You can never change the world in a lifetime, but you can change a world in one moment.

Friends and Foes will wish for your downfall, congratulate them for bestowing God's favour upon you, and go ahead to pray for their recovery.

I would feel rich because content resides in my heart. I would feel poor because money is the only thing I possess.

Build forts, fortresses and empires and they may remain even when you're gone. Build libraries and legacies, and you may remain forever even after your soul departs. Men die, legends live forever.

What is the worth of a beautiful rose garden without sharp prickly thorns?

You will not be able to fully understand a man until after he has been subjected to power, riches and rank

People usually pontificate; Compassion is a gesture of the coward, and a trait of weakness. But what is the blabbering of mere mortal men compared to the applause of great Heaven?

What would it profit a man to criticise the rights of others, in preference to pitying his own wrongs?

Every single person must have a degree of shyness and modesty; otherwise, their reputation will be a cheap sale

In life, look at those below you not to feel proud, but to feel content. Look at those above you not to feel jealous, but to feel inspired

Character is contagious, spreads like a cancer, but rather more dangerous; it’s influence can neither be seen, nor felt nor diagnosed

Alarm clocks do not awake men… God does

The greediest person must be the one who fails to share a smile… a man, consistent in in wearing a scowl

Don’t let your belief in God be a faint tale told to you by society, find it from within the depths of your heart.

God crafted time-machines in our minds; our memories, so that we can return to the past and our aspirations so that we can travel to the future

Walls have ears and they are good gossips too

Men have broken more trust than they have broken glasses

The tongue has slayed more men than swords

The best safe in the world is the mind. Your secret is safely guaranteed within your mind, worry only about your tongue

The blemishes of the many politicians have tainted the reputation of the few good ones

Every great empire started from a small lingering thought

A man who is lazy to think is much worse than one who is lazy to work

Footsteps leave trails of man’s existence; nature leaves a conspicuous trail of God’s existence.

Ignorance is a chronic disease. Unfortunately we were all born into complete ignorance. By time, we are all afflicted at a certain degree. Unquestionably, there is no cure, but by the remnants of knowledge that we seek, we will heal ourselves.

Not every untruth is a lie; misconceptions, deceptions and illusions are one of the few unforgotten forms.

We all can't deny; our lives are fashioned by societies wardrobe. Inspiration is the best shoes, walk in them and leave great footprints. Virtues are the best adornments, wear them and set the best trends.

Sometimes we men are predators, we prey on each others' weaknesses. But most surprisingly is when virtues are mistaken for weaknesses. Maybe a mirage to men but undoubtedly a great service to Heaven.

What would it profit a man to criticise the rights of others, when he should be pitying his own wrongs?

Without language, my thoughts wouldn't find it's way into your mind, nor will yours find it's way into my understanding... Speech wouldn't exist, the tongue would only have a sense of taste and the world be a boring place filled with deadly silence.

The brightest memories and the darkest secrets reside in the depths of the mind. The mind is the best safe for all secrets, and the only key to it is the tongue... Speech. People only get to your mind, through your own-self.

Man's Companion... Mother of Mankind

If there was no woman, there would be no child, there would be no humanity and the entire human race would've been buried in the earth along with one man.

Coincidence is a gift with no ribbons adorning it, sent by God and delivered by destiny

Thinking is having a conversation
With your own self without moving your lips.

Beauty is a blessing and a curse; a blessing that is exiled by pride and a curse that is cured by humility.

Let a man prefer praying for happiness to praying for wealth and riches. For verily one who is wealthiest can neither borrow a piece of mind, nor purchase a remedy to sorrow nor can he satisfy his insatiable materialistic needs. Content is gratitude to God ,and a relief to mankind.

They might be able to imprison you for a lifetime, but not even for a second can they be able to incarcerate your thoughts.

Camouflage

Sometimes acting naive and oblivious is a camouflage, where you hide in plain sight by acting dumb. And then watch others expose themselves by trying so hard to prove they're smarter... Sometimes hiding your strengths is not a weakness.

Let nobody ever be blamed for killing your own legacy. You're the only one whose finger is on the trigger.

The recurrence of one particular event only refutes the possibility that it first happened by chance.

Silence & Ambience

If your silence and absence doesn't alert their attention, then your ambience and presence never found their way into their hearts. Sometimes you're just a faint shade of memory, sometimes you're a lot more...

