spoke to the islamic exorcist,
i was reluctant but he really did insist,
he told me to come around,
something inside me didnt like the sound,
my heart started to really pound,
he gave me his address which i easily found,
soon as i got to his front door,
i had this feeling for sure,
that something inside was going to collide,
if i said i wasnt worried then i would have lied,
but i know Allah is on the believers side,
thinking i hope this doesnt happen to my next of kin
as he opened the door n invited me in,
he told me to sit,
n relax for a bit,
i told him how i feel,
he said dont worry Allah will heal,
he pointed to the Quran and said look,
im only going to pray from that holy book.
i didnt expect to shake but then i suddenly shook,
he said if your ready we better make a start,
i could feel something constricting my heart,
felt like i was in need of some doctors and nurses,
when he started praying the verses,
where Allah curses,
those who practice the evil occult,
trying to make my life so difficult,
happiness in me,
is what they dont wanna see,
full of hatred n jealousy,
when it comes to this earth so envious,
but to the punishment of the hereafter so oblivious,
now it wouldnt be so tragic,
if someone didnt do black magic,
they put on me an hex,
i couldnt believe what happened next,
it was on another level,
i knew this was the work of the devil,
evil people using forces of the unseen,
the believers will know exactly what i mean,
its like i wasnt in control,
one minute i was sitting n the next i would fall,
its like i had no choice,
suddenly came out of me a voice,
shouting i was sent here on a mission,
from the evil magician,
the raqi carried on praying,
the voice said i wont be staying,
i promise to leave,
but the raqi didnt believe
he carried on praying,
n eventually it left,
but i was the one who was left,
feeling drained n weak,
wasnt in the mood to speak,
lost for words,
not much to say,
definitely not an ordinary day...
all i see is atrocities,
across the muslim cities,
brothers left without mothers,
sisters left with blisters,
they torture, mutilate n rape,
theres no where to escape.
using military force,
killing without remorse,
so many gettin battered,
bones gettin shatterred,
bodies gettin scattered,
livin a life full of violence,
the world is full of silence,
the believers put it down to decree n fate,
theyre callin for the caliphate,
theyre in need of a saviour,
from this bad behaviour,
which is evil n unjust,
in Allah they trust,
so they dont worry,
they know they'll get jannah in a hurry
whats not to adore,
she wears j'adore,
from christian dior,
confident n not insecure,
before she opens the door,
double checks to makes sure,
shes covered from head to toe,
whats not to admire,
shes got her hijab n abaya,
wearin a veil,
proud muslim female,
modesty she doesnt lack,
humility keeps her on track
from the front to the back,
wrapped around in black,
a purpose it serves,
it covers her curves,
so even if you tried to figure,
ya wouldnt be able to figure out her figure,
its the opposite to being completely bare,
she wouldnt be able to bear,
if anyone was to stare at her hair,
even if they got a glimpse or a glare,
its hers n she dont wanna share,
whatever you think she dont really care,
the thought of being uncovered is like treason,
so shes covered for a reason,
regardless of the season,
whether its sunshine, rain or snow,
even if shes feeling high or low...
she was walking down the street,
head facing towards her feet,
he started to approach,
complimented her hijab n broach,
how to react she never knew,
to her it was something new,
its like she was thrown,
maybe it was his cologne,
he pulled out his phone,
can i have ya number please,
sure be quick i gotta leave,
so young n naive,
whatever he tells her she believes,
her number he starts to dial,
they chat for a while,
n all she does is laugh n smile,
he starts to text,
you know what happens next,
sending those sweet nothings,
which dont really mean nothing,
came across so sweet n calm,
she fell for his charm,
but all he did was harm,
he put her under his spell,
they met at the hotel
it was easy to tell,
it wasnt gonna end well,
now the deed is dun,
he's had his fun,
its time to run,
he didnt feel much,
all he wanted to do was touch,
n get into physical contact,
now she just cant even get into contact,
its like he changed his number n his name,
he has no self dignity or shame,
to him its all the same,
he's a player n its just a game,
now shes left all alone on her own,
no friends to phone,
forget the family they'll disown,
dont know what to do,
or who to see,
better go to the pharmacy,
to check for any signs of pregnancy,
she now realies,
all he told her was lies,
n she has been deceived,
the bad news she received,
that she has conceived,
the test was positive,
aint feeling so positive,
birth she dont wanna give,
life she dont wanna live,
the reality is starting to sink,
asking herself why didnt i think,
from the start to the end,
lets not pretend,
that he didnt plot n plan,
all it took was just one man...
