My Beloved.

The first time we met I was young and innocent, I fell inlove with you naturally, like it was meant to be. I loved you and you loved me, there was no compulsion in our union, it was simple and beautiful,just like you. Till date I don’t regret meeting you at my prime, I was younger and you were older but you didn’t take advantage of me, you held my hand all through and protected me from the evil eyes. When I got angry with anyone you calmed me down, you taught me how to smile at all times, I don’t really have the adequate vocabulary to describe you. If only people can really know you, if only they take their time to study you my beloved, then they will realise how special you really are. Please permit me to tell them your name, so they can come searching for you, though I would have loved to keep you to myself, but you have taught me to never be greedy and to share goodness with my fellow humans.
My beautiful “islam”.

Seyyid.

Poem: Saint and Sinner

I am not a saint
I am not a sinner

But I know I sinned
Long ago when I couldn’t see.
Trust me it didn’t feel good,
It only brought misery

It’s a mystery isn’t it?
What you ran after all this time,
Used your wealth, time & energy
Only turned out to be just a……
Miserable ending…..
a mystery.

Ok……
“So the devil never comes to you”, you say
He won’t come to you with two horns on his head
Or looking red,
Or looking like what you had imagined.
Or what came out of hell.

He comes to you in the form of your biggest desire,
He comes in a borrowed beautiful form,
A deceptive form,
A form you can’t  ignore,
A form that would let you drop your guard.

Some of us won’t recognize his ugliness,
That ugliness within,
Cos the mind would see only what it desires,
And neglect what looks like fire.

I am not a sinner
I am not a saint
But I tell you; God knows best.

POEM: Best Friend

You walked in even when everyone walked out,
You’re the only one i trust,
So why should I not desire,
and aspire,
to build an empire,
Not close to hell fire,
But close to my neighbors yard.

You have always been here,
So why should I be there,
Even at night when no one was here,
You stood by me through your thoughts and said you will be here,
Through out my life ,
You lightened my heart and gave me light,
Friends were far,
Family deferred,
But you i could find,
Have me in your heart even when the days are long,
cause it won’t be long,
Before we belong.

The pasts we can never forget,
But the future we look forward to,
Hold my hands and stay strong,
And I will wipe your tears
if I sense fears,
Now view your time,
Never forget this times,
Always remember this rhymes,
Remember the hypes,
as i will always be by your right,
You’re my best friend.

I Died On An Ordinary School Day

I came across this touching and beautifully witten post and concluded that I must share it with you Insha Allah.

   

    I died. At 18,I passed away. Last night,I prepared for
my advertising class, carefully ironing my pink shirt, I
rehearsed my speech for the practical class. Like
many other people, my whole world revolved round
the school. Chasing the ‘almighty’ first class, the
school was my life. Nothing else. Alas!as I rehearsed
for Aunty Yinka’s class, I paid no attention to the last
day of my life. The last night of my life.
    I was young, smart and full of energy. My innocence
and humility caught the attention of most
people.However, I was one ordinary girl. A library
major with no hobbies and a totally dead social life.
Apart from my ever broad smile, I offered the world
nothing else. With no name, fame or my ‘almighty
degree’, I slept and I haven’t woken up. I am never
going to wake up. I am dead.
  Confirming my death this Monday morning, the girls
on I-block retired to my room. I heard them calling
my name, screaming and shouting,swinging me back
and forth,pleading with me to wake up. Grief. Pain.
Sadness. I saw it all in their eyes. Too many who
didn’t know me had so much to say. She was too
young and gentle.Too pretty, they said amid tears.
They didn’t stop saying I was too young and pretty to
pass away but in the face of death, aren’t we equal?
On the death list, I have taken my turn!

   The news of my death soon spread like wildfire.
People called. They texted, tweeted,put it up on their
facebook walls and personal messages. Some others
took pictures and records of the sad event.

#RIP to the girl that committed suicide. #RIP to the girl who
died in Jaja today. #RIP to the girl that was poisoned…they put it up everywhere. Different stories of the news of my death.

How people came about all these stories is still beyond me!I never considered suicide.I wasn’t sick.Poisoned? No,I wasn’t. My death is still a mystery. A puzzle I cannot solve.

