Perplexity

Time changes, changes every thing from truth to beauty, every thing is moving from love to morality,
Love is now a butterfly from this flower to that flower to flatter by
This flower does not have, That flower might have the desired pleasure.
This cave does not have surprises, that cave might have the wonder.!
Morality is now... 
A make up box, a mask
A means to meet the selfish end
A weapon man made
Twist and turn to suit the whimsical trade. In the periphery of divinity now men is the guide, The car of the morality men now drive.
Truth remains not a truth at all, It keeps changing with time and place, Losing its beauty and divine grace..
In the eyes and minds beauty is very restless from the beginning permanently remains only the perplexity,
In the life of bewilderment absolute is the paradoxical irony.

Giving up isn't an option

Sing that song which heals your heart
When you have lost everything yet there is always a new start
Giving up is the easy route but you'll always missing a part
Share your pain
Bare your load
If you can get up from falling, you know you are there
If you are so low, you need to tell an ear that will care
The course of our lives can be incredibly unfair
Go with it, Be with it, Fight it... If you can
You've been through too much but you will do it again and again
Let each ache bring you closer to living
Do not give up, find your gift of giving
Share thy feelings let others see Your will to live
Are we ever able to forgive..?
You have done your all
So smile

The imp visiting me.

Pain in body, pain in soul, pain in mind; Pain of labor, pain from emotion,
or pain from a wound; 
Fear of a crowd or of being alone; fear of fact, or fear of the unknown.
Whatever you do never let fear grow, take a moment to pray;
Take the rod or take the staff and send the imp away from the way.

Technology and society

Save Our Children from Technology, They are totally addicted to it for It appears to be Priority.
Just so young; A child is handed ... A phone to keep it amused by Technology,
 Then it begins... A laptop for school, An ipad for school, Is the teacher teaching or the Technology..!!
The beeps
The dings
Another message sent
Nothing is completed, Stuff just hidden away, Having to be reminded again, Another day
Relaxation
A book
Simply just living, All stolen by Technology
Can it get better or will it get worse
Technology... 
Amazing but Is it really a curse..!
We all love it cannot live without it
But, what is technology doing to Society..?

Meanwhile be grateful for what you have

When you are without money,
You eat vegetables at home; You ride bicycle to work; You walks to eat food; You wish to get married; You acts like a rich;
When you have money, 
You eat vegetables in a fine restaurant. You ride bicycle to exercise. You walks to burn food. You wish to get divorced. You acts like a pauper.
You say money is evil but you keep on craving for it.
You say high positions are risky but you keep on struggling for it;
You say gambling and drinking is bad but you keeps on indulging on it.
O People..!!
For god sake, once in your lifetime, be content with whatever you have and thank God for whatever you have..
Thank you God For what i have, and what next is belongs only to you..

Moratity dealer 0002

I've dealt with a dose of everything you see, and I tried to get into the experience of life armed myself with all those good morals, but alas.., I Defeated in a manner not anybody can borne, i lost each and ever battle through life, 
people called me madness, frivolity and lying.. O god 
Finally.. I went back to my shop to be Isolated between losing my merchandise that does not value nor hungry mouths funds, and to have all this bad memories about humans.The silence surround all the shop walls, when I felt with lamentable and sorrow .. So, I wanted to change the way that our dialogue drifted..I asked him;And why you did not took other from the other kinds like hypocrisy, fraud, or even lying ..!The man lifted his head and replied, humm... And where I can get on such goods, its have been carried out for decades. Personally, I asked the owner of the store about it and the first shop owner told me a strange story .. "it was in ancient times the store crammed with all sorts of goods... People flow like wolves... and the only majority require was hypocrisy, hypocrisy .. .. hypocrisy.

