23:09

Regrets in Silence



Hammer banging nails on the wall,
Words of wisdom listing the wanted,
A reward for whoever finds peace,
Another culprit is stuck on the wall,
This time his name is even longer,
There is even a description attached,
“Dead or Alive” swarming the city,
Guilty murderous chaotic outcasts,
Villagers closing doors and windows,
Mothers hushing their crying child,
Fathers putting the candles out,
Law-abiding citizens turned evil?
A new mayor has been elected,
The law is once again enforced,
And each one has been jailed,
Questioned for their reasons,
Even if beyond comprehension,
'Tell me why on earth did you do it?'
'Did you have a terrible childhood?'
'Were you tortured or forced into it?'
'Were you depressed or mentally ill?'
Copious excuses were created,
For the purpose of being pardoned,
Yet this particular peculiar person,
Who kept staring cluelessly at the sky,
His eyes indicating all hope is lost,
And his mouth was ever so silent,
Even the greatest detectives alive,
Or even the fictitious Mr Holmes,
Can never deduce a thing or two,
About holes in his atrophied heart.


Thursday, 27th of March 2014

23:08

Praise to the One



All praise is due to Allah, Lord of the Worlds,
Other than whom there is no deity, the Ever-Living, the Sustainer of existence,
Other than whom there is no deity, the Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful,
Other than whom there is no deity, the Most High, the Most Great,
Other than whom there is no deity, the Knower of the unseen and the witnessed,
Who in whose hand is dominion, and He is over all things competent,
Who in whose hand is goodness, and He is over all things competent,
To Him is due all praise throughout the heavens,
And to Him is due all praise throughout the earth,
And to Him is due all praise what is between them,
And to Him is due all praise in every era,
And to Him is due all praise in every tongue,
And to Him is due all praise in every time and second,
He is praised by what is in the heavens and what is on the earth and what is between them and what is under the soil,
Those who carry the Throne and those around it exalt with praise of their Lord,
And there is not a thing except that it exalts by His praise but you do not understand their way of exalting,
And so to Him is due all praise for creating his creation,
And to Him is due all praise for arranging the matter of His creation,
And to Him is due all praise for what He taught, for what He gave, for what He blessed,
To Him is due all praise for His favours upon us,
To Him is due all praise in every situation,
And we seek refuge with Allah from the situation of the people of Hell,
He is the First, thus no one is before Him,
He is the Last, thus no one is after Him,
He is the Outer, thus no one is above Him,
He is the Inner, thus no one is below Him,
He who established above His Throne,
He who contained around His dominion,
He knows whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth,
And whatever is between them, and whatever is under the earth,
He knows what is in us and we do not know what it is in Him and He is the Knower of the unseen,
He is most knowing of you when He produced you from the earth and when you were foetuses in the wombs of your mothers. So do not claim yourselves to be pure; He is most knowing of who fears Him,
It is He who forms you in the wombs however He wills. There is no deity except Him, the Exalted in Might, the Wise,
Does He who created not know? He is the Subtle, the Acquainted,
And with Him are the keys of the unseen; none knows them except Him. And He knows what is on the land and in the sea. Not a leaf falls but that He knows it. And no grain is there within the darknesses of the earth and no moist or dry thing but that it is written in a clear record,
He has encompassed all things in mercy, knowledge, favour, and generosity,
Lord of everything and sovereign,
In His hand is the realm of all things and to Him we return and to Him is our final destination,
And so to Him is due all praise and all thanks and all of the best compliments.



Wednesday, 26th of March 2014

22:23

Heroes of the Past



Our ancient heroes are long dead but still remembered,
They carved history by showing us what real men are,
And thus we want to create them into a fierce friend,
But soon -so soon I can’t- with others being replaced,
Maggots squirm at rotten meats amid notes of dinar,
In front of the devout true words spoken to pretend,
While Time has exposed them the colours of despair,
Abyss for homes and in darkness they forever stare,
The mirage destroyed their pathetic souls beyond repair.

First and foremost our amazing messenger Mohammad,
      Lord of the lords showing him heavy powerful Word,
      Sacrificing everything for the sake of Allah’s religion,
      Against his uncles, his tribe, his people, and his town,
      Leaving everything behind migrating to AlMadeenah,
      His words and actions are incomparable to any man,
      He was sent by Allah as a mercy to every living thing,
      If only “Mohammad”s today copied his pious being,
And acted on two things he left us: qur’an and sunnah.

Every companion and persons of the salaf appreciated
      That Abu Bakr comes second and then third is Omar,
      My love to them becomes more intense every day,
      For what I read in their biography: our true leaders,
      Spreading peace, justice and the true faith of Allah,
      I shall proudly name my children after them both,
      Such that they follow their footsteps in correcting
      Wrongful actions of the Muslims today worldwide,
To teach “Abu Bakr”s and “Omar”s today the true Islam.

