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You won't und'stand if you d'nt experience it,
My fatherland is where I cut my poetry teeth.
'Tis also the place where I had a splendid childhood,
Naija- where we cruise our tyres around the hood;
I remember days of Ten- Ten and Sendi,
Back when we were innocent and knew no Fendi,
When we would play monkey post in the rain,
And I was a midfielder whose energy ne'er drain.;
Oloje 98 was the world cup I played in,
Abdul and co of Okekere knows what Im saying.
I, a star in all games with Kume the striker,
were so lethal like the venom of a viper;
Beautiful times of watching rams fighting
At Barakat Ita-Nmo while we chill with Beske biting.
Days of when we would go hunting with my gees,
Even though we ne'er came home with a geese;
And during ramadan we built beautiful mosques,
And they were as white as the elephant's tusks.
Omo Alfa Alaaya would often be the Imam,
Deputied by Abdulmajeed and Imran;
'Was one of those who wakes the 'hood for Sahur,
Trying to be a scholar like my uncle Sheikh Sabur.
Hunting for kuluso whenever the rain falls,
Ofcourse hiding in my closet when lesson teacher calls:
Dada was gentle, Mama was strict,
And if not for that queen, Nigga would be street.
Days of when I would be dragged to ile kewu,
Just because I wanna play with Kayode and Gebu;
I had no xbox but had Mario and bomberman
And had a cute cat but not a dobberman.
A star I was, with my BMX bike,
Aint nobody riding it if I dont like;
It was a beautiful childhood afterall,
A mosaic of experiences painted on my wall.
The one who says I am dervish, I want to look at
His sound as I was running, I want to reach at
Heaven's bridge is thinner than hair, sharper than blade
Going there above it, houses I want to make
Under it there is hell, inside of it there is pure fire
Arriving there at that shadow, for a while I want to rest
As I said shadow do not blame me dear imam
May you be pleasant, for a while I want to toast
I burn as much as my sins then clean at the water of mercy
Wearing on two wings, for a while I want to soar
After that seeing houri, heaven I want to arrive
Houri and Gilman, one by one whom i want to give a hug
Dervish Jonah do not tell these words twisted
One called Mullah Kasim comes to you and questions
Written By Yunus Emre (Dervish Jonah)
Translation Onur Ünlü
Dear Reader,
I have studied the Qur'an and it says in 24:31 "And they should wear veils over their bosoms, and not display their ornaments openly", family or relatives being the exception to the rule. (Fred Leemhuis edition.) Feminists in Iran who do not want a burka refer to this verse. A bikini is obligatory, nude beach is forbidden. But the imam doesn't want to know anything about the bikini, he wants a burkini, and he tells me: "To hell with the bikini and wear a veil from the top of your head till over your bosom." The imam adds till "(till) over the bosom". The Qur'an itself only says: "Over the bosom, and underpants/ briefs over your ornament". I do think as an orthodox living by the letter of the scripture one should say: long live the bikini. Kind regards Yoram
Oh these lovely ornaments, please
Cover them and those tender boobs
An inspiration to the military troops
Covered earthshakingly they may tease
With Bikini the atoll, the isle
The burkini exegesis
Just about Haram as thesis
It is not a holy style
And be gentle to her
Should you loathe her beauty
God might appreciate her booty
And put a lot of good in that which
You do not like. Please do not ditch
Qur'an 4:19 to which I do refer
And be gentle towards her. And when you loathe her, you might not like something in which God has put a mighty lot of good. Qur'an 4:19
Do not Push It
I’m like horses do not like the wind today, it is northerly and
The sun, despite shining free of clouds, cannot warm my chilled bones, symbolizing a disconnect between hope and reality that resonates with political disillusionment.
Horses turn their considerable behinds against the wind and keep
My behind is skinny and does not protect my neck, but a scarf offers a quiet reminder of resilience, inspiring hope in the audience.
But a scarf does. I used to have strong fingers, but now they are thin and look.
Like a Bangladesh river delta, and to think there was a time I laughed.
at the face of frost, and if needed, would run bare-chested across
The unfriendliness of the plains of opposite Poles, me, the leader of the pack
And I, the leader of the pack, once met Fidel Castro-an, an icon of dignity, yet his conversations often circled only around himself, a humorous critique of political egos.
God, he was boring —only had one subject — himself.
But I do deviate, I’m only an Argentinean horse adopted illegitimately by
A general major, his wife wanted a foal. The landscape now has a hundred.
Colors of green, but it worries me that if ISIS takes world power, vines will rot on my land, reminding us of fragile stability and shared fears.
Rot on my land, and when they pass on their pick-up trucks, I must wave.
A black, inartistic flag with intelligible writing on it. My wife is the practical one.
Will say: after the Islamists took power in Portugal, my husband finally got
Sober enough to be offered a job as an Imam.
It's funny, you live a life and the one who breathes that life into you, both seem too good to be true....
I was born in 1998
Fated to be the son of an Imam
The sun rose up and I guess i chose to human
Within the spiritual realm, I believe
We all had a chance to choose
The memory swiped away
I can only say
This vessel isn't pure
And the cure to my wonderous mind
Is the sight of my soul
But I guess death will only be my chance
So I got to be righteous till my last and final breath
Token of a slogan,
I wasn't made to be free
In this world you gotta pay a fee
Tests and trials, walking to the road
Full of sand gotta man up
And take this slab that I've been given
The preacher's son never held
His own,
Too many helpers, was written in stone
Don't know too much about my texts and reading them sometimes feels like
Psychological overture.