The difference between men and beast doesn't lie in intelligence... It isPURPOSE! Otherwise we are just the same living things; fragile creatures born to die and mortal souls limited by confines of Time... What is the purpose of your Life?

Inception

An inspiring thought for a believer and a challenging one for the otherwise; Intelligence and invention are not borne by mere fluke and sporadic conjecture. A Tornado doesn't sail into a junk yard and assembly a Boeing 747, neither did the Eiffel Tower erect itself, nor did the Great Wall of China build itself. Every trait of intelligence has an inception. This universe was fashioned with infinite intelligence and wonderul complexities free of any flaw... And God is the architect, the creator.

Glories & Follies

Sometimes... I am not frightened that I will fail or fall in my ascension to glory... I am just terrified that I'll give up and witness the autopsy of my own legacy.

Let them frame you up and hang you in the public eye, but picture yourself making it. One picture is worth a 1000 words; Mona Lisa has won the attention of a few critics, but she has been acclaimed several more compliments. And that makes a perfect picture; A few sketches of Blemishes. Criticisms exposes recognition...

Beautiful Imperfection

I love your imperfection, it reminds me of God's perfection; How he put lapses in you to make everything perfect. There's so much beauty in your mistakes and so much suspense in your tendencies. And suspense is much fun when one cannot predict. I love your flaws, they inspire my strength in forgiveness and fuel my mercy. And your regrets? they're my rear-view mirrors. Silence wouldn't mean much if there was no noise. What is the worth of roses if there were no thorns to prick our consicience? What would I have to learn if everything was perfect? Your imperfection reminds me that I'm human... The mercy of God doesn't dwell amongst the Perfect, it lingers among the imperfect. Are we not blessed then?!

The extremes of Patience

Patience... It is a skill; if you're too patient, clear opportunities will pass your vision by while you are busy waiting. If you're too desperate you'd make the wrong decisions. In both cases, there are mistakes and regret-filled lessons... And yes, at most times it'll be too late to make it up for the loss. Before you take a step, balance your patience first.

I've failed so many a times am now building a bridge out of the wrecks of failure to success.

Never curse your destiny; sometimes the accidents and mistakes you bump into could be the beginning of a fortune and the opportunity that flees your pursuit could be the end of a misfortune

Why prefer falling so easily to be a loser to struggling so hard to be a champion?

Success Story

Sometimes I feel like giving up, feel like dropping my pen, feel like i should stop knocking and walk away from the door. Sometimes i feel like agreeing with these cynics and pessimists. I feel like saying its enough, but I ask myself; why prefer falling so easily to be a loser to struggling so
hard to be a champion? They say that the moment you give up is when you are just a breath away from the finish line. I've failed so many times I'm building a bridge out of the wreck to success. Rumi said; what you seeking is seeking you. Desperacy has been pickpocketing on my dreams, I'm losing a lot of patience. Dear Lord, though I can take steps, I have no idea which path to take, I have no map, I have no idea how far but I trust that you'll summon Success to seek me wherever it can find me at the rendezvous time... Never give up on a good cause if it's worth it. Sometimes I'm not Frightened that I may fail, I'm just terrified that I gave up and watch my own legacy burn to ashes.

Armour of God

I went to war with no shield, no sword and no armour. And I marched home undefeated, victorious without battle scars or an obituary. My foes waved the white flag, yet I hadn't faced them with an army... I faced them with God

The wonder Book

Revelations: revelations that borne blessings and alleviate curses... That addresses thoughts, a gift to mankind, lessons of which there's no similitude, perfection that has no contender. If I had all the words, together with the help of the world's libraries, the oceans as ink, and a several thousand quills, I still wouldn't be able to provide even a sketch of this perfect picture. They say that we are all slaves in different kinds, but I feel chains falling of when I am reading this book. It clothes my naked mind and nourish my sacred thoughts. It has no chronological order; past, present and future all intertwined in one masterpiece. With clear signs bigger than science, beautiful literature that'll blow the mind of renowned poets. With these words, I haven't even thought of taking a single step to match the excellence of this beautiful scripture. The definition of true religion, void of contradictions, errors and human intervention. A book sent to illuminate billions and memorised by millions. So we ask ourselves, how could this be the work of man? They say mankind is haunted by the vastness if eternity, but this book lives in the annals of history and will echoe throughout the millenia, generations and eternity to forever be cherished by believers andd memorised by strangers in one language that will frontier the unison of beautiful religion. A book that will always speaks for itself. Quran is a wonder... Put it to test of you will!

