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? What does 'Islam' mean?
The Arabic word 'Islam' simply means 'submission', and derives from a word meaning 'peace'. In a religious context it means complete submission to the will of God. 'Allah' is the Arabic name for God, which is used by Arab Muslims and Christians alike.
? Why does Islam often seem strange?
Islam may seem exotic or even extreme in the modern world. Perhaps this is because religion does not dominate everyday life in the West today, whereas Muslims have religion always uppermost in their minds, and make no division between secular and sacred. They believe that the Divine Law, the Shari'a, should be taken very seriously.
? Do Islam and Christianity have different origins?
No. Together with Judaism, they go back to the prophet and patriarch Abraham, and their three prophets are directly descended from his sons Muhammad from the eldest, Ishmael, and Moses and Jesus from Isaac. Abraham established the settlement which today is the city of Makkah(Beca), and built the Ka'ba towards which all Muslims turn when they pray.
? What is the Ka'ba?
The Ka'ba is the place of worship in Beca which God commanded Abraham and Ishmael to build over four thousand years ago. The building was constructed of stone on what many believe was the original site of a sanctuary established by Adam. God commanded Abraham to summon all mankind to visit this place, and when pilgrims go there today they say 'At Thy service, O Lord', in response to Abraham's summons.
? Who is Muhammad? (may peace be upon him)
Muhammad, was born in Makkah(Beca) in the year 570, at a time when Christianity was not yet fully established in Europe. Since his father died before his birth, and his mother shortly afterwards, he was raised by his uncle from the respected tribe of Quraysh. As he grew up, he became known for his truthfulness, generosity and sincerity, so that he was sought after for his ability to arbitrate in disputes. The historians describe him as calm and meditative.
Muhammad was of a deeply religious nature, and had long detested the decadence of his society. It became his habit to meditate from time to time in the Cave of Hira near the summit of Jabal al-Nur, the 'Mountain of Light' near Makkah.
Form:
Sole (and soul) brother waves magic wand (poof)...,
and eldest sister absolved of guilt once and for all
Be happy don't worry
understood how thee feel sorry
for never defending me madam norry
(a real word meaning "woman of honor").
She (mine eldest sibling)
unfairly self burdened with blame
must jettison emotional baggage claim
forsooth (upon her person) pardon I exclaim
courtesy reasonable rhyme typed
within Macbook Pro
and linkedin Lenovo screen frame
now after LXII orbitz round the sun
able, willing and ready to relish game
of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
Upbringing gifted me
with older kin named Amelie
Beth Harris (the - hyphen McGeehan)
hashtagged after she pledged troth
said first twixt Boyce and Harriet
donned mantle of protector
trumpeting forewarnings against bullies
lest they verbally and/or physically
assault puny socially withdrawn brother.
Later existence (mine) witnessed unbridled wrath
more'n half my lifetime, a long time ago
hurled at greased lightning speed at yours truly
dealt Matthew Scott Harris
one after another severe psychological blow
courtesy father and mother
caw zing pent up (internalized) rage,
they did viciously crow
and spew expletive laced ultimatums
one direction did flow
buzzfeeding an introverted boy
emotionally and physically he failed to grow
rarely did practice social graces
such as saying "hello"
even mirrored reflection ignored
hated to see his unsightly self
body morphology melded
courtesy anorexia nervosa
(thank dog absent bulimia)
apparent starvation know
body else understood -
odd... even years (née decades) later
I too feel totally clueless, and lo
and behold extremely angry mow
ping with purposelessness
at sabotaged existence (mine)
at upsetting family dynamics status quo
cause ducks never lined up in a row
aptitude to become sufficient unto myself quite slow
which found singular son (before marriage)
unable (NOT unwilling to work though
preference against shoveling sh*t
created toward mom and dad
(both apologetic before their deaths)
yet while livingsocial
triggered no end of woe.
Dissect is a no-nonsense word, meaning to cut up, to cut open, to examine in detail. My first recalled encounter with dissecting took place in my high school biology class where we dissected a frog. That was more than 50 years ago, and I suspect that frog dissecting is no longer allowed. But a reexamination( a dissecting) of The Declaration of Independence is providing me an even greater appreciation for the determination of our forefathers to be liberated and free at all cost.
