"najwa" poems
Hijab is my crown
shaped in a circle
around my head
like that of a full moon
bringing light
from the One
who has commanded me
to wear it
to my face
Hijab is my crown
shaped in a circle
around my head
like a merry-go-round
rotating with a joyful force
in places near and far
illuminating its power
a reflection of my soul
and inner beauty
Hijab is my crown
shaped in a circle
around my head
the way whirling dervishes move
we're so high
aspiring nearness to Allah Masha'Allah
our act of wearing hijab daily
deserving of much respect
and Insha Allah
The Seventh Heaven
Hijab is my crown
shaped in a circle
around my head
like a spinning wheel
many made
in different colors
and in different textures
each brightening the world
and when wearing it
like Khadijah (AS), Fatimah (AS), and Aisha (RA)
attracts attention of the best kind
Hijab is my crown
shaped in a circle
around my head
like Big Ben
I'm so high
dignified
a visible ambassador
of Islam
saying no to immodesty
and saying yes to our Majesty
Hijab is my crown
shaped in a circle
around my head
like a halo
starting my day with Bismillah
and looking into the mirror
to carefully donn it
I remember
I'm doing this to help men
married and unmarried
from sinning
and to protect myself
from impurity and immoral acts
as
Hijab is my crown
for me a Queen
By: Najwa Kareem
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
In Allah’s eyes, you are special…each and every one of us.
In Allah’s eyes, there could be a blessing waiting for you.
In Allah’s eyes, you have a shimmering heart.
In Allah’s eyes, your hands mirror His.
In Allah’s eyes, the chance to do the impossible is every day.
In Allah’s eyes, there is no one better than you except the one better in character.
In Allah’s eyes, you’ve given it your all.
In Allah’s eyes, He’s giving you everything you need.
In Allah’s eyes, your walls are transparent.
In Allah’s eyes, your affections reach many.
In Allah’s eyes, you’re the only one who stands in the way.
In Allah’s eyes, your Salam means more than peace.
In Allah’s eyes, your mistakes are no secret and His love is still there.
In Allah’s eyes, truth is all we know.
In Allah’s eyes, we have an infinite number of beginnings.
In Allah’s eyes, you are everywhere He can see.
In Allah’s eyes, you doubt how close you are to Him.
In Allah’s eyes, you are gracious and kind.
In Allah’s eyes, you’re doing right with His special favor.
In Allah’s eyes, there’s only one constant in your life.
In Allah’s eyes, your face shines bright.
By Najwa Kareem
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Color is light. Color is grace. Color is a garden.
Since when was white not a color.
Since when was white the other.
Since when was white not your brother.
You are no better than us. We are no better than you. You are a color like us. We are a color like you.
Color is a gift. Color is magic. Color is our skin.
Color is divine. Color is no mistake.
Color is just a color.
Color is a window.
Color is bliss.
Color is the Lord’s stage.
Color is alive. Color is eternity.
Color is noteworthy.
Color is original. Color is a story.
Color is extending.
Color is our breath.
Color is sunshine. Color is our life line.
Color is captivating.
Color is our wings.
Color is love.
Color is beautiful.
Color is you. Color is I. Color is he. Color is she. Color is us.
by: Najwa Kareem
February 2017
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
Anticipation rising
as our holiday nears
My gosh, Eid ul Fitr
is already here
In the early morning
on your way to groom and a bath
I know it's so because
I too clean up to be on the same path
Squeaky clean
the skin on our faces shine
A gigantic goal accomplished
oh we're feeling really fine
Who needs Christmas when we've got Eid
a festivity that includes all Muslims even those in need
Decorative clothes we wear while extending our hearts to each other and offering a good cheer
it isn't hard to tell our love of our religion is near
From the same community we come, it's known we throw a fun-filled Eid party
"Because this is my holiday" and our festive spirits aught to be really hearty
Allah hu Akbar, the accessory and ornament of our special day
along with a duo and nearly two billion others, you'll hear me loudly say
When little girls, Atefeh's and my enthusiasm about Eid blossoming as we sang an Eid song perhaps trying to compete
"From sunrise to sunset, no food did we eat. All praises are due to Allah, our fast is now complete."