Lessons in a mistake

They ask me; "why did you waste a lot of time on a single mistake?"... I replied "I just wasted a lot of time in learning a couple of lessons"

Success

Success is beautiful. sometimes, it is a beautiful veil that shields our vision from the reality of things... Adversity introduces you to yourself and the people around you. Failure is a bridge to success.

There are several times when men have made fortunes by the cause of a mistake or an accident. Sometimes, There's always some positive side or a negative thing.

Open mind

Keep an open mind and it'd either Become a gift box or a trash bin.

Corpse or wine

By my Lord, It's either my life is like a corpse or like pure wine; it's either I'm getting worse or better with time like the stench or the taste!

Amazing Amazon

Never denounce your potential... Even the mighty Amazon forest rose from a filthy soil, and before that... It was nothing worthy of mentioning!

Ladder Of Life

In the ladder of life, some are above us not for us to wish for their downfall or pull them down in selfish envy but as an offer of motivation and vision to reach higher heights... Some are beneath our feet not for us to look down and flex our pride but to shed the light humility and perhaps offer a helping hand.

Envy and Inspiration are alike; they both drive some urge. victims of both all have that dying urge to live up to someone who's greater than themselves. The difference is; inspiration says in a curious tone "how did he get there?" And envy says in a sore tone "why did he get there?" the former will get you somewhere, the latter will get you nowhere

The Craft of Peer influence

I've been trying to fight this persistent resistance
The resistance of trying to fit into society's wardrobe
Where I would have to walk in the shoes of the culture it has fashioned
The craft of peer influence...
I'm falling victim to this revolution
I'm falling victim to change
I have been mesmerized by this abstract piece of art
And in my head, there's always this same uninvited cunning guest
Whose hissing voice is always nothing but a shrill whisper
But rather so loud enough to awaken all my desires from slumber
It's always says "feel free to do it, everybody is doing it anyways"
So then I'm trying to consider this advice
Of course if it isn't true, why am I feeling like an outcast?
Or a coward filled with so much shyness
Religion is the fuel that ignites the engine of conscience.
If I can't break these rules, everybody else is bending them
Peer influence seasoned with temptation; that is what is leaning on my mind's doorbell
And for a moment my disobedience killed my conscience...
Now I'm marooned in vulnerability and insecurity
A Perfect scene to commit a sin
I could probably be disturbing the environment by the exhaust of kush (weed) in the air
Probably giving my liver so much stress with strong liquor
Probably giving away my virginity away like it's cheap gossip
Probably increasing my currency value out of a single 419
Probably be a top player, winning concubines without any penalty
Probably just living life cos it's a trend that everybody follows
That's the fashion these days; follow the masses
What happened to the sight of my judgement? Every thing that seemed bad to me now seems okay if not good.
Now I can't even show up at a local mosque
They'd be framing me up with sarcastic names, picture me being mocked
Why should I be bothered the least?
Why am i being a puppet of societal criticisms?
I should be one in a million
The influence in my life should be free of sporadic judgements.
I'm fighting this resistance... I'm at war with peer influence.
So help me God...

A Beautiful Mind

Isn't it miraculous? That in a moment, there are invariable infinite thoughts and ideas firing in your mind from origins of which you know not? Each of which could sprout into several matrices of possibilities connecting to many many others, all governed by the relativity of time and space. But then, will the choice of every action be just mere intuition or will it be a matter of probability and deliberation? Every encounter defines a new potential direction. I believe our paths did not cross each other without a reason; our fates are intertwined in a beautiful way that makes everything whole in a complete and perfect sense. We are all connected to one another in an oblivious way, a correlated network of permutations of which no entity can ever compute. Your actions will not only effect your life, it'll echo and influence others. Like the roll of a dice, the toss of a coin or the sliding of a fortune wheel, what are the chances that successes and opportunities will be fleeing you, and what are the chances that trouble and misfortune will be seeking you? What are the chances that you'll be that one out of a million sperm that will reside in a particular womb? Born with a silver spoon, born into a particular room or born into penury? Though we're linked by events of the past, the consequences of our actions will forever ripple throughout a considerable expanse of humanity and eternity even when we're gone. Destiny will forever be a mystery, the phenomenon that determines the course of our lives. Will we then say that our destiny lies in our own hands?. Is it not miraculous that your fortune could change in just a moment?