 Contention, struggling, so that the goods be carried out and the governor told him to trough the rest of the goods into the river ..So all the people drink it evenly .. Thus, 
The river water were saturated with hypocritical..
Them water became full with hypocrisy,
them food became full with hypocrisy,
Them cities, countries became the land of hypocrisy.
folk hypocrisy has become their land, 
the land of hypocrisy.
The seller stop talking for a while.. and the silence surrounded the Store 
Then he told me .. And, do you still want to try the courage .. !!
I answered .. 
Experience is the best proof .. Yes sure .. I want it! 
He replied.. I'm at your service, but remember what i said ..!
 I walked into the house with a wondering mind, a heavy steps with the amount of courage to ten days.

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Brave Man..
what is courage..!!

Is it the sense of fearless the death, and getting ready to welcome and to meet it anytime, anyway ..!
If so .. then I am a brave man ..

to be continue ...

Breakfast

And she asked me, something for her breakfast,
With a menu, o, i don't remember.. 
Birds, birds everywhere,
flying through the sky without care.
Reminding us how graceful life can be,
as they fly from tree to tree.
Singing so very happily

Traveling with the "I"

we often loose who we are, we sometimes loose our selves to gain someone, we don't deserve we stand by and observe but we can't react to this we live
sometimes you find your self on the edge of a cliff, so fast with no ability to drift
you hide in the darkness so no one could know, hiding so no one can realize. Realize that this is killing you, your heart dies, too many mountain, unable to climb
broken no wings to fly, hurt with no reason, close to die
you keep asking your self just why, you may scream, you may cry but it just won't go away no matter how you try..
And you'll still have that need to cry, still have tears drooling down from the eye, and you still ask why ... So never lose who you are.. never forget the "I"

Me, To, I and the mirror

Woman in my mirror tell me what you see, The world of beauty in your eyes for all the world to see.
Do you see the laughter that lines your shining eyes, or the way they sparkle brightly each time that you cry.!!
If you looked into their depths can't you see the life you've led, don't you see the strength in there
That keeps you focused... straight ahead
When you look into that mirror..
Can see how she looks at you,
Can you see the questions hidden there as she wonders who you are "to"..!!
Do you see her slender shoulders that carry the weight of the world, the way she holds her arms about.. and stands there closely furled.
Do you not see that tiny waist.. o.. Or the pert uplifted breasts, or they way her heart beats strongly.. Hidden there, inside her chest..!
Can't you hear the echo of her passionate cries.!
Can't you see her curving legs so tender and yet so strong, Why do you only see the things you think are wrong.!
Go deeper with me.. into the woman inside, that stands before you in the mirror,
Take a good long look before death draws us nearer.
See ..
The goodness in your heart
The kindness in your soul,
Look behind the cracks and chips to the woman standing whole.
Beauty lies beneath the surface and is not just skin deep, It's in the laughter of your soul and in the tears that make you weep.
It's in the way you hold close a child as she cries,
It's in the way you comfort him and dry the tears from his eyes.
It's in the way you hold your man and bring forth his passionate cries,
It's there in how he hold you and kiss the tears from your eyes.
The beauty that you posses shines thru in all you do, look into that mirrored face the beauty there is calling "me"
And between "to" and "me" you lost the site of I.

Let me love me as I love you.!!

Sometimes I walk without seeing, I see without knowing, I live without learning, I learn without showing.
Sometimes I pay no attention to what lies on the road ahead,
Sometimes I just rush in where the angels fear to tread.
Sometimes I listen real well to words that others souls speak,
Sometimes I dont hear reason, when my heart is feeling weak.
Sometimes when it rains, I see the sound that it makes, it floods my heart because of my mistakes.
Sometimes when it snows, I hear it's gentle sound, as it falls like silent thunder everywhere.. upon the ground.
Sometimes when I see you I think I'm really seeing me, because sometimes life's not really all it would seem to be.
Sometimes it all gets muddled from black and white to gray, sometimes that path to righteousness just doesn't lead the way.
Sometimes before I know it I find me standing in the light, because when I get lost you should set me right.
Sometimes when I think that all in my life is gone
I look and see you standing waiting there within the dawn.
Sometimes when I'm feeling that I'm running out of time, you're love helps me see that I can run to you sometimes.
Sometimes you will save me and keep me safe from harm, But sometimes you'll just guide me and lead me by the arm to show me that just sometimes I need to make my way for sometimes lessons learned come about in the hardest ways.
But sometimes I needs you.. hold me, and never regret when you sets me free, So that sometimes I can find my way back to loving me.. 

wishes..

