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Love As I Know It

My thoughts, they take me to the other side of the world

I can hear myself thinking, but I can’t understand a word

The sunrise, the clouds, the poems recited by the birds

The purity of the moment in which for a second

I am not living in reverse

The image is so vivid, yet the thought is still timid

Handle with care, or else you will kill it

Like a child nurture it and demolish its limits

Supply it with the means to expand, rather than just pivot

Hold it near to your soul, even if it harms you

Because you complete each other it is a part of you

You are its creator its father its mother

Its care giver, its brother its lover

Give it your all, even if just for a moment

But free it off your intellectual chains

For it is not your slave, you do not own it

Don’t burden it with your pains

Or you will keep its potential dormant

Allow it to bloom and take

In the eternal puzzle its place

Rather than being an immature abandoned fomenting opponent

For it will not rise without you, it knows everything about you

It will surely be your exponent


I do not understand love they claim

I do not see its beauty; they make me out to be insane

The secret is that I do know, and within the feelings do flow

But love is of different forms, it is the kind between humans that to I do not seem to relate

But undoubtedly I am well aware of its nature

I have deep love for the Lord and his creations

I have deep love for a thought and its implications

Love is what drives me it is my source of ambition

So do not try and put aside me and my explanation

Your love is a kind

Blemished with lust and jealousy but may one day be divine

But you see mine

It is innocent from the second it is born and it is immortal

And it will outpace space and time

It shines majestic and bright

Untouchable like the most intense of lights


I felt it before you, so do not tell me about love

I just refuse to taint it with a physical beings touch





A Tribute To The Oppressed

Days come and go
And we don’t know
What has become of our hearts
They are freezing cold
A result of accepting
Horrendous ideas to be norms
Ties have been torn
babies have been born
Into an evil world they can’t escape
Some will get raped
Some will die before they learn how to walk
In monstrous raids
Don’t fool yourself its all our fault
We’ve looked the other way
For too long
Until one of us experiences the pain
That you feel when you lose a loved one
Doves fly dust clears your eyes see whats up there
The bleeding sight behind a beautiful sunset
Then you raise your voice like you’ve never before
And you scream its right there why haven’t I seen it before
Its quite deceiving
When your hearts been veiled
This image your seeing its merely a dream in
The matrix you’ve worked so hard to believe in
Its like a spell has been cast to make you think
That you are what you achieve in
This material world
Your money
Is not what your worth
The People of Africa and Palestine are your worth
Pray for them first
For the men, women, boys, and the girls
Leading lives, you’d consider to be cursed
Because you don’t see that everything’s a blessing
From the cars and the houses to Israeli oppression
only some merely serve a worldly aim
While others unlock the gates
And lead you straight into heaven
I pray for my family in the Gaza strip
We may not have blood between us
But humanity is our link
I pray for every orphanage
Fully packed with innocent lonely kids
I pray for every soul ever to be oppressed
I pray for those undergoing the hardest of tests
Allah knows best, we are all guests
Temporarily passing by in this life
But tell that to an African child
Unaware of himself beyond the agony described
To be like knives taking at your tummy from the inside
I hope I never feel it
Because the bottom line is I terribly fear it
But I know that if I don’t I probably will never get that insight
That you can’t find in the books, science and websites
The kind that comes from the light The wisdom threading from the knowledge of the divine
But i’m a coward i’ll be honest with you
I hope one day I grow out of it though
because what I fear most is to die a fool


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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