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The Balad of al-Barzakh/the Poem of the Realm of Death:

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When it’s your time to demise, however you may despise…
…there is no turning-back, there is no such compromise…

…As it’s your time to go, your breathing getting fast and then slow…
…your Faith, all of a sudden, starts switching: between high & low…

…The Soul of the dearly-departing sways in the winds and that’s when the reality of Death begins…
…the Grim-Reaper, looking meaner than anything who have ever seen, is who ensures our ends…

…The Angel of Death is by no contest, the only Angel that we’ll be able to see & never live to describe…
…he will come for us all, both great & small, regardless to what religion, social-status, or ethnic-tribe…

…He takes whatever soul for the day, without any of our approval…
…his grasps more intense and painful than Brazilian hair-removal…

…He will take us all to that place, of not so quaint of a space…
…we’ll all be there for a time, not knowing when we’ll escape…

…And, when we finally get there: no time for rest and relaxation…
…we’ll be tested, and questioned, assessing our final destination…

…We will be asked the most important questions, anyone will ever be faced with, in their existence…
…they are: “Who is your Lord?”, “What is your Path?”, “Who is your Prophet?”, it is serious business…

…And, then, the rel trials begin: suffering the torment that’s only a sample of what is in the Life thereafter…
…but, there’s hope: answering the prior questions correctly and your experience will be that much better…

…So, in conclusion, do not live this Mundane-Life in a state of Illusion…
…or, you’ll meet your Lord in such a dishonored context of confusion…

This Life is but a temporary stay, every second that we live we’re closer to that Day…
…that moment of Resurrection, when we are set upon flat Earth, our deeds to weigh…

…We will have no one there to hold our hand: it’ll be each person all for themselves…
…we won’t be able to make this Day go away, no changing channels, no magic spells…

…Only the Mercy of Allah, Creator, Lord of all…
…either we fail and fall hard or win & stand tall…

…Only His own Divine-Clemency will come to our rescue…
…but, what has been done to earn His favor, by me and you?

Gareth Bryant/2014

Oh, Oppressed…don’t be Hopeless!!!

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The Oppressed-Peoples of the World have always been ignored… 
…from the Native-Americans and to the Australian-Aborigines…
 
…The Oppressor has used superiority to seize lands and horde… 
…the original inhabitants ridiculed for fighting their enemies…
 

…Everyone abandons them & the World has their eyes closed…
…just like what happened in Rwanda, no wants to be exposed…

 
…The international governmental bodies acting as power-proxies…
…used to favor some nations over others, in the interests of monies.

 
These atrocities stink of all of the blood-soaked concentration-camps of Nazi-Germany.
Ironically, years later, those who were nearly exterminated, do the same, no Humanity.
 
How can you possibly make claims to want Peace when you are waging the War?
It’s like pretending to be grateful for what you have when you’re greedy for more.
 
You want the entire World to see you as the Peacemakers… 
…but, in all reality, you are the merciless Heartbreakers…
 
…You are always very quick to play that victim-card…
…while you’re making the lives of the Oppressed hard…
 
…You bomb cities and villages, schools, and innocents…
…but, when you’re fired back upon, you call it insolence.
 
My People, from far away: don’t loose hope and don’t go astray…
…keep fighting, for the liberation, for you, Allah will make way…
 
…You must always keep remembering Allah in all you do…
…so that when your enemies come He grants victory to you.
 
Gareth Bryant/2014

The Day I saw the Angels move the Clouds:

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On a most sweltering day, my mind began to say, “When will this battering heat ever end?”…

…Now, don’t get me wrong: I love the Summer just as any other, but the heat was very intense…

As I endured the hot winds from the Sun, I wondered, “How will the weather break?”…
It had poured the day before, so it would be no big deal to rain another instance…

Just as I was on route to another destination, I saw & felt water from the heavens, yet no clouds spewing them.
I knew, without any shadow of a doubt, this Sun-Shower was a miracle from Allah: all Praise is due to Him.

Then, some time later, around 6 or 7, this dark-grayish glow began to encompass all that the eye can see.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: it switched from day to night: was this for real, or was it just me?

It became so deary & stark, so dense & dark, that one could only think a raging flood was soon on its way.
Yet, Allah, above all things, gave NYC a break and told His Angels to push these clouds off-course today.

It was like I could actually see the Angels’ wings, doing things I’ve never seen before.
The different directions these Storm-Clouds were diverted to left me amazed, shaken to my core.

