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The Call Of Duty

Do you hear the call?

It takes a high fall, to hear it

Cutting through the blots of darkness

the screen of madness.

The Outsides effects

it beckons you to forget

We muffle the call, with everything we get

Drown it out, in a sea of desires,

I mean regrets.

The bass stifles it, fires the chase

Are you listening to the music? No listen to Me!

Don’t you see, don’t you feel

I’m starving, while you fill your stomach

I lack the strength and you’re stuck

Don’t you hear the call?

Tossing and turning in your bed

Your head full of thoughts,

made out of lead

you are feeling distraught.

 The moon shining bright

shining its light on the hole in your heart

A yearning for more than you have ever experienced,

that  there is more than seems to be seen

than seems to be felt.

But you cannot reach it.

So you try to flick the hole and carry on with your life

 But don’t you hear the call?

Open your heart and open your eyes,

they were locked and sealed with ropes of steel

Open your eyes in the morning hours

its better than sleep and everything that we call ours

Seek Success.

Don’t you hear the call?

Echoing in all the market places of this world

while you are making ends meet,

making the big money,

cheating people out of their money

It tears us apart, the greed for more

Have a valley of Gold? Feel the want for more?

Don’t you hear the call?

Feel the hole tear wider

fill it with women, children and horse powers

By the way that was an insider

Inside of you, don’t you hear that call, inside of you?

The end is near

I see you have forgotten why you are here

Lost in all the world had to offer to you

You drowned me out, ignored me, scoffed at me

This may be your last chance to answer me

Submit to the Lord of the Worlds,

fill the hole,

heal yourself.

The Call of Duty

Land of Confusion –
Daily Post

Do you mind if I smoke? Ehm no. Looking at the open window and his position next to it. I continue asking him about his day. Pertaining in some small talk, as some of my other room mates enter the kitchen.

A box filled with beer, a vodka bottle, and a bottle of Pepsi, enters with them. 

More conversations spring up, about random stuff, as they gradually begin to drink.

My room mates now laughing loudly. Can of beer in one hand, as he makes a joke about some girl. Another voices his opinion, that most girls just use you. I shake my head. Thanking God, he saved me from this.

How am I going to, as politely as possible, excuse myself from this? I ask myself…

Hoping the water cooker hurries up and the eggs fry themselves quicker, so I can get out of there, I’ve got an essay to write, don’t I?  Inconspicuously trying to smell my T-shirt, I sigh as my nose detects the stench of cigarettes on it. I hate cigarettes.

The guys now talking about some party in the past few weeks, where one of them was so drunk he started a fight with someone else, he lost.

Tea and egg finished cooking, I give my excuses, saying I’ll see them later.

Suddenly waking up, I look at my alarm clock, 3am. Someone was screaming, was I still dreaming? There it is again, this time coupled with laughter. I stand up, walk over to my basin I sprinkle water in my face, trying to clear my head. I step out of my room, one of my room mates and a girl are in front of the fire door, opposite of my room. “You guys are crazy”, I say and carry on to the toilet. Back in my room, I make ablution (wudhu), taking out my Quran and pray Tahajjud (voluntary night prayer) till Fajr (dawn prayer).

Sometimes, sometimes  I just feel totally out of place. Mostly it’s when I’m among people of my age. I do not take part in the “dating scene” for obvious reasons. Often though that and similar things is quite prevalent in the minds of those my age, “Which gal is hot?”.

Whereas the injunction from the Quran is:

“Tell believing men to lower their eyes and guard their private parts: that is purer for them. God is well aware of everything they do.”

Quran [24:30]

I’ve taken to not leaving my room, except when absolutely necessary, on Friday or Wednesday nights.  I feel out of place on a weekly occurrence at least.

Thank You Daily Post.

Wa Salam,