You cannot call my parents! I yelled! The Hall Warden
was already on the phone with them, then I realized I
am in a world of my own. I see the emptiness in the
heart of every single person I left behind. I have been
taken home. No,my body has been taken home. The
tears of the mother, the pain of the father. The
agony of bereaved parents. Just like them, I am
helpless. Cold and immovable.
    All my classmates were at Aunty Yinka’s advertising
class. For the fear of losing 10marks,they agreed that
life must go on. People have to die. Just what I would
have done. Sadly,I am the one who is dead, their
lives must go on. I am going to be buried, 6-feet. I
am aware that ants and worms down there will feast
on my pretty young body. How do they bite? Where
shall they begin to eat from? Fear.
    I have also read that the Almighty shall request for
the accounts of my short life. When last did I turn to
Him? Did I say my prayers last night? Did I not plan
to read The Book after lectures today? Alas!I did not
know the last time would be the last. I am in fear;
the fear of not finding peace down there.
     I am being prepared for my own burial,I am running
out of time to complete this piece. I am going ahead
to the next phase of my life, I hear that all my very
expensive clothes and shoes will be given out. Others
will be burnt. So that everyone can get me out of
their thinking and imagination. I will become history.
I might be forgotten!
     Before I drop my pen, I am not sure if I made the
best out my life. All the people I failed to forgive, the
past that I held on to and the future that I thought
was bright! Indeed,I forgot to live all the days of my
life to the fullest. Regrets. Pain. Fear.
I will soon be left with no friends, family, books and
toys. With my account with The Most High, I will be
all alone. I will be buried…SOURCE

POEM: I’m Islam.

Assalamu alaikum, may peace be upon you!
I’m Islam,
The religion of peace & ease
Islam is not hatred or adversity.

Hold on a minute,

I’m sure you are familiar with me,
Oh yes you’re,
You see me everyday in the news,
Been accused of things I didn’t do,

Are you amused or transfixed cause I’m been abused?

let me break it down for you,
Like my brother kadir rightly said,
In his last poem; i am not a terrorist

They say,
I have become a threat to the west to the world in wide,
I have been black listed,
Among the list of the rest to the west,
You know,
It sounds so funny when I’m been addressed as a terror,
Some even go far calling me an error,
They say i terrorise & create tension
that’s not my intention,
I don’t give out such instructions,
If you look at my obligations
You will see why I have great reputation,

I have obligated you to fast & pray,
& not discriminate,
I have obligated you not to hate & to lower your gaze,
For lustful eyes crystallize Into habit & habit solidifies into circumstance,
I tell you not to use harmful substance,
For the pain won’t subside,
it mostly lead to suicide,
I tell you to respect others religion,
and play with your wife during your leisure,
I tell you to be kind to others & never raise your hand on a woman,
I mean if I tell you that,
Why would you raise your hand on a human,

I have given you a holy book of truth,
Sent from up above your roof,
Yet you go from root to root searching for truth & then you end up been used,
I tell you not to kill unjustly.

You may call me a saint,

Yes I’m,
cause i’ve been sent by the Creator to the creations.

I’m not a preacher nor a teacher,
But I’m here to preach to those who are wretched & rich,
And among my messages to humanity is that vanity creates insanity.

Some take up the responsibility to defend my name,

in time of shame,

Some i permit ,some i do not,
For you will have a shade in hereafter if you are just.

BY ABDULKADIR JNR.

POEM: Dear Mama.

Oh mama,
words cannot describe how much i adore you,
your endless love & understanding,
you are the road path to which i see the world,
your ever everlasting devotion to my success is
undeniable,
in a meaningless chase of materialistic pursuit,
you used your incredible wisdom & wonderful insight in
guiding me.

Sometimes you piss me off ,
but i have never for one day stopped loving you,
I know how often i took you for granted,
yet i was never grounded,

You caved me a bear hug even when i was wayward,
Each time the world let me down as tears run down my
cheeks,
you kissed me in the forehead & stood by me,
you understood every word i did not say”

Looking deep down in your loving eyes,
all i see is everlasting love with no boundaries,
you hold a mirror to which my future lies,
i can’t imagine a world without you,
i rather die than see u cry,
i will never forsake you mom,
nor condemn you as i age,

How will i forget the pain you went through,
the unbearable miserable feeling of pregnancy,
the sleepless nights i gave you,
they shall not be in vain,
Each time i see you laughing it gives me inner joy,
It feels like a blessing,
not everyone is opportuned to have someone like you,
i will keep loving you till i take my last breath!

