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Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see.
You don’t see a damn thing,
’cause you can’t possibly relate to me.

You’re blinded by our differences.
My life makes no sense to you.
I’m the persecuted Palestinian.
You’re the American red, white and blue

Each day you wake in tranquility,
No fears to cross your eyes.
Each day I wake in gratitude,
Thanking God He let me rise.

You worry about your education
And the bills you have to pay.
I worry about my vulnerable life
And if I’ll survive another day.

Your biggest fear is getting ticketed
As you cruise your Cadillac.
My fear is that the tank that just left
Will turn around and come back.

American, do you realize,
That the taxes that you pay
Feed the forces that traumatize
My every living day?

The bulldozers and the tanks,
The gases and the guns,
The bombs that fall outside my door,
All due to American funds.

Yet do you know the truth
Of where your money goes?
Do you let your media deceive your mind?
Is this a truth that no one knows?

You blame me for defending myself
Against the ways of Zionists.
I’m terrorized in my own land
And I’m the terrorist?

You think you know all about terrorism
But you don’t know it the way I do,
So let me define the term for you,
And teach you what you thought you knew.

I’ve known terrorism for quite some time,
Fifty-five years and more.
It’s the fruitless garden uprooted in my yard.
It’s the bulldozer in front of my door.

Terrorism breathes the air I breathe.
It’s the checkpoint on my way to school.
It’s the curfew that jails me in my own home,
And the penalties of breaking that curfew rule.

Terrorism is the robbery of my land,
And the torture of my mother,
The imprisonment of my innocent father,
The bullet in my baby brother.

So American, don’t tell me you know about
The things I feel and see.
I’m terrorized in my own land
And the blame is put on me.

But I will not rest, I shall never settle
For the injustice my people endure.
Palestine is our land and there we’ll remain
Until the day our homeland is secure.

And if that time shall never come,
Then we will never see a day of peace.
I will not be thrown from my own home,
Nor will my fight for justice cease.

And if I am killed, it will be in Falasteen.
It’s written on my every breath.
So in your own patriotic words,
Give me liberty or give me death.


Assalamu alaykum

Time to get back to my roots… 🙂

Anyone understand this… dare to make yourself known!  

Anwar Masood ‘Aaj kee Pakaiye’

Anwar Masood ‘Salaam e Hussain (AS)’

Anwar Masood ‘Qitaat’

Mizaahiya – Anwar Masood – Qitaat 02

Mizahiya Nazm Punjabi – Anwar Masood – Baniyaan

You can get the audio here

Assalamu alaykaum

I came across this poem that Shiekh ibn al Qayyim rahiamullah wrote about how he first felt when he met Ibn Taymiyyah rahiamullah for the first time a moment that would change his life forever….

he said:

His hand took my hand and we journeyed without pause,
till he showed me the place where the sun of faith rises
and i saw the banner of the city, and ’round about it
the descebt of Guidance and the forces of Quran
and i saw a sign of wonderous import
yet veiled from a blind throng
and i was given drink from a crystal glass
water that glistened like the jewels of a crown
and i saw cups as numerous as the stars
to quench the thirst of the thirsting
and i saw round the pure springs of Kawthar
whose waters ever gush, two scales
the scale of the sunnah and the scale of God’s word
which enternity will not rust nor tarnish

Subhnallah a great eloqently described meeting of one so dear to his heart, may Allah be pleased with them both. Rarly do we find such tranquility and peace meetimng with great people.

I must admit I have only had the privilage of such meetings but a few times. Of these Allah found in his wisdom to make our paths cross no more, of others He allowed us to gather in His rememberence only for time to drift us apart once again.

I see it in students of knowledge so much, that Allah blesses me with their presence, only for my heart to be deprived of their company again until Allah sees me worthy of the knowledge once more.

We find oursleves inclined to certain people, students of knowledge not because of the individual per say, but because of the way they make our hearts feel. This is why we owe so much to Shiekhs and students of knowledge, even if it be one hadith that they expalined us, we are ever in debted to such knowledge. Knowledge of Allah can never be valued, thus we cease to be in debt to them.

Allah have mercy upon them all and increase them all in knowledge and wisdom. Ameen

We are all on a path to knowledge at any given moment finding any oppotunity to increase ourselves in ilm and hikma, indeed if someone takes steps towards Allah, Allah will make it easier for him. My ultimate aim is to study under great scholars of our ummah, Inshallah I pray that day will come soon, with companion(s) with whom I can prepare provisions and share this journey.

May Allah make ua all upon the rightly guided way, on the path of wisdom and help us all in our never ending quest for knowledge. Ameen

Reach for the stars! Aim for Firdous!

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