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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

Next door

Door to the universe

Next door lives a dragon

Next door lives the batman

Next door lives the police

Next door, Next door, Next door

Next door lives a teacher, preparing for his lecture

leaving 7am in the morning

returning late, stressed and underpaid

Next door lives a 5-headed family

with a sick father, a working mother and 3 little children

living on the brink

Next door lives my best friend

known him for ages, through thick and thin

I treasure him.

Next door, Next door, Next door

Next door is a world away

Next door is another reality

Next door is a life lived

Next door, Next door, Next door

A man is not a believer

who fills his stomach while his neighbour

is hungry.

On the Contrary let him who believes in Allah and the last Day

be generous, be kind to his neighbour, who lays

forty houses in front of  him, forty houses behind him

forty houses on the right and forty houses on the left.

Next Door.

A breath of mind


The hot sun rises

Thanking God for the rain clouds

Wait we’re in England

Somewhere someone dies

No clean water can be found

We complain daily

 Don’t  you think about
The Colourless sip of Gold
Favours of your lord

Children are laughing

The splashing sound of water

A smile on your face

So which of the favours of your Lord would you deny?
[Quran 55:38]

#January – Being Thankful

Cherish life

Cherish life, forget the strife

leave sadness be, leave anger be

let the moment live, free from all restraints

let the soul rejoice

Cherish it.

Let it hoist you to heights unknown

A moment with your loved ones

the warmth, the peace, the bonds kept

The green leaves, the trees, the hot sun

The sights to see. The things to learn. The Links you make.

The friends with you. Cherished forever.

With a single breath,   Alhamdulillah.

(All praise and gratitude is for Allah)

A close call

It was a close call

near to the abyss, a deep fall

My partner had my back though,

held me back, held me close

We were close, both orphaned at young age

it was hard to gauge sometimes, whether we’d make it through the day

I fear the closure,

I feared the full measure of the law,

my partner bit the bullet for me

Taking a minute to say goodbye

Paid close attention, yes there was some tension

but we went through thick and thin

The world looked so dim

it was time to close down

drowning in bills, the orphanage shut down

This last heist was supposed to take care of all our little problems,

They caused us, with their close mindedness, I digress.

The kids were moved to different institutions,

they were close to my heart

seeing no other solution

tried a new start…

I failed…

Revenge is all that is on my mind now

Cough, cough the “winter” has taken me captive I’ve got a bad case of the colds…

Wa Salam,


The aches and pains

Head held high, despite the pain

Within air level, approximately 30 metres high

In a small room, slowly growin’ insane

Gasping, releasing a slow sigh

Feels like an orchestrate playin’

the squeak of a mouse, no of a crayon

 and nails on a chalkboard

all in my head

feelin’ heavy like lead

The mouse (cursor) blinkin’ in blank space

waitin’ on me,  probably gettin’ bored

I got nothin’.

This Headache is killin’ all the cre-a-ti-vit-y.

My usual exaggeration…

Wa Salam,



Something is bubbling, spewing and churning inside of me,

a tingling in my feet. I  fell asleep.

My whole being did, soul, heart, body and mind, it went deep.

Time to let myself be free.

The expression of my self stunted, frozen in space,

the tingling spreads, this feeling as if dipped into the black sea, you see it wasn’t supposed to be like this.

They said, I was meant to reach high but all I ever did was jump once in a while, always crashing back never reaching, never earning, always missing what I aimed to do.

A pitch black maze came into life around me, around the time of accountability.

My sins commanding me, see  this was all about looking out for number I.

I died, a dead man walking,  see the despair around me?

A blind man watching. Hear the screams travelling over seas?

A deaf man hearing.

Fearing terror. Loving lust, reaching just for dust.

They hail me as one living, feeling, thinking entity

but don’t they know  that I have died, sinking, drowning in the coldness that is, me?

But that was then and this is now.

I’m telling you how my being came back to what it was meant to be

what is expected of me,

before I finally perish here, here on Gaia.

My heart is stirring, beating to this beautiful ayah.

[ Al-Baqarah 2:186 ]

 Trying to respond, anything else would surely be my doom.

Believing in Him, Trusting and Worshipping only Him, striving for this deen.

Gaining strength, to walk the straight path, at least an arms length.

For this is what I was meant to do, for this is what I always wanted to do.

Warmth surrounding me now,

I silently make this vow,

to always return to Him, for my me is nothing without Him.

Now or ever, to never let my self, my I, have a higher rank.

A blanket covering me, my rizq. Ya Allah grant me sakinah.

My eyes open,

No longer deaf to the sweet sounds of comfort.

No longer blind to the beauty of this life, with its tribulations and desperation, its peace and bliss .

I am Awake.

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