BROTHER

I have a brother,

I was born in the quiet of dawn,

My cry breaking the quiet.

He was born in the chaos of a bright, dark night,

A night lit by bombs of dark knights,

His cries drowned by louder cries,

While my cries drowned the other cries,

He grew in this chaos

I threw rocks as pranks,

He threw them at tanks.

My friends, who pranked at the wrong places, got shouted at,

His friends, who played at the wrong places got shot at,

He lived his everyday like my movie, action packed.

And as we hit puberty,

My dream was to ditch the rocks and be the cool boy on the block,

His dream was to ditch the rocks and own his glock,

To stalk, dock behind blocks, and hit them in flocks like 2010 Bangkok.

And as we grew hairs on our faces,

His war bore two faces.

It was against the uniformed thugs on the streets,

And nagging of family critics.

And one day,

Struggling like every other,

The thugs struck, and my brother hit the ground...

My brother hit the the ground,

Never to feel or hear any sound, anymore.

I had a brother

I loved my brother,

I wish he heard me,

And if he heard me,

I wish I could prove how much I love him.

My brother is from Palestine,

My brother is from Afghanistan,

My brother is from Iraq,

My brother is from Somalia,

I love my brother.

And even though distance seperates us,

Our love bridges the gap between us.

I have a sister...

...I had a sister...

Hey Barbie!

Hey barbie,

I'd love to have a word or two with you,

She said, "who do you think you are talking to?"

I said, "please barbie,

Don't treat me like a poor old cabbie,

I don't know what you call fresh, but my clothes ain't shabby.

Lemme get this over with before you think me creepy."

I asked her name and she answered 'Abby'.

Abby, I'd like to tell u a thing or two about 'barbieness',

And please don't take this with carelessness,

Cuz I'm not here due to idleness.

I said, "what do u think of all your plastic,

Do u think it makes you look fantastic?"

She asked me, "what do you mean by plastic?"

I mean your plastic hairs and lens,

Scary eyelashes and plastic nails.

She tried to speak, but her tongue felt nailed.

I said, "hold on, I haven't nailed it yet".

I said, "are your eyebrows naturally bare,

Or did you escape from a government research lair?"

I know this might sound offensive,

But I really don't know a better way to make this comprehensive.

I know you miss ur dolly friend,

Who back then, was there when there was no friend,

But years have gone by and you need to let go,

I mean, how would you get inspiration,

From a doll, in your mode of expression?

I mean a barbie is a creation from a person's imagination.

I mean, its like telling your Creator He is terrible in creation.

You say its an expression of your taste in fashion,

And making boys drool gives u satisfaction.

But seriously, this assault on their senses is making you look senseless.

And you think you have fans in guys with Henessey tendencies?

This is how they see you,

Like the cheap weed they buy in the corner,

Smoke you to pieces and dump your ashes in a corner.

Or Let me tell you something which should go well with common sense.

When a barbie becomes worthless,

It is thrown into the trash, recycled into trash bags,

And used to pack more trash.

As much as u look like a barbie,

I hope u don't end up like one.

Just know that we humans care about you,

Or at least what's left of you.

So please, stick to the real you, not plastic.

Sent from my BlackBerry® smartphone provided by Airtel Nigeria.

THESE ARE THE TIMES

Time,

Every moment  prime,

Cuz u can never get it back with the dime.

But these are sour times,

Times which seem like grimes on time itself,

These are the times,

Born of the words and actions of the past times.

Because prophecies come true like its a mime.

These are the times,

When the baby suckles from his mother, holding a whip,

When our women have become Hour glasses with the swaying of their hips,

When zina is an occupation with unimaginable reap.

These are the times,

When our screened boxes of fitna have appreciated,

And our own bodies have depreciated,

These are the times,

When the barefooted men have made their homes in the sky,

And the hyena has been made to lead the pride

When a girl knowing barbie better than she knows her mama isn't seen as a disaster,

And the best soccer on tv is given to us by the brewmaster.

These are the times,

When my ummah has become eat free n take away,

Much to the delight of the beasts of prey.

And leave their lives savaged by the end of the day.

These are the times,

When David's son has become Golaith,

When Moses brother has become the Pharaoh,

And the seeds of the sahabah has bore the tyrants.

These are the times,

When my brothers made tommorrow's headlines yesterday,

Because they made their triggers their sixth fingers,

Because their tongues couldn't shoot to kill.

And just like old times bore these times,

These times will bear later times,

Times which would still come like a mime,

When the sun rises from the west,

When the two Messiahs and the guided ones put us to test,

When in Lydda, the Messiah lays the other Messiah to waste,

When the son with no father will uncross many 'T's,

When d window of repentance would be closed, no pleas.

We can go on and on with these,

But know that this is no brain tease,

These aren't guesses, rather guarantees.

Peace.

CALL OF DUTY

This is not a call to war.
This is not a call to leave your homes and family,
Infact, it is a simpler call, only this time, its almost as good as the best callings!
How long can you live with pain?

