Salam, Barkat, Rafique, and Jabbar
To name few died 21st February 1952 for the name of Languages
'BANGLA'
What a magic Literature in Bangla prescribed by?
Today my self proud of writing's in Bangla Book of Poetry 'Nil Dariar Prem'
Today nation by cast surprise by the out come of Language Bangla in victory.
Almost every corner of the world by name known
‘Bangla'
Instead of Fish and Chip shop in England.
Prime Minister of West Pakistan tries to hide from the world
'Urdu'
Was his native Language to dominate the world but failure?
In the eyes of the European Country Citizen love
Written in Bangla not year but many Centuries ago.
West Pakistan Prime Minister was not aware of history
May Language Bangla it returns to your generations and multiplied by?
Without giving life as martyrs
May Lord raises your Generation up and called you in Bangla,
'Amar Sonar Portugal'
Brother ‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
Given us to lead the Country Portugal.
And bless their Lord in Language Arabic,
'Allahu Akbar'.
Five Times a day in the Land of Portugal.
Those who may never heard of by name as follows,
'Bis-Mil-La-Hir-Rak-Ma-Nir-Ra-Him'
'In the name of Almighty Lord (Allah/God/Dues) , the most merciful and most beneficial of mankind'.
Hope your Portugal Government will never make second mistake
After the century many years yet to come!
When Government of Bangladesh never made any mistake
To honour the Portugal Citizen's, In Bangla the States Language.
‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
And by name 'In-Nal-La-Alla- Kolli-Shahin- Kadir'
The States Country known as,
'Bangladesh'
When there was no trace of Bangla
Today it called an Independent Country.
Peoples sing a song in the street of Bangla without any fears of.
Bangladesh Is Portugal brother by birth mark?
The first man to advocates Language Bangla from Portugal.
Portugal is the part of Bangladesh
Under the European Law.
May God bless United Nation?
And five Times a Day loud and clear
'Allahu Akbar'
How proud in Heritage and in Revelation
By Portugal Government today?
Day before Yesterday was his or her dreams
Today from Prime Minister to street refugee in tune in Bangla
'Ami Tuma Ka Valo Bashi'
Without invested penny today in the name of his or her love.
How sweet Language in Bangla Peoples cannot tell but
Can sing a song in the name of love
'Amar Sonar Bangla'
'Ami Tumay Valo Bashi'
You are my living star in my lonely entire life
Left nothing to treasure in your name today,
But your love in shadow of word from by own mouth in Bangla.
Today I feel ashamed to see Peoples of Portugal without
Any Identities in Culture in Revelation in heritage!
Claiming Religion in the name of own Lord
Jesus Christ
In Arabic known as
'He-Sa-Ru-Hu-Lul-La-He'
Do we need to give Portugal Government lesson when our Teacher
‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
Given us to lead the States in the name of Love?
'Bis-Mil-La-Hir-Rak-Ma-Nir-Ra-Him'
The only name will ever remain in the Land and in the forest.
Another by name out of ninety-nine Lord Jesus Christ father.
'O Governo de Portugal diz que eu não sei,
agindo como cegos e surdos'
Which planet are they from?
In memory of all the Prophet and saints.
Salam, Salam, Dorud of Salam,
Sokol Nobe, Poygambor,
Peer, Fokir, Khaus, and Kotub.
Today I pray to my Lord bless the people's of Portugal and by name
‘Manoel Da Assumpcam'
Declare 'The Islamic Bangla States of Portugal'
Before second City of Tsunami ever strike in the Land of Portugal.
Or E.Coli symptoms occupied out land of farmers?
Today ‘Manoel Da Assumpcam' my brother amigo in Bangla
May not be here but I
On behalf of Bangladesh to say in blind love,
'Eu te amo Portugal e Obrigado a todos? '
And salam, regards and my love to you all,
As oceans of waves in tune in Bangla music?
May God Almighty bless you all?
Regardless of by cast or origin are,
Here in the temporary world of
Once you see dry Land than become lake or as Sea? '
By Abdul Haye Amin. The author's of The Islands Historia De Amor.
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Allah, please never mind
Allah is the Most Kind
Allah, please never mind.
Allah can see and hear
Allah, please grant prayer.
Allah can speak freely
Allah, please talk to me.
Allah is the Best King
Allah, please do something.
(Amen)
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Abraham (Chapter 14, Verses 34, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Allah has given you all things you asked from Him
And if you want to count Allah's favors
It will remain a dream
Undoubtedly humans are very unjust
And ungrateful to Him.
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One (Chapter 112, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Say, Allah is One.
Allah doesn't need anyone.
Allah doesn't give birth and Allah wasn't born.
Allah is matchless He is such a person.
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The Believers (Chapter 23, Verses 91, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Never did Allah take to Himself a son
And never was there any god with Allah the One
If it were
All gods would take away their created things
And all gods would try to overpower one another
Allah's Glory is above their sayings.
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The Light (Chapter 24, Verses 44-45, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Allah changes the day and the night
Surely there is a lesson for those in it who have insight
And Allah has created from water all living creature
Some of them walk upon tummy, many more
Walk upon two feet and others walk upon four.
Allah creates that whatever His joy brings
Surely Allah has power over all things.
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The Fig (Chapter 95, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Swear upon the fig and the olive
And the Sinai Mount
And this city that is safe and sound
Of course we created human in the best make
Then We turn them into the worst shape
Except those who believe and do good things
So they shall have rewards that are endless
Knowing all these things
Who can give you lie about the judgment?
Is not Allah the Best of the Judges?
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Abraham (Chapter 14, Verses 24-27, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Haven't you thought it over already
How Allah sets forth an allegory
Kalema-A-Taiyeba is like a good tree
Whose root is firm and will never die
And whose branches are in the sky.
It bears fruit in every season
By the permission of its Lord
And Allah sets forth allegories
So that they may learn lesson.
And an evil Kalema is like a bad tree
When it's uprooted, it loses stability.
Allah confirms those
Who believe in Kalema-A-Taiyeba
In this life and in the life-after
And Allah keeps the oppressors confused forever
And Allah does whatever makes Him happier.
N.B. -Allah's happiness is more than His sorrow
That's why Allah is happy.
Kalema-A-Taiyeba is the Muslim's Holy Word -
There's no god but Allah
Mohammad is the messenger of Allah.
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The Cow (Chapter 2, Verses 273, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
You should go for almsgiving
To the poor who are confined in Allah's way
Because they can not do anything for their living.
The ignorant people think they are well off
Because they do not ask for anything
You can recognize them by this sign
They do not beg by flattering
And whatever good thing you give
Surely Allah knows it.
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The Cow (Chapter 2, Verses 267, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
O the believers! Give good things
From your earnings
And from what we bring forth
Out of the earth
And don't go for giving bad things
That you would not take of course
And know that Allah doesn't need any thing
And He is the Most Praiseworthy Being.
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The Girls (Chapter 4, Verses 32, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
And don't long for those things
By which Allah has made some of you
Outshine other human beings
Men deserve the benefits from whatever they earn
And women deserve the benefits from whatever they earn
And ask for Allah's blessings
Surely Allah knows all things.
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The Cow (Chapter 2, Verses 272, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
It's not incumbent on you
To make them walk on the right avenue
But Allah wants whomsoever
He guides them through the right way
And whatever good thing you give
It's for your own benefit
And you should not give it
But to seek Allah's pleasure
And whatever good thing you give
Shall be paid back in full as per Allah's measure
And there will be no injustice whatsoever.
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