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I have been gone for a long time Too long for me to count But I've been gone doing some thinking Remembering what my mentor once said "you know what Forget this! Grab hearts with your fist" So I left the stage Went into hiding And grabbed my heart with an open fist See, Mad Max was nothing Mus was nothing Zero is definitely nothing So why would I call myself any of these names? Because Mustafa wanted to give them something Mustafa wanted to give them meaning But they tried to take over So I left the scene And thought about my mentor "You know what Forget this" I knew I had to forget the past Move my *** forward And show everyone that Mustafa is back Back on the center of the stage Ready to read what I wrote Speak what I know Express my feelings and emotions Unlike those masks Trying to make me a missing link In this exhausted world "Grab hearts with your fist" I can't help but keep remembering this one line The line that helped me go beyond what I originally did And gave me life beyond attempted ****** I mean life beyond a depressed lifestyle I know where I am now Why I'm back now Because of that line My mentor My friend My allies Mustafa has made a return to the stage Ready to speak against myself No ready to speak for the future NO! Ready to speak... For a new change and a new start
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
Tribute to a Mentor
O the One brighter than the brightest star! O the One who talked to the moon above! O the One whose presence bloomed all the flowers! O the Beaut One! O the Belovently Beloved One! O, Mustafa! You are the source of sparkle for our illuminating universe. Your luminosity left the shimmering sea overjoyed. Your benignity softened the hearts of hard-hearted. Your nobility had left me breathless. For how can I describe the indescribable?
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Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 6:09 AM UTC
The Indescribable
In the streets of Mecca and Medina I pray I get lost. Searching my way whole day in heat I will exhaust.__ Who knows after being much tossed and shoved. I may find the stepped paths of my Mustafa beloved.__ I'll garland and decorate those paths with flowers nice; As those will be paths of success leading to paradise.__
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
Paths of success
Welcome to America Where they call it the home of the brave While millions of Americans are working as slaves Barely passing the minimum wage As the government gives out food stamps to put out the rage They check out our mailbox They listen to our phone calls They'd do anything to throw us Back where we came from Like a pack of animals Like we're fresh out the zoo While millions of citizens walk around Without a fucken clue About what the government is able to do Welcome to America Where they call themselves the land of the free While 47 million people struggle with poverty They got more food banks than schools More negative media on the news Names like Jamal, Raheem, Abdul Can't get through an airport in peace "Zainab Mustafa, Come with us please" They look at my fam and think they got us all down Like all immigrants are the same Like we're all fucken clowns Got the cops pulling me over for no **** reason ***** looks from left and right As if I committed treason They treat us like ebola Like we're a fucken disease Anything to get us to leave No matter what we do, It will never appease As if Columbus was the first to walk this land Not the people with painted faces and feathered bands Have y'all forgotten the first people here were brown not white? Talking about freedom of speech Like they own the bill of rights The irony of the first amendment Freedom of religion Yet they've still condemned it To practice anything other than their own Expecting church to be attended Expecting us to forget what we've known "You're in America now! The past doesn't matter!" I'm not here to fit in Or kiss someone's *** to flatter Welcome to America Once known as Freedonia Where the cities never sleep Diagnosed with insomnia As homeless shelters are packed And crackheads fill the streets As government officials lay on Egyptian cotton sheets Welcome to America Where there is no war Where we watch your every move And predict what's in store Anything we can do to reassure A more secure nation Even if it means cleaning up these immigrant abominations So have a wonderful stay In our lovely USA
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
Welcome To America.
