Poem: Lust and Love in Islam
Lust And Love In Islam”
By Shaykh Ali Abu-Talib Son Of AbdunNur
I Take Refuge In Allah From The Stoned Satan.
In Name Of Allah The Source Of Mercy To All Of Creation;
The Source Of The Mercy To The Believing Congregation.
Feelings are like the sights, sounds and scents of inner space.
One’s character is like one’s countenance, one’s inner face.
Physical beauty has the capacity to excite certain emotions
From the peaks of the purest ascetic appreciation, to low vulgar commotions
Similar to what happens to a dog when he’s around a bitch in heat.
One is amongst the stars and the angels; the other is beneath the feet
Of dog dignity.
Still, one word is used to describe both the celestial and bestial feeling.
That one word is LOVE.
Spouses and fornicators both find the word “love” phonetically appealing.
However, if The Truth is Absolute,
And if it is illogical to fallaciously compute
That what “Is” is relative to “What Is Perceived,”
Then there is only one supreme love, regardless of what level of perception is achieved.
Love is a constant like light.
No one can sanely say that it can be simultaneously day and night.
Likewise, it does not take much insight to realize that any dog can lust,
And most certainly, The Almighty Lover definitely does not entrust
The Supreme Cardinal Virtue to a bitch or a dog.
One of the great acts of Love is charity.
All religions preach this fact with nearly identical clarity.
But what of lust?
In Islam, we are taught that God did entrust
The bestial part to all of us.
After all, we are creatures whose flesh is fashioned from dust,
And by necessity we must lust.
As Muslims, we are commanded to sanctify that fact, not treat it with disdain.
For sex between husband, and wife as Quran does explain
Is a form of worship, which Allah did ordain.
However, we are taught to be aware,
And take care,
For lust needs not love to survive.
Lust can ignite and flare,
Though there’s nothing there upon which it can thrive
Except pure viciousness.
Unchecked, lust is like a ravaging beast vicious, and promiscuous.
It is like an unchecked forest fire;
Flames burning hotter and higher.
And once inordinate sexual desires
Grasps ones soul in the hot sensual fires
Of its sexually exciting clutches,
Unchecked Lust consumes whatever it touches
Spectacularly and indiscriminately,
It consumes reason, order, conscience, and decency.
Even the pious, God conscious remembrance
Is quickly consumed by lust’s relentless insistence.
Lust doggedly insists upon inordinate gratification of the low natured self.
So when God consciousness is locked in a cupboard on the back of a shelf,
The Illusionary Lures of Mammon will sway
Most unsuspecting weak, un-submitted souls to sacrifice, prostrate, and pray
At the alters of Foolishness, Shallowness, Nastiness And Greed.
How despicably pitiful. They cheapen their bodies and dishonor their seed.
Playing with fire like primitive Neanderthals.
Savage and ignorant, they burn themselves up and everything else while enthralled
By Lust’s Fiery Warmth, And Seductive Dance;
Hypnotized, in Lust’s erotically alluring trance;
While lust’s white hot flames lick higher, and higher
Until their unchecked lusts becomes the funeral pyre
For the entire nation. It has happened before.
Consider Sodom and Gomorrah.
They bowed to Lust’s hypnotic Aura
Till the end;
Totally consumed by God’s Wrath for their sin.
But the delusional lustful mind tends to think, “It won’t happen again,”
“Not to me.”
So look and see how many marry for looks or money instead of piety.
Piety banished to a lowly priority.
Unwilling to Sacrifice, and defend.
Unwilling to honor, cherish, fully extend;
Unwilling to commit and then sincerely work to transcend;
Unless there’s a paycheck attached to the end...
Like a carrot.
So when life’s bitter wind causes one’s ego to either in humility bend,
Or egotistically become offensive to its matrimonial kin,
Thus stressing one’s marriage till its fabric dost rend,
Love is often sacrificed for the lust of self-righteousness, or the almighty yen.
No regards for one’s lover.
No regards for one’s mate.
No regards for the children.
No regards for their fate.
No regards for the forest of values, centuries of love did tend.
No regards for “The Lover” Whom All Returns To When Life Does End.
No regards for life; rip it from the womb.
No regards for duty; loyalty in its tomb.
No regards for kith. No regards for kin.
No regards for honor because honor doesn’t cum and it sure doesn’t spend.
Thus, because of unchecked lust,
Love is often sacrificed for the pursuit
Of a face that is shameless, but cute,
Or just enough money for an off-the-rack suit,
A mortgaged hut, and an extra handful of rice and some irradiated fruit.
However,
Just because fire is dangerous does not mean that it shouldn’t be used.