If you say you don't trust words but trust actions, then, you probably have met liars but haven't met hypocrites yet.

Revenge

Revenge is sweet, it always puts you on an even scale. Sometimes it is dangerous; they say that when you seek it, dig two graves. But at all times, the best form of revenge is forgiveness... Forgive and let their conscience haunt them or you can just wait for Karma to show up!

Yesterday you were behind me, i was taking a bullet for you, today I'm taking another bullet, this time you're the shooter. Why did you pull the trigger?... How possible could my tremendous sacrifice be repaid with a silent betrayal?! Isn't this world such a cruel place?

After Time, your most priceless asset should be your mind; it is more than a mine, it is the foundation of every empire. They can imprison you for life but they can never incarcerate your thoughts for a minute. And indeed it is the best safe for your secrets... And the only key to it is your Tongue or your pen... Nothing but Your own confession.

Mystery

Love; it is gentle, warm, calm, kind, merciful, serene, peaceful and a light. Isn't it rather mysterious then, that this same wonderful emotion can spawn hate, jealousy, malice, greed, hypocrisy and darkness? It's like a kindled fire; it provides you warmth and heat, but it can also burn you down to ashes. The love of power lies in the power of love... Kindle with care!

The Atom and the Universe

If only we knew the worth of an Atom's weight and the vastness of the Universe, then we'd have a clue, then we'd have an idea as to how to evaluate the greatness of God... Until then, it'll forever be beyond our infinite imagination... Beyond the comprehension of our beautiful minds.

Sometimes you feel unfavoured because you missed the plane flight, only to find out later that you missed the plane crash too. Sometimes, a blessing is just seeking you in an awkward way... And sometimes, a misfortune is just neglecting you in a beautiful way... whiles you perceive it not.
Everything happens for a reason...

Niche

Sometimes Life is like this niche called a Law Court; where we treat God like a lawyer and go to him only when we have problems... And some become judges when in the first place we all should've been reminded that God is everybody's witness.

Amnesia & Nostalgia

It's unfortunately true; we live in a life where we remember flaws barely more than we forget favours. It would be a miracle if we could catch amnesia on the shortcomings as much as we're nostalgic about the services rendered us... If only we would appreciate and forgive more than we judge and criticise.

Sometimes I get lost, I get frustrated, I catch amnesia on God's infinite blessings and Ingratitude holds me hostage... The only way I can free myself is when I say "Alhamdulilah (All praises due to God)".
God forgive me for my ingratitude...

Knowledge Is Power

Knowledge and Ignorance are two contrasting realms. Each causes the deficiency of the other; it'll either cost you or pay you. The rich and powerful do not only use knowledge/wisdom, they also utilise the ignorance of others, they'll use it as bait and they'll feed from the exploits.

Every single time someone disrespects your dream by proclaiming that you can't and wouldn't get there... Please thank them... It's a sign... It's a prophecy that you'll achieve something beyond your aspirations If you keep believing in God and pushing hard!

one day you might just turn your back only to realize that you walked away from true wealth whiles you were busy lusting after money... just because you were too desperate and that blurred your vision. Be patient... Patience alleviates regret.

I pray that one day me and my people will Tower above all the insecurities and grief like the Eiffel... that even at sky heights we'd still look up to Pedestrians for Inspiration... and that we'd leave our egos in the ground... Buried in the dirt. That we'll still remember our roots, that we'll still be family, a family tree that wouldn't wilt and shed it's leaves

If the room is too dark, look around; if there is no optimist around, then there's probably a pessimist relaxing on your couch!

Silence is beautiful; like look at how many wars we've saved because we denied our tongues...
Silence, sometimes, is dangerous; how many revolutions has passed us by because we couldn't break our silence .... Actions speak louder than words, silence is an action!!

When we were all young, I never heard anyone say they wanted to grow up and become a critic... It's funny, we grown up now and the whole place is filled with critics

The greatest things in life are the ones that aren't seen, but the ones that are felt, the ones we are blind to... And I ain't talking about reading braille!

Karma

Karma is not a waitress but she will surely serve us all...
There's no menu, everybody gets served according to what he/she deserves!
Either its Nirvana or poetic justice.

