Mom, Dad...I Hope You're Proud of Me

Tonight, I cracked open this heart
Climbed in
And began seeing your mark on the interior of my very being
Being so immersed within this soft, but tender heart
I found nothing but your mark being scattered everywhere
within me
Your love, your words, your advice
And your guidance as being like the staff of Moses
most powerful and revolutionary
Telling me to only strive for greatness and nothing less than the best
Instilling in me self-confidence and motivation
to reach for my dreams
and to mark up the walls of the world with my signature
change the place in which we call our home
and make revolutions flourish like wildfires
commit poetic crimes and be my own voice
have my own voice
seek to be nothing but a leader
strive in being nothing but myself
and to never allow anyone to slay me into silence
My parents, my loves
I dedicate these words to you
every pen-stroke
every sentence
every page
every tear that I have shed internally
because you are indeed apart of me
as I am apart of you
and that’s beautiful

Oh Lord, give these two individuals the best of this world and give them the best of the hereafter. Ameen.


“Don’t Plant Anything But Love”


As I experience life, I must admit that love is a powerful emotion and state of being. Love penetrates every person in every way of life and culture. The need in wanting to be with someone or to be loved is something familiar all across the board. We all understand that as human-beings that love can be exciting, but also painful. 

It stirs something up within us. It makes us reach for peaks and dreams. It drives us to the edge of something or sometimes nothing. It makes us frustrated and sometimes ecstatic. And it makes us hopeful for tomorrow. 

I can honestly say that love is something powerful and beautiful. And it would be a fallacy to say that love is anything but beautiful. Once it becomes something other than beautiful then can we truly call it love? Love can’t be placed in a box or classified according to a dictionary, but its abstract. We can’t define what love is or should be. The only thing that we are quite certain of is that its beautiful and it makes us spring from the lowest of places. 

And we shouldn’t plant anything but love in this quick and fast-paced world. Allah says in the Qur’an that he made different tribes and nations so that they can know one another, not despise each other. And I believe this is beautiful. Sometimes we forget that we are all here trying to do the same thing. Just survive and make the most out of our lives and our circumstances. 

So, the next time you encounter a person try to plant love and not hate. 

Change the World, My Friends!

Assalamu alaykom,

I am trying to move away from just wishful thinking and sometimes nonsensical postings on my blog. I believe the world is more than just a post on a blog or a status on Facebook. The world is always moving. There is not a second that there isn’t something happening- good or bad. In these seconds there are things occurring to something or someone. Some of these things you may or may not hear about in your daily newspapers or media-outlets. So, what does this mean to me or to us as a whole?

It means we have a responsibility. Our responsibilities are so great that it means we will have to give up some of the ways in which we live and how we think. The world is in such a wreck that we cannot afford to dismiss the issues that are happening right before us. 

According to BBC NEWS, “In pictures: Tanzanian girl’s long walk to education,” it is ” estimated that 29 million primary school-aged children, more than half of them girls, are out of school in Africa”.  This is a real issue affecting millions of families and girls. Furthermore, this affects us. We are all connected as a global-community.  Education is the one thing that many Westerners take for granted because it is so readily accessible and a changer of lives. However, if education is not accessible then what do you do? How does one view the world differently? What are other possible options? Many times, young girls are quickly wed at an early age when education is not accessible. Yes, this is only one issue out of many, but it is quite valid and important to discuss. 

I must admit that I do feel guilty to know that I sometimes skip classes at my university just because I didn’t feel like going. However, I understand now that this view of looking at education is egregious. I have a duty to understand that education is a privilege and not necessarily a right. And that I shouldn’t take education for granted. And if I do see a wrong I should strive to fix it.

The prophet Muhammad peace be upon him) said “If you see a wrong/evil then you have a duty to 1) stop it by using your hands 2) stop it by using your voice 3) stop it by hating it in your heart and this is the weakest of faith”

As a consumer of this global-community, I have a duty to change the world by first looking at the way in which I view the world. I must change myself. I must understand that my thinking is flawed because of the luxuries I have been given due to my place of residence. I’ve never had to walk for miles to get an education or walk for miles to get clean running-water. I’ve never had to deal with the strife of war in my home-country. I’ve never had to deal with being hungry. These have never been my own personal realities. However, these are the realities of individuals every single day on our planet. Yes, our planet. We are responsiblity for this planet. We have a duty to help and to shape the outcome of this place called our own. This planet is a shared space. A space that we all use and utilize. This is not a political post. This is not even a rally on wordpress. This is simply a stand against injustice. This is simply a call for equality. A call to change the world.

So, my friends…change the world. Have big ideas and go out and execute them!

For further enlightenment, please watch this beautiful video called “Baraka”. I watched this in my philosophy class. I think the video will spark something within you and get you thinking about the world around you.

Dance, My Daughter, Dance

You are so young, my daughter

I watch you dance amongst the prairie-grass and bumble-bees

As sun rays covers you in its sweet embrace

Your smile invites the birds to play

Your feet beckon the soil beneath them to follow while you lead

The wind races through your curly locks

Make your curls sway and rock to the rhythm of your dance, don’t stop

Your brown skin glows beautifully

Just like Bilal, the Abyssinian slave

The world around you will make you feel

Inferior, less, ugly

They will make you stop your dancing

Make you feel as if Allah has not honored you in this religion.

For you, my baby-girl, is a gem, a Muslim

Where racism is from Jahiliya, the past

Where your gender is not a father’s disgrace

Where your body will not be an open-book for the world to look upon

My daughter dance and never stop

Smile and twirl

Look towards the heavens and know that your lord

Has honored you