Word on the street

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

It's pitch black

I gotta get back

Because my kids really need to eat -

Damn, I can't move,

another day they got nothing to eat -

Please, I gotta get up on my feet,

find some food and a warm place with a heat,

can't let them sleep on the cold street -

The street that already took my baby away

when she could barely speak,

sneaking on the ground, out of thirst, in the creek,

desperately looking for some leftovers, freezing -

Yet she was just one soul of a lot

Nobody noticed my baby was shaking and sneezing -

'Cause they got deaf by the constant sound of gunshot -

Blinded by their desires, money rules the world -

I mean, what kinda world is this?

We keep screaming, yet we remain unheard -

Is it my voice that is too low?

Or am I being unconscious or just part of a big show?

Are they waiting for the number of dying babies and homeless orphans to grow?

Why does nobody hear my sorrow?

I'm lying flat in this darkness,

helpless, yet selfless,

but the world remains careless,

not a glimpse of fairness -

How can they eat more and share less -

Shameless - while there are lost souls out there, crying

'We gotta survive, come on, now keep trying',

and watch my baby dying...

 

It's ice cold

I can't take a hold

of my tremendously trembling body -

Mommy, Mommy,

I'm on my own, I got lost, why are you so far from me?

I couldn't stand it any longer

this daggering cold, this hard ground, the urge to finally eat - it got stronger

Mama I'm sorry, but I really needed to drink some of that water

I remember you told me 'It's dirty, don't drink it, I can't lose another daughter'

But it was either that or becoming a victim of slaughter,

I mean, it's already been said so often, but this world is so heartless

People obeying their drives like slaves, dead souls, eyes like empty holes, thoughtless -

While we're being buried under these overwhelming waves,

waves of diseases, bullets, under all this pain -

They said there are people in this world who actually succeed to sustain

themselves and their families without trouble,

who live in big warm houses, giving half, but gaining double?

Owning cars, computers, TV's, hoarding loads of cash -

They said, they even throw some food into the trash?

Mommy, Mommy, how can that be, they're lying, right?

I mean, how can they be so lavish, so selfish, while we're stuck in this fight?

I mean, they could easily put an end to this and bring us some light? Right?!

How can they take it any further? But Mommy, this is murder!

Dear outside world, please tell me these are nothing but tales,

Dear outside world, please ensure me, you're not busy with sales

as we're struggling to survive - God willing -

All this killing,

this blood spilling,

dying to finance someone else's future inheritance -Dear Mr. President - am I really worth less than your residence?

Is my life just equal to the light of a candle,
turned off in a simple blow;
am I just another easy throat to strangle?

Didn't I also bear dreams and hopes, didn't I deserve a scope,

to grow up and realize them in like other kids do?Didn't I at least deserve a puberty to go through?They say children are the world's future - sorry, I guess future is dead now and there won't be any,

'cause children, innocent children, keep dying daily, so many,

starving on the icy ground, dead bodies thrown into a hole -
And no - liking our Pictures on Facebook won't free my People!

I can see them passing by while I'm fainting, lying in this creek, full of dirt and mud,
breathing out life, slowly, losing it all in this creek of my own blood -

My limbs become heavy and I can't hear any more noises,
no worrying voices,

no more disturbing choices -

Mommy, be strong, as you have always been and don't you ever lose faith

And Mommy, don't worry, I love you, and now I'm in a better place.

...It's pitch black

I gotta get back

Because my kids really need to eat -

Damn, I can't move neither arm nor feet

Trying to wake up from this nightmare, eyes strugglin' to open,

nothing happens, totally numb, no more hope left -Life is passing before my eyes, pictures of laughter and cry,

memories over memories - all there is left are my good and my bad deeds -

Where am I going now?

Energy's decreasing, life is coming to an ending, but how?

I've witnessed death, yet I never thought about my own -

Did you ever ask yourself whether we're leaving this world completely alone?

There's no way back to even change a tiny detail, only 'pass' or 'fail' -

No more chances to help, share or care -

Destiny's books are closed

for eternity, gotta stand in now for what I've done -But I'm not scared

For it was me who cried for help and never got none -

It's rather you who should change the role

Since you as well are going to be thrown into this hole, all alone -

Egoistic, superficial, selfish - is that how you wanna leave this world?

Listen to the word on the street: Wake up and save your soul.