I wish you enough rain to fall you in love, No need the passionate plea of above
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your desire, No need to ask to require
I wish you enough joy to keep you alive, No matter how toughly you survive
I wish you enough sun to keep you bright
No matter how dark is your night

A kiss..

Darkness flood the light.. from dawn converged, trying to hold onto.. everything we deserve,
Changes came to our lives and crosswords emerged, fell in pieces for our dreams.. which stayed reserve.
In pulse.. beat emotions.. on the road full of promises, but a kiss.. will say it all, for no other words.. can push you become convenienced.

Speachless.. "home"

In the twilight where no one hears me, when stars are all deaf to respond, like a cloak that hides the coolness,, 
of the night that leaves nothing except footsteps.. a careless whispering .. Home.. 
Home is such a little word, Which covers such a lot, From the old man in his easy chair, to the baby in his cot.
It doesn't have to be a place of antiques, gold or splendor,
Just a simple little cottage, full of joy and truth, and candour.
Where from understanding parents you learn, the right from wrong.
Where you are taught to be upstanding and grow up brave and strong.
Home is where you learn to share the respect spreading forgiveness with so much care
To see each others point of view and be as tolerant as you can.. for It is a place of love and laughter,
Of grumbles, frowns and tears.. but when as one, so .. whatever.
Its a place you are always welcome to, matter how you are,
It will put its arms around you, for home means love and care.
A meeting place of families,
where somebody always there,
Where you don't have to pretend,
Where you never feel a stranger,
And you are welcome to the end.
So boys and girls, if you have strayed, and on the street do roam, kind and anxious parents are calling out come home, to a place where you will find peace of mind and you will never walk alone,
For you are very very special .. in your own home sweet home.

The need,

Under the cover of religious, political ambitions played a dirty role yet the price only payback through innocent people bloodshed.
Once upon a time were, 
Necessity is the mother of invention ..  
But while there is nothing left to humans but ambitions, to become in time
Necessity is the mother of all the world corruption,
And under the lid of humans need
Corruption systems can bend so many weakness heads.

Nobody care..

Nobody cares about the way i feel
Nobody cares about the pain people suffer
Nobody cares about children who get hurt
Nobody cares if the world isn't a happy place
Nobody cares if i cant control my fears
Nobody cares if i cry myself to sleep
Nobody cares if angels look after you
Nobody cares about animals being treat wrongly
Nobody cared when i needed someone to talk to
Nobody cared when all i wanted was peace
Nobody cares about how life goes on
Nobody cares ! ! !
Will people stop war.?
Will people stop the hate.? 
Will people stop deed and search only for what they need .?
Would you stop to think in yourself for a while and care..!
Would you stop your vanity and care..!!
God only knows and time will tell..!!!

woman’s heart

See the river flow towards the endless sea
Like time that passes by into eternity
Never coming back to alter history
Tell me of what use Is man’s explore the space blindly
If he cannot unravel the mystery of a woman’s mind clearly
He might as well traverse the path of the earth, or even count the sands of the sea
For no other purpose than to boast of its futility
May it be known to men, That all pursuits herein, no matter how lofty
Shall in no way surpass the triumph of winning
And the victory of taming a woman’s heart

A dream

I dreamed of time beyond, Where children can run free, Where snakes feed along with lambs ... No hunters, No prey, All of us full of humanity
I dreamed of distant lands, Where women fear no more, where all with love endorse,
Where no one cries, and by God hands we only dies.. where justice is for all.
For mortals must win, Against all our sin, When this oracle begins.

