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Dark Paradise

As we departed for a long journey,
My heart punned with jocundity,

Had heard a lot about its beauty,
But didn’t know, will ‘be welcomed so haughtily,

As I propelled on non-native soil,
It seemed so preposterously royal,

Still there, ah I missed my home,
Oh where I could fearlessly roam,
		
Where the noise of rickshaws,
It seems so soothing the way it draws!

Where we wait for that oily heavy breakfast,
While licking my fingers I bet! I in contrast!
They pour so oil in them that would‘ve surpassed
The oil in deep ocean … that America cast!

They call east is submerged into Spirituality’s aptness
No but it is more traditional I say, tooting my profoundness!

Here nobody would be bothered if found felonious,
But if disobeyed family, would be considered vicious.

I’m telling you about the preciousness of my land,
About the norms people engulf, in my homeland,

We gather now and then to celebrate,
The loves we give each other, make us grate,

In my home, neighbors are never left alone,
Such a hospitality inn! Greeted as are our own

Girls wear the shirts, better shawled,
Which west calls modest but I say,
These are the values, in which they are mold,
These are our norms practiced since Islam borne!

Please don’t turn over from its today’s view
it still is the paradise though  dark, I construe!


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The Wandering Yogi

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The Wandering Yogi 

From city to city, from every  town to town
Catching every smile to smile, every frown to frown.
His allegiance goes to the exalted one, not any nobility nor the crown.
The mysterious venture itself is a compass – forever trailing up and down. 

He vision’s more to the sandstorm than just the sands might. 
What he really seeks is the commandeering winds, hidden from man’s sight. 
For he is like a moth, forever trying to follow the mystical light. 
A servant of humanity, here to douse out ones fiery plight. 

The mystical light to him, is like the sweet essence of nectar to a bee
His journey has no fragrant flower to guide the way, only his heart must see.
The burden of Caste, Creed and Colour cannot weigh him down – forever he is free.
These bitter ingredients are for his pestle and mortar, mixed together to serve he. 

Always alert, always ominous. Wary of the treacherous thorns. 
Even the smallest prickle can poisonously permeate – towards the path of the one with horns. 
Decorating his path to God for others to follow – moving on as he adorns. 
And for those who have permanently set their ship astray – he shall set up half mast, for he mourns. 

From sunrise to sunset. From a healthy youth to a venerable age.
Adhering to his spiritual principals. A beacon of knowledge – a mystical sage. 
Until he reaches his beloved, his only shelter against this life is faith and a hermitage. 
Walking steadfast on an arduous journey of pain and languish – travelling away from life’s cage.  The Wandering Yogi.


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Coming Of A Yellow Sun: Bring Back Our Girls

Plunged into a red darkness, the
Double Green and single White was blue
From many years of  colourless existence
At the purple hands of the black haramites
Hating the colourful child of Egypt's cradle
Wanting all to migrate to the grey state of nature

Their maroon bowl reached its brim
Filled with black haemoglobin
Scooped from red-letter Nyanya ritual
And carting away into the green Sambisa
Two-ten white Chibok virgins, and
Ravishing these whites on brown soil, and leaving
Score and half to be violet from serpents' kisses

Green and blue earth unite and sing
Bring back our girls, with placards to the pitch darkness
Chibok's Cherubs descend with multi-colour halos
Shekauites' hearts are darkened with green
They are trepid and colour-blind
The coming of a yellow sun
Via a silver path arrives

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What Does The Ass Say

What does the ass say?
“Yes I am a jihadist.
I have shit for brains.”

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Muslims Mad At Beyonce

Muslims are now mad at the singer Beyonce
because of her latest music video
proving my contention that the only quality
a person needs to become a Muslim
is to have less than ten active brain cells.

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To Be Muslim

I cover myself.
They ask, "Why, are you ashamed?"
I say, "No. I'm proud."

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Guns and God

A Christian soldier with a gun and a crucifix is a man of God
A hoodlum with a gun and a crucifix is only a hoodlum
A Muslim with a flag and a gun is an Islamist terrorist
A Muslim with a flag and no gun won't make the news

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Why I Love God's Prophet Muhammad

Love and Follow Muhammad
(SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam)

If you ask me, why do I love him, the
Prophet Muhammad (May Peace be upon him) -
I love him because he cared about us
Muslims, and loving him is a condition –

If you love Allah, then love the Prophet
Muhammad – Allah loved him very much.
He was Allah's Final Messenger, and
The hearts of many did his mercy touch.