Mehdi whose thoughts of his beloved in the distance too busy with his boys climbing trees and ducking low
a long time friend of two families to witness a wedding and a start of an Eid tradition that brings the community together, what a show
So here's to Mehdi and Atefeh, Eid enthusiasts among a few
showing you gratitude and appreciation, for we've heard it said "It takes one to know two."
by: Najwa Kareem
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
I'm crying out but I shed no tears
Notice me, Notice me
Nobody thinks of me
Notice me, Notice me
Why do they blame me?
Notice me, Notice me
I smile to hide the pain
Notice me, Notice me
My laugh is loud but can't be heard
Notice me, Notice me
When it thunders, I sleep
Notice me, Notice me
I eat but my stomach never fills
Notice me, Notice me
The world around me screams "Wow!" and I ask "How?"
Notice me, Notice me
Love for another...Love for another, does it really exist?
Notice me, Notice me
Too busy running, too self-absorbed
Notice me, Notice me
Everyone around me unable to see
Notice me, Notice me
When everything breaks, I'm left to pick up the pieces
Notice me, Notice me
Illusions are the prize and me a tear in their eyes
Notice me, Notice me
I count 1, 2, 3...You see
Notice me, Notice me
Last on the list, other things on it first
Notice me, Notice me
I walk, I run it matters nonetheless
Notice me, Notice me
My roar overflows with words without pages
Notice me, Notice me
I wink at the bright yellow sun as the birds fly by
Notice me, Notice me
Look how high my broken swing touches the sky
Notice me, Notice me
Subdued by it all, my stillness keeps me afloat
Notice me, Notice me
Why me, Why me
Notice me, Notice me
Why not us, Why not us
Notice me, Notice me
-Najwa Kareem
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
She chose to sit in the driver's seat
Marzieh Hashemi isn't afraid of the smoldering heat
nor is she like the rest that one should try to beat
Like a butterfly in the mountain's wind
she'll pick up speed and bounce to the end
and help those around her confidently amend
Insightful, optimistic, she'll make you think
distracted by her intelligence, you'll feel no need to blink
on a gathering day, she looked beautiful in pink
Safety, cheer, and comfort were well dished out
to more than her own, a Mother for all to draw to and pout
Our unforgettable journey is Marzieh Hashemi, an icon of strength to plead about
By: Najwa Kareem
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
US President Trump declared Jerusalem to be the capital of Israel.
How brazen.
He dare not hide his allegiance with thugs, war criminals, terrorists, thieves, heartless creatures, shall I go on.
He corrupt enough to give ownership of a capital rightfully belonging to Palestine to blood thirsty Zionists.
People all over the world protesting, demonstrating, showing their resistance to Trump's nonsense for more than a week now.
Most of the protests reactionary.
Although the protests are purposeful and necessary, ongoing consistent proactive resistance is what is needed.
Regretfully is what is lacking.
Keffiyah, donned by many following Trump's wicked declaration. The garment of solidarity with an oppressed land and oppressed people & a resistance to ongoing Zionist colonialism & criminality.
Buy One, Wear One, Speak up with One. Educate with One. Avoid being reactionary with One. Be proactive with One.
Long live Al-Quds. Long live Palestine. May God always protect the Holy Land.
by Najwa Kareem
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
Marjan Asi worked super hard to get her Ph.D.
And now she can celebrate with her really happy and proud family
A graduation party with a piece of cake and a cup of Persian or Arab tea
Allah hu Akbar, Rah-rah, Woo-hoo, Way To Go
for the one and only
Independent and determined,
Marjan by herself moved to a new land
leaving behind her beloved parents,
Mr. and Mrs. Asi
What a fantastic job they did grooming she
Islamic and Middle Eastern Studies is what she precisely chose to study
With a goal in mind and Allah in her heart,
she pursued it to the end
for the betterment of we
Marjan Asi with a Ph.D.
Oh my God, Unbelievable, I knooow, I'll say it to many
Asking at Eid prayer,
wondering how she's doing it with a toddler son and a new baby
My husband,
He's over there,
He helps a lot, she said to me
Like with everything,
it took cooperation
walking and working together,
she and her family tree
Marjan Asi with a Ph.D.
