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Don’t condemn in others, what we condone in ourselves

So you think ISIS is a crisis?

Okay! Let’s just take Bashar and BB and put them behind us,

And oh, what about those demons inside us?!

We invade and destroy Iraq, like act like don’t mind us!

You wanna flip out when ISIS carries out crimes in the name of God,

But what about the drones and bombs that we drop a lot on villages,

We received images of children in little bits and pieces,

In the name of freedom and peace,

It’s mind boggling… how we condemn in others what we condone in ourselves

If you wana stop the violence, you can’t make exceptions,

If you wana stop the violence, then stop selling weapons,

Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman and Raytheons,

Instigate by funding speakers, sending instant hates so they can profit,

If you wana stop it then stop them,

No more solutions involving ‘lets just bomb them’,

We can’t kill and kill and kill and think that it helps,

We can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Yes I’m Muslim, yes I’m biased,

Based on the fact I know people overseas that are lifeless,

Cause rockets and shells are part of the climate,

Instead of clouds and shade,

The sky buzzes loud with drones and rain of hell fire leaving pain,

And the stain of blood on clothes and scattered bones,

Every single drone rocket fires a couple more points on the Down Jones,

I’m just hoping what I say can help, we can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Look, I’m not saying this is your fault,

But I am saying maybe YOU should apologise,

Especially since ‘supposedly’ it is my fault,

The latest assault on the lives of husbands and wives that took place on the other side of the planet,

Somehow it’s connected to me even though I didn’t plan it,

If we Muslims have to apologise for the four letter word that’s p**sing off the world,

Then you have to apologise,

For the ones who colonise to occupy and terrorise,

And apologise for the lies fed that led to the thousands that died,

And Iraq, for so-called weapons of mass destruction that you couldn’t find,

Do we have a deal?

I’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable, that’s just cognitive dissonance,

Yes I look different, I’m the son of an immigrant, you and I both!

What a coincidence… isn’t it odd how we condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

The first thing you need to comprehend is that war is profitable,

So let’s pretend, isn’t it possible that we aren’t at war for defence,

But for dollars and cents,

And differences are exploited, and all of these fence in the media are leading ya,

To a fight you never wanted,

Does any of that make sense?

Now don’t tell me I am defending ISIS, cause they killed thousands more Muslims than western journalists,

The more we ignore this fact the worse it gets,

Where was the shot when Bashar dropped barrel bombs on civilians in Syria,

Where was the constant media and why are they feeding ya,

Their fake concern for civilians now?

Bashar killed 200,000 before ISIS came to town.

Why do we chose which evil is necessary to fight?

Why do we only march for Christians and Whites, but not the Black or Brown, the Muslim Arab or Kurd?

Some blood is as cheap as dirt!

We can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Why are we so mad that ISIS is killing?

Didn’t Israel just slaughter 500 children last summer?

Why is that not chilling?

Why are we willing?

Why are we okay to pay dollar and shilling, for the slaughter of mothers and daughters,

But, we can’t stand to see men in ninja outfits chopping off heads.

What’s the difference between a plane and a blade if both lead people dead?

What’s the difference between killing your support and killing your against?

My point is that all life is sacred,

So stop with all the hatred,

Cos blood is still blood,

No matter how you try and paint it.

We can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

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Beautiful Silence

AbsoTOtALutely Fantastic!

Ma Sha Allah…

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شجاعة

sophie-sollmann-632775-unsplash.jpgفليتكَ تحلو والحياةُ مريرة

وليتكَ ترضى والأنامُ غضابُ

ألا ليتَ الذي بيني وبينكَ عامر

ٌ وبيني وبينَ العالمينَ خرابُ

إذا صحَّ منكَ الودُ فالكلُ هينٌ

وكلُ الذي فوقَ  الترابِ ترابُ

يارب علمني ان احب الناس كما احب نفسي

وعلمني ان احاسب نفسي كما احاسب الناس

وعلمني ان التسامح هو اكبرمراتب القوة

وان حب الانتقام هو اول مظاهر الضعف

يارب اذا أسأت الى الناس فأعطني شجاعة الإعتذار

وإذا أساء لي الناس فأعطني شجاعة العفو

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When Your Hands Are Tied Up

Allah grant us the ability to value His blessings.

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The Messenger of Mercy SAW

I am a vagabond
Wayfaring the desert sands
You are an oasis
My life’s in your hands

I look upon a mountain
And you are it’s peak
You are the summit
Of every truth I seek

In the rivers and lakes
In the oceans and seas
You’re the blue in the sky
The greenery in the trees

I’m a smitten stargazer
You; the cosmos of my heart
You’re the entire universe;
Gods priceless verse of art

Here I am, yearning to be
The dust on your blessed shoe
I’m the beggar at your door
Your love is the alms I pursue

صلى الله عليه وآله وصحبه وسلم

Abu Esa Hashim.

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An Ode to the Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) Part II

Part II – In Defence of Rasul Ullah (Sal Allahu Alayhi Wasallam)

اللَّهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلى سَيِّدِنَا وَنَبِيِّنَا وَ شَفِيْعِنَا وَحَبِيْبِنَا وَ سَنَدِنَا وَ مَوْلَانَا  مُحَمَّدٍ وَ بَارِكْ وَ سَلِّم

Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia (One who is in dire need of Allah’s Forgiveness, Mercy and Pleasure).

18th Rabiul Awwal 1436

اللَّهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلى سَيِّدِنَا وَنَبِيِّنَا وَ شَفِيْعِنَا وَحَبِيْبِنَا وَ سَنَدِنَا وَ مَوْلَانَا  مُحَمَّدٍ وَ بَارِكْ وَ سَلِّم IMG_9150

The eyes weep, the heart bleeds, but our love for you, O Rasool Ullah (SAW) will never die, In Sha Allah.
Muhammad (Sal Allahu Alayhi Wasallam) is always in our hearts and on our mind.
His (Sal Allahu Alayhi Wasallam)’s remembrance keeps our tongues moist.