MashaAllah such beautiful poetry. Really a must read. I especially love What's not to adore. The words, the meaning, the rhythic sounds all so beautiful.
I have one on the poetry thread. If you don't mind, I'll post it here. I'd like to know your thoughts on it.
MashaAllah such beautiful poetry. Really a must read. I especially love What's not to adore. The words, the meaning, the rhythic sounds all so beautiful.
I have one on the poetry thread. If you don't mind, I'll post it here. I'd like to know your thoughts on it.
yea sure post it or send me a link and i'll check it out...
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever tried,
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever cried,
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever thought of suicide,
i woulda, i woulda lied...
a word of caution,
im full of emotion,
im gonna tell ya the reality,
im a split personality,
tryina save my sanity,
full of anxiety,
im so misunderstood,
im tryin to do good,
but turns to bad behaviour,
always known as a failure,
im in need of a saviour,
never knew who to turn too,
everyones like a stranger,
now im lost in a danger zone,
havin to grief n moan,
all on my own,
ive had enough,
of this bs n stuff,
feel like im in cuffs,
n shankles,
locked around my ankles,
full of anger n rage,
might as well throw me in a cage,
lock me up n chuck away the key,
clearly i cant see,
even if ya royalty,
theres no such thing as loyalty,
now im tryina ta train,
my mind n brain,
to try n refrain,
from thinkin about this pain,
but the pain just runs so deep,
i cant even sleep,
this life aint fair,
wake me up from this nightmare
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever tried,
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever cried,
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever thought of suicide,
i woulda, i woulda lied...
i kno this life is a test,
soul cant find any rest,
n im tryin ma best,
need to get it off my chest,
its started to infest,
got no where to protest,
its like im under house arrest,
feelin so conflicted,
heart is so constriced,
mind is so restricted,
never feel any happiness or joy,
anything i touch i destroy,
at least i keep it real,
n tell you how i feel,
fakers are so fake,
what i wouldnt give or take,
for my mother not to call me a mistake,
suppose im a disease,
existance i want it to cease,
all i want is some peace,
wanna feel at ease,
soul needs some release,
bubble ill burst,
to admit i'll be the first,
cant wait to get in the hearse,
hope i get forgiven for my sin,
before i end up in my coffin,
when its my turn,
to my lord ill return,
i hope i dont burn,
mercy i hope to earn,
so many mistakes but i never learn
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever tried,
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever cried,
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever thought of suicide,
i woulda, i woulda lied...
i swear i coulda sworn,
when i was born,
heart was torn,
didnt cry all i did was mourn,
i was born alone,
when i die im goin alone,
i can envision my gravestone,
sayin born in nineteen eighty five,
now hes no longer alive,
destination youve arrived,
livin a life deprived,
always told your a failure n you aint clever,
got no determination n endeavour,
always told your young n dumb,
then they wonder why im numb,
im just tryin ta succumb,
these demons whisperin makin me panic,
its demons cuz i aint schizophrenic,
hearing voices in my head,
the more i listen the more im fed,
its annoying im so annoyed,
frustrated n paranoid,
tryin ride thru it like a soldier,
keep my head above my shoulders,
peeps claimin that they care,
but they're never really there,
no one to talk too,
about what im goin through,
im so lonely n alone,
hearts turnin into a stone,
its becomin really cold,
death why you got me on hold?