From a top world ranked university
In a subject area regarded supreme
by The Highest Deity
You did it, my friend,
Marjan, Dr. Asi
Shukran Lillah, Shukran Jazilan,
Al hamdulilah,
I've said it to THE/thee
By: Najwa Kareem
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 3:23 PM UTC
You're going to force me to violate a practice that has been ordained upon me by GOD for specific reasons after locking me up when I've committed no crime.
You're going to bully me and try to intimidate me and the many others who cover our hair and our body parts in order to dress modestly when in public and dignify ourselves.
You're going to forcefully remove my headscarf I've been willingly wearing after my conversion to the most perfected faith tradition, with the last, final, revised God's words' edition.
Well now you've contributed to a response to injustice in me.
Well now you've contributed to a response to violations of civil liberties, human rights, and religious freedom in me.
Well now you've contributed to a response to a crime against me and my blood and religious family in me.
Well now you've agitated a trend of resistance.
Well now you've fueled a trend of by whatever means necessary.
Well now you've instigated a trend of I love my GOD, I love my Prophet, I love my religion and you're not going to stop me.
Well now you've aggrevated a trend of many who are ready to stand up for me, by many who like me, by many who are like and unlike me.
Well now you've wised up a bit and have let me perform one of my religious duties, the wearing of my headscarf again proudly.
By: Najwa Kareem
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI
NO RESPECT For YOU, NWMI
Generally speaking, KEIN RESPEKT
In the grand scheme of things,
they do NOTHING FOR THE OPPRESSED
NWMI tun im Grunde NICHTS FÜR DIE MUSTADHAFIN
Tell me, what have they done for Yemen?
Tell me, what have they done for Palestine?
Tell me, what have they done for Syria?
Tell me, what have they done for Nigeria?
Tell me, what have they done for Myanmar?
Tell me, what have they done for oppressed Blacks in America
besides feeding some black persons who are homeless
food of lesser quality than they fed themselves at their Galas/parties and at their Eid celebrations
and offering a few BLM programs during BLM's buzz moment, trending time, media coverage frenzy?
Unlike many other Islamic, non-profit organizations run by Muslims,
they have all this money to do a lot with
And comparatively speaking,
they continuously have all this money to do a lot with
Though NWMI, you've learned from with unyielding thanks to them a few Imams and leaders
branded as freedom fighters
voices of the oppressed
who have taught you accurate information
and as far as I know, have not been guest speakers at any of your "signature" programs
So you encourage social responsibility through service
Serving who?
Serving "your own"?
Serving those who in comparison to the world's oppressed and needy
and to those oppressed and needy, both Muslims and non-Muslims in your own backyard
don't need to be served
Ha ha, what a joke
"Hold on to the rope of Allah all together and be not divided." Qur'an 3:103
in bold it reads, a welcome to their website
Well, they've divided themselves
They've separated themselves alright
from the Mustadhafin
The most oppressed of the believers,
they've separated themselves from
I'm sure the ones you look to as role models
the Ahlul Bayt (AS)
would highly approve of your complicit, apathetic ways
Their feet followed the Mustadhafin everywhere they were
everywhere they went
You're NOT following in the Ahlul Bayt's footsteps
You're NOT
We smell hypocrisy and we hate that smell
We hate that smell called hypocrisy
KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI
Tell me, what have you done for Iraq?
Tell me, what have you done for Afghanistan?
Tell me, what have you done for Somalia?
Tell me, what have you done for Pakistan?
Tell me, what have you done for Palästina, for again, Palestine
"...PALESTINE CONTINUES TO BE THE ISSUE
and ISRAEL, ZIONIST ISRAEL CONTINUES TO BE THE PROBLEM." (IMAM ASI, 5/2008)
Surely, you know, they're dying right now
They're mourning right now. RIGHT NOW
Tell me, what have you done for them?
Tell me, what have you done for me and my people...yeh the ones who are suffering in unfathomable ways all over the place?
Tell me, what have you done for my bleeding mercilessly, oppressed family?
Tell me, what have you done for my yelling loudly, screaming their hearts out for help brethren...our brothers and our sisters?
Tell me, what have you done for my regularly targeted, innocent, dear human friends?
In the grand scheme of things,
Nix
Nothing
KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI
NO RESPECT For YOU, NWMI
I THINK YOU HEARD ME
By: Najwa Kareem
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 5:37 PM UTC
Have you ever been hugged by God?