His beautiful character makes me admire
Him – his trustworthiness and honesty –
Even before he became God's Prophet,
Disbelievers knew that he was trustworthy.

I love the Prophet Muhammad because
Of good manners he was the best example.
I love how he was patient throughout his life
And how his morals were never skeptical.

He cared about his nation too, thus he taught
Us what we should know about our religion.
When given the chance he'd always educate,
Blessing us with advice through his companions.

As a father and grandfather, the Prophet
Muhammad was kind and tender loving.
His mercy to the poor, widows and orphans –
His good treatment of them is too astounding.

His tolerance, even to non-Muslim
Neighbors, is also something to be admired.
His mercy too was further manifest
Through his kind treatment of the slaves he hired.

As a leader – he was charismatic,
As a warrior – marked with strength and bravery,
As a family man – full of mercy,
And a husband who treated his wives fairly –

===> Part Two

Note: As a Muslim I believe in all of God's Prophets from Adam to Noah, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Ishmael, David, Solomon, Moses, Jesus and the final Messenger Muhammad may God's Peace and Blessings be on them all, they were all sent with the same message: to invite/call on others to believe in the One and Only God (Allah: The God -in Arabic) the God of everything and everyone :)

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Caseinlan V

Creed
Draws out
Asks ceasefire
Implants oneness
Faith

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Why I Love God's Prophet Muhammad PART 2

==>Part Two of "Why I Love God's Prophet Muhammad (SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam)"

As a friend – he was accommodating –
Full of cheer, he brought smiles to people's faces –
Respectful to the old, and kind towards the young –
Mercy was the Prophet Muhammad's basis.

I love how he was merciful – and because
Of his mercy, he always tried to guide.
I love how he struggled to obey Allah,
And how he remained patient all through his life.

I love how he was able to do so much –
So many good deeds, despite his simple life –
How he could survive on mere dates and water,
And yet stand for long hours when praying at night.

I love how he was so thankful to Allah –
How he was always ready to sacrifice.
I love how his character was dignified –
How he was strong and gentle at the same time.

I love the patience of Prophet Muhammad –
In worshiping Allah, in fasting, and praying –
His patience in helping Muslims, and in hard times,
And how he was merciful and forgiving.

Because of my love for Prophet Muhammad,
I try to follow him – and say "you should too" –
If you truly love Allah, then love Muhammad –
Let your following him make your love more true.

O' Allah, help us obey you, and help us
Follow Muhammad – in this world and to Heaven –
Grant us his companionship in Paradise,
And freedom to drink from his blessed fountain.
Ameen.

Mariam M.

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Bad Dreams

Author's Note:
surah- chapter of the quraan/ prayer
jinn- invisible spirits which can be good or bad,
and may interact with men and can create bad dreams

*(Philosophical)

When I had bad dreams
My love taught me surahs
That I might recite at night
To prevent my mind 
From being poisoned
By evil jinn...

I thought of gently reminding him
That jinn were not the only beings
Capable of evil-
Nor could they be blamed 
For every troubled mind-
The memory of a smack
Stings at least as much
As from a being of clay as fire;
Harsh words are as scalding
As from a tongue of flame-
At least were it jinn
I could have claimed
It was something inhuman
That harmed me,
Not my own-

But 
I don't say these things-
It's not his fault...
So I smile,
And tell him I love him,
And let him explain to me
How to rid myself of
The only demons he knows
How to protect me from

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Names

Names have power.
They say Allah has 99 names. 
My lover showed me
How if you look at your hands
The lines on your palms 
Create the Arabic characters
For one and eight-
This makes 81 on your right hand,
and 18 on your left hand;
Their sum is 99.

Names have power.
You may better understand something by 
Understanding its name.
The word Christianity comes from the word Christ, 
        meaning anointed one; the prophet.
Judaism comes from Judah, who was the son of Jacob;
        the Jews are the descendants of Judah. Judah also means "praise."
Islam means peace, or accepting the natural way; accepting God.

Names have power.
How we name ourselves
Reflects who we are.
I name myself
Poet,
Student,
Teacher,
Truth-seeker.

Names have power.
My lover calls me 
Habeby, my love;
Rohi, my soul;
Taebny, my sweet pain;
Amera, princess.

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The Irony of the Red Smiling Cyclops

It appeared on the doorpost as a Cyclops' smiley face
 For some Cyclops WhatsApp icon, but red-themed application
 Yes gruesome red, in contrast to the expectation
 You would get from a smiley face, even for a Cyclops.
 It quizzed my curiosity and I dug further on Google’s interface. 