POEM: ABORTION.

Oh mother,
what have i done to deserve this destruction,
this humiliation is beyond my imagination,
you have no idea how much i prayed for my existance,
yet you used those substances,

those gloss illegal narcotics given to you by that man across the street.

Still you weren’t satisfied,
you went to that man in white,
as he made complete mess of me,
you killed my dreams & aspiration within mintines,
due to your desperation,
you deprived me from that place called earth,

In every breath of yours,
I was few steps closer in achieving my dreams,
I guess it’s too late to change the belly of origin.

We shall meet another day,
the day i get to live again for eternity.

I forgive you,
but pray to the creator for forgiveness,
For he gave you goodness,
And you had it wasted.

I’m a witness,

It’s time to say goodbye,
I wish i could buy more time,

to converse with the mother i never had nor saw.

DEDICATED TO ALL THE CHILDREN

Poem: FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN

Every night i lay in my bed,
thinking,
trying to picture what tomorrow will bring,

But these visions have limitations to what lay ahead,
Mass destruction of the mind, very hard to hide,
what is it that i fear most?
i don’t know,

These dreams can’t be interpreted,
a state of entropy i’m in,

Day dreaming of a glossy life,
In silence and tranquillity,
at night so glum as a glue,

or am i scared of the future responsibilities that awaits?
It may be near when it seems so far,
Is that what i truly fear?
i can hear myself think,
as i feel my inner voice grating on my nerves,
this sincere tone & eloquent words arousing me to reality,

My head propped up on both side,
realizing the thing i fear most is been me,
these words are brewing in my mind,
Or is it the mistakes i have made due to human fallibility?

i can’t keep wallowing sentimentally,
due to the fear of the unknown,
All i have to do is focus on the future,
Inorder not to jeopardize what lays head,

Its time i confide in Him[Allah],
Life will always have its twist and turns.

POEM: MY NAME IS ISLAM.

Let me, introduce myself.

My name, is Islam.

The root word of peace- Salam,

Or even salema- meaning submission.

Which to a Muslim, is like his tuition.

It’s his ticket in,

But before I begin,

Let me greet you, like I’m supposed to do,

So Assalamu alaikum, may peace be upon you!

You know?It’s kinda’ funny…

I’m accused of oppressing, when really I’m oppressed.

I’ve become on the list of things to detest.

I’m screamed in rage, in almost every protest,

& I’ve become the “red scare”, a “threat to the west”.

You see?

If you look at me, and all my obligations,

You’ll see why I have such a great population,

It’s cause there’s the motivation,

And that sense of inspiration,

That keeps “Muslim” as their occupation.

To me, being a good Muslim means being a good person.

‘cause I’ll never ask you to kill or to slay,

Or to lie at least 5 times a day.

I’ll never ask you steal, or to hate,

Or to swear or discriminate.

I actually tell you to smile to everyone you see,

Cause a smile’s the best form of charity.

I tell you to not smoke and not to drink,

To stay clean and take showers so you simply don’t stink.

I tell you to care for animals and treat them with care,

So yes, I’m against animal testing & abuse in case you weren’t aware.

I tell you to treat those who treat you bitter…better.

I tell you not to be mad at someone for more than 3 days,

I tell you to respect women and lower your gaze.

I tell you that paradise lies under the feet of your mother,

I tell you to passionately love your significant other.

I tell you to never mistreat your wife!

I mean…if I tell you to care for animals, then what about the love of your life?

I tell you to be precious, and save yourself for the “one”.

So you don’t keep giving yourself away…till you’re literally done.

I tell you to be moderate and that balance is key,

Just in the middle is the perfect place to be.

I tell you to excel in all that you do,

From that essay to that slam-dunk too!

I tell you to clear your ignorance and to never judge,

To love for your bro what you love for yourself; & to never hold a grudge.