Faith And Fear

Faith and grief are two contrasting emotions, such that when one thrives, the other suffers. When one's heart is clothed with too much grief, he becomes a profound pessimist. And whenever there's a pessimist in a room, it shall see no light but darkness. Faith is the light that makes the best optimist, but mind you, sometimes Fear is useful... Fear makes you human... The fear of God fuels Bravery.

Time Machine

Time... Time is a mystery that will forever plague mankind. Sometimes regrets prompts us to visit the past, and curiosity prompts us to go to the future. What If we all had a chance to make this voyage, wouldn't the future and the past be a crowded and busy realm with people trying to change their destinies?and wouldn't the present be a deserted place filled with emptiness and silence?
We don't need time machines, we already have... In our minds; our memories and aspirations.
A man changes his destiny by praying to God.

There are men whom when they spend from their wealth, it decreases and there are men whom when they spend from their wealth, it increases... And i am not talking about financial investment and stocks. The secret is charity, because, the returns will come from God Himself in margins that will exceed your comprehension.

Heart And Vase

I saw the charm
I saw the sparkle
I lost all my senses but sight
She caught my attention, everything else was noise and irrelevance
She was the most beautiful glass vase from the outside
So I poured out my heart to her... till it overflew its brim
She shed blood... my blood
The leaking only showed how severely perforated she was
Like a sieve... It only took time for everything to drain... Nothing remained.
As it dripped gradually and slowly, so did my hope.
There was blood gliding on the floor
Marking the trails of the love that i had poured forth
I fell in love...
I fell in love with this world.
I set my expectations high like a kite
But disappointment rained down on me like cats and dogs
I put my trust in the wrong places... On the wrong bases
Poured it out into perforated vases
I didn't know if i should walk out of the door
Or leave it creaking so I could be convinced to try again
Hope would always speak to me in my times of solitude
But in time, my patience was barely a tea cup full
And God spoke to me in those verses inscribed in the Quran
Always preaching patience and hope
I may lose hope in myself...
... But I will never give up on God.

Who do I Trust?

Trust at most times is a rust...
Who do I Trust? You tell me...
Most of us are flexing the Mona Lisa
A captivating smile is just a reflection
An Inverted image, a true deception
whose true motives and roots can only be routed to the invisible intentions that reside in the heart.
Liars continue to con us with beautiful speech.
It's difficult to tell who is real,
when smiling is the easiest task
And hiding your true intentions doesn't require a mask
Hypocrites...
The better versions of liars
if you don't trip a liar, then you'd probably fall into one
They say appearances are deceptive
Character can sometimes be a camouflage
And like chameleons, they blend into the environment
And hide in plain sight
And at every dinning, there is always a Judas who can't share a pinch of loyalty
They say blood is thicker than water
But sometimes, it's your own true blood who laces the drink.
If l lent you my trust, would you wreck it?
And if i gave you the strings, would you make me your puppet?
Who do I trust?... Tell me!

Dirt And Diamond

Sometimes the friction of life polishes you through hassles.
Till you can shine so bright that your gleam dazzles.
You shed blood, sweat and shed tears for a hundred million hours
And when the time is ripe, you start to blossom and shed flowers
Everybody saw you a dead seed
Now they’re wondering how you rose from the dirt.
Until you take them back to your roots.
Show them how you became a shoot.
How God planted you in a barren earth as a dead seed
And defined your creed
How inspiration was your sunlight
The reign of patience was your rain
How in persistence you found germination
And nourished by determination.
Who ever knew from the concrete a seed would make a breakthrough?
Who ever knew from the worst conditions a beautiful flower would sprout?
Diamonds are buried in the earth.
Pearls, sapphires and rubies all sleep in the dirt of the ocean’s depth.
Beautiful gardens and orchards all rise from dirt.
I guess good things are hard to find.
And great things never come easy.
Is it coincidence that the most enchanting things in life emanate from the worst conditions?
… it is friction that would make a diamond shine.

THE STORY OF HATE

Success always neglects Haters, because they don’t have dreams.
They only have nightmares, haunted by the successes of others.
And whiles they’re asleep it troubles them that someone is better.
And whiles they’re awake, it bothers them why you made it farther.
Hate isn’t racist.
Your failure is the only pigment of their black and white story.
The only figment of their imagination is to witness the autopsy of your glory.
And they dwell on that with their last breath like their lives depended on it.
Fighting the inevitable just to see you fall, rather than to see themselves rise.
They are still suffocating, because your heart is still beating.
Their hearts won’t stop racing if you keep showing up shinning in their faces.
Until they realize God’s in your corner where all the grace is
They should better throw in the towel and wave their filthy white rag.
I mean who can stand God’s wrath, when He’s your shield?
Love is real, and so is Hate.