It appeared on the search page as the queen Isis,
 Long told in Hieroglyphics, Cyrillic and Roman alphabet,
 Patroness, mother, queen, blessings with love met,
 But unlike these grim Arabic script in an ominous logo,
 And tales of death, pain littered with deeper crises
 
It told of “nuun”, 14th letter of a blessed script
 In which many beautiful and wise thoughts found life,
 A letter which told of blessing and not of strife
 Being in a position multiple of seven, a number blessed
 By God Himself when he Earth and Heaven in 7 breaths whipped
 
It told of the Magen David, a shining star, which should be a good thing
 Only that it brings memories of gaunt bodies piled in trucks
 And human experimentation, and as history at our door knocks
 And Isis or Isil opens to let in what we dread most
 “Nuun” is stuck in my iris with pain and scary sting. 

For I have seen the blank stare of heads painting in red drips the pickets
 And Leonidas’ 300-style gore re-enacted in modern city streets
 As heads are divorced from bodies and all around are scared heartbeats
 For even bloodied child clothes cover head-less bodies,
 As Christians are beheaded like one would roast crickets. 

It brings back memories of my ancestors up in the Samba regions,
 Fleeing the harsh choice given to them by the jihadists:
 To adorn the village picket or join the cause of the Islamist,
 Forced to create a third choice, which was to leave their homes,
 Friends and family to pseudo-Islam or lurid lethal lesions. 

Is it that time again for Iraqi Christians?
 Shall the world once again watch the Red Indians’,Tutsis’, and Jews’
 Story take gruesome form and hack through human sinews?
 How many litres of innocent blood, and kilogrammes of hacked Christian flesh
 Are needed to realise the vanity in the life of Homo sapiens? 

(c) Nyonglema

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I Am Your President and King for Life

I play golf as much as I can
while still thinking of my fellow man 

I haven’t figured out the economy
because it puzzles me
still no recovery with the things I’ve done
oh well what the hell
as long as you can see my good intentions an I tried 
that is what is most important to me

I’ve been accused of telling lies 
how you figured me out that is a surprise
all of my promises I make don’t come true
I count on ABC, CBS & NBC to protect and cover my ass
and help me fool all of you

my enemies claim that I and my administration
 are corrupt with scandals through and through
I challenge any of you to prove your wild allegations it if you can good luck 

millions of people are out of work
Republicans keep saying I’m a jerk
to many people were working anyway
now they have more time to play
thanks to me and my socialist policy

I'm not a Christian but I do pray to my god Allah everyday
America’s been the leader of the free world for too long 
it’s time we sing a different song
leading from behind is the song I sing
taking America down a notch or two is my thing
is what I believe I need to do

the military is to strong I believe that is wrong
that’s why I apologize every chance I get
for America’s atrocities as I see fit

when I Barack Hussein Obama was elected president
I was very very much surprised
because I never ever did anything to pay my dues
I was so unqualified I still don’t understand
how I was able to fool all of you 

some of my constituents say I'm a narcissist
that is true now so let me salute all of you with my middle finger

all of my perks are great and life style to
playing golf and basketball is what I love to do
while the worlds troubles are in chaos boohoo

flying around in a great big plane
and living in a big mansion that's insane
but my wife still loves to complain
and all the millions of dollars I am able to
hide away for a rainy day

all the people around me 
tell me every day how great I am
playing at President is the job for me
you may now get on your knee to worship me 

I believe I have become a King you may also kiss my Muslim ring
those of you who disagree with me
and decide to take a pass then you can all kiss my black ass
Written by Dennis Davis
June 16th 2014




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all to go

All to go 

I to go
we to go
you to go
& all to must hereafter.

I to do
we to do 
you to do
all to must good deeds


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Life, Now A Blind Date: A Cry Against Boko Haram