Welcome to America Where they call it the home of the brave While millions of Americans are working as slaves Barely passing the minimum wage As the government gives out food stamps to put out the rage They check out our mailbox They listen to our phone calls They'd do anything to throw us Back where we came from Like a pack of animals Like we're fresh out the zoo While millions of citizens walk around Without a fucken clue About what the government is able to do Welcome to America Where they call themselves the land of the free While 47 million people struggle with poverty They got more food banks than schools More negative media on the news Names like Jamal, Raheem, Abdul Can't get through an airport in peace "Zainab Mustafa, Come with us please" They look at my fam and think they got us all down Like all immigrants are the same Like we're all fucken clowns Got the cops pulling me over for no **** reason ***** looks from left and right As if I committed treason They treat us like ebola Like we're a fucken disease Anything to get us to leave No matter what we do, It will never appease As if Columbus was the first to walk this land Not the people with painted faces and feathered bands Have y'all forgotten the first people here were brown not white? Talking about freedom of speech Like they own the bill of rights The irony of the first amendment Freedom of religion Yet they've still condemned it To practice anything other than their own Expecting church to be attended Expecting us to forget what we've known "You're in America now! The past doesn't matter!" I'm not here to fit in Or kiss someone's *** to flatter Welcome to America Once known as Freedonia Where the cities never sleep Diagnosed with insomnia As homeless shelters are packed And crackheads fill the streets As government officials lay on Egyptian cotton sheets Welcome to America Where there is no war Where we watch your every move And predict what's in store Anything we can do to reassure A more secure nation Even if it means cleaning up these immigrant abominations So have a wonderful stay In our lovely USA
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ALLAHUMMA SALLI ALA MUHAMMADIW WA ALA AALI MUHAMMADIN KAMAA SALLAITA ALA IBRAHIMA WA ALA AALI IBRAHIMA INNAKA HAMIDUM MAJID. ALLAHUMMA BAARIK ALA MUHAMMADIW WA ALA AALI MUHAMMADIN KAMAA BAARAKTA ALA IBRAHIMA WA ALA AALI IBRAHIMA INNAKA HAMIDUM MAJID. Allahumma! Send blessings upon (Holy Prophet)Muhammad and upon theProgeny of (Holy Prophet)Muhammad as You sent blessings upon Ibraheem and upon the Progeny of Ibraheem; indeed, You are praiseworthy and glorious. Allahumma! Bless (Holy Prophet)Muhammad and the Progeny of (Holy Prophet)Muhammad as You blessed Ibraheem and the Progeny of Ibraheem; indeed, You are praise worthy and glorious. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Drop by Drop Drop by Drop Everytime, anytime Let it fall. Let it fall. My worthy tears. Never stop. Never stop. Till I see My beloved Mustafa(SAW)
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
A Prayer i
ha! yes! sure as heck I'm not exactly jumping for joy in these end days of dying planetary life, threatened existences, starving homeless 5 year old Mustafa's, engaged Supremacists, murdered black boys, hillbilly junkies, fading healthcare, America First & talk of 'our destiny' & ******** such, but what am I to do? Watch Star Trek re-runs & eat ice-cream? America calls out to be noticed, & heck what else can we do but pay attention.
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
Tired of all this! ... well so am I.
Saleel suggested his name for moderator, It increased my curiosity, and I understood he must be lover of our creator. One day a man with same name entered a thread. His opponents were angered and became red. He was merciless and continued with his onslaught. He didn't give up until the lesson was taught. He held tightly the rope of Allah in his fist. Very soon he was in Taskeen's friend list. He believes in the policy of 'tit for tat'. He loves animal specially big round cat. Now I see a different side of him. He is polite, kind, lively and not grim In both worlds may Allah give him fame. Amir Mustafa is his name.
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
FRIEND FOUND
He slowly reached out towards me gently pressing his right hand to the heart beneath my chest and following the third beat radiated into his palm, he said: Tell me, do you believe in life without love?      - Mustafa Tattan She looked into my eyes; finding for the darkest abyss her coveted gaze doused me in fervour and in one blink of an eye, she asked: Tell me now, do you believe in life without us? - Noorul Ain
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
life speaks
George stared at his host with great trepidation, never had he been in such a surprising situation. But his host just looked at him and gave him a smile, saying why not sit down - you’ll be here for a while. Chairs there were none, what was George to do, but noticing his predicament his host called out to the guard at the door to bring him a chair which he did from the restaurant at the foot of the stairs. “I called you up here to see me today as I have things very important to say, and to warn you of what may suddenly take place,” said he with a confident look on his face. “First, this proliferation must cease, it’s spreading all over just like a disease, destroying our culture and corrupting our youth, bringing to our society morals uncouth, the infidels’ influence is everywhere around, and is increasing and growing by leaps and by bounds. George was confused, what did it all mean, so he asked his host, could you kindly explain, “Of course,” said he, “let me tell you again, this disease that I speak of is known the world over as the curse of imperialism, the American Hamburger!" from The Adventures of George ©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
George meets Mustafa bin Maden
He doesn't exist anymore Well he does But I'm in the driver's seat now Mustafa is such a weak soul Everything people like about him That is all me Mustafa is just a body Useful for movement I'm the true mastermind He would never know what to do next If it weren't for me But his time has come and fine Now, I am free I am here to run this show And soon He will cease to exist
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
Untitled