Hugged so tight you could feel His love.
Hugged so tight you were perplexed by His love for you.
Have you ever been hugged by God?
Have you ever been hugged by God?
Hugged by arms that wouldn't let up.
His tight clasp saying I accept you. I'm by your side.
I'm in front of you. I'm behind you.
Have you ever been hugged by God?
Have you ever been hugged by God?
Hugged and soothed by His sweet smell of the seventh Heaven.
One saying Will you come back.
One asserting I would like to see you more.
I would like to be with you more.
Have you ever been hugged by God?
Have you ever been hugged by God?
Like that of a father's that speaks I'm proud of you.
Like that of a mother's that says I love you.
Like that of a child that utters I want to play with you.
Have you ever been hugged by God?
Have you ever been hugged by God?
His friendly pull of the arms telling you I know you very well.
I know you completely.
I'm elated to see you.
Have you ever been hugged by God?
Have you ever been hugged by God?
By His huge hug that is solid and says You are secure.
An embrace that affirms You can count on Me.
A hug that says There is a place to rest.
Have you ever been hugged by God?
by: Najwa Kareem
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
They know we are there but they wish not to see us and they wish not for us to see them.
A wall was intentionally placed behind them and in front of us.
Many words are spoken but from whose mouths they come from we do not know.
Is the wall a barrier or are their words?
To them it is not important that we see.
Sufficient is that we only hear.
They on the other hand have permitted themselves sight and sound.
The use of two senses and we one.
Is physical space made of air between them and us not enough of a distance?
Instead they thought to put up a wall.
A wall that upsets us.
A wall that humiliates us.
A wall that obscures us.
A wall that hurts us.
A wall that makes them forget about us.
With their wall, they have made us not a part of them.
We feel excluded.
We feel we are unimportant.
We are made to feel inferior.
If they were on our side of the wall,
Might they know then how we feel?
Might they know then what their wall has done?
By: Najwa Kareem
written on June 16, 2017
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
Sitting down
My face turned towards yours
You looking at me
Me looking at you
Why do you cry?
Looking at you,
in your eyes,
I have reason to cry
By: Najwa Kareem
Dec 23, 2023
Dec 23, 2023 at 5:47 PM UTC
Standing and looking up from underneath these Allah made magnificent trees while waiting for the next bus to come
with all of their complexities, dimensions, features
each branch artistically and uniquely designed
many almost hook like in shape
variations of pink colored carnation flowers hanging delicately from them in light, medium, and dark shades
with pin drop size black dot on each flower's stem
complemented by green and copper tone leaves
I see All Blue Skies and think they should see All Blue Skies, too
Looking up, I think it isn't fair that I see what I see
All Blue Skies and people of Palestine, people of Gaza don't see the same and don't have the same
Do they even have a moment of pause
a chance to look up at what's above
an opportunity to marvel at something
to rest a bit
And if they have lived or survived to be able to look above their heads
isn’t it often
that they see gray or black and not All Blue
Is it not rubble from deadly bombs that they see falling down on them
for many, many not to live life as they were meant to live it
Looking up at the All Blue Skies from underneath these marvelous trees
I shake my head right to left, left to right and with expressions on my face I wish I myself could see, think this isn’t fair
When we look up at the All Blue Skies above our heads and wonder why our blue skies don’t feel as blue
It’s because Palestine’s All Blue Skies aren’t there
It’s because people of Palestine and people of Gaza don’t have them that we don’t relate to them and their long standing, ongoing struggle
Because they don’t have what we have, we don’t see them as one of us
But like Nelson Mandela said, We know too well that our freedom is incomplete without the freedom of the Palestinians.
We have a lot of work to do
with us unified and with proper guidance by moral leadership
We have a lot to do
So that All Blue Skies are had by all and felt by all
We should all work in significant, high priority ways – be the Abds,
be the servants, be the slaves that Allah created us to be for Him
so that All Blue Skies for Palestine’s Human Lives are seen clearly, seen vividly, from everywhere on the globe
And afterwards, when we look up wherever we are at the All Blue Skies sitting above our heads,
we’ll feel not blue
By: Najwa Kareem
Oct 14, 2023
Oct 14, 2023 at 12:10 PM UTC
Raids, rockets, guns, slaughter
any way to **** my friends’ daughters, my friends’ brothers, my friends’ mothers, my friends’ fathers.
