I want to go back home…In shaa Allah

I want to go back home, In sha Allah

The tears soak the pillow, my heart begins to ache.

A deep pain that hasn’t been solved or addressed.

A yearning, a desperate yearning for more than what this life has to offer.

Occupying my time, my mind, my days with activities of distractions: projects of procrastination.

A deep loneliness built by me- surrounding myself with people- the creation.

People in my phone book and people in my note book. People all around me- a momentary feeling of comfort.

No one is here now to hear the cry or pain- the many friends and the many faces all disappear into a blur.

Only One remains constant-always listening to me, every heart beat, every thought.

Understanding all my emotions and intentions- understood by One in more ways than one.

Me, walking on by always neglecting them but still they are providing for me, looking after me and helping me fully to develop my character into that which is much better than I- the journey will never end till You appear.

Allah I want to come home, In sha Allah- You are

my Everything and More.

~ Matters of the World

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Please don’t leave me-I love You

I failed you today.

I was impatient.

I thought I could manage everything myself.

I thought I was in control- as a result my patience evaporated and left me, today.

I failed you as a representative.

What does H.I.J.A.B mean to you?

H- hindered! Held back from the pleasures in life.
I- indoctrined by the men in her life
J- juxtaposed with the women of ‘our’ society
A- anti freedom, anti feminist
B- Bored! Of her sheltered life and longing to be like ‘us’.

H- heightened! My status in islam!
I- intelligent, insightful and yes independent
J- jannah at my feet when i become a mother
A- Ambitious, like no other.
B- Brave. Brave enough to cover herself, in a society that allows women to exchange their bodies for wealth.

~ Munirah Williams

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Who are we?

(Originally written for and published on the blog Zaraesque)

Know your rights like Rosa did.

Ain’t nobody taking my seat.

Women who fought for their liberties.

Possessing modesty and bravery.

My Sister

My sister cried for me today,

her eyes overflowed with love.

Hijab.

Sometimes I get hot and sticky underneath my layered scarf.

I start to wonder what it feels like if I’d just take it off.

The thought passes my mind for a moment and goes away just as fast.

Can you not see?

It is a miracle to me a utter mystery,

How you can look at this earth and not see what I see,

Why is the credit not given to the One who is above,

Society- By guest contributor Ryan

(Originally written for and published on the blog Poeticinjustice)

 

Were on the last page of humanity, please hold onto your sanity, remove all unnecessary vanity, lets achieve transparency. Come together with unity, it’s gonna take the love in me, who’s with me? I need your energy. We all need some love, you’ll see. Hate is why were torn at the seem. Egos just cause selfish greed. Please help your fellow man in need. Don’t walk on past when you see him bleed. Give him a plaster to heal his dream.

Ramadhan – By guest contributor Elyas Ahmed

Before it’s time for THE month-

I pray I’m alive for the blessed month

The wait is unbearable

Hmmmm, hoodies, hijabs and hats- what’s the difference? – Hijaab from a Non-Muslim perspective, by guest contributor Ryan

Ok so im gonna give you my Uneducated views at first then I’ll do a little research, climb down off my ignorant perch and give you a more balanced view-point through my words.

Hijab is your crown – by guest contributor Elyas Ahmed

Your hijab has more value then every diamond,

Every emerald,

Every bit of gold,

That the queen has in her crown.

Marwa el-Shirbiny – By guest contributor Elyas Ahmed

A shining star from a young age,

El Nasr College had a unique student.

Ode to al Hijab

(Originally written for and published on the blog One Little Pixie)

It’s been a long and sometimes arduous day.

EEMAANcipation

(Eemaan = Faith)

My faith frees me from the shackles of society.

Be Free

(Originally written for and published on the blog Yes I Have A voice– Jan-22-2011)

I don’t care where you have been or what you have done- that is between you and God.

I don’t need to be freed.

I don’t need to be freed.

Can you hear me?

No?

Time for change.

A poem about how I felt during my transition from a non practising Muslim woman to a practising one. (Oringinally written for and published on the blog Yes I Have  A Voice )

Muhajabah Forever

Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem,

As-salaamu ‘Alaykum, this is a poem I wrote about hijab/niqab and the arabic term muhajabah means a woman who covers Islamic-ally. This poem is meant to clarify the purpose of covering, to protect the woman.

Yaa Ukhti

Bismillah A-Rahman Ar-Raheem

As-salaamu ‘Alaykum,

My sisters,

Forgive me for letting this happen to us. Forgive me. I have let go of my ties to you and transgressed His limits. I have forgotten the sacredness of our union and put myself before you. I have declared, “They’re not my real sisters.” Audhubillah! I have turned my cheek and allowed you to be beaten, oppressed, denied, murdered!

We don’t need liberating!!!

 

 

 

I saw this picture on twitter via @Abidhaaaa_ and I absolutely loved it! It is self explanatory- nuff said.

Liberated Woman

I am a liberated woman,

I chose it,

It did not choose me,

Nobody forced it,