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Wanna hurt no more, because I've cried before..........

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At dawn I wake for You
Afternoon I pray to You
Mid day we meet again
Early evening whisperin
At night I give farewell
Pray I'll be kept from hell
Read Your Holy scriptures
Make my Wajib Witr
This is a perfect picture
But it's not my constant thikr
See I struggle on this path
Hoping this moment lasts
Just a while longer
While I strive to become stronger
This dunya will not harm her
Will not harm me, rather
I'm wishing and praying
That I make it safe and sound
To the hereafter

Coquettes

Posted up on the dance floor
Billboards
Video whores
Women who say they want respect but dress like they're waitng to get scored
Faces painted, like painted faces facing a sentence
Sentenced to life on cheeks
Eyelids
Lips
Listening to this message and you contemplatin getting with it
But it's momentary
You see
In the eyes of every person lies a peephole to the soul
I see the body of most women and revealed curves they behold
There she goes
SOLD! To the next bidder
Auctioned off through pick-up lines and each time you think it's a form of flattery
Self provoking physical battery
Rape victims imprisoned by your own immodesty
Possibly
It's the principle
You strut the earth like you're invincible
Clothes tight
Short
Shape visible
Too visual
A coquette in fact
And you think he's looking cause he likes that
Well to clue you in, it's because you lack tact
And I'm tired of naked chicks being mad when men react
Aint nothing wrong with covering yourself to get respect back
And don't expect that
He'll respect that
It's illogical for you to request it
So don't even stress it
Your body is your beauty
But you gotta learn how to protect it

Expression of a Hijabi

Don't feel sorry for me because I cover, be happy that my beauty is undiscovered, and only known by one brother.

I'm on a mission

To dispel the misconceptions about Islam.
To enjoin good and forbid the evils of mankind, even if it be against my own soul.
To spread truth to all four corners of the earth, single-handedly.
To learn something new each day.
To prepare for my next journey.
To become a better person with each waking moment.
To take risks that I had no courage to take before now.
To teach the world everything I know, which is an iota of nothing, but someone may know less.
To be so loving, that no one can speak of me without saying, I am a loving person. To let the world know and understand this statement: "No more hate." Shout outs to Khalil Ismail. One love, one Ummah!

Please

Inspire me once more. Read between the lines. Make a difference. Be different. Pave the way. Now, it's time to put the mirror away.

This Marriage (Rumi)

May these vows and this marriage be blessed. May it be sweet milk, this marriage, like wine and halvah. May this marriage offer fruit and shade like the date palm. May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day a day in paradise. May this marriage be a sign of compassion, a seal of happiness here and hereafter. May this marriage have a fair face and a good name, an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky. I am out of words to describe how spirit mingles in this marriage.

It aint for me

It's either up or down,
disbelievers move around,
because I fear the sound of His wrath.
Thunderstorms,
lightening,
tornado's during overcast.
Lifeless bodies in caskets,
souls captured in Barzakh waiting to pass it.
Faith, do you have it?
I can only hope I do truthfully,
maybe the truth I speak will testify for me,
cuz hell is hot,
and it aint for me.

I'm not worried

At all!!! I'm just not. I have what it takes to make it, having nothing to do with me at all. I have it, and like I said before, I'm not worried!

Sundae

Sunday morning is like, coffee. Refreshing! Wouldn't you like to spend it with me? When I was growing up, my family always had a big breakfast on Saturday or Sunday morning. You'd never know who was gonna cook, or what they would make. Ummi/mommy might make chicken livers (I don't care if you like it, because I do) smothered in onions, with eggs and toast. Abi/daddy might make some quiche ,with roasted potatoas, and some type of bread to go along. And Abi would ALWAYS make the BEST coffee with all kinds of mixtures and spices in it, mmmmmh! If it was Hushy, she'd try some old fashioned southern biscuits, grits and eggs. My lovely bro Soupy (don't ask why we call him that), would definitely make a conoction of eggs and veggies, fluffy and perfectly rounded pancakes, sausage and the most tasty chai. Hmm, now my oldest sis ding-dong, oh goodness! I can't even explain what she would make because it was so exotic. Like, really, there's nothing that could explain it. Ok so, I'm gonna try anyway! She would make this baked waffle called, "dutch babies." One day on my show I'll make it for you guys to see. It would have whip-cream and jam on it, oh my goodness! With eggs she would cook in a saucepan on the top of the stove that had steamed brocolli in it, then put it in the oven for a few minutes. And along with that would be some home fries....and she could make some killer coffee too. And then, ok, I have alot of brothers and sisters so I'm gonna stop now. I don't want to bore you all. But, I'ma put it like this, the weekends were fun at my house.

Sunday is so beautiful for many reasons. I mean, it's like a spring day, so bright and inspiring. But, when it rains it brings peace and tranquility. It's the last day of your weekend, the day on which you leave to rest (if you have completed your list of "things to do") and chill before the week starts. It's family day, it's "I can't believe my weekend is over" day. It's, wow "did I get all my washing in" day? I LOVE SUNDAY!!!! Oh, and especially, SUNDAY MORNING!

Sunday morning, waking up, is the BEST feeling ever man! I feel, happy...and, like I want to share this feeling with everyone. Idk, when I woke up this morning I felt at peace for some reason.

The weather is beautiful,
Sun beaming,
Heart beating,
Soul seeking
Reaching
For the stars, I like to do,
It's kind of like,
When I reach for you,
Because I know you're reaching for me too,
And since your soul is so amazing,
It hovers above me,
Like the moon and the stars be,
Inspired by unity,
The air is so lovely,
Cooling,
Breezy,
Sun steaming,
But yet,
It still feels good outside.
It's Sunday morning, and I'm alive,
That's a reason enough for me to smile

Don't ask, because I don't know. I was so moved to just start writing, and when you feel the urge to write, you HAVE TO WRITE! Don't let that moment pass because you will lose it. It will be gone forever, and who knows if those words will ever come back to you in the same way. Even if they are corny, you can always work with words, or word with works. If you're a writer you will understand this post, but if you're not....I don't know what to tell you. Just please, always cherish Sunday, and it's morning!

I love you!