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The Poet Speaks
September 8, 2008

     The poet speaks and I draw close to hear his latest words. Perhaps, I remind myself, his words may inspire me to write another page into my own works, or perhaps, his words will remain amongst mankind far after we depart and with such thoughts, I release my mind from useless thoughts. I have known of men, not personally, but whom I’ve found their poetic works on the shelves of local libraries and it always amazes me as to the reason why Allah has allowed their work to remain many decades after they’ve departed off into the next life. It is not my intention that I question the Wisdom behind such a decision from Allah (Woe to me if I were to do such a thing, and never would I do such a thing) but rather, it is only the curiosity of a man who has writen thousands of unread pages that reflects over the works of such that have managed to survive (with the permission of Allah) the storms of ‘the historical pages’. For some poets, I can attest to this fact, it is their primary goal to write material not only for you and I to read, but also for the generations to come, while for others, they write to please their own souls. The latest works from a man who is from the former of the two groups mentioned, he powerfully writes….. 

The bullets hit your hearts like the stings of a bee
You fall on your face as all you can see,

Are the Gardens so wide when you’re put in the ground
You’ve been searching for years and now you have found,

The Ultimate Prize, so sacred, so sweet
Your bargain with your Lord is finally complete,
Because you are all martyrs without fear or grief
Who gave all you had for your precious belief,
You promised Him your souls and He promised you much more
Now you can enjoy what He’s kept in store,
An endless reward for those who stood by
The covenant they made that towards death they would fly,
While graves burn the sinners and squeeze them so tight
You’re shown your places in the Garden, so spacious and bright,

On the Day when Great Terror shall steal all their words
Your souls will rest in the hearts of green birds,

Under the Great Throne with beauty beyond measure
At you ar-Rahmaan laughs, expressing His Pleasure,

Sufficient is this as a heavenly prize
But prepared for you is that never before seen by the eyes,

On your head is placed a crown, one jewel of which is worth
More than all of the jewels contained in this Earth,

You are brought to a gathering with companions so beautiful
The Prophets, the righteous and those who were truthful,

Al-Firdaws, where those of the Right Hand shall meet
Where the soil is white musk, so smooth and so sweet,

You scoop up a handful and throw it in the air
You are relaxed by the rivers flowing everywhere,

Water, milk and honey gushing forth non-stop
So thick and delicious you want to devour each drop,

You drink so much you almost end up falling
Into the flowing current, then you hear voices calling,

You turn and behold! The voices are singing
Coming from Maidens so fair and enchanting,

These are the Hoorees with round and firm chests
Pure untouched virgins, they’re better than the best,

Seventy-two in all, with large eyes of dark hue
Each one created especially for you,

They call out your name asking where you are
But to their disappointment, from the battles you are far,

Your heart is intoxicated by the pleasures of this life
Fear (of death) has wounded your manhood like a sharp knife,

A knife sharpened by the callers to Hell’s every door
Who pulled the sword from your hand and threw it to the floor,

And given you women, children and money instead
Convincing you ‘this is better than ending up dead,’

Lo,the Martyrs are alive, rejoicing and provided for!
When asked what they desire, they will answer no more!

So be from the cream of this heavenly crop!
Shake off your fear and let your doubts drop!

Pick up the sword and grab your horse’s reins tight!
Throw off your armor and jump into the fight!

Make your path be none other than Islaam’s high peak
Whose mountain is climbled by making death what you seek!





May 23, 2008



He said, freedom is between the finger and the trigger

Between the mind and the soul,

So I asked, what is Justice

Is it avoiding payments of zakat in order to purchase the latest Lexus

Oppressing the poor, spreading corruption and acting reckless

He said, don’t be foolish

Such statements will be taken out of contents

Justice is free from false assumptions

My brotha, what’s screams of your inner notion

I sense something negative has become of your situation

(I said) O’ they stole my reputation

Like a thief in the dark night

Captured it, fashioned it

Covered the foundation with false acquisitions

Now I’m walking in the opposite direction

Pursuing my need-to-become a better servant righteous temptation….


I said, go…

You’re free…

Don’t be naïve….

I’m a figure in your life you don’t really need…


And I wish you the best

Although deep down inside, I’ve prevented my own soul rest

I know I could of protected thy like mothers guard their nest


Now time is of great essence

I got a day or two before the break of silence

Before the decree unfolds itself in my presence

My words could silence, the greatest of tyrants

But in the presence of thy, they lack to stand with balance


Dear Lord, forgive me and You never forget

Guide me and You never loose track

Keep me firm and please don’t turn my back


Set me Free!
May 16, 2008

Set me free to leave the land of immorality,
Before I burst and become a menace to society
Suicidal thoughts feed the body like the Range Rover is fed by gasoline
Confusion graspes their minds as to why many posses extreme views from world issues

Fear firm in their hearts so they keep the soldiers of Allah close in sight,
Thinking they would perhaps convert their views to action in the middle of the night
But still I fall asleep trapped in the most evil of societies

A land where the women are used as sex objects
Where modesty does not exist
And yet they want to force other Nations into democracy
Hypocrisy is their way of life.

