LIFE OR THE KNIFE? We all suffer in one way or another. there are those we see suffering and those we don’t. most of the Muslims who are in pain, we don’t witness or ever meet in this life. It would create pity in the oppressed and an elevated and popular social standing. you would become publicised, making you feel special and greater than the others who seem to be in less pain, but Iblis (devil) isn’t great; Allah is. He alone can purify our intentions. Pride affects the best of us, especially when we are on the path of Islam. If you're good at something, never look down on others who aren't. instead, help them do and become better. Excerpt from my second volume of ‘Bridge of Wings.’ SEE THE SEA A thought, a thing, begins to grow in me. Like a tree, with a lock and key. Memories have faded, my mind seems raided, through the flood I’ve waded, I know where I’m headed. Can anything stop me, if Allah wants me free? I’m headed to 2 wonderful cities, praying for his pity. To fill what became alone, alien and empty. The rivers of our faith may look different to each other, but like all things they end up in the same destination. Brother and sister, some get there faster, to the future, some sluggish, slower. May we all be free, one day we’ll all be together and swim in the massive, welcoming sea of peace and love. Throughout history, we, as Muslims, have faced much persecution by disbelievers. They love to blame us for everything. If a Christian did it, it was the Muslims, just like Hitler. I find that they don’t talk about the Germans but the Muslims. Even Netanyahu says it was an imam who convinced Hitler to wipe out the Polish Jews. Their lies are so crazy and repeated that even an intellectual would believe them. Currently, the second generation of these Polish Jews are oppressing the Palestinians while speaking a language that was almost lost (Hebrew). Guidance from Allah When our prophet Muhammad (pbuh) prayed for guidance consistently in the cave, there was obvious chaos and pain in his land. Newborn girls were being buried alive, and idolatry was rampant. He knew there must come help from the true god, Allah, and there was! The angel Jibrail appeared before him and told him to read. He told him that he could not read and what it was that Jibrail wanted him to read. So, the surah Al-Alaq was revealed to Muhammad (pbuh), our final prophet. Over time, the whole Quran was revealed to him. The greatest and perfected book, protected by Allah from any form of tampering. The masterpiece of the Arabic language. Allah challenges mankind to come up with a surah, or even a verse like it, and clearly tells us that we will never be able to. I dream of places like this where there is no pain or hate. but, got to wait for paradise, eternal! BLOG Communication is a Test When I was a child, I never spoke much. My parents were constantly fretting about me, worrying that I had some disability. I do get a blocked throat sometimes when I talk. I don't know if I'm partially mute. I'm definitely not deaf (you must be deaf to be a mute). I often find it difficult to speak, finding it hard to get the words out. If I talk speedily, I start to stammer or stutter. People tend not to have the ability to get socially close to me as I'm always quiet and prefer not to bear responsibilities I don't trust myself with. There is a communication barrier that I've learnt never to cross. It is not like I'm a book of secrets, but I am more anxious to show emotions verbally. My language instinct never adapted and grew. I love to write, however, and social media is where I usually do all my 'talking'. Poetry and Prose literature also mean a lot to me, and I love sharing my work to inspire and teach others about my beliefs and purpose in this very short lifetime of mine. When I write, I feel like someone else, like Harry Potter, in one world and another. In a way, I demonised myself by demonising others. It's not like I wouldn't say I liked others, but I didn't like being around others. So, when I'm feeling excellent and pleasant, I get ignored, which hurts as it should. Trickles Like the rain, the pain trickles down your mountain, mocked by the other trickles that have grown and rushed down theirs, multiplying. With such effort and endurance, the little trickle calls its fellows to grow and be a majestic wave crashing down the mountain, absorbing all of those little trickles that once mocked and belittled him. The oppressive rivers no longer pose a mortal challenge, and the crushing river returns to the encompassing sea, which he knew was once his home. His collective memory becomes a glorious sight and sound throughout his journeys from sea to river and back again. there will be a single blast and their eyes will open. they will say, “woe to us, this is the day of reckoning” - Qur’an 37:19 Standing Almost like bullets, the rain hopelessly hits your windows. The storm is practically telling you to stop because it hurts. In our homes, we are safe from the wet, damp weather. Many plants will have the water they need to survive. Tap water seems fresh enough for us. As the puddles form on the concrete, you wonder why plants never truly grow on the roads. The smell of burning tar fills your mind. You spotted the odd weeds growing at the corners of your house. How is this fair? The plants are barely surviving. Bearly. The child inside you wants to be human and run about in the cold, wet rain, letting the