Fire belongs in furnaces and stoves that generate controlled BTU’s.
Contained explosions in engines are how automobiles move.
Lust is to be contained, and controlled within the parameters God set for it.
Thus,
When God consciousness and the marital rules, are the furnace in which lust is lit,
Lust can be used as God did intend for it,
Instead of setting fire to things that shouldn't be burned
Like the orchards of virtue and the fruit that they earned.
Unfortunately,
All heaters and fuels are not the same.
Some “Be The Bomb” but some be just “Lame.”
Some start out hot, but by evening grow cool.
But some are consistent, the right stove, the right fuel.
Likewise with marriages.
Lust dims and goes out, as some marriages get old.
Love burns forever and never grows cold.
But you have to have it together.
And you have to marry someone who has it together.
For love’s flames to survive through the coldest of weather.
Both must have a forest of values and control over self.
This is why God’s Prophet warned us not to put worldliness on the top shelf,
And foolishly marry for to die for looks, and to kill for wealth.
All fools, fooled into this lustful foolishness inevitably find themselves
Fooling around in a burnt out fantasy.
Often Ms. Fineness, and Mr. Beefcake,
Are beefy and fine for their own selfish sake.
They are usually so hung up in their own vanity
That they drive their foolish mate into a state of anti-romantic insanity.
And they find out too late that love was a fake
Likewise, Ms Money Galore, or Big Daddy WarBuck,
Can usually give you everything you need but Love.
And then you are stuck
With another lame duck.
So
To get it together, one must seek God and turn
Toward The Eternal Lover. For Him we must yearn.
The sights, sounds and feelings we prefer must be right.
Our soul’s inner face must turn toward this sight.
If we have love for God, we will love Prophet too,
And the Prophet’s close kinfolks, with a love that is true.
Then like-hearted folks must love one another,
With a Love that the Satan can’t poison or smoother.
This kind of love is really all that you need.
But the all-pervasive lustful greed.
Freely flowing throughout the social trend
Of this Truth Hating society founded on sin,
Has set up all kinds of anti-love idols bringing real love close to an end.
So even Muslims find themselves bowing to them, without conscious thought.
They are almost hopelessly caught up in the Kufar philosophical onslaught.
So their prayer for real love counts for little of naught.
But psychological masturbation; false spiritual appeasement;
False pious demonstrations; fake religious achievement.
Muslims should know that this life is a test,
And that the Praiseworthy servant whom God loves the best said that the best way to secure your matrimonial fate
Is to investigate the character of your potential mate.
If one has a beautiful outer face,
But a character that looks like a monster, the antithesis of grace,
One would be a sure ‘nuff fool to hook up with such a lame.
Likewise, if one works hard and lays claim
To a six figure job, and some impressive initials at the rear of his name,
But not enough character to “cash in a wolf ticket,” preferring dishonor, and shame
Over the consequences of conflict and strife,
He (or she) will make some unsuspecting poor soul an emotionally poor
Husband or Wife
But observe the typical Muslim. Look and see.
“Single, Looking for a PhD in Chemistry,”
“Must have light skin and the same national ancestry.”
Matching genes, matching schooling...
Claiming Deyn, but who are you fooling?
Certainly not God. Why else are Muslims so weak?
Why is the past so disgraceful and the future so bleak?
Certainly not because the Muslims are ugly, stupid or poor.
They’ve just lost their lust for love, and shamelessly adore
The values of viciousness and vice
That there Munafiq and Kafer Masters value as nice.
Muslims! Wake Up! Get Yourselves In Gear!
Reexamine The Things You Hold To Be Dear!
Study your Prophet. Follow his path.
Turn your back on the values that purchase God’s wrath.
How can you love God, if you love this world’s life?
How can you love Muhammad, if you hate holy strife?
How can you love LOVE, if you side with the jinn,
Who acts like he hates you and loves only sin?
How can you love self, when you sell your soul cheap?
How can you love Truth when you hate to probe deep?
And how will you ever love each other,
If you continue to neglect and smother
Your God-given natural duty to congregate each and every God-blessed day;
To socialize, organize, work real hard, and pray,
And dynamically initiate right ways and means
To energize, then synergize, God’s deyn’s
Offices, and institutions
By creating programs designed to cultivate our problem’s solutions.
Thus demonstrating Islam’s superiority over kafer institutions,
And propagating God’s deyn to your countrymen lost in confusion?
You will not win. You will lose your souls,
Your families, and all your ambitions and goals
Will be frustrated.
Can’t you see that it’s late?
So wake up, Oh Muslims! Beg Allah for the mate,
And THE LOVE that He specially created
For Muhammad and Khadijah - on them be peace.
