Tag Archives: Muslim Writer

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

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

I live Life with no Filter:

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I’m unrefined, unpolished…after an earthquake, demolished…I’m the raw substance.
I’m uncouth, aloof…sarcastic thru the roof…but, at the same time, I’m totally honest.

There’s no foundation on my surface, to hide my bruises that I’ve attained in my life.
There’s no shield, that is used, to conceal what I’ve experienced, by trials and strife.

From toy cars to battle’s scars…all that I’ve been thru is 100% visible.
All that I display, whether past or present-day, simply clear as crystal.

Some claim that I reveal too much, more than what’s necessary.
But, I choose to disclose what I want & I never, ever, need worry.

My expression is for me to deal with the consequences, and no one else.
I’m living for me, from now on, I’ve realized that I must appreciate my self.

Others may well disagree, that I tread only a selfish road.
Well, we’ve all been born here and we’ll all die here alone.

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

The Results of a Broken-Home: When Someone feels they’re all-alone

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Author’s note:

Neghena Hamidi, a young, new, literary-artist, has graced my blogpage, with a very endearing poem, about the ill-effects of a pathological homelife-experience. The piece itself is very captivating, describing, in detail, how someone may, and sadly, often, ends up, as a result of negativity in their lives, from home.

I walked past both of you upon being beckoned
My parents said to me “Don’t think this life is worthy for a split second”
Careless I was,
Walking to my room
Disrespecting my parents?
I just walked into my own doom
I did not know would happen that night
A dream that would leave be shattered
Unprepared to really fight
Lying in my bed
Forgetting about the prayers my dad just led
I closed my eyes and drifted away
Constrained
In a habitat
Where was I
What just begun
I heard cries all over just being sung
It was dark
I couldn’t see
Is what I’m imagining make believe?
I moved my left hand
What is this box i am in?
is it the box that He chose?
Knock and I banged. No one heard me
I can’t really see
Someone please answer
Hear my plea
Because I feel as though my heart is beginning to bleed
The ceiling began to slide
I caught a glimpse of my mama,
Crying on my side
White dress on my body
On this box i lied
I saw four people hovering on my home tugging on my scarf
“Wake up. You did not die, Her life was about to start”
Who was that?
Wait I’m dead?
That was my mother..
The one I never listened to when we uttered words to one another
“My baby sister, shes gone”
I think that was my brother
Never really bothered knowing you because I always snuck out undercover
“Guys…I’m not dead. Hear me. I’m dying inside”
Ha! Cracked a paradox
While I’m unwillingly trapped in this box
Don’t bury me six feet down the ground where the worms will have my fun with their feast
On the eyes that never bothered to see life’s true peak
The ears that never listened to her own just merely speak
The mouth that was blabbering when her enemies were so weak
That forehead that never gracefully leveled down to the atmosphere of my feet
The hands that was useless when I heard someone beg
And the feet that never ran to mosque when I heard Quran being read
Not now. I need to change
I know its a bit too late
Like a thread this life was cut short
I feel so estranged
Wait…
Water on my face?
Those were the tears of my father
Thought you would be tough
Please don’t leave your daughter
Someone pull me up
This must be a dream
Caused by bad habits?
And a hint of really bad fatigue?
I assure you I was sober
Just pull me up
My life just has been shattered by a bulldozer
My face was just covered
There goes my family
And the new roof of my sanctuary
My box is lifted despite my plea
Down I go with regrets and lack of the deen.

Neghena Hamidi/2013

The Muslimah’s Outcry:

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dear brothers and sisters in humanity
what is it that you feel when you see me?
is it shame, disgust, fear or sympathy?
because i need none of it, i just need you to hear me

i am freer than you can imagine
in my heart soul and mind
free from the oppression of the material,
free from all the negativity
free to learn and think and do
because of a direct link to the divine

dear brothers and sisters in humanity
you can have this freedom too
but of course you would not want it
if you think freedom is what government gives you

truth is, only God’s laws have real value
man made laws are only used to confine
to intrude in your personal affairs
to keep you locked inside your mind

so free yourself from the veil that was placed across your heart
the veil on your ears an eyes
open your heart to His infinite Mercy
let go of all the lies
if man can be God’s son, then man can take away your rights
but when God is worshiped without partner
there is no one to take it from you in sight

So my dear brothers and sisters
do not pity my position
obeying God’s command to cover
is not a man made tradition
virgin Mary is never portrayed half naked
nuns choose to live from head to toe in submission
orthodox Jews have rules for covering
have any of you noticed a pattern?
it is man that tells woman to uncover
to put her beauty on display
it is man that makes up heinous lies
to profit off of what God made
it is man that oppresses us to act like its just cool
to pull a one night stand, never call again, to use you as his sex tool
to pretend that feelings don’t exist
when men and women interact
to pretend that it is possible to be casual and laid back
no woman has ever benefited from such insincere behavior
but  men are satisfied on their end because they still get to see her

to free myself from this social man made trap,
i submit myself to God
Who Commands believing men to lower their gaze
and for believing women to wear loose garb
so we work together to preserve our society,
to protect each other from social harm

because we testify that Mohammad is the final messenger to mankind
and nothing is worthy of worship except Allah

Annam Choudhry/2013

The Religion: By Bobby Allen Poe

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Author’s note:

Annam Choudhry, who goes by the pen-name moniker of “Bobby Allen Poe” or also just “Bobby”, has written a delightful Islamic spin on the classic Edgar Allen Poe story, “The Raven”…enjoy.

Enjoyments in this world are plenty Distractions, simply, some unhealthy

But when death comes knocking at your door

Suddenly comes knocking, knocking at your chamber door Regret there will be, nothing more.

But your grave is not the end of this story Life was not about success and glory

If you prepared well for life after death

Fearing God and His judgment in your life after death In paradise you’ll be, forever more

So place your forehead on the ground Shopping, vacations, will still be around Just humble yourself before your Lord

He is Oft-Forgiving, Merciful, the Ever-Living Lord Repentance is key… but there is more

So what then is the purpose of life

If your job, family, and friends will not suffice? Worship with your heart, tongue, and limbs Sincere worship with your heart tongue and limbs

But Kufr and Shirk, never more!

There is but One God, no son or mother hath He Sir or madam, truly, think about it logically What use is an heir to the One Who does not die

The Ever-Living, Self-Sustaining Who does not die?

God does not procreate. Need I say more?

Mary’s was a virgin birth, no doubt

A pious maiden chosen for a task to carry out To give birth to the one who has no father

A revered prophet among men, born without a father God says “Be” and it is. Need I say more?

Peace on Jesus the day he was born, the day he dies, then raised alive Peace on him, Moses, Abraham, Jonah, John, Isaac, Jacob and Ismail Peace on Muhammad, last in line, with the message for all of mankind

The seal of the prophets, sent to preach, the message of One God to mankind Complete is your religion… forever more.

Annam Choudhry/2013