To my reflection

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Looking at you I can see myself
Right in front of me, staring at my other half
And I wonder whether I am being fooled or is this picture showing the truth and what about our thoughts?
Are they all the same, just like our outer appearance, or are they any different like our names
and what about our plans and our hopes and dreams and
all these questions, yet not a single answer to bother -
We don't speak, yet we know every single move of each other,
I know everything about you yet I do not know a thing,
I can see you, perceive you, through this thick glass in front of me,
but are you really real and am I really what I see?
And how you changed since the last time I looked at you
closely and all that I made you go through,
All that I wished for you finally became true
and I'm reminiscing about our past
How we longed for change, went astray, fell down, made mistakes
but found the way at last,
How seeing you changed me into what I am and how this changed you into what you are since you are my reflection,
My own self in the mirror with whom I share this nonverbal connection - 

I'm so sorry for what I made you go through and what I made myself look at,
how I used to share you with the whole wide world
At times it just makes me so upset
but times changed, I changed - we changed - and now I love to see how my self-respect hovered, 

I'm so proud to finally see you completely covered,
and just as we gave separation to gain elevation, 

how we finally submitted to God's revelation,

I hope I will, one day maybe,

do just as I am now staring at you,

I pray I can, one day hopefully,

do the same in Jannah -

Stare at you, enjoy the view
and just thankfully reminisce
about what we went through -
But until then I submit to my Lord and I praise Him day and night,
I thank Him for enabling me to observe this sight and for leading us out of the darkness onto His beautiful path of light,
For giving sense to my existence and for saving me from my sins,
as I walked dangerously close to the rim
and since you're my reflection I believe so do you,
'cause we're one of very few this precious present was given to,
so let us keep the mirror between us and let the silence remain,
Until the day when our hearts will finally retain
His words so deeply that we live according to His decree,
Until that day the shadow of His word will be the place where we'll always agree,
His face the only thing we long for to see -

Until that day let us work on ourself

With patience, obedience - let us make the best of our self
'Cause we need to exist with the same conception

 in order to exist together as each other's reflection,

So that we can ride together, 

 And fly together
and ان شاء الله we'll die together.

Feuer-werk

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Zünd' das Streichholz an, halt es ran, schau zu, was geschieht,

schau mit Bewunderung auf das Lichter- und Farbenspiel,

das in Funken beginnt und sich über den Himmel ausbreitet,

in tausend Farben und Formen über den Himmel ausweitet

und doch berührt es nichts, wo es sich doch verteilt in alle Seiten -

Welch ein Vergnügen für das Auge, dieser wunderschöne Anblick,

doch vom gesamten Spektakel empfängt das Ohr nur ein dumpfes 'Klick',

jedes Mal, wenn ein Feuerwerk beginnt und es unsere vollste Aufmerksamkeit für sich gewinnt,

ein dynamisches Kunstwerk, Farben auf einer endlosen Leinwand,

geführt vom Pinsel einer unsichtbaren Künstlerhand -

Und wenn dem Künstler die Farben auslaufen und alles über das Bild verläuft,

es an einigen Stellen leer bleibt, und sich an anderen die Farbe anhäuft,

und alles fließt ineinander oder läuft in sich zusammen,

werden aus den leuchtenden Funken lodernde Flammen

und aus dem wunderschönen Lichterspiel, das seine harmlosen Funken sprüht bis an den Rand

wird ein gefährlicher sengender Brand, 

und auch diesen verursachte diese eine unsichtbare Künstlerhand -

Die Hitze dehnt sich aus über den ganzen Raum,

das Atmen fällt schwer und frische Luft erreicht mich kaum,

ich spür' wie das Feuer sich einfach verbreitet,

das in Funken begann und sich nun über den Raum ausweitet,

alles berührt, denn es verteilt sich in alle Seiten -

Doch ich seh' kein Vergnügen und auch keinen wunderschönen Anblick,

aus dem dumpfen 'Klick' wurde ein ohrenbetäubendes Rauschen, das alles andere erstickt,

jedes Mal, wenn die Flamme auflodert und meine vollste Aufmerksamkeit für sich gewinnt,

ein tödliches Werk, ein Werk aus Feuer und Flammen und ich selbst bin die Leinwand,

geführt vom Pinsel dieser bekannten Hand -

Schau zu, wie du alles in Brand setzt mit deinen Worten und Taten,

wie du alles vernichtest und doch noch so viel erwartest,

wie du mich innerlich verbrennst und doch deine Fehler nicht erkennst,

mich in deinem Käfig gefangen hälst, meine Seele beschädigst und mein Leib,

bis von mir langsam aber sicher nichts mehr übrig bleibt -

Ya Allah, sei kein Zeuge meiner Undankbarkeit,

ich warte jeden Tag und jede Nacht auf Deine Gerechtigkeit,

von der ich weiß, sie wird kommen und mich befreien,

an dem Tag, an dem keine Seele die Lasten einer anderen trägt,
und das eigene Herz uns mit seiner bedingungslosen Ehrlichkeit verrät -
Und ich weiß, Du liebst die Standhaften, die Geduldigen, die, die auf Dich vertrauen,
die, die wissen, dass Du uns erlösen wirst und die auf dieses Versprechen bauen,
und dass es schlimmeres auf Erden gibt, keine Erschwernis ohne Erleichterung besteht,
mit der Drangsal die Beruhigung einher geht,

dass von keiner Seele etwas über das hinaus gefordert wird, was sie zu leisten vermag,

und dass er schon bald kommen wird, dieser gefürchtete Tag

und الحمد لله (Alhamdulillah), Du bist bei mir, egal wo ich bin und was ich tue,

und "Wahrlich, im Gedenken Allahs finden die Herzen Ruhe." (13:28)

