Violence, Injustice, Rejection, and Girl’s Restriction

It’s not your fault I keep on telling you
But you won’t listen; you choose to carve in your soul
Every time it hurts to live through it once more
Scream so you won’t have to listen to his voice
Try to sleep through the words that scream your imperfections
Everyday a blue print spells the date to his existence
And now you’re confined to a corner that is stained red
The only witness to this mess are his hands.

It’s not your fault; I try to instill your patience
But you won’t agree, you rather steal their vacations
Enjoying the souls they’re torturing on the stolen nation
Die, or dance your soul through a new contemplation.
A child grows up holding a certification of his death
Shackled in a world restricted to stand on his land
Confusion steers him to an illusion that freedom is in his hands
So he straps on of what’s left of him and lead their souls to be damned.

It’s not your fault, I screamed in your ears
But you won’t listen, you rather drown in your tears
She’s the one that found you when you hid in your corners
Hide, so your sadness won’t be reflected in her mirrors.
A boy whose heart was occupied before his time
He promised he will do the impossible for her dad to sign
Months of sweat and tears so he can present his love’s case
All was gone by her father’s “no” that was thrown at his face.

It’s not your fault that they misjudged you
But you won’t agree, you rather believe it too
Every ounce of Faith you clustered in your heart
A lie, they claim, it is but to parade the nonsense apart
A girl who chose her face to be covered forced to uncover
Her elders complained that she was forced by a lover
Bida’ they claimed, while most asserted it to be a sunna.Nay they said: A girl has no choice under the law.

BismiAllahi Al-Rahmani Al-Raheem

It is as if I just finished twirling with the dirvishes. The energy that surrounds me I want to embrace the world and lead it to its betterment.

Ever since I repressed myself from what used to fulfill my worldly needs I have changed, spiritually.

The hardest thing I had to give up was Music: The nonsense meditation on waste.
The easiest thing I had to do was reprogram my I POD to only consist of LECTURES by renounced Shuyukhs.

HERE I AM, hungry of islamic knowledge, thirsty of one more sip of Iman... Day and Night cannot stop listening to lectures and learn.

I want this to never stop...inshaAllah