Do you think it’s only people who go to the doctor that are the sick?
Wait till you meet one who harbors envy in his heart.
He’s the worst patient, because he isn’t even aware of his own predicament.
An illness whose medicine is never sold in chemist shops.
They say what goes around comes back around; soon they shall have a taste of their own medicine.
Karma has no menu; you get served what you deserve.
Hate is everywhere; In Compton people hate on you with ‘drive-bys’ and guns
If God made me a Samson, why do you seek to shave my hair-locks?
If God gave me wings, why do desire to clip them off?
Now we can’t tell those who really love us apart.
When everything is buried in the heart and something is hidden in a smile.
How good is X-ray when you can’t see through these hearts?
I think Hollywood needs more entries; people are playing their disguises well.


God said He created us, some above others; So that some will depend on others
Or better yet test us; it’s sad, most of us are failing
Once you start to rise above rooftops, they crave to pull you down to the mud.
Once you’re holding the torch, they are burnt on extinguishing the light.
They have a dying hunger, and will only get satisfied when they see you in plight.
They say money is the root of all evil, but ever seen the fruits of envy and hate?
They say we all belong to a family tree,
But people can’t handle the truth of reality;
when you are standing tall like the Eiffel tower and they have to bask in your light like a tiny mushroom.
I mean if they can’t get some of the light, they gotta cut you down.
But how do you bring down a mighty mountain?
They say family is linked by blood
But why are people spilling the blood of their own blood relatives?
If you can see yourself rise, why do you plot and want to see me fall and sink?
You’re only weak if you fail to pray 7 days a week.
And the fear of God will thrive your bravery… there are haters out there, but God is with us.

LIFE

Life… What is life? They say death is the only answer But where are the stories if the dead can’t speak. I suppose we’re still living this illusion... we’re still asleep Life is like a bubble… fragile Drifting it in a violent wind. A faint moment of time. Life is the best epitome of Irony And isn’t irony such a cruel companion? What we desire will most always flee. What we disdain are mostly on its knees… at our mercy. Life… Chance, fate, destiny. Out of a million, one particular sperm cell made it It is like a faint mirage; Good feels bad, bad seems good. Righteousness is probably the most mocked thing. Iniquity is now an object of praise. There’s a shift between what is sacrilegious and what is conventional Life… They say Life is for rent, And someday, we all are gonna get evicted. They say we borrowed it, And someday we are gonna give it back. Is Fate ever fair? Why some are born heirs to lofty empires. And some born with disabilities. Like rolling a dice, sliding the fortune wheel, tossing a coin… life is a sum of chances. In the end, there’s only one feeling that plagues my soul… Ontological anxiety.

Birthday Rhyme

Anniversary of ma day of BIRTH
First things 1st,all praises due to Allah 1ST.
God, bless ma FATHER,make it 3X for MOTHER
Big ups to Abdul Jabaar,cos he never lay a hand on his kid BRUTHA
'birds of a FEATHER flock TOGETHER'
so,a big THANKS 2 all my good FRIENDS
Err moment i spend wit y'all is always a big CHANCE
Been through pain,been thru GREATNESS
Few frowns,but more ♥ & HAPPINESS
Could have been gone, but am still HERE
Alhamdulilah,I've been through another YEAR

NAME OF RECKONING

A beautiful morning, an intense glimpse into nature and i relinquish to misgivings.
A satisfying look into the firmaments, and it spells a great name to believe in.
A name that is a perfect definition of peace and serenity.
A name that accentuates mercy and generosity.
What a great name?

The remembrance of your name is like fingers gently stroking the strings of a harp.
The remembrance of your name is the radiance that extinguishes the thick cloud of despair in our hearts.
Your name shall be the hope our souls will soar on.
Your name is the breath our lives shall live on.
What a great name?

A name, a bold growl that silences the tender and fragile voice of the sneaking whisperer.
Hearing the echo of your fond name gently heals the ailments of our emotions.
A name that is the blueprint of our faith and grace.
Anytime our face confesses sadness and our heads bow down in depression, a thought of your name puts a smile on a face.
What a great name?

The heart weeps in the absence of your name
The heart is weak in the absence of your name
A sole remedy when we are in agony and pain
A sole source of happiness to reckon with again and again.
What a great name?

