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Abolfazl,
A
Real Man He
was strong and brave, His
faith took his body to grave. Thirty
thousand against seventy two, Numbers
didn’t matter, he knew what he had to do. He
fought with leadership at young age, He
was the wise, the sage. He
stood by Hussein until his death, He
fought for God with his every breath, From
God’s path he never went astray, He
fought by the Imam through every passing day. He
helped those who were poor and born not free, He
gave the Muslims the hope for liberty. For
him this battle was not just another fight, He
was on the conquest to establish what was right. He
had the power and was strong, He
followed the right and avoided the wrong. He
knew that this would be his last war, That he would fall with blood to the floor. Yet
death would not stop this man’s devotion, Nothing
could stop him, not even his family’s emption. He
was put through a real man’s test, Didn’t
matter that there was a knife at his chest. He
fought for Allah in the skies above, He
sacrificed his life and to God gave his love. He
taught us to follow our beliefs until death comes by, He
fought to keep Islam’s banner flying in the sky. He
fought for our right to be free, He
is what every man should be.
72
Men Down
the face of so many spill cold blooded tears, For
their unsung hero’s who faced their fears. 30.000
against 72, On
the banks of 680
AD, October 11, 72
men fought, died and forever will remain in heaven. 72
men fought, not for money, not for land, But
for the future of Muslims to walk hand in hand. 72
men each took his last breath, They
plunged into a war where they would meet their death. The
lives of 72 men were sacrificed in the sake that the truth might prevail, 30,000
against 72, there was much room to fail. 72
men knew they would die, But
they had no tears to cry. Without
a grim, without a sigh, 72
men got ready to die. 72
men left out to bleed, The
enemy is still yet to succeed. The
blood was shed, The
word of God now would be spread. The
lives of 72 men was taken away, They
made it possible for Islam to be living to this very day. 72
men is why the prophet said,
“Hussein is from me and I am from Hussein”, Because
72 men saved Islam by enduring such pain. 72
men . . . 72 men . . . 72 men . . . against 30,000, now you ask if they
failed? And I say we wouldn’t have been here if they hadn’t prevailed. March
2004
The 12th Imam God
took the 12th Imam in a mysterious way, For
him to comeback another day. He
will return when amongst us there is no more love, We
will meet this Imam from the skies above. He
will teach us the right way to live each day, He
will make peace amongst us that will always stay. He
will change the lives of people that are sick and healthy, He
will help people that are poor and wealthy. He
will help us to unite and be one team, For
the world to reach its ultimate dream. For
us to live together holding hands, For
different nations to share their many lands. He
will help the people from the North to the South, On
the streets there won’t be one kid with
a starving mouth. Crime
in this world would start to
end, We
would look at a Stranger as friend. We
would be humble and live in modesty, Don’t
forget about fairness and honesty. He
will hold our hands through each day, He
will be there to show us the right way. Because
of him no one would ever judge each other based on race, He
is the only one who could make this world a better place. California,
October 19, 2002
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Its 680 AD, I’m lost standing between two rivers, My body is cold and my hand shivers. I pass over hill at which point my stomach feels hallow. The man takes me to his side of a 72 men force. I ask him why he insists to fight a battle he will surely lose, He looks at me and slowly says, “ It will be nothing more than a bruise. This body is temporary, but this message has eternal life. To let this fire die is much more of a strife.” He notices the confusion in my face and takes me to a seat, He explains, “This is the day of Ashura waiting to be fought in this heat.” My eyes widen, I can’t believe the words I hear, But the man beside me insists there is nothing to fear. Suddenly my mouth opens and stereotypes flood the air, The man calmly sat down in a chair. He told me to seek the truth and value education, For the misconceptions spread about Islam is far from eradication. With that he began with one hand in a light fist, His obvious dissatisfaction with our cultures obsession with the word “terrorist.” "Terrorist" is not my forte not even in my diction, For obtaining peace upon terror is a fiction. An affliction of wounds and scars on the arms of the innocent are not met with praise, To stand and say such acts were done in Allah’s praise. Is so much more than just a disgrace. To imply that God differentiates on color and race. For Islam is a cause with a universal face, So open your eyes and hold you stereotypes inside. Fanatics don’t create these laws by which all must abide, A side for the few of the many the implication of pain is never intended. Violence is not impended. To find your peace is to find your place. To place your hand on this book and swear to live it true, Is to live the truth and not let your eyes misconstrue. Love your neighbor like you love your friend, Actions you do are like messages we all send. If you understood these words His each letter, You’d