She's Hadiat Oyesiji. She had an accident about 3 years ago, while returning to school from Saki where she resides after an ASUU strike. Her spinal cord and some other parts of her precious body was affected, since 2009, this sister has been going through unimaginable pains, as she is neither able to sit nor stand. Now she needs close to 2.7million, to undergo surgery in India, and she needs your assistance in raising the money and also include her in your daily dua'a.

Acct number: 0049530486.
Acct name: save a soul.
Bank: Guaranty Trust Bank
Muslim Students Society of Nigeria(Ladoke Akintola University of Science and Technology) branch number: +2348060590020

"Those who spend their substance in the cause of Allah and follow not up their gifts with reminders of their generosity or with injury - for them their reward is with their Lord; on them shall be no fear, nor shall they grieve" Qur'an 2:262

Remember that no amount is too small, but at the same time, the more you donate, the faster we get this over with.

Tell your friends, parents, family and everybody!!!

Remember that when there is a call, the first to respond is better than the second, and the second, better than the third and so on.

Remember her in your prayers too.

Save A Soul Today, pls help share this. Jazakhumllahu khayran

HEY LOSER!

You, yes YOU!

With your flashy cars and hustle scars.

You…are…a…LOSER!

Spare me a few words before you unleash your bruisers.

In my Lord’s words,

Wal asr,

Innal insana lafi khusr.

In four words, we all are losers.

Thing is, I just want to tell you how much of a loser you are.

Don’t mistake me for a preacher,

I’m just a guy seeking his Lord’s wager.

First, take a look at your massive house and flashy cars,

You are living the video life of Hollywood stars,

The VIP of the parties after the premieres.

You would spend a stack on cognac and spirits,

But would turn your back to the needy on the streets.

Maybe you can’t see them because of the dark shades you have on,

Or maybe you can’t hear their pleas because of the loud music you have on,

Or maybe you can’t smell the stench of poverty because of the ‘scent’ you have on,

So you just turn your swag on and…move on.

Your hustle scars tell you it’s your cash,

That you can splash as much as you stash,

But you forget that it can all go in a flash.

Hear the words of my Lord once more,

Kullun nafsin za’ikatul mawt,

Rough translation, you shall expire

Even when you least desire,

And you definitely don’t want ur Hastalavista to be in the fire,

Which then brings us to the question of the type of loser that you are.

If your loss gives you success in your eternity, then you are a good loser,

Something like limiting the damage.

But if your loss gives you ‘otherwise’ in your eternity, then you are an ‘otherwise’ loser.

But maybe if you discard the cognac and Smirnoff,

Maybe if you turn the music off,

Maybe if you turn the ‘riyah’ swag off,

Then you can be a successful loser.

So my friend, as I leave you now, I hope you don’t send your bruisers,

I think they are better off cleaning their BARs.

My last words for you,

When you will lose,

LOSE WELL!

The Successful loser is the one who loses the life of this world for the Next.

12/01/2012

WHO WILL JUDGE THE JUDGES?

Who will judge the judges?

The judges who stirred the grudges,

The very judges who blew the bridges.

Who will bully the bullies?

The bullies who spell disaster and turnover the underdogs' trolleys,

The very bullies who spit fire,sorrow and death.

But know that the cup has spilled its contents,

That the caravans are moving and the dogs are barking,

That dusk has come and the time is right,

That the redeemers have come 

Like thieves in the middle of the night,

And by dawn, they will be a hell of a sight

For who makes peaceful change impossible

Makes violent change inevitable.

14/01/2010

I FOUND LOVE

In Boonaa's words,

You should only say 'I love you' when its completely obvious.

Let me tell you about my love.

She was born in blood like every other,

Made pure like no other.

The timing of her birth perfectly chosen,

Her cradle, perfectly woven.

Her brothers and sisters made it neccessary,

To tell everyone, by any means neccessary,

They did it with zeal like paid mercenaries.

And while she grew up, she became known by all and sundry.

Some loved her make-up, and applied it,

Others tried to mess it up and hated it.

Now over to my side of the story.

How did I find love?

Everybody was talking about her,

She made the headlines almost every hour,

Truth is, I always had her,

I just didn't know how much she meant,

Not until I felt I was about to lose her to the headlines,

Did I realise being with her meant being in the frontlines.

Boonaa also said,

"One day everyone will be dead,

But not everyone truly lives".

I'd be a living dead without her.

I know I did a horrible job lowering my gaze,

But the beauty I saw can be seen by a blind man in a haze.

My gaze, never again am I going to lower,

Cuz I want to be with her every hour.

I still hear crazy stuff about her,

How men used her to fulfill their desires.

How I want to tell everyone about who she really is,

Cuz being with her will only give you eternal bliss,

But all I might get for speaking would be a diss.

So you can tease all you please,

Cuz in her arms I found peace.

And incase you find out who she really is,

You can come to her and grab a piece or two,

And YES!!! I can share her with you,

Eat from her knowledge as much as you can chew.

And if by now you yearn to meet her like I did,

Then telling you are name is a done deed!

And yes again! I'd share her so she caters for your need!

Cuz inDEED, there's enough for everyone!

So call...EVERYONE!

And let them hear her name

Her name is islam,

And with her I found love.

Are you in love?

07/01/12