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Nassira Merahi Poem
The maze of life
Rocked by the waves of emotions and reality,
I follow the rhythm far from conformity.
The cry of my soul overwhelmed by sorrow,
Praying for the hope of a better tomorrow.
The journey of life and its sharp end corners,
So often ignored are the foresight warners.
Who, with the wisdom gracefully acquired,
Guide the ones that the One inspired.
Some paths are wide…. some are narrow,
In some… are set up traps in a row.
Resembling a maze fit with diversity,
Crossing paths with beings indulged in adversity.
The meaning of love is a foreign dream,
The test of kindness has drowned in a stream.
As for the humble notion of genuine care?
Its essence foolishly outstripped … bare.
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2009
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Sometimes I think that it has been so long since your departure
I actually lived more years without you than with you
Even though I had to accept the unspeakable pain I went through
I ventured into stages of life and had since mature.
Ummi words will not be enough to tell you how much I miss you
I remember your sweet smell forever in me imprinted
The cuddles of your arms where I felt protected
Your beautiful smile brightening my horizon renews.
I was not finish loving you ummi!
As I grew up more and more, learning to know you
I felt getting closer and closer … step by step … I had walked a few
I wanted to become your closest ally so you could rely on me.
I wanted to protect, help and take care of you one day
As you had spent so much of your time caring for me and my siblings
Your only girl I was and connected to you even in my dreams
I was going to be there for you… undertaking your relay.
My tears are still flowing for you from my broken heart ummi
As you left suddenly, a tear ingrained in my soul
I cannot resolve the unfinished puzzle
As if that fateful day, you had left with a piece of me.
I will forever love you …you’re the sweetest ummi
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008
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H onoring the Creator of my soul by submitting
I mmersing myself into His worship with devotion
J ustly treating His creation, caring, respecting
A doring Him unconditionally, with great passion
Braving against all prejudices, knowing He is the only one protecting
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008
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I have awakened myself rather consciously,
Like a rush or a cry of spirituality…
The focus in my mind set aimlessly…
We need a proposition of morality.
Barely even touched by the decadence,
Striking generations lost in a trance
Fabricated dreams packaged in abundance
Aware yet… unmoved by aberrance!
Immoral behavior launched in a trend,
Infecting the core of our society.
Multifaceted demons to such extend…
The downfall and sprain of our piety.
Pretending to oblige to humans pleasures,
Imposing one’s sight with waves of toxicity.
Showing off its pride without any measures,
Falsifying in style … in full complicity.
Covering up the heart so its eyes can’t see…
Rendering it so numb by anesthesia.
Closing up the channels conducting to Thee…
Deliberately injecting doses of “amnesia”!
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008
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Nassira Merahi Poem
I blow through your hair,
My essence is air
I travel along
Thousand miles strong.
Shifting through the woods,
And trapped in the hoods
I whirl and whisk
Sometimes I frisk.
Brutal or gentle,
Often temperamental
I move and remove
Don’t need you to approve.
My only reason
To follow the season
Exercising my freedom
At random.
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008
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Let your mind flow as free as the river grows!
When the leaves appear again on the trees,
And delicious scented flowers under the sun glow,
You will see the rhythm from the hive as the bees,
Get all in frenzy as winter disappears.
Did you ever wonder how it is all connected,
Were you ever amazed at the beauty of nature,
It is all by Allah (God) and His mercy projected,
And for us to embrace His Majestic Splendor,
By His Grace He gives us signs on which to ponder.
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008
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How could I forget?
Who am I not to remember?
As the little boy marched on with a gecko as pet,
Determined to let it go, by mid-September,
He took it away from the ornamental cage,
Covered it with a colorful piece of Chinese satin.
He started climbing up the mountain, covered with sage.
Gecko, to him, has always been a pet so special.
As day time vanished and dusk settled,
Little boy marched on, the journey half conquered,
Never has he felt that his time was wasted,
Gecko was worth all these hours being accumulated.
Once he had reached the enchanted place,
Right there amongst the tulips and lilies,
Under the watchful eyes of space,
With the moon and stars as accessories.
“There you go gecko”! “Here you won’t feel in abandon!”
Little boy glanced at his friend with tears in his eyes.
“I won’t forget you as long as my name is Brandon!”
He hugged his gecko tightly, and whispered farewell under the skies.
…… But the night was falling and Brandon had to leave…
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008
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Far … far away on the desert land
Where life is fragile
Horizon filled with sand
The nature left for a while
Nothing seems to expand
Its regional flora longing to be watered
How long would it wait in constant dryness
Patiently enduring, firmly ingrained
Surviving the heat in deep faithfulness…
Until the raindrops kissed the earth and whisperedr
Embracing its blessings with full intensity
Slowly stretching after the ordeal
All colors and sounds in perpetual beauty
It is life chanting, its vibration I feel
Resounding all around bringing unity
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008
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No one in our century… or the last crossed his path,
But so many people misjudge his character
In his 23 years mission, he had caught the ignorance’s wrath
They would not believe that he was the appointer.
The mystery of his life, started as an orphan,
The sadness of the loss at such a tender age
Fortunately his uncle, patriarch of the clan,
Raised up the little boy, full of love and courage
It was not before long until fate stroke again,
His beloved uncle passed away suddenly
Leaving behind him, his nephew and his pain,
The one that he had loved unconditionally.
The little boy grew up to become so special,
His illiteracy did not prevent his gifts
He did not renounce hope after all his trials,
The kindness of his heart satisfied his uplift.
His trusting character, soon earned him to be called
“The trusting one!” Which was one of his names.
So many pure qualities, he was then entitled,
And chosen as a man of justice ascertain.
After maturity at the age of forty,
Clearly descended upon him the signs of his mission.
Like so many prophets of vision and clarity
He accepted his fate with a full submission.
He had all qualities that it would require,
To fully understand what it was all about.
Well aware of the ones who would soon conspire,
Against him like they did to the pious and devout.
The prophet of men believed in God’s power,
To never abandon the ones He had chosen.
To spread the message of His Might and answer
All the cries and sorrow of His creation of men.
As injustice continues in our days and age,
Without even knowing half of what has been said,
Ignorance is a plague, the hearts it would ravage,
Blind to comprehension of the noble mission …
Of prophet Mohamed!
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2008
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The trembling hands
“Did you do what I asked you to do”?
She releases a sigh that comes from deeply within….
The tasks and burden are mounting… no time to breathe…. no time to think.
She feels as if her life has been taken over selfishly!
All that remains of her, are the lovely memories of her family.
All seems to have become in a hurry.
No time to reflect, none to ponder on more meaningful thoughts,
Unless she somehow “steals” a moment of peace and calm…
Which, happens once in a while… when she is at the edge…
When she feels that she is pushed to the boiling stage.
No matter what she does or how hard she tries,
While sitting comfortably on the couch, watching TV,
He barely acknowledges how overwhelmed she looks,
Not even noticing that her hands are trembling,
That may be it would be sensible to treat her kindly and help instead of blaming…
Or even a “Thank you!” or a smile ? would warm up her heart,
The warm heart that she is finding hard to keep warm.
Far away from the source of happiness and light,
She is holding tight on the rope of hope and faith,
Smiling to herself in the mirror, to get a sense of love and care.
Copyright © Nassira Merahi | Year Posted 2009
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