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever tried,
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever cried,
i woulda lied,
if i told you i aint ever thought of suicide,
i woulda, i woulda lied...
ya tryina come across all kewl with ya persona,
but the reality is your just a loner,
lets cut the bs n not pretend,
theres a reason why ya aint got no friends,
ya wonder why ur left so lonely,
maybe its cuz ur so fake n phony,
for me this was so easy to write,
cuz i hate your kind with so much spite,
ya make my blood boil,
ya dont kno the true meanin of being loyal,
to my face ya act so sweet,
but ya just some dirt off the street,
ya tryina come across all smart n neat,
but ya aint smart ya just a piece of meat,
stop tryina act all intelligent when ya dumb,
stop tryina act all emotional when ya numb,
stop tryina act all classy when ya scum,
i cant help but disrespect,
cuz ya going on like ya got no self respect,
ya got no honour n self dignity,
ya got no shame n modesty,
ya just an attention seeking snake,
even ya finger nails are so d-a-m-n fake,
i dont mean to sound so d-a-m-n drastic,
but ya aint nothing but sod-a-m-n plastic...
ya wanna show the world that you care,
but ya dont really give a d-a-m-n or care,
ya dont understand the real meaning of love,
its something you aint eva heard of,
ya dont even feel any sort of emotion,
ya dont understand the meaning of devotion,
actin so sweet when ya phone me,
but all you are is so fake n phony,
the day that i die,
i dont want you to cry,
keep those crocodile tears to yourself,
ya forgot when ya left me to rot on the shelf,
when im on my death bed,
dont hold my hand n kiss my forehead,
the funeral will be full of crowds,
thats when youll pretend to love me when im covered in shrouds,
ya were quick to put on me a label,
callin me young, wild n unstable,
ya kicked me to the kerb.
why else did i turn to the herb,
now no matter how much i sin,
i keep tellin myself keep up ya chin...
open my eyes wake up in the mornin',
cant believe this life ive been born in,
ive gotta soul,
but feels like someone stole,
im just a sinner in who can i confide,
feelin like suicide,
shall i get a gat n go bang,
or get a rope n hang,
got so many pains,
runnin thru my veins,
hearts full of stains,
feel like im locked up in chains,
im trapped someone set me free,
this aint how life is meant to be,
i cant understand my purpose,
feel like im livin in a circus,
my surrow aint meant to entertain,
can i burrow something to heal the pain,
tears rollin down my cheek,
aint got no one to speak,
got no one to conversate,
about my emotional state,
feelin frustrated n irate,
peeps comin into my life so quick,
peeps leavin my life so quick,
skin i gotta make sure its thick,
cuz they make me feel so d-a-m-n sick
im sick of their phony tricks...
parents sat her in the room,
mother said before u left my womb,
ya marriage was already arranged,
lookin at her mother thinkin are ya deranged.
it finally clicks that this was their plan,
to get me married off in pakistan,
parents are being so selfish,
followin their desires so devilish,
they just want her to marry,
granchildren to carry,
ever since she was little,
all they did was belittle,
ever since she was small,
all they did was control,
shes tryin to stay strong,
when shes doin right its always wrong,
always knockin her down,
cuz she young, asian n brown,
gettin told you have no intelligence or knowledge,
like she aint there they dont even acknowledge,
treatin her like dirt,
dont care if they hurt,
authority they just wanna insert,
rules she has to implement,
cant do anything without their consent,
if she questions n speaks back,
she'll get a smack,
shes used to gettin slap,
livin a life in a trap,
so much for yolo,
shes livin life on her solo,
aint no doubt,
she wants a way out,
so sick of when they abuse n hit,
her wrists she wants to slit,
she wants to call it quits,
her hearts shattered into bits,
shes full of stress, strain n tension,
all she wants is love n attention,
they have one aim,
to get her on the plane,
cuz once shes crossed the border,
she'll have to listen to each n every order,
so they plot n they plan,
eventually she boards the plane to pakistan,
what they told her she did believe,
cant blame her for being young n naive,
now thats shes landed,
parents have demanded,
that the passport to them it has to be handed,
so she hands it over,
now she realises her life is truly over,
the reality is startin to hit home,
n all she wants to do is go back home,
so shes tryina get outta this hell hole
cant geta hold of the embassy n interpol,
tryin to think of ways to make it stall,
aint nobody to help n call,
all her ideas seem to fall,
shes hittin a brick wall,
now shes thinkin why didnt they just give me up for adoption,
but the reality is shes left with only two options,
she has to take her life,
or just become some strangers wife,
the thought of suicide she resists,
her parents keep forcing n insist,
this aint nothin new or original,
what theyre doin is criminal,
its just straight up fraud,
arranging for her to get married abroad,
shes frightened n scared,
theyve already prepared,
the location n venue,
the food n menu,
got the wedding dress n jewellery set to match,
shes getting forced into marriage so its all just a big mismatch...
