People of the Boxes

There were once some people 
Who all saw their lives like empty boxes
They looked around the world
Collecting up the things they liked.
They filled their lives and boxes
With the goodies that they gathered
And they all felt in control 
Content and they all felt alright.
They climbed inside their boxes
They settled with their trinkets.
They neither looked nor learned much more
And closed their lids up tight.
Once they fastened up their boxes
They smiled there inside
And they all thought in their darkness
That the world was clear and bright.



Along came a wandering wiseman
Whispering such words of truth
He stumbled on these boxes
So separate side by side
He knocked upon the first one saying
Please come out and feel the day
An answer came from deep within
You’re not of us please go away
He approached the second box
And tapped twice on the lid saying
Peace to you inside
Shall I show you a new way
Someone peaked out from a crack and said
You may just have a point
But it’s so comfy in my box
In my box here I will stay


He stood before the final box
A hiding face peaked out to him
And much to his surprise
He said I recognise those eyes
I see you and you see me
Why not come out and be free
Faith and flowers wilt and die
If they are hidden from the sky.


Now the centuries lie between
All the prophets and you and I
Civilisations are born and die
Each and everyday
We see good and bad and happy, sad
And mad mistakes we wish we hadn’t made
In our attempt to try and live up to their ways
But if we hide ourselves away
Afraid to grow and learn
We might wake up in the flames
Of the ignorance that burns
And we’ll never be much more
Than only casualties of war
In a struggle we can’t win
If we have no faith to begin
We’ve got to tip the lid
And let some sunlight in
Cause the world is not a box
There is no lid, no doors
No cardboard flaps of locks
And everything in nature
From the clouds to the rocks
Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man
Is the piece of the peace of Islam.

The Mark of Piety

One day, they say, 'Oh, poor girl, you're so beautiful you know
It's a shame that you cover up your beauty so.'
She just smiles and graciously responds reassuringly,
'This beauty that I have is just one simple part of me.
This body that I have, no stranger has the right to see.
These long clothes, this shawl I wear, ensure my modesty.
Faith is more essential than fashion, wouldn't you agree?' 

They tell her, 'Girl, don't you know this is the World and you are free?
You don't need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity.'
She just shakes her head and she speaks so assuredly,
'See the bill-boards and the magazines that line the check-out isles,
with their phony painted faces and their air-brushed smiles?
Well their sheer clothes and low cut gowns they are really not for me.
You call it freedom, I call it anarchy.' 

This hijab,
This mark of piety,
Is an act of faith, a symbol,
For all the world to see.
A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.
So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity.

Damba Cinta Mu

Sama-sama kita hayati....
Lagu Raihan-Damba Cinta Mu

Tuhanku ampunkanlah segala dosaku
Tuhanku maafkanlah kejahilan hambaMu

Ku sering melanggar laranganMu
Dalam sedar ataupun tidak
Ku sering meninggalkan suruhanMu
Walau sedar aku milikMu

Bilakah diri ini kan kembali
Kepada fitrah sebenar
Pagi ku ingat petang ku alpa
Begitulah silih berganti

Oh Tuhanku Kau pimpinlah diri ini
Yang mendamba cintaMu
Aku lemah aku jahil
Tanpa pimpinan dariMu

Ku sering berjanji depanMu
Sering jua ku memungkiri
Ku pernah menangis keranaMu
Kemudian ketawa semula

Kau Pengasih Kau Penyayang Kau Pengampun
Kepada hamba-hambaMu
Selangkah ku kepadaMu
Seribu langkah Kau pada ku

Tuhan diri ini tidak layak ke syurga Mu
Tapi tidak pula aku sanggup ke neraka Mu

Ku takut kepadaMu
Ku harap jua padaMu
Moga ku kan selamat dunia akhirat
Seperti rasul dan sahabat