change your ways for better. Change your words your view, These words were meant for you. Tame your lips and hold your face, For one day all your steps you will retrace. Not to say that freedom is in restriction, Rather to be free without boundary is a cause of friction. To imply that the world is for taking with blind eyes, Is nothing more than denial hidden between a set of lies. Hold your eyes open and be aware, The truth is a narrow road easily missed by a blink in a stare. Take the stairs, shortcut the short way, long roads and steep hills make you stay, Stay and think of the pain of others that went somewhat the same way. So you say you’re embarrassed of this religion and its current standing, That you’re confused about 911 and flight 93’s landing. A few who misread the words of this book, Should not be the majority that shape Islam’s outlook. They say they fight in the name of religion, when religion is the true victim, Then comes the news acting as a dictum. Biased words and a mislead heart, Seem too simple to tear this religion apart. Yet somehow lies are exaggerated and spread, Misconceptions and stereotypes are what our kids are fed. Islam is finding security in your brother, Giving your life to God and loving your mother. For happiness is found in simple things, Set aside diamonds and rings. Material things won’t take you passed the first impression, To impress with money is an odd expression. So set aside your affluence and the insecurities you cover, Face that with God by your side you will no longer hover. Importance does not come from money or power, Rather it is knowing that you will be missed in your final hour. To be the difference in a life that’s living, Is more than any amount of money that you’d hope to one day be giving. Put your money in your pocket and sell your time, For love and charity are priceless in the face of a nickel or dime. Terrorism does not exist in this book amongst this way, Terrorists cannot be from a religion of peace no matter the words they say. For these words were not written of blood, So keep your heart open and let these phrases flood.” I stood back and watched him walk away for the last time, His words made it hard to move yet I felt sublime. He paced to the battlefield, Not scared or worried, yet he stopped to yield. Looked to the sky and kissed the ground, After a blessing from God he went forth without a sound. He fought for hours to get to a water well, He finally reached to the edge and off his horse he fell. Before the water touched his dry lips he stopped to think, That he could never drink. Knowing that others were in pain, He took a breath, filled a jug, and chose to refrain. He fought men one by one to bring water to his part of the land, But the enemy surrounded his horse and cut off his strong hand. He juggled the water but was determined to quench the thirst of his brothers, He fought so strong that the enemy had to call others. They cut his last hand and he took the jug to his mouth, They finally shot the jug and the water-spilled south. Down fell his horse as blood spilled down his shirt, He slowly died thirsty in the arms of his brother upon the dirt. For I thought to myself, would a terrorist forget his dying thirst? For could he not drink until his children and neighbors drunk first? For this man this religion surely would not have terrorism as a name, For the essence of this book holds peace and will power as its frame. To refrain from water, one of the most natural things our body needs to live, Is a truly astonishing thing for this man to give. To beat the biggest temptation-thirst, Implies that this man was trained to refrain from all other temptations first. It shows that to live under this book one has to be strong, To uphold what is right and undercut what is wrong. To keep the peace in Islam Abolfaz fought with his every breath, To talk it out was the obvious priority over death. To kill without cause is not just, But somehow I am left to watch caskets enclose with dust. When did God become the reason behind death? Was it not God that gave you breath? His each sentence his every book should be why we unite, Yet somehow God becomes the reason we fight. Hold your neighbors hand, Give your neighbors your land. Take what you need, Give until you feed. Feed the hungry mouths of the poverty stricken on the corner of every street, Be the intersection of when the religions of the world finally meet. Standing with the differences above each head, Be the one that binds the bond of the three books we all have read. Leave your pockets open for others, Live your life for your brothers. Love to give what you desire, For higher taking to the poverty stricken living dire. Islam is compassion, charity, and love, Islam is the path of the truth laid upon us from above. Islam is caring about one another regardless of belief, Islam is being there with one another through both happiness and grief. Islam is not strength in numbers, but strength in quality, Islam is so much more than racial equality. Islam is not biased by color, but rather by disposition, Islam is a universal exposition. Islam is what we make of it today, Islam is the most righteous way. Islam is not another stereotype, Islam is so much more than meets the hype. Islam is what you make of it; it is made by what people do. Islam is a religion made for you.
California, September 2007 |
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