Saddening to the heart,
Incomprehensible to the mind,
Are those Muslims men that feel no pain over the death of their brothers
Or over the rape of their sisters
Let alone the conquer their Muslim lands

They are not known to me to be men
they are in the group of women
In fact, they are the women of women’s

I’m free from their thoughts of loving security
And from being deceived by the media that feeds the souls pure lies

But I envy the fighters who fight in the brightness of the daylight
While I stand and plea to Allah in the middle of the night
Seeking permission from Him to fight

But as for today, I reach for the pen and I write
Converting the words from my heart to pearls of light

I am a MAN
April 25, 2008


From the beginning,

my mother held me,

and said, “Mohamed is your name and that’s what it will be.

Remain patient my son and avoid envy.

You are a man, lead your family

I took her advice and trained hard to be a marine

Converting my room into war-game scenarios practiced by the navy


Now my brothers and I have grown

and we fight bravely for our own

but if I die tonight while I stand alone

find my father and tell him I said, “Goodbye”

with a broken heart.

Surely, I’ll ask my Lord about him

and I hope He causes me to enter paradise with him.


And if you pass by my mother and you find her crying,

do me a favor and leave her in that state for the night

because tears relieve growing pains

and her emotions overtake her like stormy rain.

I know her to be strong

but she’ll breakdown when she sees my casket and realizes I’m gone


Dear Lord forgive my mother cause she made me into a man

who loves death like he loves life,

knows wrong like he knows right,

And is commited to Islam like he’s committed to being a Man


If only I had lived 1,400 years ago

I told my mother, I would have taken on a different role.

I would have been a great father by day,

And a brave soldier by night

but for now I’m trapped in my mind,

between poetic words that I write.


And one day, I’ll break away and run free

O’ Men, by the lake is where you’ll find me

Sitting amongst the brave warriors who will never compromise with their deen


21 Questions
April 24, 2008

Another page from Poetic Justice. 21 questions with limited answers. Space is not an issue but unfortunately time is of great essence. Which has forced me to reveal only the first few verses from the lastest poetic work.

Why does my body clash with the soul

Aggressively jumping on the attack

Forcing mediation from my part, while I stand in the cold


What happened to love

It held a strong position and a known meaning

but now it’s a tool for men to use against women.

And in five years, it will be non-existent


I wonder what destroyed respect

For one, the elders took it for granted

while the parents neglected to teach it to their children

and now we got a clash of generations.

Forcing representatives from both sides to agree, “this has become an issue”


Women often ask, where are the men

Probably in their bedrooms overwhelmed.

Trapped between delusional thoughts

or perhaps, secluding themselves with locked hearts.

Either way, success is ours.

And I promise, there will never be a reason for you to stress

instead, release your tension and be free


While you’re at it, define marriage for me?

Some say, it’s like being buried in a deep ditch,

looking upwards with a nervous twitch.

But perhaps, marriage resembles the wilderness of life in the grave

Once you crossover to the other side,

There is NO coming back


How should you treat money

A man said, “like a beautiful slave girl.

Be gentle and treat her like a precious pearl.

Don’t exceed the limits and buy her jewellery from Earls

And never allow it to rule over your morals


Where are the Role Models
April 17, 2008

I open my eyes, only to realize, where are those men who will lead me to prosperity? I slip my feet into my Air Max and set off into the cold world, in search of a role model. Instead I find corruption, envy, hate, cowards, deceivers, liars and the worst of them all, the hypocrites. After a long day of mixing with society, I find myself seated on a bench in a quiet section of the park. I look off into the sky, but suddenly Im overtaken by shyness and I return my gaze to find a piece of gum on the ground. Then and there, Poetic Justice finds me.