Let me now speak to you all about Khaled bin AlWaleed,
How he became a hero his name resonating all Time,
No battle lost, all won, except death came in his bed,
Offering his life to spread justice, help those in need,
While “Khaled”s today live a life of deception, crime,
Sins weighing mountains, unjust and hate to spread,
I am not a Khaled but a Huthaifa roaring in his place,
Flying over clouds to find innocent souls to embrace,
His spirit gone but soon to be found somewhere in space.

It is the time for the heroic tales of Abdullah bin Yaseen,
A scholar understanding the Qur’an like those in past,
Sent to Mauritania and there he sacrificed all his life,
Two: Qur’an and Hadeeth nothing comes in between,
Six years of hard work few became many at long last,
They appreciated the essence of faith nullifying strife,
Islam is perfect, Islam is complete, it is forever peace,
Our “Abdulla”s today are tattooed hatred to release,
And “Yaseen”s are drug dealers euphoria to never cease.

Did you hear loud roars of Hamzah bin AbdelMottaleb?
Lion of Allah protecting the prophet against pagans,
If this did occur today then all shall be shaken silent,
And our people will definitely feel their ribs crushed,
As their minds flash crimes committed by their organs,
Thus, their grandchildren became wicked and violent,
Hamzah’s soul is sure alive with the Lord; contrast to
The souls of “Hamzah”s today living as filthy lost rats,
We mourn our heroes and to them we follow and bellow.


Tuesday, 10th of December 2013

09:45

For Friends in Sydney



Australia is really really far now that I think about it,
And Time today tasted different than few years back,
Walk on! Walk on and use a limb to grab a dream,
And speak to yourselves about a whole new world,
Where poverty’s grave is dug deep below Earth,
Where humans have time to share their wounds,
For some reason I cannot see it happening today,
Not when money engulfed the minds of geniuses,
Not when the oppressed were forever silenced,
And definitely not when people took a blind eye.

I do not know whether this should be emotional,
Or whether it should be about pain and conflict,
As I look at humanity should I be more optimistic?
I have made my first impression with you years ago,
It will be reinforced or changed with this poem,
And I might have not gone to places I should have,
And I might have gone to places I should not have,
But I hope you cherish the moments we did share,
Though in time, a day as ancient as today will arrive,
At our lives’ doorsteps and force its way through,
And if I ever see you once more after fifty years,
Then I might tell you one more thing about me!
For now, I preserved you in these poetic lines.


Thursday, 10th of October 2013

02:50

The Story That Meant Nothing Until

He grabbed me shaking badly,
She gazed down tears pouring,
Their daughter is somewhere,
But she may even be nowhere,
Hugging was never our norm,
I warmed his hands with mine,
As I left for the train to take me,
Destination is here and there,
Indefinite and maybe nowhere,
I am going to keep searching:
For the book that was her last,
For the writer who kept writing,
For the ashes of burnt letters,
This train will come to an end,
There is a reason why I stayed,
Not for the police nor the drunk,
But fate has shown my legs
A path full of magical miracles,
And here I am in front of you,
The clock-tower is behind us,
You can hear its lovely chime,
Yet, no one can hear your pain,
Dissolved in the vicious wind,
As your fingerprint is erased,
It is time for you to disappear,
Your story is clearly the best,
As it ended with infinite silence,
And that is how mine changed.


Monday, 23rd of September 2013

15:51

Do You Have a Gold Coin?

Is it from the human nature to cluster?
To form boundaries and flags as identity?
To house their offspring in epic suburbs?
To separate themselves from others?
Have I read a mistranslated dictionary?
Or has the meaning of 'human' changed?
What if we try to flip the coin to its tails?
Will we see another resemble of 'human'?
Or will we choose a word out of a thesaurus?
'Soul' and 'mortal' stated as a synonym?
Why have I understood it wrong then?
If mortality was part of this big equation,
Then should we not save lives instead?
Or has this coin betrayed what 'life' is?
Will this coin lead us to infinite power?
If so, then who or what everlasted?
What if this coin fell down the sewage?
What if a child picked it up and cleaned it?
Will this child be corrupted forever?
Or will this coin be cleansed from its past?
Or will another child kill him to grab it?
What are the reasons to invade a country?
What are the reasons to kill another soul?
If this child was raised to defend himself,
Then will the coin come to corrupt him?
And if his response was to deny its presence,
Then would the coin leave or annihilate?
The trick question is: "who has the coin?"


Wednesday, 4th of September 2013

12:06

End of Days



They think I forgot my history,
They think I forgot my future,
But they forgot I had a pen to write everything.

They were under eighty banners,
They were one million soldiers,
All ammunition swapped for swords and arrows.

I gave them a chance for peace,
I made promises – they rejected,
So I will emerge from the depths of this world.

I will fight with them a common foe,
I will fight against them for four days,
And the final result is the long awaiting victory.

This language is not mine to speak,
But its meaning is all what it is for,
And this is a reminder that my eternal life is near.


Saturday, 29th of June 2013