July 31, 2006

The Angels wondered...

You know, heh, i empathize more and more with the Mal’akhim as they exclaimed their astonishment at the Lord’s will not long ago; their astonishment goes without saying. Really, one needn’t even look; you can very well hear the corruption and bloodshed the Angels knew would so easily ensue as the children of Adam began their reign on earth.

It makes a man wonder, and it makes a wonder of a man; what destiny underlies his anguish? What purpose did the Heavens have in mind as they let Adam loose and what have they now, as they watch the dreadful turmoil unfold?

I wonder still, and empathize even more…and yet i am realising, quite simply, that in a grandeur sense, what is, is what must be. This is in some sense how the Merciful responded to the innocent bewilderment of the Angels, assuring them that, beyond all, there is more to man then what meets the eye. There lies a purpose and destiny that even a high arch-Angel Azazeel turned Shaytan, could not stomach with ease, and in many senses, neither can i. Man’s ultimate purpose and destiny will remain, in much in the same way as it began, contentious and difficult to grasp. The difference however, is where Satan turned away in rebellion, masking his ignorance with denial; the Angels harkened in submission, accepting their ignorance in the face of what Providence ultimately had in store. This too, is required of Adam’s children, as they wonder over their plight—for they are expected to wonder, but lest their wonder turn to frustration with the Divine, and worse yet, lest their frustration turn into denial.

What is clear is that the Lord is incomprehensible and evidently how can the musings of a limited and obtuse creation ever encompass the unparalleled ‘thoughts’ and ‘intentions’ of his creator? Never mind his ability to encompass ‘him’; he can barely articulate his thoughts of him, for what combination of letters can describe his sublimity and what imageries can capture his majesty?

How then does he seriously expect to fathom the Lords intentions for bani-Adam and the ultimate purpose and destiny that underlie his creation; one that supersedes and overbears the clearly inexcusable corruption and bloodshed we see everyday?

This may very well fall on deaf ears, considering we live in a world where man’s ability to discern is seriously overrated—he naively feels he can understand anything, and anything that can’t be understood is better off deemed as non-existent, at least that would somehow afford him some comfort (or so he thinks).Ultimately though, it is God and God alone, who can divulge perhaps a morsel, a meagre fragment of such purpose to our feeble minds—and even that would be a bargain.

So when i open the shaitan-box and bustle (noo not busal, whoever you are you must be Arab and hungry) to see the news, and all that’s seen is suffering, I empathize with the Angels and wonder what is to become of man in this epic we call life.

"When your Lord said to the Angels, 'Ineed I am going to set a viceroy on the earth,' they said, 'Will You set in it someone who will cause corruption in it, and shed blood?! while we celebrate Your praise and proclaim Your sanctity?' He said, 'Indeed I know what you do not know'." Quran 2:30
June 30, 2006

It goes on

life goes on, its tragic melody still ringing in my ears,
the pretensions, the impasses', the fears--
the roses are no longer as red, their scent no longer fragrant,
it’s only a matter of time,
never wanted the wealth, the fame or the riches
opulence is in the soul, in your aroma
your thoughts, your aspirations
the deepest of your dreams
it’s in your foresight
in your vibe,
in what you strive,
what you would sweat for and die,
what touches you at the core,
beyond the mere lure,
the pain or the pleasure,
it’s what defines you,
what strips you of that letter,
i,
it’s that breath before the next,
the one that you live for
it’s what you wake up to
it’s what wakes you
what inspires and takes you
it’s purpose
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Sadly so many live lives without purpose, if at all living--purposelessly, letting life live them, and so it does, and it goes on...and they don't.

Help us keep sight of our purpose, Lord, and let us live life with it in mind, and thereby die with purpose. For such as it began with purpose so too should it end ...Let it be the true purpose, for as it is, is as you say. All is in your hands, Amen.
June 20, 2006

The insight of an 'Amir

this is some raw poetry from an artist i revere and hold with much esteem--unlike a lot of what i come across, these words aren't regurgitated thoughts and feelings being spewed unto a page...its not poetry for the sake of poetry, letters for words, or words for sentences...its more than that, it speaks what all letters n words should, and that’s truth--the type of truth that resonates in your ear when you hear it and continues to do so, it doesn't wear out or grow old, an invigorating fragrance that neither wanes or diminishes in time!

By: Amir Sulaiman (http://www.amirsulaiman.com)

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For a dirty old man

he was rather composed

he turned towards me

and casually walked into my personal space

so close I could feel his breath on my face

all the things in me telling me to back away

were not as strong as my desire to hear what he had to say

then he spoke and said...

I heard a woman sing a song today.

You’ll never guess what she said.

That woman told me that the best things in life are free.

She must use the word “free” only as monetarily

not free like it didn’t cost anything

and anyways who is she to sing

about the best things in life?

ya know?

what are the best things in life...

is it love

is it happiness

is it a good husband a good wife

is it fame and fortune

is it seeing your name in lights

is it honor

is it freedom

is it knowledge and wisdom

is it charity

is it mercy, peace

is it loyalty

is it appreciation

is it salvation

is it satisfaction

is it self realization

Now, I want you to tell me

which one of these things you gonna get for free

It may not cost you a dime

but it may cost you a lifetime

With these old eyes

I’ve seen a grown man hold his head and cry

pursuing the best things in life

a leader looks in the eyes of his followers and lies

pursuing the best things in life

an 18 year old boy is shot and dies

pursuing the best things in life

a motherless child sucks poison out of a pipe

pursuing the best things in life

a young girl sells her body to the camera and lights

pursuing the best things in life

And she has the nerve to tell me

the best thing in life are free?

Hey youngblood, what are you willing to pay for the best things in life?

Are you willing to kill or die

for the best thing in life?

Or are you gonna live a lie

for the best things in life?

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t answer.

My thoughts returned to my ever approaching demise

and I realized...

...I have more to do than I thought.

January 29, 2006

To Do or Not To Do (No shakespeare, i assure you :P)

It is interesting how subtle the partition between good and evil is—yet how far removed they are from each other. Strange that, good is so easily committed, and how evil even easier. Let time have it as it may, one is easily inured to the questionable, much less the reprehensible. In truth the very sequel to one’s evil actions, since at times being so seemingly inconsequential, leads the foolish in to further volitional intoxication—construing the lack of immediate consequence as a license for further evil.

For if one does not immediately chide a child for his insolence, in time, he only persists in the act—failing to see the wrong in what was done. How then is our plight? For no longer are we children, gracing this world in utter naivety—no, no longer—rather as time would have it, our intellects have been chiselled and honed, and our moral faculties no less. Why then are we like children, though indeed far more deplorable—we are imprudent in our actions and feelings, inured to their foul muck, naïve to their consequences, lacking even the most cursory of foresight.

The gift of life is not in the least without an inestimable price, of which we are all vested to pay, lest we fool ourselves in to thinking otherwise—we are causally reminded of this, albeit intermittently.