My sweet, my sour, my sore
I stalk, you run, and you hide
You appear, I fear, I pause
You smile, I choke, and I freeze
I wish, I could tell, I can’t
I wish, you could see, my sensations
My love, my comfort, my care, for you
My fictions, my thoughts, our world
You pass; I am relieved, I am angry
I hit myself, I stupid, its fine
You don’t appear, it hurts, and I am sleepless
You’re my day, by day, diversion,
I always believed, you were not mine
The gallant, took you, away
I wish, I could have, told you
That, I love you…………..
Copyright © Sello Matsepe
Reading a book, the war between
Saladin and Richard the lion hearted
their battle went into Allepo
checking Allepo on the web
I found them still at war
Yet how stupid are we
one thousand years
and we have learned, nothing
we still fight we still kill
nothing has changed.
Talking with friends
she said they kill because
the worlds overpopulated
she said that it's wrong
God gave you the child
to me it's wrong because
we should not kill
God gave us a brain
with the ability to think
a brain to solve our problems
If you drive a car
around a corner at one hundred
don't blame God for the accident
If the world's overpopulated
have less kids, do not kill the ones you have.
Copyright © Bernard Barclay
The scarf, on my head,
Everyday, I beg.
To Allah, and His Messenger,
Am I not one of His?
Is it all out of nature?
Five times in a day,
Bowing down to Allah,
The Decency of my nature,
Leads me into a venture,
Simultaneously, a juncture,
That I, conjecture.
My Believe in Allah.
My Pride in Islam.
Copyright © Malyun Ahmed
It is in heaven I shall live forever
the earth is my floor
and the sky is my canopy
it sends the rains to make rivers
to water me and grow me plants
for a simple sustenance
and for me a bountiful food
I do not meanly the falsehood
and concealing the truth
I do not create mischief
and trouble in my homeland
I am created from nothing
and nothing is me
and that me is secret to itself
A secret that Allah kept to discover
where I shall believe is true
nothingness is only seen from nothing
that nothing exists to prove I am nothing
that nothingness exists
in my existence it is indeed nothing
I do exist as nothing.
As I shall always need to believe
that my life would be restored
it is upon my life’s death
that Allah will teach me what I do not know
He will teach me who knows nothing
that nothing is indeed me
and without Him I really mean nothing!
UCA, Kota Kinabalu,
29 June 2014
1st Ramadan 1435
Copyright © Neldy Jolo
Muslims and christians clashes, the worst sectarian violence!
Therefore I urge christians and muslim to readjust their neighbourliness,
and friendliness to receive reconcilliation approval from the powers above!
Copyright © chipepo lwele
Trace the birth of life back down the genes
you find that Abraham is still a king
the father of two sons we know by name
Ishmeal and Isaac are are their name's
The father of the Muslims and the Jews
the father of the Christians and their views
Allah or Jehovah still is God
and yet you fight but over just his name
With the changing times and languages
the words in different country's
they do change
so you have different names in your language
what does it matter
if God has thirty eight name's
but is still the same God
are you wiser than God
do you think that he can't speak
to every one
perhaps all gods are the same God
with just different names
The American Indian
call's him the great white father
what does it matter
if the God remains the same
The bible speaks of peace
Hindu's speak of peace
the message of love is the same
who are you to say
that God can't reach every one
if theirs thirty eight ways to find God
what does it matter which one you take
the message he give's is love each other
and honour him with your actions
killing people does not honour God
Killing people does not build respect
build respect for God
Copyright © Bernard Barclay
Praying on my knees,
Hoping that Allah can forgive me
From the sins
That gives me pleasure,
Sin is all I know,
Sin is my way of living.
It’s the only thing that’s
Worth living for…
To me atleast,
Then came the torture,
My heart throbs, angrily
As the floor shakes, constantly.
I run to the place
Where I keep my deadly weapons,
“Black Sins”, some may call it,
But all I want to do is save myself,
Not my family…
I know what they are after.
I am dead,
But I can’t go down
Without a fight.
“Allah, please forgive me”…
I gathered my “black sin”
And headed towards the family room,
To my surprise,
I had several unexpected guests…
But only three caught my attention.
It wasn’t a pretty sight,
For I knew that I was going to die
A DEATH much similar to the people
I had MURDERED.
They shot my wife,
But I just wanted to save myself,
I had plenty of wives…
I ran downstairs
To see my death approach me,
Something that I thought I would never see.
All of a sudden I felt pain,
An excruiting pain,
Build up in my brain.
“Allah, please for—“
I was out.
I was solid.
I was dead.
Copyright © mya thompson
When we pledge our allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America.
And also to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God.
It doesn’t say under budda or allah or any other form of belief that is not
Christian. Indivisible which means we are not to be divided. With Liberty which
we have ungrudgingly shared, and Justice which we are daily being deprived of.
And last it says for All, which I take it to mean for Americans and our way of life.
This is a pledge only for Americans and intended only for Americans. That was
written by Americans many years ago that had been suppressed of many rights
we now take for granite. When we give up one right think of all the blood that was
let just so you could have that right.
To my brothers and sisters that live in this land.
Let us reclaim freedom as in God as we stand.
Let us stop the abortions and save the child.
Return discipline back to the educators in return for a child that is not wild.
Remove elected officials that don’t do their job or do what they say.
Send those to jail that accept bribery or pay.
Stop turning your head when you see something that is not right.
Beef up the minutemen and teach them to fight.
Goods can be exchanged at the borders but allow no foreign vehicle to traverse
cross our land.
No more immigrants allowed, no more can this country of ours stand.
We are united and we have all sworn the oath.
To better our country and cherish its growth.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham
After a long time of waiting,
They named my daddy's name this year
Joy was dancing in his eyes;
All the home drowned in happiness
Waiting for eleven years,
Now he is a pilgrim of Kabba
Praying for eleven years,
Visiting Saffa and Marwah
Following him to Mecca Caravan,
We all saw him; he was happy
Smiling while kissing Quran,
Mumped that look! we are going costly!
Everyone told him, his wishes, his needs:
"Pray for my sick child Hajji!"
"My Mom is sick for few day!"
"In Bagi Medina remember me!"
Everyone had some wishes
My little sister called him:
"A bride dress for me, some souvenirs"
Daddy went; getting on board.
My mom burst out crying;
She prayed for him
"Go and come back in health. Be blessed my Man!"
Daddy called and I told:
"I've set the chain-lamps in the yard;
Alley is not ready yet. Waiting you.
We've missed you so much."
He said: "Everything your sister had asked,
Is bought one by one.
But the watch you had asked me,
I searched a lot but didn't find!
Cause I am in Medina,
I will return before Qadir."
Phone got disconnected and we unaware of media
Sometime in Mashaár and sometimes in Arafat,
Searching for Daddy on TV in that area
Eid Al-ad ha as we call Qurbaan,
Around ten a.m.
A news was moving in men's mouth:.... TO BE CONTINUED
Minimals Of Life
29 September 2015
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