The Thunder, the Lightning, my heart pulsing, my soul crying…
…not knowing whether I’d be drenched or struck, frightening…

…This storm from yonder west, couldn’t resist the power of the Angels…
…when told by Allah, His minions moved clouds in all types of angles…

…All seemed clear, until another storm cloud grouping appeared…
…this time the gray-hued front spread even wider across the Sky…

…I was baffled at another storm coming, after one had already passed…
…I had thought it was over: Allah had other plans and no one knew why…

…Then, just as these clouds covered the Sky, the Rain fiercely came…
…washing & wiping-out whole blocks: no one on the streets to remain…

…And, even though the whole night drenched, by a storm seen for miles…
…I will always remember the day in which I saw the Angels move the Clouds.

Gareth Bryant/2014

Paradise-Music:

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If I’m ever given the honor of entering the Paradise, the 1st thing that I’d do is make Sujud for 1Million years…
…with my face on the floor, ever grateful to my Lord, for protecting me from my greatest and most vivid fears…

…Safety from the torment of the Fire, whose torrents blaze flesh and bone, unbearable the feeling…
…flames roasting, striking, torturing, ripping, slicing, and splitting: it will keep your head spinning…

…The coolness of the winds of the mountainous valleys, in the most pleasurable bliss, within my abode in Heaven…
…keeps me humbled that I didn’t die as disobedient to Allah, and succumbed to the punishment that goes on 24/7…

…As I dry my eyes, from all the tears I’ve cried, over the countless sins that my Lord had forgave and also overlooked…
…I remembered we all stood, waiting for the Judgement, not knowing where we’d be, thinking my goose was cooked…

…But, then, He, Ar-Rahman/The Source of Eternal-Mercy, decided to grant such a pitiful guy like me some much needed courtesy…
…He reminded me of what good I’d done solely for Him, and that was enough to be recused from an infinity of such misery…

…I had the nerve to say, “Oh, my Lord!!! Not me…I’m so not worthy!!!”…there’s no way I can possibly enter your Garden without still being dirty…
…He responded to me, “Does thou dare doubt Our Clemency?!!!”…”How doth thou believe in Us, if thou doubt Our ability to purify thee?!!!”…

…At which time I begin to sigh, at my idiotic reply, to my Lord, so Sublime…
…how dare I doubt such merciful a God; was I insane, or drunk with wine…

…At any rate, even this insult, irate, He rebukes, then, substitutes, by having Angels upon Angels drag me to the Pool of the Prophet…
…Muhammad glares at me & smiles, as I’m to be dipped in al-Hawdh, to bleach my soul, from wretched acts from the Mundane’s fret…

…As I drown in this well of favor and repentance, I’m reminded of so many things that I refused to make penance…
…However, the Lord of Lords, Allah, let it all go, just for me, because of His love for my worship, which is limitless…

…So, as I’ve risen, from Heaven’s hallowed-ground, I can hear the Green-Birds, carrying the souls of Martyrs, such sweet sounds…
…I can also hear the wailing and sorrow of those down-under: not Australia but Hell: those who lived Life without morals or bounds…

…Even though my Prayers were mediocre, my Fasting incomplete, my Pilgrimage iffy, my character questionable…
…that still didn’t prevent me from entering the best place in existence: my Lord is above all things willing and able.

Gareth Bryant/2014

What are the Muslim-Men going to do?

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Burma…Bosnia…Gaza…China: all of the Believers devoured at the table-spread of the Oppressors.
Somalia…Egypt…Libya…Mali: Muslim-Rulers stand by as they rape our mothers and our daughters.

Hezbollah…Al-Qaeda…Boko Haram: funded by our corrupt governments, to terrorize and cause harm.
CNN…FoxNews…NewYorkPost: spread Islamophobia, like Mosquitoes spreading disease on a farm.

But, what do we do, aside from starring at reports from the News?
Do we give charity, raise awareness to these ever forgotten issues?

The answer is no: we just sit-back, relax, and wait for the next Jordans to come-out.
And, when we can’t get that new car from our parents, we wanna complain & pout.

