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Noor
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Black Being
Black, like the deepest point of the ocean
My skin is dark, pure and raw
Brave, like warriors in the battle of Uhud
Knowledge, firm set on welcoming minds
Faith is eternel, rich and everlasting
Companions of Rasul-Allah (saw), He was
Bilal, whose footsteps Beloved heard
Indeed an excellent example, He was
Dear believers, I'am not He
Though I maybe dark, I am not He
Call me not Bilal, for I am AbdulHakim
Slave of Allah
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Like all poetry this will be seen and felt differently by each person. Our own life experiences come into play as we try to understand the emotions of another.
I have passed as white for nearly all of my life. Although I tend to identify more with my oriental heritage.
With that in mind, this is how I feel your poem.
Why?
Why do my Brother's and Sisters not see.
Do they not know what I am, was meant to be?
My skin does not always match with those I feel nearest,
Yet we hold the same values and love the Prophet (PBUH) Dearest.
We may be weak or we may be strong,
But we all depend on the Qur'an to keep from going wrong.
To have lived as one of the companions would give me great glee,
Although I missed that time, a slave a Allah(swt) I can still be.