Once again Word Press has held me hostage, and forced me to stay up late perusing its blogs as if I have nothing else better to do right now (like sleep). I’ve chosen to ignore the smarter voice in my head, that’s been advising me to close my laptop, and get my John Brown hind-parts in the bed. How could I possibly go to sleep when there is so much going on in the blogosphere to read about; such as the “untimely” death of Whitney Houston.
I cannot rest in peace tonight (no pun intended) until I put my two cents in about her “early departure.” I mean no disrespect to this woman. She is the creation of her Lord just like I am. What bugs me is all the hype surrounding her death. It never ceases to amaze me how emotional people get when a celebrity passes away. Do celebrities have some kind of special coding built into them, so that when the Angel of Death arrives to take their soul he is immediately shooed away due to their honored status?
Yeah, I’m going to have to double check on that.
I think the way it works is:
Everyone shall taste death. Then unto Us you shall be returned. – Al ‘Ankabut (The Spider):57
(Found in the Noble Qur’an)
That sounds a bit more logical to me. No one gets a “get out of death free pass”. You cannot ascend directly to everlasting life in Heaven without passing death. Life isn’t modeled after Monopoly. Monopoly is loosely modeled off of life. The idea of a person suffering an “untimely death” is ludicrous. Seeing as though we don’t know when our expiration date will come to pass, it is impossible to precede it. It would behoove us to stop wasting time groveling over stars we’ve never personally known, and to start preparing for our own terminations.
Without a doubt the death of someone should arouse some feelings. It should remind you of the brevity of life. It should incite gratitude in ones heart towards his Lord. Here it is, you are alive, while others have had their souls snatched from them before they could prepare their final farewells. Isn’t that reason enough to be grateful?
That’s enough rambling for me. I’ve gone off on a tangent when this was only supposed to a brief update. Oh well. On a happier note I’ve started a new blog. Whoopee! Dirty Word Laundry is my new poetry, cool-kids only spot. So If you’ve enjoyed any of my poems in the past please stop by my new poetry blog. I’m not a seasoned poet, or even a good poet; I just like words. So come hang out with me over there. http://www.dirtywordlaundry.wordpress.com
I am forever engaged in an internal struggle
I’ve enlisted my thoughts to join the battle
To serve as soldiers against the ones that have gone astray
To eliminate the fray
It may be that I am guaranteed victory
Because my Lord says he is with me
The Diamond Mine
By Umm Qamar
If only you knew,
How I cherish you,
Place you on a pedestal
Above the rest
May you be blessed
As time goes by,
I’m going to try,
To reveal what’s hidden in me,
I want you to see
Your loves labor was not lost,
By Allah, like delicate green moss
I reach towards the light
To gaze upon the visage of my Lord, in all his might
I praise him for the gift of you,
And hold this word to be true,
That paradise lies at your feet,
By the will of Allah, amidst gardens we’ll meet
This poem was published by the Muslim Matters Blog. You can click here to read it.
There is no aphrodisiac,
Nor sweet smoky pull of a Newport jack,
That’s able to mimic this sensation,
Upon this yearning, my heart’s been patient,
More than a junkie needs her fix,
I require this bliss.
I need you, but you don’t need me,
Often times I leave you,
But you don’t leave me,
Truly man owns nothing, fool’s gold,
They abuse, abandon, and then leave me cold,
I’m destitute, ragged, they’ve used me,
But Al-Wadud, you’d never do that to me,
And that’s why I’m willing to give you this loan,
Because you’re true to your word, and by you, I’ve never been wronged,
Once a sucker for love, I needed that,
But since I’ve found truth, falsehood, I’m leaving that
No need to feed a fire, for which man is a fuel,
Unloose these shackles; I’m no longer a fool
Just a side note to the reader: if you find yourself heartbroken, replace that object of affection with the complete love of Allah. Fill your heart with His remembrance and you’ll never be betrayed.
As Salaamu Alaikum
It’s 12:30am. I can’t sleep. Who am I kidding? I haven’t even tried. I wanted to share this poem I wrote a few months back. Feedback would be greatly appreciated so leave a comment below.
All That Glitters
By Umm Qamar
You went from the dope dealer,
from the smoker,
to the one who gets smoked.
So many plans you’ve made,
so many have gone astray.
Little does man know,
the best plans, are with the one who creates day,
and the night as a cover,
whilst we seek out illicit lovers.
Ever watching is he,
and most ungrateful are we.
Making deals with the devil,
seeking worldly gain and pleasure,
and so you’ve sold your soul.
Foolish is the man who thinks, all the glitters,
SN: Can a sister get some finger snaps or something…
As Salaamu Alaikum everyone