But, the next time that you wanna be ungrateful…
…take a look at the Muslim-World, it’s unstable…

We have Women who cannot leave their homes, without being attacked…
…while the Scholars of these lands do nothing but argue about this & that…

…We have Kingdoms, Sheikhdoms, who help the Disbelievers strip their people of all of their freedom…
…And, their Puppet-Clerics tell the masses to “be patient”, that rebellion against tyranny is not Wisdom…

…We have proxy Republics, dumbed-down Democracies, which do nothing but perpetuate hypocrisy…
…The Petroleum, which springs from the ground in the lands of the Muslims, used to fuel the economy of Apathy…

And, what exactly are the Muslim-Men doing?
What are we here for and where are we going?

We’ll be the cause of our own destruction, lest we help those in need…
…we’ll be headed straight for the Fire of Hell, lest we finally take heed…

…We need to care for the welfare of the Other, treat every Woman like our Mother…
…view every Man, from every land, regardless of their complexions, as our Brother…

Only when we see all Human beings as equals, with Souls, will our goals be purified & realized…
…but, the Oppressor’s game of divide-and-conquer entices so many, who wish to live illusioned…

…Some People simply believe it’s really all about them…
…they listen to too many Rap-Songs that slogan “Win”…

But, if your fellow Man is at a loss, how much have you truly won?

Gareth Bryant/2014

Jihad is not a Bad-Word:

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Imma tell ya a story of what Jihad really is Folks: it’s not this dirty-word, that Islamophobic Birds chirp about in the Media…
…it’s something that starts from the individual, and works its way into the Public, to establish Divine-Justice, the Shari`ah…

…Each of us have plenty trials, flaws, and sins…
…but, we work hard turning our losses into wins…

…When we see deception in the Eyes, enticed by the Passion of the Flesh…
…it’s then, friends, that we rely upon Allah, to make us better than the rest…

…Everyday, I see that Girl, I just wanna make her my World…
…but, if I just sex her, she will be just another tainted Pearl…

…I must challenge my Soul, to place my Ego under water…
…press down, down, down, never let my standards falter…

…She looks at me, with all glee, and wants to kick it wit me…
…she wants to fulfill all my fantasies which aren’t my reality…

…She sees I’m striving, she wouldn’t pursue me directly…
…she says she wants to learn & she wants to attain Piety…

…But, I’m a Street-Dude and I know how this goes…
…she tries to whisper in my ear, “Nobody knows”…

But, that’s not true, the One who made me & you, surely sees what is prior & after what we do…
…You run a good-game, wit ya bad-self, I gotta fall back, you runnin’ wit Shaytan and his crew…

…When you undress, your picturesque frame keeps me in a state of disdain & I say “DAMN”…
…Now, how am I supposed to resist such a fine Woman, that I was created to love, as a Man…

…By putting my face on the floor, crying, yelling, till I collapse a Lung…
…Oh, my Lord, do not let me get caught-up, do not let me get sprung…

…You chose to make me Muslim for a reason, to withstand any season…
…to face any type of enemy, whether they be a Gang or a mighty Legion…

…But, the greatest fight, that we don’t view with insight, is with the enemy within…
…an-Nafs, the Ego, is a crafty fellow, who seems calm and mellow, but is poison…

…We boast that we can fight armies of thousands, when we cannot even turn away from that gaze…
…We claim that we “ready to die”, but is your scorecard of Life enough to protect you in the Grave…

…Please take heed: the desire for Wealth and Power, the want to have who you want, under the sheets in that midnight session…
…could very well be that which drowns your Soul, and drags it to the fiery Oceans of Hell, and no Lifeguard will take that mission…

…After which there will not be life-rafts, nor lifeboats, to bring you out, except by Allah’s Divine-Klout…
…but, who wants to go through that, wouldn’t it be better to just enter the Paradise, without account…

…We don’t think, because, we don’t know, we don’t know, because we don’t care…
…Now, unless you show concern & care, those who are like this will be in despair…

…We should want the best for the People, and also, better for ourselves…
…this involves subduing the Self, and removing all our internal carnal ills…

…So, this is Jihad, the struggle against our negative…
…Defeat is not an option, while Victory is imperative…

Gareth Bryant/2014

My Solace from Chaos!!!