I tell you how to be a good person. A person of peace, and a person of love.

-&

They say I’m a terrorist,

An extremist.

And you know what? I am.

I am a terrorist; I terrorize terror,

I kill injustice to make this world fairer.

I am an extremist; I am extremely kind.

So beware of my extreme benevolence, to all of mankind.

Yes, there are those who kill and bomb in my name,

But if i don’t approve, then why am i to be blamed?

In every religion, you’ll find those who abuse it,

Thinking they have a permit,

To do wrong.

A religion maybe perfect, but the followers may not be.

So when mine commit mistakes, don’t blame it on me.

I give what I got, and what I got is good.

So if they do otherwise…they misunderstood.

& I’m not here to preach, I’m only here to teach.

I’m a professor in politics, economy and sociology.

In manners and etiquette, I got my PHD.

To all my teachings, I have two sources.

The book of God

, and the words of the prophet are my resources.

I teach for free and to whoever desires to learn,

It’s all for the sake of Allah

, I ask for nothing in return.

& Listen,

I’m not here to convert, but just to clear misconceptions.

With the way I’m viewed and my common perception.

Because yes, it hurts when I’m literally abused,

By some, who do it for pleasure, just to be amused.

& By some, who just follow the “trend” cause they’re clearly confused.

In a nutshell, my name is Islam,

And everything I do, goes back to Salam,

… Peace.

& so as your prof, I need to make sure you pass this test called Life.

POEM:LOST.

Sometimes i don’t even know how i feel,

It feels like the mountain have been mounted upon me,

the views are becoming blurring,

My heart keeps melting every night
as these problems accumulate in 4 letters, “Lost”

My life is a puzzle,
i need someone to break it down,

My heart is fragile,
be careful how you handle me,
My words are becoming empty,
please understand how i feel,

i look minor when i stare in the mirror,
you can hardly tell cause this pain feast on my soul
It hurts me, it bite’s me, it consumes me

i only look up to the provider,

as i wait for directions,

My heart keeps crashing,
when those memories trigger my emotion,

i need someone to believe in me,
Someone who won’t judge me by my mistakes & errors,

These tears won’t let me think straight,
If you are to count my tears in numbers and figures ,
you would probably be going to a million

My head keeps running in circles,
i need directions to the finish line
Truly lost am i in a huge world,
Every step forward looks like I’m on reverse,
i need to look ahead this obstacles in other to revive myself,

You think you know how i feel?
How about been shot 55times without bleeding?
Apparently that’s how i feel,

My future may be shining ,
But i have to trace the light,
in order not to be caught in darkness

You all said you were gonna be here,
i trusted you,
Yet again I’m here all alone with my shadow,

When i cry i bleed,
When i bleed i pen,
Life kicks me like a ball,
Plays me like a tennis,
Takes me up & down like a roller coaster,

The curtain maybe closing on me,
but there is a brighter day above this walls,

Every night is a stormy night,
as these tears form a deep ocean
enough to drown a fast boat,

The past i will never forget,
Tomorrow i look forward to,
Life is but a moment,
i can’t keep wallowing sentimentally to this statement of expression,
Cause my intention has always been my reaction,

i am running out of ink,
i think life is becoming so cruel everyday,
i will continue to pen these words,
till i know exactly how i feel,
I’m going back to the start,
to the guidance of Allah.

By Abdulkadir jnr.

POEM: I’M NOT A TERRORIST.

