"umma" poems
Over fitting curves
to Noise. There's a drought in Puerto
Rico and Los Angeles.
Water from the Rio La
Plata is low and wow is Sierra
in her young days,
with full snowy capped
*****
How the drooling Mangos
all crowd her on a Carnival Cruise
-- a blinding which Sun?
Somewhere even in the noise of Umma
crying, even along a low river gurgle,
a yowling true love
Signal is found. Maybe.
Probabilistically.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
Shall I
Kiss on your *******
Teacher ?
Teacher Ruby ,
Was a good teacher
Though,
She used to distract us
With her
Measures.
From the back benches of 9 B
When she caught
Some ************ students
Among them
I was sweating
And shivering
In a half way missed ******
Go
And finish !
She said
Closing me in the toilet .
When I Drew ,
The picture of a **** lady
With charcoal
On the toilet walls
It was the Oedipus
Within me,
Gave a text book in the picture’s hand
When
I said my affection
To you
I was hungry
And
I thought you would
Breast feed me.
I was hungry .
I remember .
Shall I
Kiss on your *******
Teacher ?
Without anyone seeing .
On the
Wet
****** surgical wound ,
You didn’t
Wait to give an answer
Yet
Shall I kiss you
Before the warmth of death
Walks away from you
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
Connecting with the Umma
In space and time,
Prostrate in prayer
Contained and comforted
By the mosque’s sanguine light,
The ordered lines of acolytes
In reverential rows.
All herein was ordered and controlled,
Gender’s appropriately separated,
The air devoid of ****** musk,
All done correctly to dusty text.
Outside, oh outside, is chaos
The kaffir engaged in godless behaviour
Flesh exhibited in defiance of god’s
Thousand clearly expressed rules
Remorselessly recorded within
The rippling shadows of sand.
That unknown form sitting in judgement
In a heavenly court, unseen and oblique,
But remarkably like the courts of men.
Tainted thoughts of the unbeliever-
Intimate touches in the moonlight,
Caresses in the sunlight
Laughing, singing, and drinking,
Unaccustomed to strict religious
Contemplation, the rightful punishments
That occasion neglect.
The serpentine gaiety unravelling his solemn mind.
He held his throbbing
Head as he released himself from prayer;
Walking outside the women’s exposed flesh
Gave him murderous ideas.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
to give back to the enemy and fleeing from the battlefield at the time of fighting(Sahih Bukhari: Volume 4, Book 51: Wills and Testaments (Wasaayaa), Number 28:)
Sahih Bukhari: Volume 4, Book 52: Fighting for the Cause of ALLAH [S.W.T], Number 65:
Narrated Abu Musa (R.A):
If a religion celebrates war
What then is religion for?
To instigate battle, to encourage ******
to perpetuate belief, or aims yet absurder?
Instigating empire from the corrusive sands
innocents slain as religion expands,
tolerance and nurture dispelled-
difference culled.
Religion will corrupt the mind
turning even the best of us morally blind,
actions scripted by dubious text
lives pretenaturally wrecked-
civilisations devastated
ideologically impregnated,
hoary beards and hoary words
twittering with dim-witted birds.
Books provide touchstones
for antique bones,
inflammable phrases
for religious actors caught in symbolic mazes,
inspiring hatred
in undeveloped souls, hate unabated.
Fighting to expand a creed
is planting the very seed
of pain and injustice,
of terror in music festivals
knives that rise and fall
in a rythmic toll
Young girls displaying flesh
hacked to death.
In such imaginings ethics fails
like the frightened child in ferocious gales.
Can we celebrate war
through religion's constant gore,
acolytes acquired
through spear and sword?
Expanding the umma through contemporary states
the unenquiring priest convinced of heroic fates,
of suicides enrolled in heaven
amongst similarly conscripted brethren,
for a god complicit in ******
what, oh what, is absurder?
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Ka mike an ce karkata
Kai! taka an ce tatata
Yaushe ne rana za ta?
Gani na abokin ta wata
Ba rana, sati har wata
Tun da na hango yar wata
Mata daga gefe na kai mata
Hari dan na nuna bajinta ta
Ai ko sai tayi mini raf ta ta
Ta rike hannu na me kanta
Sai ta ja ni cikin dangi na ta
Tai ta nuni ga dangi nan na ta
Baba yayi murna babu karkata
Umma ta taka yar rawa ta ta
Don murna har da kawa ta ta
Maganar aure ce na yi mata
Tun da fari ta dauke kai nata
Ta bi son rai da kawaye nata
Mai kudi shine a gaba nata
Na manta har da batu na ta
Rana daya sai ga kira na ta
Gaisuwa ta Mahaifi na tayi
Ra'ayi, sauyawa ta sa na yi
Tausayi shine da yasa nayi
Kan batun labarin da tayi
Zuciya ta raurawa nan tayi
Tausayawa zuciya ta nan tayi
Na amshi batun ta kuma za'ayi
Takure kai na duka ni nayi
Do na nuna bajinta da ra'ayi
Na kudurce aure ne zamu yi
Yan uwa murna duka sun tayi
Fatan alheri an ta yi
Na ganin auren mu da za'ayi
Gashi nan dai auren an yi
Tun da fari fa zaki ne yayi
Dandanon madara duka yayi
Har Zuma da madi duka yayi
Daga baya ta sauya ra'ayi
Na shiga uku na kara uku
Bana son na shige can kurkuku
In na kara shiga uku sau uku
Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 6:28 PM UTC
This is probably the last letter umma wite to you
But as I'm drafting this letter, I'm left with a lof of thoughts
And somehow, I feel like everyone is judging me
Everyone thinks I'm pretending
I don't know why, because
No one could understand the pain I feel
The tears I've held back
No one could understand the heartache
The confusion
The questions with no answers
The dissapointment in myself
In everyone else
No one understands the hate I feel
The rage burning inside my heart
I blame everyone
I blame the world
I blame myself
Busy thinking about my mom's prayer
She asked God why didn't He take us instead
Her biological children
Because maybe people wouldn't judge her so much
Maybe she would've felt like she was a better mother
Because to her it seemed like only the children she adopted were being taken away
Maybe I don't know
You know how much that broke my heart?
You know how much it hurt to hear that?
How much tears I had to hold back
It hurt worse because I understood
Your death got my extended family members branding my mother a bad mom
A witch, some a murderer
It on the upside showed me how much you were loved
How many people came to see you off
It showed me how much an angel you were to other people,
To your school mates, to your friends
It also showed me blood ain't ****
Showed me all the wolves in the family who were in sheep clothing
It devastated me more, revealing the person I trusted and loved the most, wasn't who I thought it was
But most of all it hurt my mom dearly
And hurt me dearly
I didn't expect the hurt would be gone in a week, but I didn't expect it would hurt even more each day
I know these are just words on a piece of paper, or a smartphone notepad
You probably won't see a thing
But I think this is my healing process
This is me trying to let you go
I might not know the right way to,
But believe me I'm trying
This somehow still feels like a dream
And I'm hoping I will wake up soon
But anyway
I'm letting you go now, but not letting you leave
For a part of me, you'll forever remain
Yours truly
Big Bro.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 3:27 PM UTC
Jagoran Al'umma, Jarumi Jagaba
Adalin Adalcin, jagaba babu adawa
Gagara badau namijin yan siyasa
Aminin Talakawa, Najeriya babu kamar ka
Bola Ahmed, Dan Tinubu kaine Asiwaju
Alheri ne kai, ko ina baka mugunta
Najeriya sai kai, kai ma sai Najeriya
Oct 29, 2022
Oct 29, 2022 at 4:57 AM UTC