I see your ash covered faces, I see your blood streaming, I see your tears dropping. I see your still bodies unprotected, I see your bullet covered corpses lying flat, I see your open wounds throbbing
Calling on you to keep fighting. Urging you to continue shouting. Begging you to carry on uniting.
I’m here for you in a hidden place until we meet. You’ve been there for me in Gaza’s streets.
Like our beloved Prophet, you’re suffering so
Yet you keep giving us a martyrdom show.
I remember you. I’m obliged not to eat. It’s Ramadan you know and it’ll end with a feast. But my dear friends will be missing at the table. I’ll be missing too but not because I’m gone. Because I’ll be standing up holding my Palestinian friends’ hands until the morning’s dawn.
Devils with legs, Satans with money...
How dare you try to smother our faith, ruin my friends’ homes, steal their three-shaded bands.
Who do you think you are? King of Iran? You’d do better to follow the Quran.
At least be a real Jew, at least be a real Christian, at least be a real Muslim. Netanyahu, Obama, Al Saud.
You heard me! Does your God approve of your devil worship? Does your God approve of your insanity? Does your God approve of your missing heart?
Just because you hate the truth - The Power it has – Its power to positively change the world. To stop you in your tracks. Don’t take that out on me. I AM THEM in a different part of the world. Like them, I AM HUMAN.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
No way would you bulldoze yourself. No way would you set fire on yourself. No way would you drop bombs on yourself. So why do this to my friends? Why do this to me?
Listen! My oppressed friends are dying and much of the world is crying. The planet Earth is quickly frying.
Do you not see…"Palestine is the Issue." Thank you Imam Asi.
My dear friends facing great oppression - I will not turn my head away. My soul will not act as though you don’t matter. As though you don’t exist. As though I don’t care. I do! I’m bleeding too and I feel for you. I extend my hand and give you Salam. I embrace you - in your time of urgent need, in your time of struggle.
LONG LIVE PALESTINE! LONG LIVE MY OPPRESSED FRIEND!
By: Najwa Kareem
July 9, 2015
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 12:01 PM UTC
Raids, rockets, guns, slaughter
any way to **** my friends’ daughters, my friends’ brothers, my friends’ mothers, my friends’ fathers.
I see your ash covered faces, I see your blood streaming, I see your tears dropping. I see your still bodies unprotected, I see your bullet covered corpses lying flat, I see your open wounds throbbing
Calling on you to keep fighting. Urging you to continue shouting. Begging you to carry on uniting.
I’m here for you in a hidden place until we meet. You’ve been there for me in Gaza’s streets.
Like our beloved Prophet, you’re suffering so
Yet you keep giving us a martyrdom show.
I remember you. I’m obliged not to eat. It’s Ramadan you know and it’ll end with a feast. But my dear friends will be missing at the table. I’ll be missing too but not because I’m gone. Because I’ll be standing up holding my Palestinian friends’ hands until the morning’s dawn.
Devils with legs, Satans with money...
How dare you try to smother our faith, ruin my friends’ homes, steal their three-shaded bands.
Who do you think you are? King of Iran? You’d do better to follow the Quran.
At least be a real Jew, at least be a real Christian, at least be a real Muslim. Netanyahu, Obama, Al Saud.
You heard me! Does your God approve of your devil worship? Does your God approve of your insanity? Does your God approve of your missing heart?
Just because you hate the truth - The Power it has – Its power to positively change the world. To stop you in your tracks. Don’t take that out on me. I AM THEM in a different part of the world. Like them, I AM HUMAN.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
No way would you bulldoze yourself. No way would you set fire on yourself. No way would you drop bombs on yourself. So why do this to my friends? Why do this to me?
Listen! My oppressed friends are dying and much of the world is crying. The planet Earth is quickly frying.
Do you not see…"Palestine is the Issue." Thank you Imam Asi.
My dear friends facing great oppression - I will not turn my head away. My soul will not act as though you don’t matter. As though you don’t exist. As though I don’t care. I do! I’m bleeding too and I feel for you. I extend my hand and give you Salam. I embrace you - in your time of urgent need, in your time of struggle.
LONG LIVE PALESTINE! LONG LIVE MY OPPRESSED FRIEND!