And stop all this jiving. God commands you to cease.
By Shaykh Ali Abu-Talib Son Of AbdunNur
I Take Refuge In Allah From The Stoned Satan.
In Name Of Allah The Source Of Mercy To All Of Creation;
The Source Of The Mercy To The Believing Congregation.
Feelings are like the sights, sounds and scents of inner space.
One’s character is like one’s countenance, one’s inner face.
Physical beauty has the capacity to excite certain emotions
From the peaks of the purest ascetic appreciation, to low vulgar commotions
Similar to what happens to a dog when he’s around a bitch in heat.
One is amongst the stars and the angels; the other is beneath the feet
Of dog dignity.
Still, one word is used to describe both the celestial and bestial feeling.
That one word is LOVE.
Spouses and fornicators both find the word “love” phonetically appealing.
However, if The Truth is Absolute,
And if it is illogical to fallaciously compute
That what “Is” is relative to “What Is Perceived,”
Then there is only one supreme love, regardless of what level of perception is achieved.
Love is a constant like light.
No one can sanely say that it can be simultaneously day and night.
Likewise, it does not take much insight to realize that any dog can lust,
And most certainly, The Almighty Lover definitely does not entrust
The Supreme Cardinal Virtue to a bitch or a dog.
One of the great acts of Love is charity.
All religions preach this fact with nearly identical clarity.
But what of lust?
In Islam, we are taught that God did entrust
The bestial part to all of us.
After all, we are creatures whose flesh is fashioned from dust,
And by necessity we must lust.
As Muslims, we are commanded to sanctify that fact, not treat it with disdain.
For sex between husband, and wife as Quran does explain
Is a form of worship, which Allah did ordain.
However, we are taught to be aware,
And take care,
For lust needs not love to survive.
Lust can ignite and flare,
Though there’s nothing there upon which it can thrive
Except pure viciousness.
Unchecked, lust is like a ravaging beast vicious, and promiscuous.
It is like an unchecked forest fire;
Flames burning hotter and higher.
And once inordinate sexual desires
Grasps ones soul in the hot sensual fires
Of its sexually exciting clutches,
Unchecked Lust consumes whatever it touches
Spectacularly and indiscriminately,
It consumes reason, order, conscience, and decency.
Even the pious, God conscious remembrance
Is quickly consumed by lust’s relentless insistence.
Lust doggedly insists upon inordinate gratification of the low natured self.
So when God consciousness is locked in a cupboard on the back of a shelf,
The Illusionary Lures of Mammon will sway
Most unsuspecting weak, un-submitted souls to sacrifice, prostrate, and pray
At the alters of Foolishness, Shallowness, Nastiness And Greed.
How despicably pitiful. They cheapen their bodies and dishonor their seed.
Playing with fire like primitive Neanderthals.
Savage and ignorant, they burn themselves up and everything else while enthralled
By Lust’s Fiery Warmth, And Seductive Dance;
Hypnotized, in Lust’s erotically alluring trance;
While lust’s white hot flames lick higher, and higher
Until their unchecked lusts becomes the funeral pyre
For the entire nation. It has happened before.
Consider Sodom and Gomorrah.
They bowed to Lust’s hypnotic Aura
Till the end;
Totally consumed by God’s Wrath for their sin.
But the delusional lustful mind tends to think, “It won’t happen again,”
“Not to me.”
So look and see how many marry for looks or money instead of piety.
Piety banished to a lowly priority.
Unwilling to Sacrifice, and defend.
Unwilling to honor, cherish, fully extend;
Unwilling to commit and then sincerely work to transcend;
Unless there’s a paycheck attached to the end...
Like a carrot.
So when life’s bitter wind causes one’s ego to either in humility bend,
Or egotistically become offensive to its matrimonial kin,
Thus stressing one’s marriage till its fabric dost rend,
Love is often sacrificed for the lust of self-righteousness, or the almighty yen.
No regards for one’s lover.
No regards for one’s mate.
No regards for the children.
No regards for their fate.
No regards for the forest of values, centuries of love did tend.
No regards for “The Lover” Whom All Returns To When Life Does End.
No regards for life; rip it from the womb.
No regards for duty; loyalty in its tomb.
No regards for kith. No regards for kin.
No regards for honor because honor doesn’t cum and it sure doesn’t spend.
Thus, because of unchecked lust,
Love is often sacrificed for the pursuit
Of a face that is shameless, but cute,
Or just enough money for an off-the-rack suit,
A mortgaged hut, and an extra handful of rice and some irradiated fruit.
However,
Just because fire is dangerous does not mean that it shouldn’t be used.
Fire belongs in furnaces and stoves that generate controlled BTU’s.
