July 23

WHEN I DIE – By Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi

When my coffin is being taken out, you must never think I am missing this world Don’t shed any tears, don’t lament or feel sorry: I am not falling into a monster’s abyss.



When you see my corpse being carried, don’t cry for my leaving. I am not leaving: I am arriving at eternal love.



When you leave me in the grave, don’t say goodbye: Remember a grave is only a curtain for the paradise behind. You’ll only see me descending into a grave: Now watch me rise. How can there be an end when the sun sets or the moon goes down ? It looks like the end, it looks like a sunset, but in reality it is dawn.



When the grave locks you up, that is when your soul is freed. Have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth, not rise with a new life ? Why should you doubt the rise of a seed named human ? Have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well coming back empty ? Why lament for a soul when it can come back like Joseph from the well.



When for the last time you close your mouth, your words and soul will belong to the world of no place no time.



                                     

I  AM  FREE

      

Don’t grieve for me, for now I am free.  I’m following the path God laid for me. I took His hand when I heard him call, I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work or play.



If my leaving has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy. Be not burdened with times of sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.



My life’s been full, I savoured much, good friends, good family, a loved one’s touch.



Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now, He set me free.

February 9

Who I Am!

By Izdehar Albowyha

Who I Am !

[Must Read To Know What is Hijab]
(An Excellent poem about the Muslim Woman)

What do you see
when you look at me
Do you see someone limited,
or someone free

All some people can do is just look and stare
Simply because they can’t see my hair

Others think I am controlled and uneducated
They think that I am limited and un-liberated

They are so thankful that they are not me
Because they would like to remain ‘free’

Well free isn’t exactly the word I would’ve used
Describing women who are cheated on and abused

They think that I do not have opinions or voice
They think that being hooded isn’t my choice

They think that the hood makes me look caged
That my husband or dad are totally outraged

All they can do is look at me in fear
And in my eye there is a tear

Not because I have been stared at or made fun of
But because people are ignoring the one up above

On the day of judgment they will be the fools
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules

Maybe the guys won’t think I am a cutie
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty

See I have declined from being a guy’s toy
Because I won’t let myself be controlled by a boy

Real men are able to appreciate my mind
And aren’t busy looking at my behind

Hooded girls are the ones really helping the muslim cause
The role that we play definitely deserves applause

I will be recognized because I am smart and bright
And because some people are inspired by my sight

The smart ones are attracted by my tranquillity
In the back of their mind they wish they were me

We have the strength to do what we think is right
Even if it means putting up a life long fight

You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt

So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated

We are the ones that are free and pure
We’re free of STD’s that have no cure

So when people ask you how you feel about the hood
Just sum it up by saying ‘baby its all good’

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