How can geographic points for interaction and socializing become haram? Catching up with the flying time and constant upgrade in civilization process; these too are also haram? Is seeking knowledge and applying understanding haram too? Funny enough, a particular 'god' gives his affirmation to this way of stone age enslaving way of living. Females with males on the same platform is unthinkable and their significance and huge role in a modern society is so haram. 'must', 'force' and compulsion; their coat of arm. dialogue and democracy abominations and canal. In short, all are considered haram. Spoken words without submission; submission without worship and reverence; reverence not to a supreme called 'Allah' enough reasons, for death to shop on souls. Free will, liberty and freedom; worst of all, the right to live have now been considered haram. Even with such a babaric ideology They forget that....................................... the use of communicating devices is haram why use video clips and satellite cells instead of crows and birds? They forget that......................................... the use of bombs and weapons of mass destruction is haram. Why not use stones and bare fighting skills? Even the bow and arrow are invention of knowledge and science! They forget that............................................ machines and wheels are also haram. Why not use camels and horses? They forget that.......................................... the cotton and silk they wear are haram. Why not use leaves and animal skin? The same ideology they propagate is the same they contradict leaving them with absolutely no excuse and gross foolishness in committing these huge crimes against humanity. This is not a war, yet we have prisoners and girl slaves? We aren't in the battle field yet people are dying in mass and numbers? Holy smoke! This is the 21st century for goodness sake... yet we are compelled to live beneath stones and find warmth beside raw fires? Woe unto you, masters of terror! don't forget that after a time cycle another hour immediately begins. You'll be caught up with your deeds and the whole of nature will spit on your existence. Life has been sweet, mysterious and full of hope like an expectant mother. Even though you've succeeded in making it a blind date; we'll face the occasion with hope never giving up on the final sight of a beautiful new acquaintance.

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The Bulldozer in my Dream

They have been wandering for decades
Journeying to the land that was promised by their forefathers
A land that would seal the faith of future generations.

They rove night and day guided by a single pillar of light
Looking for the land that was just minutes within sight
But faith had them wondering and pondering 
Meandering up steep hills and giant rocks
Roaming around mountain and caves
Looking for that sacred spot.

But they could not find their way home 
The road that leads home was covered with tall thick giant grass 
Blade as wide as the palm of my hands overshadowed the path
And the visible eyes could not perceive it
Only the spirit of God could reveal it.

Suddenly a bulldozer appears,
And a little man holding the levers  
Reversed it back and forth and leveled the dense path 
That leads to a dead end spot in the middle of the town.
The bulldozer could not handled the thick mass of grass
That forms little mountains on that anguished path.

Determination kept the bulldozer rolling along.
It pushed and scraped until it leveled the towering grass 
That connects the main road to an asphalted road. 
Without warning the bulldozer blade broke off in a circular hole
And the little man came from behind the levers and peeped into
the hole and grumbled that he has strained his back.

All of a sudden two men with machetes appeared 
And start copping around several mounds
Close to that very spot potato vine sprouted 
With blossom forming an archive in the air
potatoes ready for reaping hangs from 
vines  that juxtapose with blossoms.

Be quiet! 
The machete man exclaimed 
Stop chopping!
He peered at vines and leaves above
And discovered that the abandoned path is guarded 
By a gigantic wasp nest with thousands of wasps standing guards.

They hang from branches and form clusters 
that appear as brown potatato blossom
Laying wait in silence to attack their preys 
in the patch of bush that surround the mounds.
But they were exposed and dismantled
just before the break of dawn.

                                                                 ©2014 Christine Phillips

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Foreigners Now

My best friend and I
Keep ourselves secret
Within the soft whisper
Of our headscarves-
Yet a beginner 
In this disappearing act,
I still need her help;
In danger of falling over
Ourselves and each other
In the backseat of the car,
We giggle-
Over misplaced pins
And her mother's admonitions
From the front seat-
As my disguise is applied;
A blue scarf...
A simple, sky-blue scarf...
She wraps the fabric,
Adjusts folds,
Pins it down, 
Until a new blue frame
Edges my vision-
The different perspective
Is familiar enough to me,
And she as well,
But we know
To everyone else-
We will be foreigners now.

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Journey To A Sceptred Isle -

Journey To A Sceptred Isle - 

Mysterious land's of lavish greenery 
Breathtaking view's. Indescribably scenery. 
The land and irrigated pastures, ever so fertile 
In the midst of the Atlantic, a floating pearl, a magnificent isle. 

An island inhabited by the mighty and proud 
Siberian winds circulate the lonesome isle. A quintessential shroud 
The upper north. Rough highlands and mountains 
The lower south. Fine abbeys and fountains. 

An island, a speck. Minute and petite 
Do not forsake this treasury of power. It's aura emit's mystique. 
Follow the beckoning light. Think not of these lands barbarious 
Expected the unexpected. A famed nation where men grow victorious. 

Clasped the entire world in it's tight fist 
It's tongue and culture spread like a soulful mist. 
Grasped the lands of their forefathers, with its might 
Undeniable power - an empire which exceeded the sky in height 

The lands where the chilling winds bite 
And the glaring snow, creeps in through the whistling night 
Yet the extreme south experiences a Caribbean breeze 
In the midst of a humble, everlasting freeze 

The lands of inspiration and desire. A cornucopia of hope 
A gamble, which only the brave and bold, take and cope. 
An open chest of emeralds. A civilized society 
What is the price they shall pay, discrimination, and labelled the minority?

