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Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?
I am a Muslim, I’m not a “terrorist”.
How can I be a terrorist
when I’m against all kinds of injustice.
I’m against every act of sin and evil.
I hate all kinds of crime and even loathe
what Adolf did to the innocent Jewish people.
I hate what God hates; He (Allah) hates oppression.
I’m against stealing, against taking away
people’s loved ones and belongings for no reason.
I’m against suicide bombings,
against racism, against ignorance,
against self-harm and even derision.
What God hates I hate and God (Allah) hates
oppression. I hate it too when people fight
for foolish nationalistic reasons.
I’m a Muslim; I follow the true religion
of mercy from Allah the Most Merciful
Who simply wants us to answer His Call
to believe in Just One -Just One God of all.
So don’t call me a “terrorist” when I clearly
don’t have a ‘mass destruction’ weapon
and my goal in life is to
be with our God (Allah) in Heaven.
The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
Simple faces complex feelings
Smiling eyes hiding intentions dangerous
A dagger in one hand, the other extended in greeting
These are a few traits of this race
Slithering towards it's victims with effortless ease
Ambushing skills could put a rattler to shame
Will devour every living thing, will never cease
In the quest for supremacy, everything is fair game
All living beings are pawns in this game of chess
Sacrificing even Gods at the altar of individual gains
Making Krishna fight Buddha, Allah with Jesus
Holy wars giving the right to kill and maim
The streets transformed into rivers of blood
Screams silenced by the booming of guns
Rejoicing when their own kin is dead
And this race calls themselves humans
Silence has spoken
From the roaring of the tides
God is a river
Take me in your fold
For I am a wandering soul
A soul fed up of its fleshy case
Caught in such a prison
It yearns for free air
It yearns to be cleansed
It yearns to repent
It yearns for thy grace
Lift me up ,for its now high time
Help me, O my Allah
To gather these withered ends
To surrender to thy will
Heed the cries of this shackled soul
Help it to fly in the mystic air
To whirl on the mystic tune
To feel what it is,to be near you…
Oh! God Omnipresent
expanding and exposing yourself in infinity ways
whole universal system runs upon your self designed chess board
from a point with your 'blessed Will cause' paved its way
creating physical everything out of yourself whole
playing game with in time bound forming clay
where are you not? You are omnipresent we say
in the name of Bhagaban Allah and God……..all we pray
The world is crying, lead us to the perfection
not let us to go astray