Peace on you.

Terrorism has no religion

How many Muslims does ISIS have to slaughter before people will stop calling the group “Islamic” anything? Seriously, can someone please tell me the number of innocent Muslim men, women, and children who have to die at the hands of ISIS before people will realize that ISIS is truly unIslamic and arguably anti-Islamic?…

To be honest, how many have heard about the details of ISIS slaughtering of Muslims? In 2014 in Iraq alone, can you guess how many Muslims civilians—not fighters, civilians—ISIS killed? At least 4,325. ISIS is murdering an average 12 Muslim civilian men, women, and children every single day…

ISIS is not about the tenets of Islam. Their religion is power.
Those aren’t just my words. In September, more than 120 Islamic scholars and clerics wrote a letter to ISIS in both English and Arabic denouncing ISIS and its invoking of Islam to justify its horrific actions. They even explained in great detail how ISIS is violating the Quran and teachings of the Prophet Muhammad, concluding that ISIS is truly unIslamic…
… there’s no such thing as “radical Islam.” There is only one Islam. But there are radical Muslims. And there are Muslims who engage in terrorist acts. They are called terrorists. That is the proper way to describe them.

Every time an act of terror or shooting occurs, Muslims closely watch the news with extreme trepidation praying that the suspect is not Muslim. This is not because these terrorists are likely to be Muslim but rather because in the instances where they happen to be, we see amplified mass media coverage and extreme unjustified hatred towards Muslims.

As a Muslim, I am tired of condemning terrorist attacks being carried out by inherently violent people who hijack my religion. I am tired of condemning these attacks to people who are calm and apathetic when Muslims are killed by these same radicalized terrorists.

I am tired of hearing the word “terrorist” not being used when the suspect in a terrorist attack is a non-Muslim. I am tired of the “mentally disabled” excuse being recycled when the suspect in a terrorist attack is a Caucasian. I am tired of seeing hundreds of terrorist attacks carried out by non-Muslims not get the same coverage of even a single terrorist attack where the suspect happens to be Muslim.

Above it all, I am tired of having to repeatedly say that Muslims are not terrorists. It is time we silence this Islamophobia with facts. My next five points will prove once and for all that Muslims are not terrorists:

1. Non-Muslims make up the majority of terrorists in the United States: According to the FBI, 94% of terrorist attacks carried out in the United States from 1980 to 2005 have been by non-Muslims. This means that an American terrorist suspect is over nine times more likely to be a non-Muslim than a Muslim. According to this same report, there were more Jewish acts of terrorism in the United States than Islamic, yet when was the last time we heard about the threat of Jewish terrorism in the media? For the same exact reasons that we cannot blame the entire religion of Judaism or Christianity for the violent actions of those carrying out crimes under the names of these religions, we have absolutely no justifiable grounds to blame Muslims for terrorism.

2. Non-Muslims make up the majority of terrorists in Europe: There have been over one thousand terrorist attacks in Europe in the past five years. Take a guess at what percent of those terrorists were Muslim. Wrong, now guess again. It’s less than 2%.

3. Even if all terrorist attacks were carried out by Muslims, you still could not associate terrorism with Islam: There have been 140,000 terror attacks committed worldwide since 1970. Even if Muslims carried out all of these attacks (which is an absurd assumption given the fact mentioned in my first point), those terrorists would represent less than 0.00009 percent of all Muslims. To put things into perspective, this means that you are more likely to be struck by lightening in your lifetime than a Muslim is likely to commit a terrorist attack during that same timespan.

4. If all Muslims are terrorists, then all Muslims are peacemakers: The same statistical assumptions being used to falsely portray Muslims as violent people can be used more accurately to portray Muslims as peaceful people. If all Muslims are terrorists because a single digit percentage of terrorists happen to be Muslim, then all Muslims are peacemakers because 5 out of the past 12 Nobel Peace Prize winners (42 percent) have been Muslims.