Und wie das Feuerwerk am Himmel ist auch dieses Feuer-Werk fast tonlos,

sprühende Funken und lodernde Flammen überall, riesengroß,

doch alles, was du hörst, ist nicht einmal dieses dumpfe 'Klick',

und nur Der, der in die Herzen sehen kann, sieht auch diesen Anblick,

denn in Hoffnung auf die Abrechnung an dem einen Tag stecke ich alles ein,
ertrage es mit einem geduldigen Schweigen, fresse es in mich hinein, schließe alles in mir ein,
dein Feuer-Werk, das sich in mir drin abspielt, dieses schreckliche Brennen,

von dem nur Allah weiß und ich, ganz allein.

Terrorist

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم


"Long beard, white 'tunic' and a plaid shawl,
his wife walking behind him when they visit the mall -
She's silent, doesn't make a sound,
Both of their gazes kept stuck on the ground -
She's all covered up, can't even recognize the color of her hair,
And I just can't help but stare 
at her and at home she's probably being treated badly, how unfair -
I'm sure all he does is beat her,
His gaze obviously never meets her,
I mean, look at her, he only goes near her
But they don't hold hands,
they don't kiss, they don't hug and I'm sure they don't even understand
each other, a broken communication like a dictator and his country,
oppressed, silenced, harassed inside of his boundaries -
She's probably not even allowed to talk to others, let alone leaving the house,
these people just don't know how to treat a spouse -
I wonder whether they even know their neighbor's name?
Whether their kids are allowed to play any normal games 
or whether they have to keep calm the flame of their constantly angry dad,
'cause these people are inwardly bad,
I mean they're known for their violence and their primitvity,
their lack of reason and mind and their over-sensitivity -
Living a boring life without parties, alcohol, avoiding having fun,
Like a rageous pope and a criminal nun,
Living for their God and spreading violence like the rays of the sun -
He probably has some more wifes, maybe five, six or seven?
Like a king in his harem,
replacing the previous because she might've turned out barren -
I wonder: does she even take off that veil,
or does she still wear it in the shower, how can she be attractive to a male?
With her face without make-up so pale -
And since they are so medieval
I'm sure his job is something evil,
Or he doesn't even have a job nor does he care
About others in need so he absorbs welfare
I mean these people are all the same -
'Religion of peace' they claim
but 'terrorists' is what they will always remain"

Yeeees, thanks a lot - brothers & sisters, may I present:
an inside into the majority of our fellow men's heads -
How do I know, you ask? Well, then let me kindly explain,
that's your daily dose of hardcore cocaine
provided by the media who's forcing Muslims into this stereotyped frame,
intoxicating the nation, and now check out this fun fact:
These stereotypes didn't even exist about two decades back,
until then Islam was 'only' a religion out of many others,
but then some insanes turned up, killed in masses and blamed it on our brothers -
I don't have to retell the whole story, we already know,
it's just that all we have is our voices so we should not keep them low
and stop going with the flow and letting them think so
just because it's more comfortable to remain in the back, totally shy,
now to all Islamophobics: don't panic, I'm just encouraging to clarify,
since we don't need to justify, this religion is already fine
just the way it is, inside and outside -
it is these kind of people who need to justify themselves,
since it is their ignorance which effectively helps
to spread these horrible, inhuman images
and to support hating human beings due to their lineages
instead of judging after their personalities, stop stigmatizing after nationalities -
How can you offend a religion that teaches peace and humility?
This ignorance is a one-way-road to immedicable stupidity
and since I only wish good for humanity, I consider commenting my responsibility:

Why that beard and the white 'tunic'? Out of one single reason,
and he won't stop doing so, regardless of the season
and this plaid shawl he wears, what's that supposed to mean?
He's wearing it everyday, is it even clean?
Well, let me tell you, love is that reason for his way to dress,
love for his role model and for his brothers & sisters whose lives are a mess -
Wearing a beard and a 'tunic' because Muhammad did, peace be upon him,
the plaid shawl to remember his brothers & sisters living at the rim
of existence, some starving, some being tortured, some others shot,
this kufiya reminds him of masses of innocent people who rot
every day, every night, while we panic when getting a simple flu - 
can you even imagine what he has been through?
No, you can't, so stop pretending you could,
'cause asking is for free and the first thing you actually should -
You wonder why his gaze is stuck on the ground? It's simple:
He avoids other women since he wouldn't compare them to even one of her dimples,
his gaze is for his beloved wife only and for nobody else,
the only woman he would ever tell
how precious she is since she is the only one,
and by sticking his gaze on the floor he tells the world that there'll never be none
who could take her place and that pale face you asked?
It's because her beauty is a secret between her and her man,
the only man on earth who can
enjoy watching her in her full shining beauty -
She's not some random 'cutie' every guy can hook up with or flirt,
and to make this clear and protect his diamond he walks in front of her -
Did you know that she is the queen of her home?
That he would give her massages and fill the bathtub with foam
and that he wouldn't only do so one but every single day of the whole year
and that she doesn't have to feel any kind of fear 
since between them there is nothing but love and compassion,
thus she doesn't need any make-up or fashion,
'cause Muhammad (pbuh) taught us who's the best of men:
It's the one with the best character and out of them
it's the one who's the best to his lady, who does all he can
just to make her happy and now you might wonder why no one can see this love, I assume?
Because their tenderness is nobody's business and only belongs to their bedroom,
They don't exclaim their deepest, most intimate secrets out on the streets,
what would be the point to a diary that everyone can read?
Did you know 'Read!' was the first command of qur'anic revelation?
Did you know, Islam puts knowledge as a duty for every Muslim to gain elevation?

Did you know he has a degree in medicine and she got one in law,

did you know her memory is so well trained, she can remember most of the things she saw?

Did you know she can tell you a lot about literature like Goethe and Schiller?

Talking about welfare: did you know paying security tax is Islam's third pillar?

To care for the poor, the orphans, the widows and the old?

You might be surprised for these are things the media never told -

Did you know they would spend their free time by volunteering out of piety?

Because the prophet (pbuh) taught us to be useful to society

and did you know the Qur'an describes children as a lifelong bliss?

That Muhammad, peace be upon him, was the first one to kiss

his children and show them nothing but love in a society where little girls were buried?

Where their blood was shed like we do with fries and curry?

You wonder whether this man hurts them - did you know Islam makes loving humanity our burden?

Did you know due to abstaining from alcohol and party boosts Muslims are boosting with vitality?
Did you know Muslims are famous for practicing excellent hospitality?

And concerning their neighbors - their answer will be - I bet -
'They treat us like family, they are the nicest people we've ever met'
and guess what, I can tell you why they would do:
'Cause that's exactly what Islam teaches us to -
And this is only a tiny little part, did you know?
But they're trying to turn Islam into the world's foe
and I feel like nowadays it's almost forbidden
to speak or hear other than bad things about Islam, so I guess you didn't -
Now see what kind of a person Muhammad was - upon him be God's peace -
Teaching us to hate backbiting and to do good deeds without cease,
to try to always think good of people no matter how they are -
After almost 1500 years he still remained the star
to about 2 billion individuals worldwide and more are coming soon,
due to his deep wisdom, his unconditional love and his perfect rules,
due to teaching us to never judge a person until we haven't walked all his way in his shoes -

'Terrorists' is what we will always remain, you said?
Well, that's too bad, and it really makes me sad
to see how dull and senseless humanity became, it's a shame
and in fact the real terrorist is nobody but You,
for you terrorize your mind and soul with prejudices and media junk without actually having any clue,
with a heart full of hate and a derogative glance,
the perfect attitude to support racism and intolerance
but you keep blaming a  group of people who have nothing to do with what goes wrong in the world,
the limit between these two aspects became totally blurred
due to people like you who keep spreading these lies -
Just because some sheep went astray while all others went right,
because some stopped following their shepherd, does it automatically make all the sheep blind?

Abu Huraira reported: The Messenger of Allah, peace and blessings be upon him, said:

“You will not enter Paradise until you believe and you will not believe until you love each other. Shall I show you something that, if you did, you would love each other? Spread peace between yourselves.” 

(Sahih Muslim 54; Grade: Sahih (authentic) according to Imam Muslim)

Just a Sinner

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم 

I used to stray in the darkness,
but He sent me His ray -
I used to roam around, aimless,
but He showed me the way -
I used to feel cold,
but He gave me warmth -
I was so close to death,
now I'm a new born soul.

I used to be homeless,
but He gave me shelter -
I used to be hopeless,
but tomorrow's gonna be better.
I used to be numb, inwardly empty,
but He kindled the fire of faith inside me.

He fed my hunger with wisdom,
and quenched my thirst with knowledge,
He healed my wounds with belief
and recovered my weak body with hope.

I was a wasting squanderer,
but He gave me more -
I was a worldly wanderer,
but He invited me to enter His shore.

I longed for being a winner,
but I soared higher above -
I was just an overloaded sinner,
still Allah embraced me with His love.

Dec 20th 2012