Were I to fully dissect the Declaration of Independence there would be multiple parts of the examination. I will, therefore, be brief in exploring a few noteworthy aspects of the declaration.
In as much as their belief in equality was limited and selective, let it suffice to say that 'equality beliefs' was a work in progress. But there can be no denial, history revisionists notwithstanding, that they were firm in their beliefs about Truth, Creator, Supreme Judge, God-Entitlements, and Divine Endowments.
243 years ago, thirteen colonies represented by 54 men declared their independence from Great Britain, the most powerful nation on earth. They had very little military power but were energized with purpose and unity. Clearly, the weapons of their warfare were not carnal but mighty through God. They were neither fearless nor fools but very courageous.
They had no illusions of grandeur nor delusions of haloes, but their cause was just, their pursuit was righteous, and their reliance and dependency were upon The Supreme Judge of the world. With a trusting heart full of steam, never impeded by things they did not comprehend, impelled by a cause,
and pushing forward full speed ahead, they were 'all in'. There was no doubt about their commitment as expressed in their own words in the last sentence, "And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor".
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the crystallised handkerchief
of one’s span of life
your handloom-bird brings with its lips
some musical notation of the nimbus
holding that waves within the heart
how much growth does occur
to the sandal-line of a man
or
it does
fall
the blades of grasses are known well
to be vegetarian
the eyes of the reindeer
have cent per cent smelling of fish
then what translation would you suggest
for the fingers of wild titlark
the shirt
they have put on the body of this night-stone
what best word-meaning does match it
but land-lotus
2.
i’ve re-constructed
all the trees and plants
with
the dry straws grass twigs collectively
fetched by beak
and the monsoon
as well
the full-brim of vodka
is deep in the palms
in that moonlight
a sleeping-tablet
does take a dip-swimming
within her enfolding
there may be the whole works of rabindranath
from the breathing of cd-player
spreads around
the sound of horse’s hoof
there is the bed-sheet of dusts
on the anger
kept bound within the cover of rexin
it’s true
our vineyards are still
prone to stones
then it does not seem
that the boiled moon sets
into the tea-cup
3
in your songs
still lies
immense green
the bed-room is too
very bright
the walnuts
walking along the path
that touches the rain-shore
make me think likely
on a sunday
kept in an envelop
when the bedcover of the early morning
speaks frankly
what’s in its mind
to the soap-water
the ears of the horse
in the wall-calendar
look very crazy
i can remember
one day
the sun-boats would tear their wrappers
their whisper would want to discover
the inclinations and thoughts of the creepers and herbs
possessed by the lady-volunteers
their yawing would notice
so many unused handlooms
taking a run-away on the clouds
now
would the cat under the beautiful jersey
finally think of waking up
then i’ll go
to deposit the clever apples
along with
all the triangles accompanying it
to the nearest cold-storage
Hey Mitch McConnell...
about all this talk (I hear) about indefatigable (Phila/ Philly-buster)
Police sirens wail doth punctuate the air
ear splitting soundclouds blare
another typical arrest
(guilty until proven innocent if ever)
so much for Black Lives matter protests
biased accusations didst plainly reveal
how strong arm off the law doth err
injustice against persons of color ain't fair
discrimination toward mine brethren insnare
prejudice against skin color
finds white supremacists to jeer
I don't blame Senate Minority Leader,
yet his clout asserted
courtesy gesticulating midair
helping to legislate
(outside his Kentucky bailiwick)
against racial profiling nightmare.
I live far from city of brotherly love,
a peacemonger at heart else known as a dove
yours truly ofttimes seeks succor
tilting head above.
Nevertheless (meaning no matter
yours truly lives safe distance from
where citizens take up arms
showing themselves mad as a hatter)
humility devoid of white privilege,
one country bumpkin does flatter
himself versus those donning haughtiness
trumpeting arrogance, bombasity, conceit...,
qua egotistical chatter.
Such nonstop ceaseless bluster
characterizing prolonged speech
never employed courtesy
General George Armstrong Custer
unbeknownst to above named Civil War fighter,
nary non violent stonewalling tactics,
he did not muster
namely delaying antics named filibuster
from Dutch word meaning "pirate"
became popular in the 1850s.
