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Quest for Meaning

Why do I say I know?

What flows under the bridge

If I live in the skies

And lie on top of the pyramid

If I am extrinsic and can’t fully accept

The emotions I feel but hide under intellect

Why do I accuse my faith of setting the boundaries?

When I do not fully understand the works of art around me

Why did God create beauty if it is to perish?

Why did men of religion hide it behind Satan and oppress it?

Who am I to question the scholarly and their knowledge?

But I wonder if even they understood the world from Allah’s perspective

Is it that I fool myself because of undeclared intentions?

Is the devil himself guiding my hand as I finish every sentence?

I wonder if there is a way to unravel the mystery

Am I courageous enough to descend to earth and defy history?

You see I live in the skies and limitless as they may be

From the mother we were made and to it we return that is our destiny

For we are a tassel and we are tied to our roots in the dirt

And as tall as we grow and flourish

Cut our roots and we will perish

And fall from the skies and be buried in the earth

I would love nothing more than to tell the story of my visit

To the promise land and the knowledge I were to elicit

But I am not worthy of such honors

For ignorance is my mannerism

I only recently developed curiosity

Kept a slave of elitism

We are the descendants of saints

 Martyrs who deserve endless elegies

Because they learnt more than they were taught

Analyzed every detail with admirable persnickety

For even the smallest of creatures could have the most potent effect

And if it wasn’t for those so keen to see the unseen

Disease would still be curses cast by enemy sects



Open Up


Verse 1

Since the very first second that I woke up
from this illusion called life I got focused
on finding the story behind my existence
surely not a sheep man got fixed up
and lost in the tragedies
lived a few my self not seen on the TV
So when a brother dies anywhere around the world I get the feeling it could have been me
I cant just sit back and enjoy the ride
coz its a slow and painful road to my demise
we were all one man once so why change that
unity is in the soul not our race blood
Face in the mirror I see a million spirits behind me saying scream our names and free us
I lie to my self and say there’s a movement rising
when most of us are still ignoring the cries
I wonder how they could be so blind
its right there every night
in my dreams except there not nightmares they are  reality
Not my imagination this is a burning nation and the flames are in the hands of the people intoxicated by the drinks they accepted from Satan
The blood of there brothers in those glasses
yes Masons want unity but the kind that’s fascist
In other words they want to rule you all
make everyone American but they call you all
the workers the slaves coz they got in you in chains
but you got the keys buried deep in your brains
I may be a nut I may be insane
but at least I know I won’t die in shame
coz I realized my aim

Verse 2

Some of us base their whole life
on lies they were told and then prioritize
as if they’re living forever man we’re all gonna die
see life flies
But the after stays forever we will remain where ever we place ourselves my brother
Forget about someone saving us
lets grab them by the necks coz the saviors us
there may come a messiah or a leader
but what can he achieve without the people
If we don’t clean and purify our minds
there will never be a Mahdi and Jesus Christ
Earth will become our own hell
until the Armageddon comes and the world ends
Then we can spend eternity in jehanam we reap what we sow so don’t be common
be different
Travel opposite to the flock don’t worry your not wrong many great men were mocked but at least there minds were not locked
see Socrates was called a schizophrenic
coz the rulers knew his words would spread like epidemic
Muhammad was called a pedophile
those that hate are forgotten while heroes beat the trials
See me smile coz I know my name will be remembered
even if by just a few I’m not self centered
but I want the people to know I do this  for them                                                                                    every word I write inspired from the spiritual realm

I believe that we are a unit one
and that will never change even after a million suns
See the days go by and we aspire to change our lives and if we do great just don’t live a lie
be yourself

Thoughts of a child from nowhere

As blood sheds and martyrs
Fall the brawl gets harder
A child with no mother
I have died inside
My pride declined
My mind hides the truth
Tears have dried
So my cries are like my laughter
I keep thinking of the hereafter
Tell myself it’s near a few more days and i’ll meet the crafter
They tell us life’s a gift, I feel like Ive been robbed off
A child with nothing to live, for but to be stomped on
Where is my fair share
When I don’t dare look at the sky
Or breath fresh air
Coz I’m aware
That I cant bare to see the bullet that will tear 
My flesh even though I hope it comes
Because I’m starving in the slums
And I’ll die anyway but I don’t mind 
I hear grownups always say
Its a better life
Lost my mom at a young age
War got hard so we starved for days so my dad went away
To find us food he promised he will come back
But how’s a promise gonna be honest when we dont know how long a life we have
He looked at me said son make me proud
If they come don’t you cry don’t you shout
Frown at their faces
No common ground
Gave me a gun said never shoot
unless they aim
and they’re bound to
protect your sister and your gran
I know you don’t really understand me
But from now on your the man
of the house
Hold Salat everyday keep going to the mosque
Coz Allah will see you pray and will increase your good deeds alot
I did as he said, got a job making bread
I was young but  always knew my parents were both dead
My life’s a drama so they said I dodge bullets so they dont hit my head

But whats the point i guess its just an old reflex 

Coz i know what my lifes worth
a bomb or raid or bullet or a mine hiding in the earth
and when I die like my family no one will remember me
I’ll probably be a number no one will ever acknowledge me
I wonder sometimes
How the children grow up in other places
How they have running water
And what puts a smiles on their faces
How they play, whats a mother like
Does she care when her childs in pain
They say no one knows you better then your mom
I like to think she looks down at me from heaven when she can
I wonder what its like to have friends and go to school
Have a pet maybe a backyard and a pool
Now look at me imagination’s making me a fool
My dreams take me places as I walk back home
And at the back of my head I’m ready to see a pile of stones
Where my house was my sis and gran blown to dust to fly of with the wind

i cant help it but that tear trickles and falls down of my chin
But to be honest it might be better for everyone
We eat left over bread but we’re thankful for every crumb
I wonder what it feels like to not want to eat
To have energy to work, not to feel that pain in my belly before i fall asleep

It hurts me to acknowledge the black thoughts I have at night
Suffocate my sis and gran and hang myself beside the light
They say there’s 300 million Arabs in the Middle East and north Africa
I don’t know a lot of maths but I think if half of them came they could end all the massacres
A sheikh in the mosque once said that human beings are all brothers
But my siblings died because they stood firm with one another
So how are those that never moved and never proved to care
My brothers in humanity or deen when they leave us to die in despair
I ask myself who am I where am I why am I who I am
I find no answers I’m a lost soul that’s damned
No one knows my name I cant even remember it
We all look the same an uncanny resemblance
Those that come from abroad call me Ebnel Balad
My gran calls me habibe my boss calls me ya walad
Omar Muhammad Ali what difference does it make?
They wont ask for my Id when they come to take
my life and you know what I wont ask them for mercy

Because how ever it goes that will always be the ending to my story

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