I Wanna Be like:


 I want to be like AbduAllah Ibn Az-Zubair,
I want to turn my back on the world like Mus’ab Ibn Umair,
I want to be honoured like Sa’d Ibn Mu’aadh,
And die like Khaalid Ibn Sa’iid

I wanna show my courage to Allah like Ibn Waleed
And remain firm to my beliefs.
I wanna defend life with dignity,
Until I meet Allah whom I believe in with certainty

I wanna marry a sister who resembles Aisha
While my character resembles that of the Messenger of Allah (saw)
And so my short stay in dunya can be filled with peace and tranquility

I ask Allah to grant me children so I can train them to be like Jabir
And posses courage like that of Jafar
And to become educated in the halal wa haraam like Mu’aadh ibn Jabal

I want to serve Islam
I wanna be a great speaker of this religion like Suhail Ibn Amr
And fight bravely like Urwah Ibn Amr
While guarding my worship of Allah like Abu Darda

April 13, 2008

Im suffocated, I just cant seem to breath

Mixed emotions got me thinking its time for me to leave

She spots me in my car and says, “we need to sit and talk”

I tell her just wait

Matter fact, STOP!

I got a lot of things on my mind so don’t push me off the line


She looks me with fiercefull eyes and says “boy, its due or die”

“Make a decision, do you wanna be mine?”

I tell her, I need a woman who will help me find paradise

She said, “I know you hesitant cause I don’t wear hijab but I can change if you’re patient enough”

I said, its not about that

Rather, I need you to take some time and wrap your heart around Allah

After that, I’ll always be here and we can talk

“But I love you”,

And I love Allah so love who I love and we will be alright

That was six months ago and I broke her heart

I’ve been suffocating ever since cause my organs had rebelled

I seek Your mercy dear Lord grant me some help


I hadn’t seen her since so I wondered is she alright

But just the other night, I spotted her while I was in the ride

Her beautiful educated mind had been wrapped with the scarf of life

Although it was dark, her face shined with faithful light

I whispered to myself, “O’Allah, forgive her and admit her into Your paradise”

Frozen in Time
April 13, 2008

Frozen in time
Overtaken by flashes of previous crimes
Have I paid the price
Or will I do the time
Only Allah knows and I continue to live life

Taking journeys through my mind
I’ve visited the people of Thamud and watched them as they commited crimes
While they uttered lies against themselves for one more night
And when morning came, destroyed is what they became
Not one remained to offer me advice

Overwhelmed by hunger, I visited their stores
Recalling their cries of pain from the night before
I witnessed their dead bodies lying on the floor
That was the price they paid for committing endless crimes

Lying on my bed in the darkest of nights
I look towards the sky and sense Im in trouble cause I didnt do whats right
I lift the blanket in shame and place it over my head
Recalling the verses of punishment from the Quran that I read
But Im living this life to win the prize,
Stay consistent,
Show resistance,
And be persistent,
I remind myself in order to remain firm on faith and hold on to its light


If Umar was Alive..this WOULDNT happen
April 3, 2008

Remember that man? The son of Khataab? The man with the overpowering body structure who demanded respect? The man who would walk around with a stick in his hands and rightfully hit those whom his judgment caused the punishment to descend upon? Yeah that man. His name was Umar Bin Khataab. We’ve all read about his stories and some of us have even taken the time to study his life. Now just imagine if he (may Allah have mercy on his soul) was alive during our period of Time? How would he react to certain situations that you and I witness throughout our days? Well that’s the question that came to mind and I closed my eyes, only to picture these following situations…

 Have you ever seen a brother giving dawah (calling someone to practise Islam) to an attractive woman? I mean, out of all the people who attend his school, he decides,  the woman whose dressed the most to impress, needs to be reminded of her promise to Allah. The promise to worship Him and serve His good pleasure. Sure, she probably needs to be reminded about her duties but one might ask, why has such a brother limited his dawah to  this particular “attractive woman”? Hmmmm…such a question would cause the mind to wonder, does this particular brother go around hunting for beautiful women that need, “the fajr phone call”? And to take matters to the next level, without anyone pushing him to do so, he takes it upon himself to voluntarily become the support system from these handpicked women. You know, the system that requires the phones calls regarding, “when is the next prayer, Ya’Ahmed?”. And lets not forget about the Tim Horton meet ups to discuss “the situation of the Muslims living in Palestine”. Yes, situations such as these do exist.  I’ve even heard of brothers asking one another, “has this type of brother played the “Islam card” to pick up women?” Who am I to say? But what if Umar bin Khataab was alive and he witnessed such a young, strong brother leaning on a set of lockers, focusing his attention on a woman whom he managed to corner onto another set of lockers and all this time, all this brother was trying to do is, remind her about her Islamic duties? How would Umar respond? Meantime, what if this same young brother’s pants were hanging from his (you know what) while his fullback tilted to the side and although it was prayer time, he found the call of Islam to this woman to be better for his overall standing with Allah. Yeah I’m serious, such situations do actually happen and such people do exist…if you know what I mean 🙂 . What if Umar saw this brother engaged in this exact act? How would he react? Anybody? Nobody? Just take a guess and maybe you’ll be right. Well if you’re going to be shy, I may as answer the question myself. Lets just say…Umar (ra) would probably walk up to this young brother and without saying much, he would HIT the young brother with his strong stick. For what you ask? Well for that answer, you’ll need to wait until you meet Umar in paradise and when you do, ask him as to why he would make such a judgment on this situation.