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I’m constantly lambasted by hardship…
…as adversity strikes just like a whip…

…I’m completely lost in the Forests of trials & uncertainty…
…as the Wolves of deception just hunt after me tirelessly…

…I’m surrounded by Dessert, as my barren hopes & dreams, carried away from my reach, by the Winds of Providence…
…I came to know that all that I had yearned for, all that I wished for, were play and leisure, utter illusion and nonsense…

…As I look in search of that invisible Log-Cabin, to seek shelter in, during a violent Thunderstorm…
…Only then, had I realized the shield from torrential downpours were already, within me, all along…

…My inner-being, the core of my meaning…
…keeps me safe, from yelling & screaming…

…I know not which test of mine may really break me…
…or, whether or not Allah will choose to set me free…

However, I do know that, regardless of the harshest weather…
…my Lord won’t forget nor desert me, I’m completely secure…

…It’s hard to smile, when Life knocks all of ya teeth out…
…you feel you’re in the 12th-round & can’t win the bout…

…Yet, an important verbal signal, straight from the Soul & Mind…
…tells me what the Body can’t detect and the Heart can’t define…

…The messages says “Just don’t quit!!!”…”Fight on!!!”…
…the battle belongs to the Patient, as well as the Strong.

Gareth Bryant/2014

Imaginative-Reasoning:

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Imagine a Chessboard, without pieces…
…or, a Dissertation, without a Thesis.

What if the Homeo had no stasis…
…the World’s weather no phases?

Try to picture the Arctic-Circle, with no Ice-Caps…
…and, all of the Animals extinct, not coming back.

Let’s think of a Planet without compliance…
…filled with hypocrisy, apathy and violence.

Be warned, these are realities yet to come…
…because, we forfeited Humanity being one.

1-God, 1-Destiny, 1-Purpose, 1-Plan…
…securing the welfare of our fellow man.

Just picture a cold Heart, with no Chambers…
…or, living our entire lives with just strangers.

Try to see in ya mind, Hustlers, without a grind…
…or, the 1-Eyed King deceiving & ruling the blind.

Let’s pretend that Poverty is at an end…
…that People selflessly give and spend.

Wouldn’t it be beautiful that a Woman didn’t have to sell her body, in order to seek a Man’s love…
…or, that a Man honor a Woman in marriage, instead of wrapping her round his hand, like a glove?

What if all People looked beyond the skin-color of another…
…and, that we only saw others as our sisters & our brothers?

How great would it be, if we were all were free…
…all People safe from the ugly claws of tyranny?

If only every Man were granted his due from his labor, his daily-bread…
…and, that he not resort to robbing, or shooting someone, in the head.

What if Muhammad had never ventured into the Cave of Hira’…
…to receive Revelation which made living life so much clearer?

What if the Children of Israel never attempted to kill Jesus…
…what if he stayed long enough for his miracles to reach us?

What if David didn’t have the courage to defeat Goliath…
…or, the Army of Saul hadn’t have received the triumph?

What if Moses never went atop Mount-Sinai & saw the Burning-Bush…
…or, if the one who took him from water never bothered to take a look?

Imagine Abraham never leaving Ishmael in the Arabian-Desert…
…would they’ve built the Ka`bah or learn joy after suffering hurt?

Think if Noah was never saved from the Great-Flood, by building the Ark…
…would Humanity have survived, or, would we have still been in the dark?

Think about how it would be, had Adam & Eve had never eaten from that Tree…
…would we know whether we’d spend our entire existence in Paradise with glee?

It would be wonderful, to witness the change that so many fought & died for…
…I guess that’s just wishful-thinking, unless we’re willing to fight & die for more.

Gareth Bryant/2014

“My Poetic-Proposal to my Lord”

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Oh, Allah:

Let me remember you when I am both happy and sad…
…regardless to whether I am calm or stark raving mad.

Allow me to be ever thankful for any test which you’ve set forth in my path…
…for me never to take Your mercy for granted, that I never earn Your wrath.

Have me in Your noble-service, by constantly being in the service of the Other…
…to view every Human, regardless of their creed, as my sister and my brother.

Give me a clean heart, full of Faith, which will never doubt, reject Your existence…
…shower me with Your ultimate graces, so that I always thank you via repentance.

Make me a Warrior, for Your pleasure: struggling on & off the battlefield…
…let me be skillful & worthy enough to spread mercy & the power to heal.

Let me be of those whom the People feel safe around…
…that I have the ability to turn all frowns upside down.

Let it be I who bring smiles to the faces of the miserable…
…let it be I who give strength to the weak, meek & feeble.

Let not my days be done, lest I can guide People to Islam…
…that Your name be praised, by every man & in every land.

Gareth Bryant/2014