rain shoot you till you're dry no more. You've been in trouble before as you fell ill from getting soaked, but why not? when the last hour arrives; on that day they will be judged: those who believed and did good deeds will rejoice in the garden, and those who denied the truth and belied our signs and the meeting of the hereafter will be brought torment. Qur’an 30:14 HOME GAZA STORE BLOG VIDEOS GALLERY ABOUT HUMANITY Of sin, we are susceptible. Drawn in from the sea, to survive, the fish is incapable. Truths to find, is a long journey. We are all such sinners, beggars on the streets while the fat man eats, when are we winners? When for a penny, the poor man licks his feet. Dark realities we harbour, so we close our eyes, and then we forget and continue to seek pleasure. We are blind and lost in futile lies. To live, he's clad in armour. Still, this giant warrior dies. The oppressor cannot control his anger; holding her mother's cold, limp hand, the child cries, War has ravaged our once peaceful lands. We can't expect to reach higher goals, for they mentally scar us with the sheer capacity for death and destruction. The disbelievers get richer while we Muslims get poorer. Wealth is a tool of Satan. It seduces and hypnotises humankind to love it more than their parents, wives and children's flesh and blood. When a loss occurs due to them, the madness gets released, and it is quite obvious who or what matters more to the rich men of humanity. TRY A desperate mutter in your heart, you know you must be free; you must leave, with this place of death, you must part, yet the weight is too much to heave. Trapped, your days end, and they start; the oppressor in your life does weave. If you smile, it'll be a poison dart. their cruelty is written in the pages of history, an evil, twisted enemy. They crush babies, laughing joyously. They care hypocritically, for they're a product of hateful insanity. WHAT ARE THEY? Atheists seem to know that we humans only live once, with our children as the only connection to Earth after death. How can anyone ever smile if they think this is a fact? Complete death would be unbearable to think about. Losing a mother or father would break a person with the worst anguish, severe to comprehend. Yet, Iblis (Satan) whispers in my heart, telling me I can do anything I like without judgement after death. I'm glad to have been born into Islam, and I'm so happy that many disbelievers are becoming Muslims so that this pain isn't felt by them when they die. Allah chooses those he prioritises to be Muslim, great or lesser. We all have various tests at many difficulty levels and circumstances. "Allah maltreats no soul." COLLAPSING My family has always meant the world to me. I, however, wasn't around much. It's not that I wouldn't, but I couldn't. We all have our space in our mysterious minds, and I was in my head often. I know that we are living in dark times. These times are becoming almost impossible for a Muslim who seeks the pleasure of Allah, abstaining from sin as much as humanely possible. With my mental break and my life flipping upside down, I found it almost impossible to become the Muslim I once was. I feel weak and broken when I recollect my lapse into insanity. A pain in my heart often occurs when I try to do something a typical Muslim would do, like reciting the Qur'an or praying on Jummah on Friday. The voices in my head don't accept it. They want me to be docile and obedient to the whims of Iblis (Satan). There's a viral sickness in my mind, and this disease isn't visible. It wants to use me while keeping me alive on the thin thread I'm clinging onto. There's my mind, then there's another in my brain. The viral mind seeks to consume mine and exist without me, which results in a painful psychosis where I see most people as enemies, and I can't sleep with my eyes bulging with extreme agony. My brain overcompensates, and the mind virus is allowed to exist, for its voices are relatively friendly. Broken You never really know when things will change. While I was growing up, there was a joy that didn't last. You don't truly value what you have until you lose it. My father was very religious, and he loved me a great deal when I was young and slowly began to understand this vast world. I'd go everywhere with him, and I didn't initially fear him. Whenever he'd come home from the Masjid, he'd call for me, but after that event, I'd not go to him for the possible sweets he bought. He passed away three years ago, and I imagine him coming home and telling me to read this or that dua (prayer) to get to sleep or because I had a headache. He was good at removing the evil, envious eye from us with water that he'd blow on with specific duas. Slowly, he got angrier and angrier, and nothing would calm him other than time. The fear resonating between us was high; some just wanted to run away and never return. Some did, and that pillar I needed fell, leaving other pillars straining due to the weight of it, the unacceptable situation with no way out. Our family was far from normal, and we found it hard to cope at home and at school. Even though school was a way to not be at home, the weaknesses we had at home manifested there. Bullies found us to be straightforward targets. Even though we were good targets, there was a strength they didn't expect: we were good at holding grudges. don’t let their wealth and their children dazzle you. Allah only wants to punish