This gray, glooming day is saying something.
There's something missing from your graduation.
There's something missing from your celebration.
The contrasting colors are missing.
The bright, bold colors are missing.
There's something blah about this day.
Yup. Yup. Yup.
I'm sorry to have to say it, but there's something blah, something gray.
This gray day is not just gray, it's glooming.
The times when teachers witnessed and lauded perhaps fitna from you and your peers, your egos should not have been greeted.
The Shaitan was not fully defeated.
The good adab achievement score, not just the academic achievement score, was needed.
THE CREATOR of you and me, none other than ALLAH AL-KAREEM, was cheated.
There's no light in the sky, Khai.
Khai, there's no light in the sky.
This gray, glooming day is saying something.
The whole, the brimful sun is held back.
How many young ladies' naked skin, some of their *******, some of their butts, some of their legs, their midriff, and their flowing hair (all that when in public, should be covered, all that you were surrounded by most of the daytime) did you observe and even gaze at?
How much of their near ****** (a male peer of yours at another public high school said in regard to his female peers with their bodies showing in public, "I think the female body wasn't meant to be exposed in public." He's the same one who when a few of his female peers dressed inappropriately walked by barked at them along with a few of his male peers.) regularly tempting, taunting, teasing, stroking, flirting with your blooming *** hormones, your male *** drive, robbing you of your innocence, prayfully and hopefully not your virginity?
How many illegitimate kisses between guys and girls at your public school did you see?
How many incidences of ****** harassment and ****** assault happened on the grounds of your school in part because the free, unsupervised mixing of the sexes and your female classmates in halter shirts and in mini skirts made it easy to get away with?
How much foul language, curse words did you hear and speak?
How many hugs did you receive from and/or give to girls who are not your wives?
How many times did your principal advise the student body to be neutral concerning Palestine and Israel (two of your schoolmates that I met while in the community told me that's what he did)?
How many days and months while attending your public high school did you go without GOD and HIS guiding words being said?
How many times did you feel compelled or forced to pledge allegiance to a flag that as Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf said stands for tyranny and oppression, with the authorities' intention, with the administration's intention of making America, your birth country, your GOD?
How many classes went without the teachings of GOD'S instructions from THE HOLY QURAN?
How many of your peers questioned why the school and its' calendar do not even say that the school's closed for Eid but says so for Christmas and Hanukkah (wrong and rotten the public school system is, their blatant prejudice against Islam, against Muslims, their blatant racism, their blatant discrimination, their blatant hate for Muslims and for GOD, HIMSELF, THE ONE WHO MADE THEM ALL)?
How many teachers without Taqwa said to you, a young, handsome man, a ****, things that were inappropriate?
How many male teachers and other male staff were faulty or poor role models of what a man is suppose to be and how he is supposed to behave?
But it just started to rain, it's 7:28, Khai.
A sign of a new fate.
Giving a new perspective.
A sign of a better path.
An opportunity for this day to come away from the gray.
And for his Mom and Dad's son, my nephew, to shine in another way.
Now that some of the gloom has moved away.
Khai, show ALLAH that you're more than willing and ready to accurately pay.
This for you, Khai, I pray.
By: Auntie Najwa
At the end of writing this poem, a lady, White American standing at a short distance from me said, "You're wonderful. Don't forget it."
ALLAH brought this lady to me. HE brought her to reward me. HE brought me encouragement. HE brought me praise. HE gave me a high five and a pat on the back. ALLAH IS AKBAR! As you throw your graduation cap up to the air, say, ALLAH IS AKBAR! loud enough and confidently enough for ALL TO HEAR, ESPECIALLY FOR THE ONE WHO'S THE REASON YOU WALKED ACROSS THE STAGE; THAT ONE IS ALLAH.
WE SAY TO YOU, OH DEAR ALLAH, SHUKRAN JAZILAN FOR BESTOWING UPON US YOUR RAHMA AND BARAKA. AL HAMDULILAHI RABBIL 'ALAMIN. AL HAMDULILAH WA SHUKRULILLAH.