Jinn and Humanity.
Many Muslims fear the fiery Jinn, created flawlessly from smokeless fire. Not all of them are devils, though. The Jinn, too, are being tested with loss and despair to make the all-seeing Allah see if they turn to him with hope, guilt and fear. They have been on earth the longest, having more rights and claims to it than we have. The Jinn are seemingly being punished by Allah for so much war and bloodshed, with the presence of Satan in their race. Before humanity, the Jinn exterminated one another mercilessly and heartlessly, and Iblis was one of the finest of the race of Jinn. The pain we suffer here on earth is the likeness of a man walking around in a graveyard, only to dig his own grave and bury himself alive. We only cause our pain with our impiety. The effect of the pain the Jinn committed is in the air, land and sea. Pain is a way to purge a person. When we sin, we deserve to be blamed and blame ourselves for we know it wasn't the right course of action. We then seek forgiveness as Allah is the only one who may forgive us or punish us. Others can't and don't honestly know or contemplate Allah's plans and tests. Would we expose to a man, or would we tell Allah? We need Allah, for he is far beyond humanity. It gives us tranquillity to believe, comfort, and hope in the throes of death. Paradise is the next life for us if Allah wills it. (InshaAllah)Sufferings.
We all suffer in one way or another. There are those we see sorrowing and those we don't. Most of the Muslims who are in pain, we don't glimpse or ever meet in this life. It would create pity in the oppressed and an elevated and popular social standing of the once oppressed, creating pride and arrogance. Only Allah shows others the pain of others if there is good to be gained from it. If you do get noticed, you will become publicised, making you feel particular and more significant than the others who seem in less pain, but Iblis (devil) isn't worthy of worship; Allah is! He alone can purify our purposes. Pride affects the best of us, especially when we are on the path of Islam. If you're good at something, never look down on others who aren't. Instead, help them do and become better.
See the Sea.
A thought, a thing, begins to grow in me, like a tree, with a lock and key. Memories have faded, my mind seems raided, through the floods I've waded, I know where I'm headed. Can anything stop me, if Allah wants me free? I'm going to Islam's two beautiful cities, praying for his mercy and pity, and for Palestine to be free. To fill what became alone, alien and empty. The rivers of our faith may look different to each other, but like all things, they end up in the same destination. Brother and sister, some get there faster, to the future, some sluggish, slower. May we all be free, one day we'll all be together and swim in the massive, welcoming sea of peace, love and unity.After the Holocaust.
Throughout history, we, as Muslims, have faced much persecution by disbelievers because we never aggress. They know that Allah forbids us from attacking someone unprovoked, so they attack us and expect to win, taking everything that is ours. They love to name and blame us for everything. If a Christian did it, it was the Muslims because there is no pillage from blaming your kind, just like Hitler and the holocaust of millions of polish jews. I find that they don't talk about the Germans but the Muslims. It's almost like they can't speak of them or won't. Even Netanyahu says it was an imam who convinced Hitler to wipe out the Polish Jews. This massive lie is what fuels them to hate us. Their lies are so crazy and repeated that even an intellectual would believe them out of the constant stress of listening to the same story over and over. Currently, the second generation of these Polish Jews is oppressing the Palestinians while speaking a language that was almost lost (Hebrew). They believe they're the original Jews returning after getting lost. The Jews that went to Europe and converted the Poles are gone, diluted into European genetics.
The Lack of Speech.
