MobiPoetri
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.
GUIDANCE
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.
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.
MY BLOG
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).
COMMUNICATING
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