Contained explosions in engines are how automobiles move.
Lust is to be contained, and controlled within the parameters God set for it.
Thus,
When God consciousness and the marital rules, are the furnace in which lust is lit,
Lust can be used as God did intend for it,
Instead of setting fire to things that shouldn't be burned
Like the orchards of virtue and the fruit that they earned.
Unfortunately,
All heaters and fuels are not the same.
Some “Be The Bomb” but some be just “Lame.”
Some start out hot, but by evening grow cool.
But some are consistent, the right stove, the right fuel.
Likewise with marriages.
Lust dims and goes out, as some marriages get old.
Love burns forever and never grows cold.
But you have to have it together.
And you have to marry someone who has it together.
For love’s flames to survive through the coldest of weather.
Both must have a forest of values and control over self.
This is why God’s Prophet warned us not to put worldliness on the top shelf,
And foolishly marry for to die for looks, and to kill for wealth.
All fools, fooled into this lustful foolishness inevitably find themselves
Fooling around in a burnt out fantasy.
Often Ms. Fineness, and Mr. Beefcake,
Are beefy and fine for their own selfish sake.
They are usually so hung up in their own vanity
That they drive their foolish mate into a state of anti-romantic insanity.
And they find out too late that love was a fake
Likewise, Ms Money Galore, or Big Daddy WarBuck,
Can usually give you everything you need but Love.
And then you are stuck
With another lame duck.
So
To get it together, one must seek God and turn
Toward The Eternal Lover. For Him we must yearn.
The sights, sounds and feelings we prefer must be right.
Our soul’s inner face must turn toward this sight.
If we have love for God, we will love Prophet too,
And the Prophet’s close kinfolks, with a love that is true.
Then like-hearted folks must love one another,
With a Love that the Satan can’t poison or smoother.
This kind of love is really all that you need.
But the all-pervasive lustful greed.
Freely flowing throughout the social trend
Of this Truth Hating society founded on sin,
Has set up all kinds of anti-love idols bringing real love close to an end.
So even Muslims find themselves bowing to them, without conscious thought.
They are almost hopelessly caught up in the Kufar philosophical onslaught.
So their prayer for real love counts for little of naught.
But psychological masturbation; false spiritual appeasement;
False pious demonstrations; fake religious achievement.
Muslims should know that this life is a test,
And that the Praiseworthy servant whom God loves the best said that the best way to secure your matrimonial fate
Is to investigate the character of your potential mate.
If one has a beautiful outer face,
But a character that looks like a monster, the antithesis of grace,
One would be a sure ‘nuff fool to hook up with such a lame.
Likewise, if one works hard and lays claim
To a six figure job, and some impressive initials at the rear of his name,
But not enough character to “cash in a wolf ticket,” preferring dishonor, and shame
Over the consequences of conflict and strife,
He (or she) will make some unsuspecting poor soul an emotionally poor
Husband or Wife
But observe the typical Muslim. Look and see.
“Single, Looking for a PhD in Chemistry,”
“Must have light skin and the same national ancestry.”
Matching genes, matching schooling...
Claiming Deyn, but who are you fooling?
Certainly not God. Why else are Muslims so weak?
Why is the past so disgraceful and the future so bleak?
Certainly not because the Muslims are ugly, stupid or poor.
They’ve just lost their lust for love, and shamelessly adore
The values of viciousness and vice
That there Munafiq and Kafer Masters value as nice.
Muslims! Wake Up! Get Yourselves In Gear!
Reexamine The Things You Hold To Be Dear!
Study your Prophet. Follow his path.
Turn your back on the values that purchase God’s wrath.
How can you love God, if you love this world’s life?
How can you love Muhammad, if you hate holy strife?
How can you love LOVE, if you side with the jinn,
Who acts like he hates you and loves only sin?
How can you love self, when you sell your soul cheap?
How can you love Truth when you hate to probe deep?
And how will you ever love each other,
If you continue to neglect and smother
Your God-given natural duty to congregate each and every God-blessed day;
To socialize, organize, work real hard, and pray,
And dynamically initiate right ways and means
To energize, then synergize, God’s deyn’s
Offices, and institutions
By creating programs designed to cultivate our problem’s solutions.
Thus demonstrating Islam’s superiority over kafer institutions,
And propagating God’s deyn to your countrymen lost in confusion?
You will not win. You will lose your souls,
Your families, and all your ambitions and goals
Will be frustrated.
Can’t you see that it’s late?
So wake up, Oh Muslims! Beg Allah for the mate,
And THE LOVE that He specially created
For Muhammad and Khadijah - on them be peace.
And stop all this jiving. God commands you to cease.
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