As an aside,
the Battle of the Little Bighorn
in Montana a fiasco
for said United States Army officer,
(a cavalry commander
in American Civil War
and American Indian Wars)
decimated his 7th cavalry regiment
against a band of Lakota Sioux
and Cheyenne warriors.
Native Americans got bum rap
essentially their tribes encountered deadly zap,
no matter mass slaughter, née genocide
occurred (figuratively) fast as fingers snap
essentially life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness abrogated
forever caught in cross hairs of bigotry trap.
Gone I am..sure as the sea rolls over the bones of the deep
Gone is Tikvah, gone is hope, gone as so many Jewish brides
from history in the guises placed upon them by gentiles.
All who chose to remember at all, name me Typkia Friedberg..
Ah but, Hershel, my dear, was merely from the town of Friedberg.
Third class we were, entertainers not what either parents
had wanted for their kinderlekhs, there darling children.
When the warning horns sounded, we were entertaining the others.
Hershel with the wee piano on his back, and I
dancing and playing around him in a whirl of skirts.
The room was packed, the clink of beer mugs and laughter
All stilled slowly in disbelief as a clarion call of horn filled the room.
Eyes moments before full of life now haunted the space,
knowing not the way upward, out of the hidey-hole nest of the lower decks.
As the crowd surged from the room, hopelessly, we retreated
hand in hand yet we were torn apart.
Hershel fell and the crowds surged over him, crushing him piano and all
to the carpeted floor of the hall, mere steps from the stairwell.
He screamed for me to run. Eyes, hands, feet, knees elbows
no hope, no hope at all of any movement but upward with the throng.
Up one level I made it, clothes in tatters, scratched and bleeding
and then I too fell, under the boot heels of passengers.
I do not rest beside my Hershel, yet with my last breath, I cried
“Mother, mother you will never met him now.”
My dear, my heart, for before the Titanic ever sunk, we died.
*It has been said there was a newly married couple
the woman called Typkia Friedberg aboard the Titanic
but her name does not appear nor her husbands in the records.
Survivors spoke of the couple and the woman family from Chicago.
I do not believe the names are correct for Typkia is not a name
not a Jewish name but a word meaning journal, diary and Freidberg
is the town where the pianos for the Titanic were made.
Tikvah is a Jewish woman's name and means Hope.
Hershel means deer.
Overflow of the waters of Lake Itaska
You carry your wealth to the waiting world,
Mighty Mississippi, half savior, half sewer,
Plant and animal wastes, dissolved minerals,
Venting prairie deluge, dividing a Nation,
Exposed aquifer of Great Plains, home of Buffalo ghosts,
And their equally threatened ancestor, the prairie dog.
Standing at your mouth I can wade your depths,
Even jump your width in places,
Though it is more difficult than the boy imagined,
And the winter's overgrowth problematic.
Your lightning like flash across the land (1)
Has haunted my dreams the whole of my life
And pulled at my soul like the moan of distant trains.
Now I am here at last, my dream becoming liquid,
Wooden oars, tent, canoe and provisions waiting,
Dr. Peppers stored in a sturdy ice chest.
I am more than ready to see the world through your eyes,
And to meet the sea as well in your company (if fate allows.)
My wife a novice and myself not much more,
We launch ourselves, glissando (2) toward New Orlean.
Brian Johnston
Sept. 19, 2014
Poet's Notes:
Everything in this poem is true as I can best remember. I was 28 at the time and my wife Kathy was 24 so it has been a few years ago that we did this. The eight chapters so far are not the end of this poem. I have at least 3 more chapters planned, one on portaging around dams, one on going through locks (beginning in Minneapolis-St. Paul) , one on leaving the river after traveling over 1,000 miles in 7.5 weeks, and then a final clean up including lessons learned and post trip consequences.
(1) 'lightning like flash' - I was imagining here how much the path taken by the Mississippi across the land actually resembles a lightning bolt's flash across the sky to earth.
(2) glissando - A musical word meaning a gradual sliding (transition) in tone from one note to the next note on the musical scale.