By: Najwa Kareem
July 9, 2015
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
Who'd be good to help make a reason to rise breakfast
because I'm thinking of waffles being cooked
She who stood in our home's kitchen on an early am Sunday
frying MorningStar sausages in a pan
My Mom told her
You cook like how your Mom cooks so perfectly
Any food lover would be a fan
Fatima Z said at the end of an evening program at I.E.C.
I'm going to help a friend now who's deaf
It's an hours drive to get there
As you can see
she's much bigger than a chef
She who on the 1st day of Eid
tricked us saying she wanted to stop at the mall to buy herself clothing
instead came out with Eid gifts for her friends
illustrating Ramadan's lesson of no greed
Fatima Z upon entering the Akhgar crib
cleaned and organized their entire kitchen
No thanks in return did she want
Who does that as a guest
Far from looking like one
she moved around comfortably
working hard with no desire of ditchin
She holding the hand of an elderly lady
speaking Farsi to her as best she could
as she guided her walk carefully to the end of the path
all her focus on a charity
Fatima Z after giving a short speech
on Fati's wedding day
was described by my Father as wise
Her good spirit and happiness filled the air
like can be felt in the month of May
She organized Fati's second bridal shower
Planned with me on the phone late at night Fati's Bday party
Commuted from one distant city to another
to help Fati through labor and delivery
Extremely hospitable
Fatima Z on an incredibly tragic day
offered us something to drink
in our own house
said T
Not only her way
but what it is her beautiful eyes and smile blink
All these thoughts or memories of her came to mind this morning
She I remember
and blown away that immediately afterwards
I reflect that today's the 9th of September
Fatima Z, a lady is she
It's your birthday
from Najwa
She'll likely humbly chuckle
hee, hee
By: Najwa
Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 8:52 PM UTC
Imam MUSA, M for man, USA, for America, the great dister
he, a Muslim American leader in a country, Zionist, her sister
known to be a disgusting, agonizing, maximus blister
No coincidence, your death and mourning your loss is happening at Thanksgiving
Sucker punched by America’s lies and propaganda was not your way of living
Nor when you were exposing the barbaric, perpetual crimes of your native land were you kidding
A consistent, reliable voice of the Mustadhafeen
You were among them, Islamically preaching, Islamically teaching and influencing many to the deen
You're one of the Mumineen
Isn't that, right? He speaking confidently, speaking truth, he’d ask us during a speech or presentation
A bright smile and a joke here and there to lighten the misery of his peoples' condition, certainly no vacation
far from what humans are rightfully due, far from elation
He focused on what it is that I can do
and encouraged us to join him, walk the talk, for those many with only one shoe
Please lend a hand - Please come together and help out the needy, the oppressed, the suffering, too
Beautifully created, more beautiful on the inside
he brought clarity and unique features to our understanding of America's fake pride
and Zionist Israel's, Saudi Arabia's, and other corrupt nations' injustices, so grossly wide
Not pro American, but pro Islam, pro truth, pro equality, pro peace, pro brotherhood, pro Palestine, pro The Islamic Republic of Iran
Salam, dearest Imam, we should've done more and at least regularly said to you, Shukran
By not letting your legacy die, through actions, more than words, Insha Allah, we'll meet you and make it up in the heaven's dawn
By: Najwa Kareem
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 5:05 PM UTC
Guys, remember Max T?
The Israeli at the Zionist Embassy
in Washington, DC
"Atefah is a terrorist," he loves being a bully
Max T couldn't keep away from KAAS (Keffiyeh As A (head) Scarf) fighting, sister-in-law of Ensi
You know her, never far away on the battleground from her bestie, Asi
and the wife of a husband demonstrating Muslim male heroism, Mehti
We both love Palestine and its persecuted people, right, sweetie
On 1/6/25, God's blessings fell from a sky in serenity
to remind us of how the works of purity
can turn Max T into Mehti
As quickly as the snowflakes in the new year blew jittery,
Standing in the procession line, the look-alike's poster reading, Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya, let free
From Max T to Mehti,
the power of actions of piety
and self-determination emerging consistently
showing the world what can result when we stand for the downtrodden's dignity
Max T, of the Israhelli Embassy
metamorphose Mehti (Mehdi Nahidian), of Palestinian solidarity
By: Najwa Kareem
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 7:57 PM UTC
One of the best at it
moving efficiently
he cleans up his mess
using all the tools in his kit
Go on my brother
I knew you'd do it
Even when others don't understand
he cleans up his mess
working hard
doing what is needed
until all damaged parts
are buried in the sand
I say looking up
Bismillah hir rahman nir raheem
Please bring him again to the deen
He backs out strong
Brother's muscles moving
brother's gone
Do you need help?