Birds chirping, leaves and the wind whispering, the waters and waves roaring and hailing in belief
A name that plants thoughts, a whole world of knowledge we conceive.
The cold in our hearts will succumb to the warmth in your name.
Our destiny lies in your great name.
What a great name?

ALLAHU AKBAR, God is the greatest.

Thoughts

In one moment, there are infinite decisions that we could make, and infinite directions that we could take. If men could compute the permutations and probabilities, they would. If computers could, they wouldn't. Where are thoughts from? This, more of a sign than just a question. If there has to be a source of our thoughts, it has to be from the most high.

Rhyme. Home

Today, you may live in a condo/
I may live in a burrow/
Ride and roll in rover fleets/
while i walk bare feet/
The rich are escorted in a golden hearse/
It's funny how they would share a common place with the poor and the worst/
But in the end, we all go back home/
Home alone/
Home sweet home/
6 feet deep in the earth crust/
wrapped in our deeds, buried in the dust/

Rhyme Day

It's a new day/
Praises to the Almighty God for a new way/
Am still alive and well/
This is the best story time could tell/
What else? I didn't open my eyes in a grave/
I have been favored, I have been saved/
Some didn't make it, for me, a new way has been paved/
No whips on my back, chains and cuffs, but I'm still a Nobel slave/ Feet sinking in a 1968 chucks, i follow the trails set 1400 years, the first 19 words to Mohammed (P.B.U.H.) in a cave/
If you lived to see another day, praise God for no mourning/
And send peace to the nation, Good morning/

What Islam Recycled!

• Islam took away my pride and gave me humility
• Islam took away the mockery and replaced it with humor
• Islam took away my sorrows and grieves and prescribed me hope and perseverance.
• Islam took away the war that resided and blessed me with peace.
• Islam told me; “The best form of vengeance is forgiveness”
• Islam told me “your worst enemy could be your best friend someday”
• Islam strengthened the bond between mother and I.
• Islam opened my closed fist of miserliness and taught me charity could be even a smile.
• Islam took away the jealousy and advised inspiration.
• Islam drained a chunk of my ignorance and has revealed to me the gates of wisdom.
• Islam cursed my foul language and blessed me with noble speech.
• Allah created Islam, Allah taught me all these lessons.

Days Flip like A Chapter

Yet another moment, yet another experience.
Yet another situation tests our resilience.
Heartaches reverberate like earthquakes.
The depression resurrects bad headaches.
Tears trickle down like a waterfall.
We struggling, toiling to push down the Great Wall.
And when the night comes as a warm blanket, you still can’t find sleep.
Mind is busy, thousand thoughts firing, “why can’t i succeed”. If life is a book, am stuck in a long chapter.
Where the pages flip, same story, same old character.
When sun goes to sleep, and the night fully awoken.
And the mighty Lord calls upon men, whom will desire a token.

The Illness Born At Birth

Ignorance is a chronic disease. It’s unfortunate we were all born in complete ignorance. By time, we are all afflicted at a certain degree. Unquestionably, there is no cure, but by the remnants of knowledge we seek, we heal ourselves.

TIME MACHINE

Like Indelible scars.
As beautiful as the brightest shining stars.
These moments, buried deep in the depths of my memories.
Cherished episodes, at the realm of hierarchies.
Why do I forget not, when they were never meant to fade.
Why do I remember, when they were never destined to evade.
Praises to God, I can travel to the past.
While I am here, my mind is touring dates.

Different shades

Perfumes rain in Paris.
Mass graves in Somalia inspire the iris.
Bouquet of Flowers in Rome.
Blood flood in Syria.
Luxurious towers sprouting in the Emirates.
Incinerated men in Nigeria.
Olympics in London.
Children versus tanks in Palestine.
Big fashion labels broadcast in Madrid.
Famine strikes in Sudan.
Exquisite neon lights in Japan.

TIME

When every second beats away.
So do our souls draw nigh to that faithful day!
As the days of our lives count down like time-bombs.
Yet we know not when, when we shall be declared extinct.
Nor do we have any faint idea when shall cometh that day.
But until it grasps us by surprised.
Our time is fading away slowly.
Our generation is disappearing obliviously.
So let whosoever be wise, harness time and expend it judiciously.
Because, verily… time cannot be recycled.
God gave us an immense blessing...He gave us time.