"What Improves Our Affairs?

" What improves our affairs More than our daily prayers, Together in faith, deeds, and tears? Our sincere daily prayers And God's gifts that we share AsSalat in Jamat with our dears? What's success as a goal, At the cost of one's soul? The wealth of this world is fools gold. Have you sold your own soul, And distorted your role, And allowed your ideals to grow cold? What do you feel If your love is not real And you love something wrong you should hate? Do you love what is real, Or bow down and kneel To the feel of an amoral state? What caused the effect, That's today's moral wreck, That has covered our houses with shame? Shall we salvage this wreck, Or just sit and neglect And expect to see more of the same? What improves our affairs More than our daily prayers, Together in faith, deeds, and tears? Our sincere daily prayers And God's gifts that we share AsSalat in Jamat with our dears? Tell me, what do you do If your kids turn on you, And take sides with the worst of God's foes?

Does the fault lie with you, Or the straw that you drew, Was it you that sowed grief in your woes? What will turn them around, Keep their feet on the ground, And prevent them from going astray? Pull the weeds from the ground. What was lost; search till found. And gather to pray everyday. Then what should be done Once you've prayed to The One, In a group motivated by fear; Fear that The One Won't be pleased when you're done, 'Cause His words' profound meanings aren't clear? What can be learned If your heart is not turned Towards The One at all places and times? Each page must be turned, And the thoughts on them learned, And then live The Quran's Sacred Rhymes. What improves our affairs More than our daily prayers, Together in faith, deeds, and tears? Our sincere daily prayers And God's gifts that we share AsSalat in Jamat with our dears? What are the weeds That sow Dark Evil's seeds In a garden of Islamic fruit? Satan sells his own seeds, Fools think wants are their needs, It is greed that has choked their fruits' root. Fools trust satans schools

And his gruesome war tools, And his freedom to turn wrong to right. Fools don't want Kauthars Pool; Or The Thrones Vestibule; Or a leader whose words are pure light. The fools want a slave, A court jester and knave, Who performs while they sit on their throne. So they hire a slave, To preach how to behave, Then they clap and then toss him a bone. They do not want a man, Who will call them to stand; And teach that careers are just jobs. They dont want a man, Who will follow Gods plan, more to do than chest beating and sobs. Fools are teaching their fruit That heaven is loot, A degree, and a house, and a car. Their squandered earned loot, Rots, roots, branches and fruit, And they call you to follow their star. What improves our affairs More than our daily prayers, Together in faith, deeds, and tears? Our sincere daily prayers And God's gifts that we share AsSalat in Jamat with our dears? Now what do you think, Should you let the ship sink? Or use your learned skills to survive? You should know it will sink, And your problems wont shrink, If you fold and you choose not to strive.

What is left to be said? We need action instead Of more words to provoke the same thought. We need action instead, Prayers, and deeds, till we're dead, Prayers together, as God said we aught. We must gather and pray; Spend our wealth on The Day, When nothing will matter cept light. We must gather each day, Strive to hear neighbors say, That Allah and His Prophet were right. We must form our own schools, And at home heed the rules That Our Prophet received from The One. They say majority rules. So lone wolves are just fools And God's Party already has won. We all need to rise; Wash the sleep from our eyes, And bow down together each morn. We must strive for the prize With our time, wealth, and lives Or we'll nd that the curtain is torn. What improves our affairs More than our daily prayers, Together in faith, deeds, and tears? Our sincere daily prayers And God's gifts that we share AsSalat in Jamat with our dears? Shaykh Ali Abu-Talib Son Of AbdunNur (Salawat)