randomly appearing another asked
Allah's voice speaking unmasked
I say looking up
my hands open to the sky
Bismillah hir rahman nir raheem
Please bring him again to the deen
He backs out strong
no need to look behind
the bright sight ahead
moving him right along
By: Najwa Kareem
Written on 12/22/21
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
Netanyahu to the electric chair
So, people no longer despair
Our voices loud up in the air
Because his actions show he doesn't care
Netanyahu to the electric chair
So, people no longer despair
Our voices loud up in the air
Because his actions show he doesn't care
Netanyahu to the electric chair
So, people no longer despair
Our voices loud up in the air
Because his actions show he doesn't care
Netanyahu to the electric chair
Netanyahu to the electric chair
Netanyahu to the electric chair
So, people no longer despair
By: Najwa Kareem
Jul 28, 2024
Jul 28, 2024 at 4:06 PM UTC
All baby blue sky wide and vast overhead
looking upward
in front of me, behind me, right, and left
all clear and no red
Not one imperfection do I see
like that of any Father
if he chooses
if he tries hard
not impossible for that of a Father of one, two, or three
God's final Prophet and Messenger (PBUH), Best Ab Ever
rose when his daughter, Lady Fatimah (AS) entered the room
his willingness to take chirping birds, his blood and others to the heavens
a role model for men with kids, a captivating, best-selling book, so clever
The sun's bright and radiant shine
a freedom-for-the-oppressed fighting Pop
whose love and care were shown consistently
reminding me of The Black Prince of yours and mine
From miles away, a Baba inconveniently rises from a table of food and folks, a comfortable place to be
on the phone, he speaks with each of his children
at the end of a thought-provoking speech, three daughters circling around him
an inspiring, beautiful, unforgettable sight for me
Similar to the gentle, merciful, ocean-shore-sounding, trees-blowing breeze outside
a Father's "Nothing bad to say, Dad" influence
uplifts, encourages bravery, soothes, guides, offers peace, stability and flexibility when needed
motivation, joy, and a little wiggle and giggle by-his/her-side
The sky big, open, and inviting
a crow in a special air ***** its wings a bit and then glides
Abu's son or daughter once a child
all clear skies, the pilot's plane rides
He smiles She smiles
I'm glad
He listens
Nothing bad to say, Dad.
By: Najwa Kareem
*Written on 6/19/22
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:10 PM UTC
Fatima Showkat,
with a caring heart
wherever oppressed Palestinians at.
Fatima, a Showkat
raising her Palestinian flag
and if she needed to defend others
would use a cat virtuous herself bat.
Fatima Showkat, a cat of purebred
bred from parents of the same looking, pro human rights activists for those too many unfed
a bred we recognize, a strand we know, Fatima Showkat
nurtured from Muslim communities of the same front stage act.
Mahdi's beautiful cat at a show turned beloved household pet
and one of Kibbutz Blinken's best fighting for justice and equality winning bet
purring No to settlements on a stolen land
hissing No US taxpayers' dollars to Biden's and Blinken's right filthy hand.
Showkat's water bowl filled of fake blood to dump swiftly on US Secretary of State rolling in corruption and lies command,
she with his hated Atefeh 'Rockband'
hardworking, repeated meowing, awarded pedigreed
chasing ***** of red, black, white, and green yarn and running with her fellow active kibbutz cats to successfully proceed.
Pro ALLAH's Adl, pure blooded Showkat is regularly scratching the rug of Zionism and colonialism
Her low-pitched meowing and long stretches to put an end to Israel's terrorism
Jumping at times and when necessary slow moving in the day or in the night
with her eyes glowing to outstare and rebuke America's funded Zionist imperialism.
Fatima, a Showkat worth thousands of ajr
purring, finding her cat's paws' way wholeheartedly with the people of Palestine
to God's heavenly canopy at dawn or fajr.
