There are stories men rarely tell—
Not out of pride,
But because the world has not learned,
How to listen to them.
Yet Islam teaches us— every heart matters,
Every struggle is recorded,
And every sincere effort is seen,
By the One who never forgets.
Honouring Men
This poem honors men, their silent struggles and fights with faith.
In the mood of faith, he rises,
Shaped by duty, love, and light—
A pillar carved with patience,
Walking gently in Allah’s sight.
Gentlemen cry, tender yet lion-souled,
Work and provide like steadfast mountains,
Roots sunk deep, shoulders broad—
Carrying the weight of many dreams,
From his earnings, charity flows—
Like cool water in the heat.
He walks with a quiet bounce— not in swagger,
But in the delicate rhythm,
Of a man carrying worlds unseen.
When he falls, he folds the ground into his resolve—
The Triumph of Men
Rising as though pulled upward,
By his own certainty.
Have you ever wondered why
He walks holding his trousers in the middle—
As though guarding national treasures?
Call it instinct—
The small fortress every man carries,
Even when he pretends not to.
Even men are scared…
Of exposure and molestation,
In a world that mocks his flinch,
And calls it a weakness.
“Men don’t cry.”
“Men must be men,” the world insists—
Demanding they maneuver their misery.
What a world!
Men gather his tears in the throat,
The world trained him to swallow storms,
Still, he plants laughter in a home
Where his own grief sleeps without a pillow—
An embodiment of Sacrifice
A sacrifice seen in heaven, written by Angels.
Some reach the edge of their script,
To prove a point,
Ending their lives like a full stop—
And mistake the final dot for destiny,
Hold them, remind them…
Endings can be rewritten!
They say “coconut heads” are men—
But even the coconut knows,
Its journey will be long,
Hence, it carries water for the road ahead.
Even when his heart grows weary,
From fear and burden,
He keeps the energy—
For this is the trend and strength of men.
Till tomorrow, do not relent,
If you fall, rise!
You will yet celebrate,
And you will take over.
You will have the car,
You will have the house.
No— you won’t drink from the bottle,
You will own the bar.
O men!
Like Ibrāhīm — dream with faith,
Like Yūsuf — endure with grace,
No hardship can erase your place.
Men of courage and patience—
Of mercy and beauty—
Your journey is not in vain,
Every trial and tear, shapes and waters your domain.
Your strength rests in His mercy,
Your leadership in His honor.
And when the world presses heavily,
Your sujūd becomes your refuge.
To every man who has fought silent wars and still stands— I honor you.
To the men who lead with faith, love, and unseen sacrifices— I salute you.
You are seen, valued, and needed.
May He (Al-Latīf);
Easing The Burden
Ease your burdens, soothe your heart,
Open your paths, bless your journey,
Reward every step you take, and every silent sacrifice.
For you are men—
Strong in spirit, Gentle in soul Steadfast in trials.And endlessly loved.
Writer : Odusanya Olasunkanmi AbdulBāsit
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