Silent prayers swallowed by fear
Behind cold walls and guarded gates
Voices crushed beneath heavy boots
Lives erased in whispered hate.
Families torn, dreams confined
Faith hunted like a fading flame
Eyes that plead for freedom’s light
Caught in endless pain.
The world watches, silent, still
As hope flickers, barely alive
But their spirit, though battered
Refuses ever to die.
She is a Muslim
you notice the way she dresses
a hijab wrapped with grace
her body a sacred space she guards.
Like the wind
she moves with quiet strength
dignity woven into every step
her faith not a burden, but a choice.
It is her right
to cover what she holds dear
her body, her soul
a temple shaped by devotion.
So in the interview room
see her mind, not just her veil.
In the office
respect the fabric of her belief.
The flowers of hope lay trampled,
Destroyed by a world so cruel,
Mothers, whose eyes sparkled with life,
Now left shattered, a lifeless pawn,
Hypocrisy is what defines you,
A land that never belonged to you,
The ridiculousness of your claims,
Oh, so plain for all to see.
You wiped away the little ones,
Who had dreamed to do big things,
Why did you choose to kill them?
Is it their faith that made you scared?
You, the cowards, bombarded their homes,
Afraid to face them like men,
Ashamed of your brutality,
Your actions condemned once again.
And now, the stars too, have disappeared,
Gone, far away...
??
#Freepalestine
28/10/2023
#MayaEvans
Every sleepless night comes with that thought,
The itching feeling in my heart it has brought,
Where are the rest of them sleeping?,
Days without food, their hunger creeping.
My food and water feel like a choke,
My tears get stuck, my heart is broke,
The thought hits like a bomb in my head,
How will I face my Lord when I'm dead.
When He asks why I was blind,
To the suffering and pain of His mankind,
How could I be comfortable when hands were cut?
How could I be so callous and left it to rot?
The children screaming for help,
How could I ignore their helpless yelp,
Can I sleep peacefully with what they've lost?
How can I claim to be righteous at all cost?
How will I make it up to them,
Say we are one, we are brethren,
How can I call myself their kin,
When I betrayed them and stayed within?
I did nothing to help, I did not move,
I did not stop Israel from their cruel groove,
How do I live with the guilt and shame,
The price of my silence is now my name.
"The Amazing Spider-Man # 26 " by Zeb Wells John Romita Jr.Writer/Artist"
muslim teen superhero saves world - the death of ms. Marvel
7/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
8th Place Placement in Contest
Muhammad, chosen by Allah to lead,
A humble man with a heart full of creed,
His words, a guide to all in need,
A mercy to mankind, indeed.
In the land of Arabia, he was born,
A light of guidance, a hope forlorn,
To worship the one God, he did adorn,
And from idolatry, he did scorn.
His teachings spread like wildfire,
His message of peace, love, and desire,
He conquered hearts with his soft attire,
And made the oppressed feel higher.
A man of integrity and honor,
A just ruler, a compassionate donor,
He spread love like no other,
And made the world a better harbor.
With the Quran as his guiding light,
He led by example, with all his might,
He fought for justice, day and night,
And always stood for what was right.
The legacy of Muhammad (SAW) lives on,
His message of peace, not gone,
A shining star, until the dawn,
A mercy to mankind, forever on.
Some Muslim men believe in women's rights
In a peculiar way,
They put their gender interests first, and
find some Quranic verse to justify it.
And then their interest in the subject
grinds to a halt.
They think that women are “weaker sex”
and they must do the thinking for them.
Their supremacy is inked by dogma
perpetuating the status quo.
Bottom line, they cannot make the women's cause
their own, hampered by ideology, in permanent warfare
with equal rights.
The women's question: It does not perplex their intuition.
When hindus purchased africa in 3452 BC,
They gave every acknowledged people a modesting fee,
Add africa to our territory on your maps,
In exchange all prisoners can go there to relax,
The path of exile followed most in the time,
That did not want civil duties,
Africa was punishment and fine,
So it was there a people was formed,
From knowledge around the world,
And some who didn't conform,
They found out a lot together as one,
Becoming great empires marked by landmarks,
Fun.
