poetry

Reflection

I know its been a long time since I came on Revival, and I also know last time I came, I promised I was back for good.. And I have to say i went back on my word. Anyway, having recently attended the Steps to Allah conference, organised by Islamic Network, I was able to witness some live spoken word by Muslim Belal Smile

Hence the small inspiration... (it's not anything wow, but just thought I'd share)

 

I am Kashmir. By San'aa Sultan.

I AM KASHMIR. Here's some new spoken word poetry by San'aa Sultan for y'all. Have a listen at: . Kashmir has been under siege for the past five days with no medicine, food, communication or internet. Our silence will allow this to continue, so please don't stop here. Find out much more about the situation in Kashmir and spread the word. 

I Cannot Be Ignorant When - Arab Revoloutions

I want my children to be raised not in a cage, nor on the street,
& when they’re fighting for their rights, they will be stable on their feet,
In the spirit of the Arabs who will not settle for defeat,
as the legacy of those who died before victory was achieved.

I feel the pain when my brothers are killed by the tyrants,
Cus if they are not free then I am not either,
And I still feel the pain when my sisters are silenced,
Cus out on the street, they are subject to violence,
I feel the pain when a father’s blood stains the face of his child.
& runs through the street, so they see red for many miles,
Others lie in the street with their fists in the sky,
The souls may leave but the spirit will never die,
When a man no longer fears death, he will fight,

They're bombing for peace. -Libya

Hear they go again; they are bombing for peace,
In Libya they were fighting to bring the regime to its knees,
They wanted Gaddafi weak so they could force him to leave,
So please remember their cries before you choose what you believe,
Is it a coincidence they invaded Iraq today in 2003,
Or that they claimed they would help its people be free,
Remember goverments don’t fight for the sake of humanity,
C’mon believing that would truly be a form of insanity,
Did thy not sell weapons to Gaddafi to enforce his regime?
Or is just me who see’s that they are switching teams,
They said Iraq was invaded to rid the people of Sadam,
& now they bomb Libya to free the people of a man,
8 years on and look at the state of Iraq,
Do the people on Libya need to be victim to that?

Regret Wont Bring Him Back...

I Told Him To Leave The Streets For Deen

Told Him To Forget Money, Told Him To Stay Clean

My Son Wasn't Always A "Badman"

I Know All The Mothers Reading This Know What I Mean

Time Flies As They Say...Further Away He Drifted Each Day

My Heart Cried For Reformity, My Du'as Filled With Desparation

Now I Stand Here Today Proving He Was Innocent; To The Nation

When His Best Friend Was Stabbed And Left Heartlessly To Die

There Was A Noticeable Change In My Son, Wallahi This Mother Tells No Lie

He Hugged Me And Cried And Promised He'd Leave All That For Me

Promised To Be An Example To Others And Wipe My Tears For Eternity

My Little Boy Wanted To Change

My Life Again Full Of *HOPE*

His Smile Was Soo Beautiful

Look Into Their Eyes

People Crying, People Dying..The Truth Has Been Murdered

I Know They're All Lying..

It's All An Illusion, It's A Pre-Planned Deception

If You're A Non Believer Then You're An Exception

I Watch Them Suffer, I Watch Them Cry

I Have Seen Their Hopes...Their Happiness Die

My Sisters Tears Aren't Fake, She's Drowned In Devastation

My Eyes Fill With Tears..Watching This Manipulation

Baby Haniya Is Waiting For Mummy To Be Free

My Heart Breaks Watching Her Wait

Watching Her Wait So Patiently

A Mother Is Eagerly Waiting For Her Son

Innocent Abdullah...Six Years He's Been Gone

I Read It In The Papers, In The News..Everyday

That Innocence Is A Danger To Us In Every Way

But Brothers And Sisters You've Gotta Help Me Out

And This Is Why My Mummys A Hijabi :D

My Mummy Covers From Head To Toe

But Why She Does That, I Did Not Know

She Never Ever Shows Her Hair

What People Think She Does Not Care

Yesterday When She Came To Kiss Me Goodnight

I Asked Her The Reason, She Said With Delight

The Hijab Is What Makes Me Free

Makes Me Feel That I Can Be Me

The Hijab Is My Protector, My Corrector, My Pride

It Embellishes The Feeling That ALLAH Is By My Side

Its A Barrier For Lustful Eyes, It Separates Me From Sin

It Helps Me To Appreciate This Beautiful World I'm In

My Little Princess This World Is Not What It Seems You Shall Learn

With This Perfected Hijab, A Respected Identity You Shall Earn

When People Look At You, A Pure Muslimah They Shall See

A Woman With Self Respect, A Woman Like Me

The Angel Of Death Is Never Late

My Life Shimmered Like Glistening Stars In The Dark Night Sky

As I Slept Peacefully,

Unaware That It Was Time For My Happiness To Die

There I Was Beautifying Each Dream With Complete Concentration

How Was I To Know They Were Shattering..

And Arriving Was Devastation

A Heartbreaking Scream Brought Me Back To Reality

I Rushed Downstairs..But Sadly Only To See..

My Mum In Tears, Screaming My Brothers Name

She Sat There Helplessly Clutching A Photo Frame

"Why Is Everyone Crying?!" I Yelled Impatiently

The Answer Was In Their Eyes, Had I Lost A Part Of Me??

To The Hospital We Rushed As I Held Back My Pain

I Clutched His Hand Tight, His Tears Flowed Like Rain

People Were Surrounding, Prayers Were Loud

Hope Drowning In Pain

Not A Day Goes By When A Mother Doesn't Scream
Not A Day Goes By Without Another Broken Dream
A Rush Of Tears Is Flooding Shattered Hearts
Once Happy Families Have Been Left In Parts
Rivers Of Blood Flow Through Every Street
A Mother And Daughter Are Yearning To Meet

As Much As I Want To Help, I Cant Take Away Their Pain
Watching Innocent Orphans Suffer Is Driving Me Insane
Deep Down In My Heart I Know They Shall Be Free
They Too Shall Smile Happily And Live Like You And Me

This Life Is A Test, That One Day Shall End
Thats When ALLAH Will Make Those Beautiful Hearts Mend
There'll Be No Scream, No Broken Dream, No Death And No Tear
True Eternal Happiness Shall Surely Be Living Here

So Someone Go Tell The Suffering Unmmah To Bravely Hold On Tight

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