Moving on to another scenario…. 

What about those men who walk into the prayer room at school appearing lazier than students who are forced to attend academic university classes, 8:30am on a Friday morning. Looking upon such men, you would think someone forcefully pushed them into the prayer room and demand they complete their prayers or their lives would pay the price for their negligence. Just the other day, I was in the prayer room at school and while I was sitting, after having completed my duty to Allah, my attention suddenly got drawn to a man who walked into room. This man’s feet were dragging with great burden along the carpeted floor. His face overwhelmed with unpleasant joy. His body screamed for help and I looked upon him twice, only to notice, Ive seen this brother before. In fact, Ive seen him many times and on every occasion, his body language gave out the same desperate cry. The cry that asked, “WHY me..! This is too much burden!”. Normally, I would give such a brother the benefit of doubt and remind myself that perhaps, this brother is having one of those days. Those days in which everything seemed to be going wrong and although we shouldn’t bring such attitude into a prayer room, we’re humans and sometimes our emotions do get the best of us. But since I had recognized this particular brother from our encounters with one another in the past, the argument of, “its just one of those days…that a brotha goes threw”,  flew out the window faster than my homeboy would say, “Yo, are you serious? John McCain is gonna win the bid for the White House?” What if Umar sat in my exact spot in the prayer room and witnessed this brother lift his hands to enter the prayer in laziness? And after entering the prayer, rushed through all of the stages of prayer faster than a hijabi wraps the hijab around her modest head. To take matters a step further, after having completed the prayer (if you even want to call it that), the brother glances over at Umar with the look of, “yeah I know. I pray five times a day. Aren’t I the best Muslim you know? Please, I cant do autographs right now.” How would Umar respond? Did you say, the stick? 🙂 Maybe? Perhaps Umar would approach the man first and ask him, “what was that?”. The man would respond, “that my brother, is called salah.” “Salah? Let me show you what salah is. Do you see this stick? Now watch the speed of how fast it goes up and down and you tell me if its called salah?”. After responding with such a statement, Umar would demonstrate with his stick the speed of which the man completed his prayer. He would demonstrate this example while constantly hitting him for his ignorance. But Umar was a merciful man and he would only continue to hit this man until the ignorant traits present in the man’s character became cured from the wrongful ideology  he possessed. The incorrect ideology that salah was somehow a favor towards Allah and not a mercy for man.

My Experience With Love
March 7, 2008

What is love?

Its seems for generations mankind has been involved in a heated debate in regards to the topic of love. Does love exist or better yet, can you tell me about love at first sight? Let me take it one step further and ask you about our period of existence. Do you believe that our generation values love any differently from those who came before us? These and many more are the questions that run through the mind of the freedom writer. However, unfortunately for him, the answers to such questions are unknown. So at the moment, I stand strong and despite the words of the liars that exist in my time of being, I declare after some deep thought, love does exist. Thats right, it does. For most of us, we will live life without it. For some, they will become exposed to it. While others will meet death while they harbour the feeling deep in their hearts. I’ve even known of individuals, mostly women, who have become ill due to the fact that the decree sent from above the heavens prevented their pour souls from being with their love. Nevertheless, let it be known many forms of love exist. We shouldn’t grow ignorant and restrict it to the opposite sex, although that is the most passionate form and also the most common. Believe it or not, I’ve experienced the so-called feeling of love and I’ve captured our battle in my Poetic Justice.

My Love:

My heart blinds me of the realities of tomorrow
I’m trapped between my thoughts of you and I feel no sorrow
Can a love like this grow even stronger

If you were attacked I would defend you with my honour
I will be your protector and He is my supporter

Fear is but a thought that has been transformed into a feeling
I grab it by the throat and jump head first into any commotion
I will remain committed to you and forever fulfill my devotion

Now time is of great essence so I worry about the events of tomorrow
Will we be kept apart forever, if not, than how much longer

If I had one wish in Junnah, I would ask for you
And if I could intercede, I would speak on your behalf
I invite you to good and you invite me to that which is better
So let’s hasten to do good together
Perhaps we will be granted mansions the size of the heavens and earth put together

Now history is but events that follow one another
My love could be compared to the love spoken of by the Great Scholar,
He spoke in great detail of this energetic feeling
His love was directed towards a lady, whereas my love is for my father
He felt pain and sorrow
But I feel like I’ve gained and I look forward to the events of tomorrow