Eyes that are blind, hearts that are hard will never recognise your beauty.
Your kindness came like rain, that cares not, on whom it falls upon.
With the light of your sincerity, you broke the clouds of tyranny. .

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An Ode to the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him)

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اللَّهُمَّ صَلِّ عَلى سَيِّدِنَا وَنَبِيِّنَا وَ شَفِيْعِنَا وَحَبِيْبِنَا وَ سَنَدِنَا وَ مَوْلَانَا  مُحَمَّدٍ وَ بَارِكْ وَ سَلِّم 

May The Choicest Blessings and the Mercy of God Be Upon Muhammad – A Mercy To Mankind.

Year 570 CE you were born in the holy city of Makkah,

Wherein lies the beauty built by Ibraheem (AS) and Ismaeel (AS) – the exalted Ka’bah.

It had been 600 years since the Prophet Eesa (AS), this period is also known in the Qur’an as ‘Fatrah’.

You came at a time when the world was in darkness, people were lost, misguided and swimming in ignorance.

How auspicious that moment was for us all,

When the beloved Aminah (RA) conceived and gave birth to such a blessed soul.

The world was illuminated brightly, and the 1000-year-old fire was extinguished suddenly.

The extravagant castles of Shaam could be seen, Oh, what a time this must have been.

The shadow of your father, the honourable Abdullah (RA), had already left this world.

This was the just the start of your hardships, through which you were tumbled and turned.

It was at the tender age of six, your mother’s gentle touch was no longer felt,

Heart-wrenching. Heartbreaking. Heart left to melt.

Then came along the gallant Abdul Muttalib who took you into his care,

Oh, Muhammad! Such an upbringing of pain and grief is seldom and very rare.

But Allah gives the most difficult of battles to those,

Who are selected by Him and for his mission He chose.

After a year or two Abdul Muttalib met his Lord – ache upon ache.

Such pain left you lonely and full of tears,

But this was part of Allah’s plan; to make you strong and without fears.

Now you stayed with your uncle, an orphan, aged eight,

Abu Talib was his name, he loved you and the affection he showed was great.

You herded sheep and became a shepherd,

You became known for truthfulness and honesty – a man of his word.

You later grew into a fine man and started to trade,

Which attracted the attention of Khadeejah (RA) – whose husband you were later made.

You lived happily and had six children,

Four blessed daughters; two beloved sons who died as infants.

Zaynab, Ruqayyah, Umm Kulthoom, Fatimah (RA),

Little Qasim, and how can we forget Abdullah? (RA)

As time went by, and evil began to spread,

A lot of thoughts started going through your head.

You looked at people, as they worshipped idols carved from their own hands,

And over trivial issues, how a clan would fight with other clans.

The people of Arabia mercilessly buried their baby daughters alive,

And they did not ever fulfil the rights of their children and wives.

People deprived the poor and didn’t give the weak their rights,

Men merrily drank wine and gambled throughout the night,

Shedding blood and killing was prevalent,

The sanctity of human life had become totally irrelevant.

Little did they know how their lives were about to be turned,

As the light of Prophethood shone, glimmering bright, like a lantern you burned.

One day in Mount Hira as you were meditating,

An angel descended and started communicating.

“Read! O Muhammad, Read!” Were the first words said,

You were scared and frightened and quickly rushed ahead.

Upon reaching home, sweating and panicking you screamed,

“O Khadeejah! Wrap me quick”; a large blanket, warm and thick.

Alarmed, petrified and terrified, as any wife would be,

She obeyed instantly, as she was first the believer (in Islam) to be.

(To be cont…)

Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia (One who is in dire need of Allah’s Forgiveness, Mercy and Pleasure).

12th Rabiul Awwal 1436 – Written in memory of the Beloved (Sal Allahu Alayhi Wasallam) on the date of His SAW demise.

The eyes weep, the heart bleeds, but our love for you, O Rasool Ullah SAW will never die. In Sha Allah. Muhammad (peace be upon him) is always in our hearts and on our mind. His SAW’s remembrance keeps our tongues moist.

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Two swords: Of Flesh & Of Steel.

In the name of Allah, the Just

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The truth is the truth; right is right,
To me it is clear – black and white.
At times you feel odd and at times you feel alone,
Tired, troubled and torn.

You may not seem intelligent or even very bright,
But speaking the truth will raise you in Allah’s sight.
It may cause a dispute; it may end up in a fight,
As the truth is bitter and certainly not welcomed with delight.
Sometimes you feel scared and just want to run,
But remember – that’s the cowards way, son.
You’d rather speak with courage and great might,
Go on, give them a fright! They might understand, this matter isn’t light.

We must use our intellect and insight,
To stick up for the truth and keep our left shoulder light.
As the dazzling day ends followed along by the dark night,
Similarly, it is clear what is wrong and what is right.

So dear friend, as I now end,

I hope my words didn’t bite, this is my last and final plight….

Please, stand firmly for truth and for justice and for what is right.

Ismail ibn Nazir Satia (One who is in dire need of Allah’s forgiveness, mercy and pleasure)

18 Safar 1436

(Written in memory of my late father, Haji NazirAhmed Daud Satia RH, one year after his demise. I believe he taught me courage, justice, morals, values and principles – Alhumdu Lillah. Out of sight, but not out of mind, Abba. Your voice has left us, but your legacy of justice remains In Sha Allah).