When I was a child, I never communicated much. My parents and siblings were constantly fretting about me, worrying that I had some disability. I do get a blocked throat sometimes when I talk. I don't know if I'm partially mute. I'm not deaf (you must be deaf to be a mute). There's a thought in my mind when I watch others talk, almost like what they talk about is insignificant and a big waste of time and liveliness. I often find it difficult to express myself, finding it hard to get the words out. If I talk speedily, I start to stammer or stutter, as there seems to be disconnected brain signals in me. People tend not to have the ability to get socially close to me as I'm always quiet and prefer not to bear responsibilities I don't trust myself with. I've never been in relationships and prefer loneliness to love. There is a communication barricade that I've learnt never to cross. It is not like I'm a textbook of secrets, but I am more anxious to show emotions verbally and physically. My language instinct never adapted and grew. I love to write, however, and social media is where I usually do all my 'talking'. Poetry and Prose literature also mean a lot to me, and I love sharing my work to inspire and teach others about my beliefs and purpose in this very short lifetime of mine. When I write, I feel like someone else, like Harry Potter, in one world connected to another. In a way, I demonised myself by demonising others, not out of spite but out of inability. It's not like I wouldn't say I liked others, but I didn't like being around others. So, when I'm feeling excellent and cheery, I get ignored, which hurts as it should, for I'm to blame for what I am.Bullets of Rain.
Almost like bullets, the rain hopelessly hits your windows. The storm is practically telling you to stop because it hurts to exist. In our homes, we are safe from the wet, damp weather. Many plants will have the water they need to persist. Tap water seems fresh and adequate for us. As the puddles form on the concrete, you wonder why plants never truly grow on the roads. The smell of burning tar fills your mind. That unnatural smell is that of pain and death. You spotted the odd weeds growing at the corners of your house, dripping drops of water to their roots from their leaves. How is this fair? The plants are barely surviving. Bearly noticed or accepted as living organisms. The child inside you wants to be human and run about in the cold, wet rain, letting the rain shoot you till you're dry no more. You could transform into a tree no one could hurt. You've been in trouble before as you fell ill from getting soaked, but why not? You're only young once.
Death, Inevitable.
Of sin, we are surely susceptible. Drawn in from the unexplored sea, the fish is incapable of surviving. Finding truths is a long journey. We are all such sinners, beggars on the streets while the fat man eats, when are we winners? When, for a penny, the poor man licks his master's feet, while still getting the regular dehumanising beat. Dark realities we harbour, so we close our eyes, and then we forget and continue to seek pleasure. Horrors beyond measure We are blind and lost in futile lies. To live in this war, the general is clad in powerful armour. Those loud and fearless warcries, yet still, this giant warrior dies. in his chest, the destined arrow flies. The oppressor cannot control his anger; holding her mother's cold, limp hand, the child cries. War has ravaged our once peaceful lands. We can't expect to reach higher goals, for they mentally scar us with the sheer capacity for death and destruction. The disbelievers get richer while we Muslims get poorer. They have an insatiable appetite for the treasures of this temporary world, while we, as Muslims, don't. Wealth is a tool of Satan, and many fall victim to its allure. Using it, Iblis seduces and hypnotises humankind to love it more than their parents, wives and children's flesh and blood. Money is the worst drug. The more you have, the more you want. When a loss occurs due to them, the madness gets released, and it is pretty apparent who or what matters more to the rich men of humanity.
The Land of Prophets.
With all your weapons and deceit, you don't comprehend why you can never defeat. our age's record lies beneath our protective and blessed feet, We won't forfeit; our faith is strong in Allah, the one. Together, our hearts do beat. We know the way of the land and the seas; we're even comfortable in the searing heat. The land of prophets will be free, as you are blind to Allah's wrath arriving swiftly. To masjid A-Aqsa, we have the key. We will take our seats on our path to peace, love and unity. You will leave and flee, prophesied by him, Muhammad (pbuh). We're waiting for the coming of Imam Mahdi; only then will Islam be complete. With the 75-year occupation of the blessed lands of Palestine, The Muslims are still strong against Apartheid Israel. They just can't understand why they can't erase the Muslim presence in the land, questioning why their evil weapons of war don't have any effect on their pride and morale. The answer is simple. We are on the true path, the path of Islam. The Zionist Jews have deviated from the truth and only face Allah's wrath, as they've done so throughout history. Allah is with us, and we'll never succumb to the falsehood of refuted religions. He has promised us victory, and we will fight for that till the end of the earth.
