Anam derdi ki yavrum;her kul varacak Hakka,
Dönüş elbet O’nadır,aman güzelce yaşa.
Hani Sultan Süleyman,hani Mimar Sinanlar?
Dünya bir hana benzer,gelen cümle konaklar.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;aman gıybetten sakın,
Şu dilini tutarsan,olursun Hakka yakın,
Siler süpürür gıybet,alır dostlar hakkını,
Sırtlanırsın mahşerde,boyun kadar günahı.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;kabirde mumlar yakma,
Oku ayet Kuranı,geçmişlere sen yolla,
Hristiyan adeti,kabre çaput bağlamak,
Yahudi adetidir,ağlayıp alkışlamak.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;insanlar dindar kindar,
Şeytandır kindar olan,Rabbe yakındır dindar,
Eyleme dini alet,isteme dünya malı,
Okuyup ayet Kur’an,güzelce yaşamalı.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;olan herşey Hak’dandır,
İmtihan evlatla mal,vermez ise O’ndandır.
Deme kötü kaderim,Hakka bühtan eyleme,
Bu söz tehlikelidir,sevabı yele verme.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;herkes pişman olacak,
Gülecek kimi yüzler,kimi de ağlayacak,
Kabirde asıl durak,herşeyden sorulacak,
İncedir sırat kıldan,düşenler çok yanacak.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;çağdaşlık büyük yalan,
En çağdaşı bu asırda,namaz kılan müslüman!
Karanlık hep kafeler,meyhane dolmuş şeytan,
İsyan ediyor Hakka,bu mu aydın müslüman!



Anam derdi ki yavrum;dünya büyük bilmece,
Görmedim hiç çözeni,yatıyorlar kabirde,
Sanki hiç yaşamamış,bunca insan dünyada,
Sığmayanlar dünyaya,yatar koyun koyuna.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;dinimiz en güzeli,
Bunu bilip güzelce,yaşamayı bilmeli,
Mani değildir İslam,bilime ve tekniğe,
Müslümanlar bugünde,sahip olmalı fenne.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;aldanmayın dünyaya,
Yalancı dünya elbet,varacağız biz Hakka,
Kalır burda servetler,kimse bir şey götürmez,
Aşık olanlar Rabbe,bu dünyada gam çekmez.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;hayvanatı hor görme,
Onlar emanet Haktan,fazla yükü yükleme,
Davacıdır mahşerde,alacak hakkı senden,
Sakın zulmetme ona,hani ebenle deden?



Anam derdi ki yavrum;yakınlık var secdede,
İnsan Rabbiyle olur,şeytana iner perde,
Secde Hakka yakınlık,uzat orda tesbihi,
Rabbine tazim edip,dinlendir bedenini.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;zehirlidir bugünde,
Sunuyor Haktan korkmaz,zehri altın tepside,
İyi seç kitapları,ehl-i sünnetten şaşma,
Kılıp bunca namazı,savurup yele atma.



Anam derdi ki yavrum;bölük pörçük müslüman,
Uyandı çoktan fitne,bir lahza da sen uyan,
Sen ateşe taşıma,olup sahip nesline,
Ümitsizlik şeytandan,yeis sokma kalbine.

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MOM THAT IS MY BREAST ... 2

My mother used to say that my child; every servant will come to Hakka,
His return is of course, oh live well.
You know Sultan Süleyman, you know Architect Sinanlar?
The world is like an inn, the incoming sentence hosts.

My mother used to say, baby; beware of backbiting,
If you hold that tongue, you will be close to the truth,
Backbiting sweeps away, friends take their rights,
You get rid of the sins as much as the neck.

My mother used to say, my child; do not light candles in the grave,
Read verse Quran, you send it to the past,
Christian custom, to tie a rag to the grave,
It is Jewish custom to cry and applaud.

My mother used to say, baby; people are devout spiteful,
The devil is the spiteful, close to the Lord devout,
Religious tool for action, wanting world property,
The Qur’an by reading it should live well.

My mother used to say, my baby; everything that happens is from the Right,
The test is property with the son, if not, it is from him.
Don’t say my bad fate, Hakka buhtan to action,
This word is dangerous, do not give reward to mane.

My mother used to say, baby; everyone will regret it,
Some faces will laugh, some will cry,
The main stop in the grave will be asked about everything,
It is thin from hair, those who fall will burn a lot.

My mother used to say, baby; modernity is a big lie,
The most contemporary Muslim in this century, praying!
Darkness is always cafes, taverns are full of devil,
Hakka is rebelling, is that an enlightened Muslim!

My mother used to say, baby; the world is a big riddle,
I have not seen any solvents, they are lying in the grave
As if they never lived, so many people in the world
Those who do not fit into the world lie down in sheep.

My mother used to say, my child, our religion is the most beautiful,
Know this and know how to live well,
Islam is not a mania to science and technique,
Muslims must have science today.

My mother used to say, my baby; don’t be fooled by the world,
The lying world of course, we will arrive Hakka,
Fortune stays here, nobody takes anything
Those in love do not grieve the Lord in this world.

My mother used to say, my child, don’t despise the animal,
They are entrusted Haktan, do not overload,
He is a plaintiff, the right to receive from you,
Do not persecute him, you know with your midwife?

My mother used to say, my child; there is closeness in prostration,
Man is with his Lord, the veil goes down to the devil,
Prostration closeness to Hakka, stretch the rosary there,
Respect your Lord and rest your body.

My mother used to say that my baby is poisonous today,
He presents, He is not afraid of the truth, his poison is on the golden plate,
Choose books well, do not be afraid of Ahl as-Sunnah,
Do not perform so many prayers and throw away your mane.

My mother used to say, my child, a scattered Muslim,
You have already woken up, mischief, and you follow a moment,
Do not carry to fire
Despair from the devil, do not hurt your heart.

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