5. If you are scared of Muslims then you should also be scared of household furniture and toddlers: A study carried out by the University of North Carolina showed that less than 0.0002% of Americans killed since 9/11 were killed by Muslims. (Ironically, this study was done in Chapel Hill: the same place where a Caucasian non-Muslim killed three innocent Muslims as the mainstream media brushed this terrorist attack off as a parking dispute). Based on these numbers, and those of the Consumer Product Safety Commission, the average American is more likely to be crushed to death by their couch or television than they are to be killed by a Muslim. As a matter of fact, Americans were more likely to be killed by a toddler in 2013 than they were by a so-called “Muslim terrorist”.

When a drunk driver causes a car accident, we never blame the car manufacturer for the violent actions of that driver. This is because we understand that we cannot blame an entire car company that produces millions of safe vehicles just because one of their cars was hijacked by a reckless person who used it to cause harm. So what right do we have to blame an entire religion of over 1.6 Billion peaceful people because of the actions of a relatively insignificant few?

I will not deny that terrorism is a real threat, it definitely is. However, it is extremely incorrect to associate the words “Muslim” and “terrorist” when literally all the facts implore you to do otherwise. The only way that we as Americans can defeat terrorism at home and across the world is by accurately targeting its root causes. There have been 355 mass shootings in the United States this year and falsely blaming Muslims for the San Bernardino shooting will do absolutely nothing to address this serious problem. It is time that we begin addressing terrorism on an educated and factual level.

As an American Muslim, I plead you all to deeply consider the facts mentioned here the next time you see a news headline about Muslims and terrorism. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that”. We cannot allow the disparity in media coverage to blind us from the facts and turn us into hateful people, we are smarter than that.

Love is unfair,

Love is a divine gift from God,
A burst feeling of admiration,
And thickens to infatuation,
That deepens into the very core of our imagination.
Love is great.. when it's grow
Love is kind... when we can bow
Love is patient.. to except what other's do.
Love is cruel.. without a destination to go.
Love is mysterious.. there is no need to why, how.. should i know..!
Love is unexpected.. a boat without a shore,
Love is unfair.. when you are poor.
Love is a pain-killer or pain-maker.. for that it's last.
Love is a challenge.. for this i lose so many battles.
Love is a game.. both are loser or both are winning .
Love has no boundaries.. so come on, let us swimming,
Love has no age bracket..
Love has no races
And above all...
Love is powerful.
Lucky are those who are in love,
For they feel being loved,
Not all are fortunate to be loved,
For there are people who are all out of love.

Family is a renwable river

The baby sighed at her mother's breast
Eyes closed, contented enough now to sleep
The daughter sighed as she closed her books
Now the rest of the day was hers' at last
The young woman sighed against her mans' chest
A sigh that said I know I'm safe and loved
The mother sighed as her baby sighed
Tired, yet strangely happy with the constant demands
The grandmother sighed as she dusted the photographs
Of her smiling grandchildren, growing up so fast
The grandfather sighed as the latest arrival
Was carefully laid in his old loving arms
Not many years left now for future plans
But in exchange for a future, the rich past
his mind, is a book full of treasured memories..
once he said to me .. that there's a lot more pleasure in the wanting, than the getting.. I couldn't reply him with agree or disagree but now.. I..
I disagree, for over the years so many dreams have disappeared
And many plans and ambitions were never allowed to come to frutition
Life always seemed to find a way of putting obstacles in my path
Doing what other people wanted and what other people asked
At times I've felt as if I were a ship just drifting on endless seas
Yet I have never given up the hope of finding that longed for harbor
For some day, my time will come
I'm certain that it will.. but until then, the way we treat our families is a story we ink it and someday our children will read it to us..