this is dedicated to all the sisters who have been forced and are still being forced into marriage...
hes just a loser,
full time abuser,
hes got this sick attitude,
always raw n rude,
always ruff n crude,
always in a mood,
complains about the food,
always lookin for a feud,
always lookin for an excuse,
to try n abuse,
always shoutin out threats,
hittin without any regrets,
authority he wants to stamp,
makes her stomach turn n cramp,
he doesnt care about how she feels,
as long as she listens n kneels,
when he abuses he gets a thrill,
he thinks abusing is a skill,
getting abused she puts it down to GODs will,
shes only twenty,
married but feels so empty,
only been married for a couple of years,
already shed so many tears,
everday shes livin in fear,
the physical pain is so severe,
shes tryin ta stay strong n persevere,
tryin with patience n persistence,
to seek out some assistance,
help shes trying to seek,
to get away from this control freak,
hearts broken its started to leak,
she got no one to speak,
her rights he denies,
cuttin her off from family ties,
he aint a ruler,
hes a full time abuser,
he just wants power,
he just wants to devour,
shes the prisoner,
n hes the commissioner,
like a prisoner shes locked up,
shes fed up of being locked up,
shes fed up of gettin slapped up,
for herself shes tryin to stick up,
its not the type of relationship,
that youd call companionship,
its the type of relationship,
that youd call dictatorship,
shes the slave n hes the master,
shes stuck in a disaster,
it couldnt have happened any faster,
now its suppose to his responsibility,
to provide her with security,
to provide her with stability,
but he only provides her with brutality,
cuz he sees her as a liability,
he doesnt have an ounce of humanity,
hes always tryin to correct her,
so much for being her protector,
so much for protect n serve,
someone like him she shudda swerved...
this is dedicated to all the sisters who are suffering and have suffered from domestic violence...
open my eyes wake up in the mornin',
cant believe this life ive been born in,
ive gotta soul,
but feels like someone stole,
im just a sinner in who can i confide,
feelin like suicide,
shall i get a gat n go bang,
or get a rope n hang,
got so many pains,
runnin thru my veins,
hearts full of stains,
feel like im locked up in chains,
im trapped someone set me free,
this aint how life is meant to be,
i cant understand my purpose,
feel like im livin in a circus,
my surrow aint meant to entertain,
can i burrow something to heal the pain,
tears rollin down my cheek,
aint got no one to speak,
got no one to conversate,
about my emotional state,
feelin frustrated n irate,
peeps comin into my life so quick,
peeps leavin my life so quick,
skin i gotta make sure its thick,
cuz they make me feel so d-a-m-n sick
im sick of their phony tricks...
Hmm why do you write such poetry? Is it about you? You know suicide is not allowed and the one who commits suicide will be in Hell forever. Do you really contemplate such suicidal thoughts? You should not. If you're going through something, depression or other difficulties or getting such thought for any reason, talk to someone, a scholar or councelor or elder who can guide and support you. It's not good to get suicidal thoughts or to allow yourself to suffer alone. *sad*
Remember to do dua that Allah keeps you steadfast and protects you from impulsive action. And don't remain isolated. Always talk about your problems to other instead of keeping it inside. It lets out steam and helps you feel better.
Hmm why do you write such poetry? Is it about you? You know suicide is not allowed and the one who commits suicide will be in Hell forever. Do you really contemplate such suicidal thoughts? You should not. If you're going through something, depression or other difficulties or getting such thought for any reason, talk to someone, a scholar or councelor or elder who can guide and support you. It's not good to get suicidal thoughts or to allow yourself to suffer alone. *sad*
Remember to do dua that Allah keeps you steadfast and protects you from impulsive action. And don't remain isolated. Always talk about your problems to other instead of keeping it inside. It lets out steam and helps you feel better.
well its just life sis, we all have our ups and downs, sometimes we cant control the way we feel,
i wear my heart on my sleeve and aint shy about my feelings, im comfortable in my own skin...