Every story has a plot, has some turning points, some twists, some turns and some interesting differences in points of view. This story is no exception from that norm. The only difference is that this is a play of shadows. Shadows of invisible strings and eventually those shadows are merging somewhere according to the wish of the coordinator, who is just another shadow acting behind the scene. Therefore, this is an endless story of shadows. Is it too complicated? I guess so.
For the easiness of perception, the shadows are in dire need of names. Do you have a unique name in your mind? I do not think so. Do you know why? I think so, as you are just a voice inside my head. I think so, as you are still an entry-level effort, trying to persuade and convince. I fancy Almighty did not categorize entry-level conscience, anywhere, never. Conscience 101…102, is it there?
For progression, I will keep my chattering ongoing. It is essential to living to the fullest extent, as we, all have only one life, one single precious life! But right now, I am mumbling with all my ability, and I need to pick up a shadow and name her a sweet name. What name should I give her? I have a knack to provide all girls a name, a friendly, unique name. Do you know what it is? The name is “Bela.” Now, do you know why? Yes, now, I see a nodding through my wrinkled white pages, the pages I am taking in my powerless palm and throwing in the trashcan. It is written for good, for all.
And, on this very moment, I changed my mind. I decided that it will not be a girl, it will be a boy. It will be one dashing, smart boy. Now, I am thinking about a name. And the only name I could think of is “Nemo,” A Latin word meaning “No one.”
I know, it serves the purpose. For the better, for all.
"Kismet is inevitable...in vain we attempt to shape our future" (By Poet)
Kismet brought two intense souls together,
two young buds, early in life,
Kismet separated the two kindred ecstatic spirits
sending to distant corners of the world,
for a huge void in time!
a breathtaking garden of Dahlias and Chrysanthemums,
a dreamy swing, a myriad of books to share and read,
tied them in a cherished bond,
engrossed with each other in breathless euphoria of youth,
they had the slightest clue,
What life was all about!
a yellow poncho, a few handmade dolls,
a dry parched garland - that’s all she left behind,
when one morning the magical garden was bare,
the blessed swing empty, he didn’t know
where the chirping birds disappeared!
the murmuring wind whooshed around,
but didn’t answer!
a glorious story of love and loss -
Kismet brought them back together,
her softest fragrance can never be lost,
love found its way back anew,
bloomed spreading its divine aroma,
who can hide the ravishing splendour,
of a never-lost passion,
emotions overflowing with adoration!
light shines bright from the untold promise,
trust, dreams of a life-long song,
echoing destiny without barriers,
eventual melting of two souls in one!
March 10, 2023
Theme: Kismet (Old Turkish word meaning "Fate, Destiny")
Inspired by Writing Challenge - "K" words Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Brian Strand Premier No. 1198 Poetry Contest
A birthday gift to me
courtesy thee youngest sister of mine
The special parcel
courtesy Amazon courier
hurriedly delivered softbound book before
yours truly could thank him/her cuz he/she
dropped off outside our apartment door,
upon opening the well sealed package
my lower jaw dropped to the floor,
when I beheld the unpronounceable title
dealing with Holocaust
never knowing heretofore
a specific name
(of those faceless millions)
destroyed in the concentration camp(s)
sufficiently suddenly, and subsequently
finding me immediately linkedin to Jámbor
(a Hungarian word meaning
'godly modest well-disposed,'
hence a nickname
for a humble and friendly person,
whose hitherto unknown existence
most likely exemplifying a storied life
possibly quintessentially resplendent
with riches gull lore
ideally whose company
gifted as some lucky person's nextdoor
neighbor, thus her
ITKA FRAJMAN ZYGMUNTOWICZ's spirit
(the subject of the book,
titled REMEMBER MY CHILD)
constitutes a paternal relative to boot
Itka's great grandfather was brother
to our great grandmother
so basically a third cousin relationship
inexorably pulled at mine heart strings
a must read detailing one story
that came to light postwar,
where embers of anti semitism
smolder jumpstarting, intimidating,
hinting, et cetera Nazi lionizing roar
which account detailing
aforementioned survivor of Hitler's
so called final solution
approximately four score
years ago, yet history
cannot and must not repeat itself
lest lovely bones and ghosts
of those mercilessly slaughtered
would cause a vehement uproar.