Fatima Showkatian,
the Showkat for the fight for oppressed peoples' freedom
we applaud you, Kat, for the world knows your bravesome
and it is better for your sacrificial bigsome.
By: Najwa Kareem
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 9:55 PM UTC
In the Nahi house, they wed in nineteen ninety seven
Chilly and brisk on an Autumn day,
it was hard to know it on the inside,
their faces glowing like that of heaven
Rokh & Nahi, looking of young Hollywood,
a beauty in a photo
resembling one of Nahi's mom and pop's,
my sister T figuring it would
No thought in their guests' minds,
this is not going good
Intimate, lively, and buzzing the atmosphere,
People happily conversing, many one on one
I overheard big brother joking with Nahi about you're gonna get some
I wonder now what were the parents, one of Rokh's high in the skies
feeling
as they witnessed the coming together of their young daughter and their young son
Echoing Grand Nahi,
Bryan would say,
You're not two people
Now, you are one
In these modern times,
many married couples don't last
because of their self centeredness and superficiality
Hopefully in each other,
RokhNahi have found peace and tranquility,
not to mention, namaste
This twosome's souls,
sweet as Nokesville's Pumpkin Pie
and that I can assure you, is the truth and no lie
A wedded pair I can understand
because their love is still saying, Yes, we'll make it land
Like the communion between lovely, white doves,
I'm guessing in their rural nest, there's little push and shove
Mr. & Mrs. a many years,
one tarot card's telling
a contentful matrimony with few tears
Surely in their twenty three year span,
they've been tempted to eat from the forbidden tree
with all of its lustful allure and ornaments calling Rokh or Nahi
Their commitment to God stronger than their commitment to each other
has kept them from dropping to a level of single me,
and Wow, from falling, two apples quickly from the tree
Twenty three years, I'll always be right there
Two kids later,
we think they'll make it to their rocking chairs
Happy Anniversary, onward to planet Mercury
These going strong astronauts are traveling fast,
Allah willing, they'll continue moving on full blast
RokhNahi twenty three,
a long standing he & she
The road to their future
is complementary, free
and for happily ever after now,
each toast to we
By: Najwa Kareem
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 7:55 PM UTC
Standing and looking up from underneath these Allah made magnificent trees while waiting for the next bus to come
with all of their complexities, dimensions, features
each branch artistically and uniquely designed
many almost hook like in shape
variations of pink colored carnation flowers hanging delicately from them in light, medium, and dark shades
with pin drop size black dot on each flower's stem
complemented by green and copper tone leaves
I see All Blue Skies and think they should see All Blue Skies, too
Looking up, I think it isn't fair that I see what I see
All Blue Skies and people of Palestine, people of Gaza don't see the same and don't have the same
Do they even have a moment of pause
a chance to look up at what's above
an opportunity to marvel at something
to rest a bit
And if they have lived or survived to be able to look above their heads
isn’t it often
that they see gray or black and not All Blue
Is it not rubble from deadly bombs that they see falling down on them
for many, many not to live life as they were meant to live it
Looking up at the All Blue Skies from underneath these marvelous trees
I shake my head right to left, left to right and with expressions on my face I wish I myself could see, think this isn’t fair
When we look up at the All Blue Skies above our heads and wonder why our blue skies don’t feel as blue
It’s because Palestine’s All Blue Skies aren’t there
It’s because people of Palestine and people of Gaza don’t have them that we don’t relate to them and their long standing, ongoing struggle
Because they don’t have what we have, we don’t see them as one of us
But like Nelson Mandela said, We know too well that our freedom is incomplete without the freedom of the Palestinians.
We have a lot of work to do
with us unified and with proper guidance by moral leadership
We have a lot to do
So that All Blue Skies are had by all and felt by all
We should all work in significant, high priority ways – be the Abds,
be the servants, be the slaves that Allah created us to be for Him
so that All Blue Skies for Palestine’s Human Lives are seen clearly, seen vividly, from everywhere on the globe
And afterwards, when we look up wherever we are at the All Blue Skies sitting above our heads,
we’ll feel not blue
By: Najwa Kareem
Apr 19, 2023
Apr 19, 2023 at 12:32 PM UTC