layin on her bed,
thoughts runnin through her head,
lookin at the ceilin,
thinkin n feelin,
confused,
used n abused,
shall i run n hide,
or commit suicide,
these rules i cant abide
mothers like a vulture,
all she cares about is culture,
fathers got traditional views,
like its alright to abuse,
imagine livin in her shoes,
theres no family unity,
care more about the community,
so worried people will judge
never let go of a grudge,
mentality aint gonna budge,
parents never there,
parents never care,
no one to support,
so quick to abort,
they couldnt care less,
they cause more stress,
they're just so judgemental,
its drivin her mental,
shes tryin to stay sane,
nowhere to complain,
or explain about the pain,
they're drivin her insane,
always on her case,
always in her face,
puttin her in place
tellin her what to do,
like she aint got a clue,
she doesnt lack intellect,
they dont see the side effect,
from the years of neglect,
if she speaks back its disrespect,
if she goes out they suspect,
each n everyday,
what to say,
she has to rehearse,
they'll check her phone n purse,
its seems to be gettin worse,
thinkin someone put on me a curse,
shes losin hope,
she can barely cope,
her lifes under the miscroscope,
she even cant talk to her brother,
he'll just report to her mother,
thinkin i dont know why my mother gave birth,
when i aint even worth,
her time, a dollar or a dime,
now she met this guy,
n i aint gonna lie,
it got kinda serious,
the family found out n got furious,
so they decided to phone her,
n get her in the living room corner,
they started to question,
tryin to get a confession,
for a while,
she was in denial,
parents sayin stop lying,
your on the verge of dying,
ya bringing to the family shame,
ya bringing to the family a bad name,
so she admits she just wants unconditional love,
her father gets emotional n starts to push n shove,
sayin a bad image you did portray,
all you did was betray,
now theres aint no other way,
price you gotta pay,
you aint gonna see another day,
her father starts to twist,
her wrist,
n hit her with his fist,
she hits the door,
n ends up on the floor,
shes on her knees,
sayin oh GOD please,
she wants to escape n leave,
thinkin all i wanted to do was to be a good wife,
now the father pulls out the knife,
he was so close,
n without any remorse,
he slit her throat,
without even a thought,
bloods thicker than water,
so how could ya slaughter,
ya own daughter,
isnt it so sad n drastic,
that from the moses basket,
how she end up in the casket,
all they did to her was dishonour,
they did it all in the name of honour...
this is dedicated to all the sisters who have suffered and been killed in the name of honour, honour killings...
nasheed artists get off the mic,
ill tell ya about something ya wont like,
heart rate starts to spike,
cuz im full of anger n rage,
its not something i stage,
ill keep it real,
n tell ya how i feel,
all ya after is glory,
why dont ya eva tell a true story,
all ya after is fame,
ya lyrics ill put them to shame,
ya self proclaimed nasheed artists,
dont eva speak about the truth n call yourselves artists,
now tell me how can i be optimistic,
when ya sing about something thats not realistic,
when i see ya music videos on tv,
it just reminds me of m.t.v,
could ya imagine our seeds,
growin up listenin to these phony nasheeds,
i cant help but diss,
cuz ya makin out lifes full of bliss,
ya keep making out this lifes full of harmony,
the only thing ya worried about is singing in harmony,
ya only worried about the sound of ya tunes,
ya only worried about sellin ya tunes on itunes,
so called nasheed artists why dont ya speak about the reality,
how some are confused about their sexuality,
how some are dead when it comes to spirituality,
why dont ya eva talk about the issues,
where our sisters are runnin out of tissues,
ya sisters are hooked on crack,
yet ya singing about smack,
ya neva talk about building institutes,
to help ya sisters who've become prostitutes,
why dont you eva address,
our brothers who smoke weed cuzza stress,
what about those on the streets,
who roll up the sheets,
n smoke until they choke,
what about those who inhale,
until they go blue n pale,
what about those who snort,
who got no love n support,
what about those who inject,
all ya do is reject,
ya wont eva speak about those turnin to drugs,
cuz ya look down on them like thugs,
the truth hurts yea it bugs,
ya neva talk about those dead bodies,
cuz to you they aint nobodies,
i might sound like the villian,
but ya aint talkin about the blood thats spillin,
ya neva talk about those below ya in the gutters,
over ya eyes ya were quick to put on some shutters...
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