But muslim became a thing when a man once said,
Why aren't these women clothed,
I'd imagine them all the time in bed,
So the people were ashamed,
This young man would rather imagine women,
Than be tamed,
It was said of course the man finally did,
Get his wish calling them provocative little kids,
Blinding men with desire so they'd never mature,
Bringing people to collapsing points in history and time,
Make men fight with each other because they want to be fine.
(Prequel after Poet Em Em)
I won't bend /yes i won't - never
I won't fall / never i won't
Even though my name is tied around the apron of ail
Tell them - I behold the protector of fever
That walks upper whiff above the soil - & is seen.
I'm one of the soldiers of God - but not in green camo.
I fight war - yet never hide under greens / I shoot bullets but not with guns still it spits fire.
I'm one of the party of Muhammad /not in a golden garb /but I sew myself uniformity / wear myself the same unity that sleeps at our feet 5 times daily / just to take a gift home.
I'm a buyer from the Rosul
Whose soul cherishes good
He's the seller
Whose faith & creed I bought
Sold it to God
& He bought it a golden price.
Jesse Duarte
Muslim South African
Dead just before age 68
Best known as antiracism fighter
Along with Mandela
That generation is dead, it's over
Self-serving "ANC activists & comrades" remain
To steal and blame (minorities)
II
Jesse was eloquent; loyal leader & 'spokesman'
"Diminutive woman;" Dedicated warrior
Never about herself
She died today
Will be buried today
Now, her religion shows
If there is no kashful mahjoob there is no Ali Hajveri.
If there is no Al muhannad al mufannad ther is no deobandiyat.
If there is no Husamul haramain there is no barelviyat.
If there is no abd-al-wahab najdi there is no wahabiyat.
If there is no Youtube there is no Engineer Mirza.
Na me wahabi na me babi
Me hun muslim iLmi kitabi.
Israel,since its creation in 1948,has close ties with Iran,which becomes the second Muslim country to recognise the Jewish state after Turkey.They become allies under the shah,Mohammad Reza Pahlavi.At the time,Iran is home to the biggest Jewish community in the Middle East.The 1979 Islamic revolution in
Iran topples the shah,dramatically ending the friendship between the two states.
Israel does not recognise the new Islamic Republic.The ayatollahs consider Israel illegal occupiers of Jerusalem and responsible for the"genocide"Palestinians.
Informal commercial links remain in place,however,Islamic Jihad becomes the first Islamist Palestinian organisation to take up arms against Israel in 1980,with Iran as its main backer and that is why Israel does not want Nuclear Iran.
In bottles corked by a nursing mother
Against thirst that would her baby bother;
In large drums hoarded by ablution-enthused Muslim
Who stories of its scarcity take with eyes unusually dim.
A dry cleaner’s spiteful curse of a dry tap
That wouldn’t help his trade, a hurting slap!
The keyed-up state of a seeker of a mouthful of it,
An insight into the whiplashes of not conserving a bit,
As much so, the helplessness of a camel driver
Belatedly aware of no oasis ahead nor the look-alike of a river.
Water is the double assurance of life in a world unlived,
To this end, a phenomenon that should be believed
While it continues with a dignified silence
Against foes teaching Rubbishy Science.
Water is never by, parched throats disdained
Rather ‘Archbishop’ by Adam’s Apple ordained;
Always usefully engaged here
And productively canalized there...
But watch it, in a big one, you go down
And you are sure to drown!
A muslim spotted with intoxicating wine
A Muslim was spotted with intoxicating wine.
Now, his fantastic job is hanging on the line!
His crashing heart more to the left incline:
A disturbing wish to have this settled with paid fine,
A devout Muslim with a Family of Nine!
Round his poor neck all clustering to dine…
Visibly, a drowning man permitted only salty brine,
For having himself submitted to Ethanol’s Twine,
Forgetful of Devious Devil and the evils he’d design
Over this to pine
And the reality that his job is now mine
And wherever he should, my lucky Christian name sign!
Adam is my ancestor
Ibrahim is my forefather
Moses is my mentor
Jesus is my teacher
Muhammad my beloved preacher
The seal of prophethood,
The last messenger.
Allah is my creator, sustainer and master,
The giver of life and death,
Breath and the best of life,
The most gracious, the most merciful,
I am a Muslim & Islam is my religion.
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