What’s your name?
Abubakar salim bin jahedee
sorry sir you will have to step back,
Bloody hypocrites,
how does my religion connect to terrorism,
I’m just a tourist in your territory,
no doubt,
my fellow brothers who dress like me,
act upon their anger due to ignorance,
and the quest for freedom ,peace& justice,
Just see,
What a curious coincides that is,
-but does that make me a terrorist?
Islam’s a religion of peace,
yet they propagate islam with bad image,
Which is a huge damage,
Who’s involved in horrendous crimes,
Who oppresses mere harmless civilians?
When we retaliate the world begins to hate and start
generalizing,
without realizing what conspired,
-does that make me a terrorist?
Its we muslims who suffer from terrorism,
all around the globe,
Terrorizing and vandalising isn’t islam heritage,
Impressed and obsessed you are with your TV,
believing the twisted story as it gets to you with no atom
of truth,
Corrupted by silly illusions,
Apportioning blame on hopeless islamist seeking for
peace,
Do you still think i’m a terrorist?
Develop some form of reservation when you call us
terrorists,
I need not to speak through my nose,
before you know islam is against all kinds of injustice,
-How can I be a terrorist then?
Innocent muslims die everyday,
In the hands of american soldiers
yet we are never part of the mainstream news.
No one cares,
Take a soul of an american citizen,
Then the whole world will point at muslims as terrorist,
how tragic,
-does that make me a terrorist?
As a Reflection & manifestation,
Of an expression to the element of truth,
My Quran says,
you with your religion & me with my religion,
-does that sound like words of a terrorist?
I dress in the most noblest of form,
Yet you criticize me while you breed monsters in your
country,
Man to woman, woman to man all in the name of
civilization,
All these leaves me spellbound,speechless & riveted
In loneliness and seclusion,
Reflect over the word terrorism,
And you will see it has no connection with islam,
i’m a muslim not a terrorist.

POEM: CHILDREN RAISING CHILDREN.

Late in december i remember,
So vividly when every member of some Malian families
were falsely executed,
Kids were left out,
too young to see their mama & papa
Slaughtered all in the name of war,
Responsibilities accumulated,
yet no accommodation nor education,
hustling for survival under the hot sunny harsh weather,
life is such a roller coaster,
now i believe in the book things fall apart,
I remember the last word mama said,
as she held tight and whispered in an emotional
breakdown,
Never let the scars change who you are,
but let them determine who you become,
this words have been buried inside me,
Lord please see me through,
this can’t be true,
i have been through a lot,
but still not enough to fill the pot,
my pain is real,
Imagine a world of children raising children,
feeling of being left behind and how life isn’t
perfect,
but in the end we can always move on,
Each day I would close my eyes and pray,
hoping the world would see our pictures,
and feel our pain as they stare within inches,
but its all fairly-tale,
As mama said, its a world of injustice,
we only look up to the provider,
Let the body suffer the pain,
there’s always a brighter day,
at the end of the day!

POEM: Jannah.

Jannah forever and ever an eternity,
only to those who invest their ability & time,
on profitable dignity,
Jannah calls yet we decline,
and still in line with worldly activities,
deceived by worldly pleasures of hidden fantasies,
vanity upon vanity,
a soul is lost,
It all vanishes,
on this memorable momentous moment,
open your mind to reality,
and strive for jannah
for truly the thrones and crown await,
It seems so far but yet so close,
Which of the favor of the lord can you deny?
Bricks made of silver & gold
Mansions on mansions,
You can mention,
rivers flowing in btw
All these to the believer, with good intentions,
Every single thing,
at your finger tip,
river with water, milk,honey and wine,
all for the believers,
fruits hanging in rows,
You may call it fairy tale,
Weigh it on a scale and it will prevail,
Which of the favor of the lord can you deny?
No time limit,
No limitation,
to any incantation,
Every structure is based on your satisfaction,
Gone is pain & battle for fame,
Use your brain and don’t be lame
The worldly goodies have nothing to offer,
Its just in vain,
Save yourself jannah nd avoid the shame,
Insane you are,
If you are still on a journey for fortune in dunyah,
You will fumble & stumble,
remain humble,
For the prize of hereafter,
Is better than the world and everything in it.

By Abdulkadir jnr

POEM: THE UNJUST.