them through these things in this world, letting their souls depart while they deny the truth. Qur’an 9:85 (surah tawbah) Jannah Over 30,000 innocent people have been massacred in Gaza, half of whom were children and babies. Almost 2 million Muslim Gazans have been displaced. To those people, our lives don't matter because we believe that the afterlife was created for the believers and that it was the original home of Adam and Hawa (Eve). Even if they believed in our origins, as is in their Torah, they would be on the path refuted by Islam. They can't believe unless they open their hearts to Allah, the only god and Muhammad, the final prophet of Allah. They have the saying, "Go have your 72 virgins", that they laugh about when they murder us. It's almost like they accept hell as their final home. They will go to the black flames of hell, and nothing will change that. Allah is our witness; we will take this world, and we will make it Muslim. They attack our religion and our people. They insult Allah and our prophet, so they will get what they deserve: war till we win our dignity and freedom to worship Allah! Jihad They have made the word 'Jihad' taboo. They hear this word from a Muslim believer, and the cops come knocking at your door for suspected terrorist behaviour. Jihad isn't even What you think it is. Wars don't regularly happen, and while it doesn't, a Muslim wages a jihad with himself. It's a war against sin and a war against Iblis. This is the most excellent Jihad, for it perfects a Muslim as a human, not his military ability. Once a person is waging the Jihad with himself, a military war may occur, and to protect his faith and his Muslim brethren, he picks up arms and fights. One who only fights for Allah and hopes for paradise will be significantly rewarded. If he dies, Allah, the most merciful, will forgive all of his sins. We, as Muslims, are believers in the one true god, Allah and his final messenger, Muhammad (pbuh). Islam is the religion of peace, and we are never allowed to raid and oppress other countries. Only if we are threatened with death and oppression do we fight for our victory and spread Islam accordingly. FRIENDS AND MADRASA At 16, after I did well in English and religious studies and poorly in my maths and science GCSEs (not proud or disappointed, as it was conditioning, not love), I went straight to a madrasa (Islamic college). I was at the age of doing what I wanted without secularism breathing down my neck, making my hair stand on end. I became a seeker of Islamic knowledge. Unlike many classmates who were forced to go to Islamic schools due to getting up to unislamic trouble with non-muslim girls, I chose to go, and it was the greatest of all my choices. I sought the truth of my existence and what Allah wants of me. My old friends would never understand such reasons for answers to the biggest question, "What is the meaning of life?" It was difficult to lose all my friends, who, to this day, resent me for leaving them without a word of goodbye. It would hurt more if I showed that I cared for my homies. So, I vilified myself in their eyes. I do it often when bonds don't break easily. They probably had many nicknames for me, full of hate. Some goodbyes hurt more than others. They blame me, not knowing it was my intention to be hated. when madness sets in, it’s hard to win, you kill kith and kin, you endlessly sin, throwing it all in a bin, you’re made of tin, the world stops its spin, you fear you’re growing fin, your best friend is a sharp pin, the voices are a din. why? pain has a way to summon shayatin to possess and break you… loneliness can bring in thoughts and fears into your heart and mind. you start disliking light and sit there in the dark with only unwanted light showing you who and what you are… Ever heard the dead speak? sometimes you don’t have closure and you want answers from them. This child tells me that she’s finally happy. I ask her, “you were young though.” she answers surprisingly, “I was a part of all humanity!” MobiPoetri Give me a like, share or follow. email is good too! A Good Right When you're busy with what life throws at you, you need that area in your mind to yourself. This self-reflection draws in Satanic forces you cannot see or hear, whispering hate and dread into your choices at that point. Seeking assistance in this challenging endeavour is okay, and you do ask when you're only young. So, alone, you end up battling the Jinn in your heart, body and mind. You find answers but with no outer opinion. Were your solutions the correct ones? There was a time at school when I was in the 'line' for a science lesson. My friend and I were backbiting about another student who was very racist against the Muslims of that secondary school. he was black too, which made us hate the fact that they never learned from their 400-year-of-slavery past. He was a tough cookie, but I knocked him out in a previous fight. A white classmate, eavesdropping, says, "What if I told him you called him gay?" So we started calling him and the black student paradoxically gay. I didn't expect it, but when we carried on backbiting, he punched me in my jaw as hard as he could. Why I got so angry, giving him a flurry of punches to his face and breaking his tooth, I'm not really sure, but peer pressure had a role in it (I saw him as inferior at fighting). The devil possessed me. I'm fortunate that I got my GCSEs. Iblis didnt want that…