Jinn and Humanity.
Many Muslims fear the fiery Jinn, created flawlessly from smokeless fire. Not all of them are devils, though. The Jinn, too, are being tested with loss and despair to make the all-seeing Allah see if they turn to him with hope, guilt and fear. They have been on earth the longest, having more rights and claims to it than we have. The Jinn are seemingly being punished by Allah for so much war and bloodshed, with the presence of Satan in their race. Before humanity, the Jinn exterminated one another mercilessly and heartlessly, and Iblis was one of the finest of the race of Jinn. The pain we suffer here on earth is the likeness of a man walking around in a graveyard, only to dig his own grave and bury himself alive. We only cause our pain with our impiety. The effect of the pain the Jinn committed is in the air, land and sea. Pain is a way to purge a person. When we sin, we deserve to be blamed and blame ourselves for we know it wasn't the right course of action. We then seek forgiveness as Allah is the only one who may forgive us or punish us. Others can't and don't honestly know or contemplate Allah's plans and tests. Would we expose to a man, or would we tell Allah? We need Allah, for he is far beyond humanity. It gives us tranquillity to believe, comfort, and hope in the throes of death. Paradise is the next life for us if Allah wills it. (InshaAllah)Sufferings.
We all suffer in one way or another. There are those we see sorrowing and those we don't. Most of the Muslims who are in pain, we don't glimpse or ever meet in this life. It would create pity in the oppressed and an elevated and popular social standing of the once oppressed, creating pride and arrogance. Only Allah shows others the pain of others if there is good to be gained from it. If you do get noticed, you will become publicised, making you feel particular and more significant than the others who seem in less pain, but Iblis (devil) isn't worthy of worship; Allah is! He alone can purify our purposes. Pride affects the best of us, especially when we are on the path of Islam. If you're good at something, never look down on others who aren't. Instead, help them do and become better.
See the Sea.
A thought, a thing, begins to grow in me, like a tree, with a lock and key. Memories have faded, my mind seems raided, through the floods I've waded, I know where I'm headed. Can anything stop me, if Allah wants me free? I'm going to Islam's two beautiful cities, praying for his mercy and pity, and for Palestine to be free. To fill what became alone, alien and empty. The rivers of our faith may look different to each other, but like all things, they end up in the same destination. Brother and sister, some get there faster, to the future, some sluggish, slower. May we all be free, one day we'll all be together and swim in the massive, welcoming sea of peace, love and unity.After the Holocaust.
Throughout history, we, as Muslims, have faced much persecution by disbelievers because we never aggress. They know that Allah forbids us from attacking someone unprovoked, so they attack us and expect to win, taking everything that is ours. They love to name and blame us for everything. If a Christian did it, it was the Muslims because there is no pillage from blaming your kind, just like Hitler and the holocaust of millions of polish jews. I find that they don't talk about the Germans but the Muslims. It's almost like they can't speak of them or won't. Even Netanyahu says it was an imam who convinced Hitler to wipe out the Polish Jews. This massive lie is what fuels them to hate us. Their lies are so crazy and repeated that even an intellectual would believe them out of the constant stress of listening to the same story over and over. Currently, the second generation of these Polish Jews is oppressing the Palestinians while speaking a language that was almost lost (Hebrew). They believe they're the original Jews returning after getting lost. The Jews that went to Europe and converted the Poles are gone, diluted into European genetics.
The Lack of Speech.