I am not an extremist, though life is most extreme
I try to look at others viewpoints..
I had a shave today, and It seemed surreal
That I was removing white hair from the same
Cheeks that only grew dark hair not so long ago..
I rememberd being in Germany, I worked for a short
Time with some 'extremists' these men were Libiyan, probably Gadaffi's workers I'm not sure..?
They got round to asking my 'religion in an upstairs room' there were three of them It was in Eberbach am Neckar..One of them was an Imam
Abdullah was his name, I said I was a Christian although not a devout one 'which at that point in time was true' I was inwardly asking God to give me the right words to say here' I asked them who they believed in the answer was Allah and Mohammed is his prophet, and what do the Jews say I asked? That there is one God and Moses is his prophet.' And the Christians? There is one God and Jesus is His prophet.' At this point I said to them had these men met each other, considering their different viewpoints would they have taken up weapons and started beating each other or would they sit down an converse as gentlemen? They would have talked like gentlemen was my answer , so I said let us do the same! Later that week the other two Kahlid & Mohammed came to I and the immam with copies of my contract showing prices they had rifled my van 'and demanded more pay' I was concerned for my wellbeing at this point..' however Abdullah stepped toward them and said do not harm this man..' I guess because of the words God gave me in the upstars room, I have much to thank God for.!
The Meaning of the Nikah Ceremony:
The Nikah is a religious ceremony for a Muslim couple to be legally married under Islamic law. It’s a Prophetic tradition and the only permissible way that a man and woman can be married. This ceremony makes the wedding official because in the Islamic tradition it’s not permissible for a couple to be intimate without a Nikah. The Nikah legitimizes the relationship in front of God and it’s when the couple says, “I accept.”
“Marriage in Islam is a blessing,” says Imam Steve Mustafa Elturk, “and it is considered a very important part of faith.
Imam Steve Mustafa Elturk is the president of the Islamic Organization of North America (IONA) in Warren, Michigan. He has officiated hundreds of Nikahs for Muslim couples is very active in the Muslim community and is seen as a leader and advisor.
For the Nikah, there has to be a minimum of two male witnesses that can attest to the fact that both the bride and groom say, “I do” or “Qubool” from their own free will and without any force from family members or anyone else. It must be the bride and the groom who agree.
The Mahr is an obligatory gift from the groom to the bride that the bride or her family can request. More often than not, it is a lump sum of money that the bride decides. Other times, the bride may ask for a trip, diamond or anything she wishes. Of course, she is encouraged to be fair and keep her future husband’s income in mind. The Mahr is also symbolic of the responsibility the man has for providing for and taking care of his wife.
I want to live happy pious family married life with my Royal Family Husband in my own Royal Family Palace situated in Kingdom of Saudi Arabia or Dubai.
I want full peace of mind,peace of heart & peace of soul.
God Bless each and every girl The Perfect Match.Ameen.
May there always be a God/dess for you
a Messiah with you
a Kalki in you
a Maitreya of you
a Twelfth Imam as you.
May there always be a living God/dess
who sees Our best communicating Self through your eyes,
who hears Their most beautiful song in your ears,
who smells Our most transporting fragrant presence
as outside/inside We/Me.
May you always breathe
and beat your heart
with and as,
in and for,
our divine Earth GaianGod;
some ReCreative CoBecoming with a higher
and healthier
pay scale
than the Tooth Fairy,
or an Empty Trump UnLawSuit
against full-deck GaianAce through GodKing
extended family values.
"Beautiful people are not always good, but good people are always beautiful." - Imam Ali (a.s)
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Real beauty shines from the inside out;
Without goodness, beauty harbors doubt.
A kind heart helps real beauty to show,
For goodness makes its light truly glow.
Beauty alone makes none truly pretty,
Goodness, with kindness and some pity,
Blends wisdom with strength on a human face—
A blessing bestowed by special grace.
When beautiful people are also good,
Then their beauty is without falsehood.
It becomes a divine and earthly joy—
Too pure a feeling to ever cloy.
All you need is one word,
Erase just one word
from the minds of the people,
Rout out just one idea, one concept,
Eliminate 'Religion' from
the dictionary of mankind--
Man's stupendous and
gravest faux pas!
And, you'll see peace,
happiness, brotherhood;
There won't then be any infidels,
No gentiles, no heathens,
No pagans, no idol worshipers;
No racism, no hatred, no jihad,
No crusades, no inquisition,
No persecution, no repercussion.
No church, no mosque,
No temple, no synagogue,
No holy scriptures,
No words of God,
No places of pilgrimage,
No holy sites, no holy icons;
There won't be a pope or a priest,
Nor any saint or a swami,
No mullah, no imam,
No pundit or any rabbi.
No one to dupe you,
No one to lure you,
No Satan, no sin,
No guilty conscience,
No need for confession
No need for salvation;
And, what the hell,
There won't be any hell!
"I Can't Breathe" contest by Cyndi MacMillan