Poetry Recital At Oxford University ISOC, 2015
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Natural Mystic
There’s a natural mystic blowing through the air. Bob Marley
There’s a natural mystic glow in the unseen
And to feel it quaff the goblet of tawheed
You can feel it in Malcolm
In his mesmerising smile
In the trials that he suffered
In his righteousness and style
I don’t tell no lie
There’s a natural mystic deep reality
And to taste it, love the Only Deity
Feel the warmth of Ali’s fire
Grasp the rain of his words
In the ring, the unsurpassable
In the hearts, he turns alive
I don’t tell no lie
There’s a natural mystic shimmering finesse
If you purge the self, you’ll feel its dear caress
Like the gracious Mother Khadijah
The pearl of New York
In the beauty of her service
In the deepness of her eyes
Can’t keep them down
There’s natural mystic, blowing through the air
Notes:
Personalities referred to in the poem:
Malcolm X
Muhammad Ali
Mother Khadijah
Bob Marley
May Allah illuminate their secrets and teach us beneficial lessons through their lives, ameen
I found out about Mother Khadijah from the link below:https://sapelosquare.com/…/profile-mother-khadijah-faisal/
Rosaline’s Song
O Romeo; O Romeo
Wherefore art thou smitten?
Drained in the net of Juliet
Before I was thy kitten
O Romeo; O Romeo
I haven’t said wherefore
I curbed your siege of loving terms
And let love with you brawl
Continue readingTommy Plebdoe
Once there was a cheeky chap
His name was Tommy Plebdoe
Who tried his luck and made a buck
By sending up the ghetto
He’d draw these silly pictures of
The peasants on the estates
The Posh would buy his magazine
To laugh at cultural tastes
Continue readingA Tribute To Rabi Al Awwal: The Story of the Trench
With a strike on the rock!
And the lights appeared!
And a smite on the block!
There’s no grief or fear!
In the fifth of the year
Deep in the Shawwal
Stirring hearts dug a trench
By the great Dhubab
Enemies far and near
Were conspiring high
To destroy the new faith
To observe it die
Outnumbered, facing death
Odds did not look good
But the hope did not die
And the Prophet stood
With a strike on the rock!
And the lights appeared!
And a smite on the block!
There’s no grief or fear!
Continue readingJoe And His Technicoloured Servers
Dear Father,
I don’t have much time, my sentencing is in a few days, so I will cut to the chase. I am sorry for not speaking to you or Benjamin throughout all of this. I have sent him a separate note… But now that I’ve had some time to think, I want to tell you about recent events from my point of view; from the way I have experienced things; in contrast to the secondary tales from social media (like The Net- I have much to say about them later).
As you know, your son, my older brother, has been spreading the news that I was attacked by a wolf and that I may never return. The wolf of insanity. He has told you all that he tried to help me, but I was dragged away by this fiend.
Continue readingDressing Up For Juma’
I’m dressing up for Juma’,
Suited and looking fine
No t-shirts nor tracksuits today
I want to impress the Divine
I yearn to get there early
And be acknowledged for
Arriving to the first in line
Angels tick me off at the door
Continue readingRihla 1997 and 1998: Paradigm Shifts in Nottingham and Fez
For me, a first year BA English Literature student at Kingston University in London, enclosed by quintessential Western atheism and hedonism; Bollywood bonanzas; Salafi, Sufi and Hizbut Tahrir skirmishes; Qadianis; Kozovo ‘Jihadis’; and Pakistani parental, tribal expectations; the prospect of the Rihla was rather intriguing and daunting.
Continue readingA RESPONSE TO WICKED LIES ABOUT THE PROPHET MUHAMMAD AND HIS BLESSED WIVES
I’m here to dismantle some wicked lies
About the Prophet and his blessed wives
Some haters promulgate misleading views
About Muhammad may God’s peace imbue
Propagandists echo their disgust
About our Prophet which is so unjust,
They scorn our feelings for the chosen one
Spreading misinformation to stir tensions
Continue readingWHAT IS ON THE MENU FOR SAHOOR?
WHAT IS ON THE MENU FOR SAHOOR?
Fried eggs sizzling, paratha from tandoor?
Buttered paratha in the shape of the full moon?
Paratha filled with succulent Aloo?
Now that would be so absolutely cool!
In Ramadan I just appreciate the food!
WHAT IS ON THE MENU FOR IFTAAR?
Biryani made with chicken and piyaar?
Mango milkshake, my wife is such a star!
Homemade samosa and pakora!
So spicy they would tantalise a Gora!
In Ramadan the food is best by far!
WHAT WILL BE MY WORSHIP FOR TARAWEE?
Speeding through rakats in such a hurry?
Coz I’m feeling bloated from the curry?
Head and heart pulsating in a flurry?
I need to sleep, Allah, I am so sorry!
In Ramadan, take your time, no need to worry!
“WHAT WILL THEY GAIN TONIGHT?” The angels surveyed.
“Nice suhoor? So, they feel strong at day?”
“Light Iftar, so they feel light to pray?”
“Recite Quran, to clear the disarray?”
“Staying up to perform Qiyam Al Layl?”
“In Ramadan, the nafs can fade away…”
“There’s no fear or grief from these pure days…”
Locked Down
One night as I sat
Shackled up by Facebook
The jitters from the Twitter
Filled my body and my face shook
The trap of the Whatsapp
Enwrapped my intentions
But a voice from beyond
Just arrested my attention
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu alayhi was sallam!
Locked down to the ground
Of the multiplicity
My heart was aground
A beleaguered city
Spellbound in the haze
Of my lusts’ euphoria
But the voice cleared away
The phantasmagoria
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu alayhi was sallam!
I arose with a heave
Enclosed by acedia
My head leaking facts
From the Wikipedia
My eyes bleeding tracks
From the social media
But the voice kindled me
I rejoiced with a fever
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallau alayhi wa sallam!
I strained to my door
To the ways of the speaker
My phone tingling
Making me feel weaker
My soul signalling
To awake like a seeker
The voice echoing
And the light shone brighter
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu alayhi wa sallam!
I followed the voice
In my mind’s metropolis
Approached by these hawkers
And hucksters and sophists
They plied me with gadgets
And pure luxuria
But the voice stirred me
Like the Queens of Nubia
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu alayhi was sallam!
Then beyond the display
Of my urban madness
A pistachio tree
I encountered with gladness
The limbs shivering
With the breezes of Oneness
The leaves whispering
Shimmering with abundance
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu Alayhi Wa Sallam!
The roots of the tree
Spoke to me in a dialect
The fruits of the tree
Was a map to redirect
“To find the essence
When you’re feeling remoteness
Recite this sentence
Tune in to the gnosis.”
Sallahu ala Muhammad! Sallahu Alayhi Was Sallam!