When I was a child, I never communicated much. My parents and siblings were constantly fretting about me, worrying that I had some disability. I do get a blocked throat sometimes when I talk. I don't know if I'm partially mute. I'm not deaf (you must be deaf to be a mute). There's a thought in my mind when I watch others talk, almost like what they talk about is insignificant and a big waste of time and liveliness. I often find it difficult to express myself, finding it hard to get the words out. If I talk speedily, I start to stammer or stutter, as there seems to be disconnected brain signals in me. People tend not to have the ability to get socially close to me as I'm always quiet and prefer not to bear responsibilities I don't trust myself with. I've never been in relationships and prefer loneliness to love. There is a communication barricade that I've learnt never to cross. It is not like I'm a textbook of secrets, but I am more anxious to show emotions verbally and physically. My language instinct never adapted and grew. I love to write, however, and social media is where I usually do all my 'talking'. Poetry and Prose literature also mean a lot to me, and I love sharing my work to inspire and teach others about my beliefs and purpose in this very short lifetime of mine. When I write, I feel like someone else, like Harry Potter, in one world connected to another. In a way, I demonised myself by demonising others, not out of spite but out of inability. It's not like I wouldn't say I liked others, but I didn't like being around others. So, when I'm feeling excellent and cheery, I get ignored, which hurts as it should, for I'm to blame for what I am.Bullets of Rain.
Almost like bullets, the rain hopelessly hits your windows. The storm is practically telling you to stop because it hurts to exist. In our homes, we are safe from the wet, damp weather. Many plants will have the water they need to persist. Tap water seems fresh and adequate for us. As the puddles form on the concrete, you wonder why plants never truly grow on the roads. The smell of burning tar fills your mind. That unnatural smell is that of pain and death. You spotted the odd weeds growing at the corners of your house, dripping drops of water to their roots from their leaves. How is this fair? The plants are barely surviving. Bearly noticed or accepted as living organisms. The child inside you wants to be human and run about in the cold, wet rain, letting the rain shoot you till you're dry no more. You could transform into a tree no one could hurt. You've been in trouble before as you fell ill from getting soaked, but why not? You're only young once.
Death, Inevitable.
Of sin, we are surely susceptible. Drawn in from the unexplored sea, the fish is incapable of surviving. Finding truths is a long journey. We are all such sinners, beggars on the streets while the fat man eats, when are we winners? When, for a penny, the poor man licks his master's feet, while still getting the regular dehumanising beat. Dark realities we harbour, so we close our eyes, and then we forget and continue to seek pleasure. Horrors beyond measure We are blind and lost in futile lies. To live in this war, the general is clad in powerful armour. Those loud and fearless warcries, yet still, this giant warrior dies. in his chest, the destined arrow flies. The oppressor cannot control his anger; holding her mother's cold, limp hand, the child cries. War has ravaged our once peaceful lands. We can't expect to reach higher goals, for they mentally scar us with the sheer capacity for death and destruction. The disbelievers get richer while we Muslims get poorer. They have an insatiable appetite for the treasures of this temporary world, while we, as Muslims, don't. Wealth is a tool of Satan, and many fall victim to its allure. Using it, Iblis seduces and hypnotises humankind to love it more than their parents, wives and children's flesh and blood. Money is the worst drug. The more you have, the more you want. When a loss occurs due to them, the madness gets released, and it is pretty apparent who or what matters more to the rich men of humanity.
The Land of Prophets.
With all your weapons and deceit, you don't comprehend why you can never defeat. our age's record lies beneath our protective and blessed feet, We won't forfeit; our faith is strong in Allah, the one. Together, our hearts do beat. We know the way of the land and the seas; we're even comfortable in the searing heat. The land of prophets will be free, as you are blind to Allah's wrath arriving swiftly. To masjid A-Aqsa, we have the key. We will take our seats on our path to peace, love and unity. You will leave and flee, prophesied by him, Muhammad (pbuh). We're waiting for the coming of Imam Mahdi; only then will Islam be complete. With the 75-year occupation of the blessed lands of Palestine, The Muslims are still strong against Apartheid Israel. They just can't understand why they can't erase the Muslim presence in the land, questioning why their evil weapons of war don't have any effect on their pride and morale. The answer is simple. We are on the true path, the path of Islam. The Zionist Jews have deviated from the truth and only face Allah's wrath, as they've done so throughout history. Allah is with us, and we'll never succumb to the falsehood of refuted religions. He has promised us victory, and we will fight for that till the end of the earth.