As the sun reaches it zenith & the moon becomes full,
Soldiers are deployed at various point,
Allowing their thought to wander away into ephemeral violence,
Well armed, Red pointers at human sight,
killing in the pretence of liberation,
Defenceless civilians murdered in sight,
I don’t have the adequate vocabulary to constructively &
emotionally create that atmosphere,.
As a poet they don’t mind if I make a sound But it’s a
real problem if I ever get too loud,
It enrages me,
I’m bitterly miffed,
Imagine the agony, stress, depression & tension they
are going through, Let’s be factual,
Their based desire & legitimate purpose is to associate ,affiliate & standardize us as terrorist,
They come in front of our tv & give us speech our
forefathers have never heard of,
Humanity in it eternity have been blindfolded & deviated from the truth,
They have become the fixed & Luminous center around
which innumerable lifestyle revolves, Civilization will not
lead mankind to insanity,
It feels good to be in power ,
But a day will come when they will ponder, reflect & introspect,
but their reflection will be to no avail,
Reflect over what I say, In silence & tranquillity,
We may be on a Long arduous journey,
But victory is to the oppressed,
Categorically & selectively speaking ,
It will become a practical reality,
Innocent souls are been lost everyday,
In pakistan,Syria,Iraq,Iran
Yet the conference continues,
Killings intensifies,
Women are murdered,
Fathers are slaughtered,
Kids are held captive some rigorously excluded, Without
them labouring humanity searching for peace will perish,
It’s a sad time we live in,
Educated leaders with no heart of human sympathy,
Acting upon their based desires & ego,
You may call this character assassination,
I call it supreme words of justice ,
Only time will tell who is the true terrorist.

Almighty Allah says: “And when it is said to them,
“Do not cause corruption on the earth,” they say, “We are but reformers.”
Al-Quran (2:11).

By Abdulkadir Jnr.

A visit from above

It was early in the morning at four,
When someone knocked upon a bedroom door.

Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I’m Malkul Maut, let me inside.
At once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweating in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife,
Don’t let him take away my life.
Please go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone; I’m not ready yet.
My parents and family on me depends,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!
The angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I’ll take your life without a pain,
Tis your soul Allah requires,
I come not with my own desires..
Bewildered, the man began to cry,
O Angel I’m so afraid to die,
I’ll give you gold and be your slave,
Don’t send me to the unlit grave.
Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,
Open the door; get up from your bed,
If you do not allow me in,
I will walk through it, like a Jinn.
The man held a gun in his hand,
Ready to defy the Angel’s stand..
I’ll point my gun, towards your head,
You dare come in; I’ll shoot you dead.
By now the Angel was in the room,
Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.
Foolish man, Angels never die,
Put down your gun and do not sigh.
Why are you afraid! Tell me O man
To die according to Allah’s plan?
Come smile at me, do not be grim,
Be Happy, to return to Him.
O Angel! I bow my head in shame;
I had no time to take Allah’s Name.
From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,
Not even caring for my own health.
Allah’s command I never obeyed,
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
Ramadan came and a Ramadan went,
But I had no time to repent.
The Hajj was already FARD on me,
But I would not part with my money.
All charities I did ignore,
Taking usury more and more.
Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine,
With flirting women I sat to dine…
O Angel! I appeal to you,
Spare my life for a year or two.
The Laws of Quran I will obey,
I’ll begin my SALAT this very day.
My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,
And keep away from self-conceit.
I will refrain from usury,
And give all my wealth to charity,
Wine and wenches I will detest,
Allah’s oneness I will attest.
We Angels do what Allah demands,
We cannot go against His commands..
Death is ordained for everyone,
Father, mother, daughter or son.
i’m afraid this moment is your last,
Now be reminded, of your past,
do understand your dreadful fears,
But it is now too late for your tears.
You lived in this world, two score and more,
Never did to you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away.
Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making many more Muslims,
You made your children non-Muslims?
You did ignore the Mua’dhin Adhaan,
Nor did you read the Holy Quran.
Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting friends, and causing strife.
From hoarded goods,great profits you made,
And for your poor workers, you underpaid.
Horses and cars were your leisure,
Moneymaking was your pleasure.
You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
With the very sick, you never sat.
A pint of blood you never gave,
Which could a little baby save?
O Human, you have done enough wrong,
You bought good properties for a song.
When the farmers appealed to you,
You did not have mercy, is true.
Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
There is no time for you to repent,
I’ll take your soul for which I am sent.
The ending however, is very sad,
Eventually the man became mad
With a cry, he jumped out of bed,
And suddenly, he fell down dead.
O Reader! Take moral from here,
You never know your end may be near
Change your living and make amends
For heaven, on your deeds depends.
if this poem inspires you,
It can help someone too.
This poem may change many lives,
And Allah may have for you a great surprise..