The lands great King’s and Queen’s viciously fought 
A place wise sage’s and priest’s exhaustively taught. 
A place inhabited by the pompous and the scrupulous 
However, like all goldmines ; come impurities and the perfidious.

We pay our respect to Haji Naushah Ganj Baksh, now starts the adventure
Farewell Hindustan – land of the Indus. Into the Unknown we venture. 
Drawing near and near, to the mysterious lands. Sleep deprived, induced insomnia 
Their feet’s touch the fresh grass. Can it be? Mighty Britannia. 

-My fathers spiritual, and emotionally crushing journey to set up a new life in the west. dedicated to him.


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Pretty

I am pretty. 
I know, because everyone says so.

I am so pretty that
Hoodies and lack of makeup
Translate as showing off
Natural beauty- as confidence
In the fact that everyone
Will love me,
Instead of disinterest...

I am so pretty that
Boys ask how old I am,
And say, "Too bad..."
Because I'm under 18.

I am so pretty that
My boyfriend doesn't like
To kiss me in public
Because everyone stares
At the Hispanic boy
With- The nerve!-
To touch a white girl-
And a pretty white girl,
No less!

I am so pretty that
Any boy will flirt with me 
And when I remind them
That I have a boyfriend,
They protest,
"But you're so pretty!"

I am so pretty that
When my best friend,
A Muslim girl,
Taught me how to wear
A hijab, 
People asked why
Would I ever cover up;
They would say,
"But you're so pretty!"

I am so pretty
That I know I could never
Say that I feel lonely-
People would just say,
"But you're so pretty!"

I am so pretty that
When I'm upset,
People will tell me,
"But you're so pretty...
You, know that, right?"

Yeah. I know.

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I saw, I came, I conquer



                                I have this burden in my heart
                                 It feels like a thousand tonne
                                   and it seems, I'm in a race
                                    Everybody is ready to run
                                 I have this burden in my heart
                              Oh, my Lord, How I can get it done
                                Thoughts and plans in my head
                                I wonder how I could get it done
                              To aim, to shoot, in the light of red
                                Is to put a bullet and fire the gun
                                       I think, I will go to bed
                               And wake up again to do the stunt

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values

Though we got the land on name of religion,
But we tend to be far more traditional,

As being a post-colonial, still baffled,
But now again my nation is girdled!

Every province have its language but,
Radically alike semantics in our spirit,

Some wear waistcoat or some jeans,
This polarization persists in our teens,

But to this point of disparity, still,
We all offer Him together and will!

A time comes in a year, twice
Where we gather with family and cheer,

A reason of celebration twice the year,
One for the fasting in holy month inhere,

While merry on the Latter is premier,
Subdued in the celebrations we’re 

Thus so in satisfaction of love,
only of father and mother,

This is the life in my homeland lived,
Mundanely lived … ah seems outlived!

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Meaningless Prophecies

Crawl out from your crevice, young one. 
The atmosphere rains a vomitous path  
divulged, displayed before you in  
christening malaise, ending between  
your pointless therapy sessions and  
my overworked kidneys. 
  
Tally the score, or be a bore. 
Our favorite whore is no more.

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Dozakh aur Sharab



  Dozakh aur Sharab.........


Tere laboan ka rang mile ga gulaab mein
Teri nigah e naaz ka  nasha sharaab mein  

Mil jaye gar woh aik baar mujh ko khwaab mein
Rakh doon ga dil ko cheer ke unki janaab mein 

Dozakh mein mil rahi he mujhe peene ki saza
aatish bharak rahi he suboo-e-sharaab mein

Behre tashaffi aaen ge Muhammad e Mustafa
Bakshe gunah jayen ge roz e hisaab mein

Dil ki kitaab band na krna kabhi ay dost,
parhna likha hua he jo  roshan kitab mein

Moosa ko gadriye ki samajh aaee na jo dua,,.
makhmoor tha woh nikhwat e baar e  sawab mein

Du pal ka he suroor jo  rakhe Khuda se dooor
shaitan ka he shor o shar  sharb o sharab  mein

Peeri mein sab ko aati he yaad e khuda hee kion?
he lutf jab ho yaad e khuda bhi shabab mein

by mazHur

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Armageddon Forthcoming

New Islamic state,
Obama betrays allies;
Israel's alone!