The War on Error

War on Error
What if I told you there were soldiers outside who despised who you and I,
Ready to take us dead or alive, with guns pointed at your pride,
And you had the option to just lie and denounce what you hold inside,
Would you go run and hide, or would you get ready to die,
See the problem with you and I, is we would say anything to stay alive
Multiplied by the drive that we have to survive
Most would rather compromise, than be chastised
So we don’t even try, but I dare to ask why
Homeland security, is only trying to secure me
In these tiny little rooms, where I could barely breathe
Maybe it’s the way that I’m dressed in the land of the free
No khamis, I should have just wore jeans and a T
And I know it’s hard to believe, but I aint a refugee,
Actually, I was born in a hospital right down the street
So tell me what’s the beef; is it the beard or attire?
Or is it my last name; you could just call me Michael
Are you comfortable, am I moderate enough for your liking
I don’t wanna any trouble, I’ll be good, man I promise
I’m honest, only liars need to preach to a choir
Holding onto this deen is like holding onto fire,
But I still smile, aint sure if this is still worth your while
You say you wanna believe than you will be put on trial
Tested, but blessed are those who remain steadfast and pray
Because what are we but slaves, just looking for a raise
Anyways, everyday’s another chance at being saved
Cause even a broken clock is right two times a day
But I’d be lying if I didn’t say,
We look like lions without manes
Trying to impress these creatures who just came from mud and clay
Why don’t you beautify your grave, Iqra, proclaim
Who will testify for you when your Lord calls your name?
Work for your spot in the shade on the day when their will only be his shade
The things you love today, they will all fade away
Remember the story of the cave, even though they were afraid
The youth knew the truth so they still remained brave
The same goes today, cause even rain goes away
And after the clouds the sun comes out to play
So expect brighter days, and declare all praise
To the one with no son, in need of no aid
Isn’t it strange how the strangers are starting to feel strange?
I guess sometimes Guantanamo bay is just the price you gotta pay,
Allah does not place a burden on a soul more than it can handle
And the bruises from sujood will light your way just like a candle
And we follow the example of the best of examples
I don’t stand for flags and or bow to your bourgeois
I pledge allegiance to La elhalla il allah
Say it now, Say it loud, be proud of your Muslim names
Uthman, Umar, Ali, Khadija, Aisha, Summayah
If only you knew the sacrifice these people made
So tell airport security, I’m sorry if we all look the same
But there’s a reason why Muhammed is the world’s most popular name
And you can call us funny names, and draw cartoons in his name
But there will come a day when your Lord will decide who goes and who stays
So go ahead and tease, after hardship comes ease,
And gardens with rivers that flow underneath
This poem is for every hijabie who got made fun of in school
Or the brothers too scared to rock a beard, cause facial hair isn’t cool
If Allah didn’t love you, then he wouldn’t test you
So prepare for victory, coming to a soul near you

Heroes

My heroes never wore tights or appeared on carton channels
They had long beards and kept clothes above the ankles
No combing the streets, like beasts at night looking for thieves
My heroes fought their egos, and narrated ahadith
And some of my heroes were once bag guys too
Baby killers and highway robbers, if you only knew what they knew
Cause you gotta know a lie in order to recognize the truth
And what the point of knowing truth if you can’t back it up with proof
And to prove my heroes were united by a single point of view
Why else would they choose to go against what their fathers used to do?
Unless they knew, that paradise was worth being abused
The best of views, if only you could walk a mile in their shoes,
Oh what I wouldn’t do to kick it with Abduallah Ibn Musuud,
Listen to him recite the Quran, sad to go into ruku
Yeah that would be cool, but me and Hamza, we would kick it old school
Joke about the Jahilliya, silly things they used to do
If I could pick my own crew, Salman Al Farsi would have to be in it,
An honest seeker of truth, may Allah bless his spirit,
Have Tea with Julilibib, Coffee with Anas Ibn Malik
Anything to pick their brains and gain a better understanding
Could you imagine taking a class with Abduallah Ibn Abbas
A scholar by the age of 10, just a boy amongst the men
And if I had one friend, it would be Abu Baker as Saddique,
Someone to hold you down and to really represent,
When Sumayya held her chin to her killers, did she think?
We would name our little girls after her to teach them strength
And who cares about these rappers, we got Hassan Ibn Thabit,
Dude was sick with the flow, can’t believe you didn’t know,
That Zaid was a slave who became one of praise
Lived the American dream, when America was Cree
Umar Bin Khattab was G, held it down for this deen
A real superman, made the devils cross the street
And if I ever had beef, I would call up Khalid Bin Walid
He was a ride or die homie, amongst the Salaf as Saliheen,
And if I close my eyes, man, I could almost see
Bilal amongst the cold morning breeze, Allahu Akbar
Cause surely salah is much better than sleep
Like Abu Sufyan after he embraced the deen
On this earth Talha, was a walking shaheed
And Jafar gave his life for our Ummahs victory
May Allah be pleased and grant them all the highest levels of heaven
Like Uthman ibn Affan, who even the angles were shy in front of
Aisha was a genius, ever word was like a thesis
Mother to all believers, pure like that of Isa’s
Khadija held the fetus of Fatima, who was the teacher
Of Hassan and Hussein, sons of Ali who were slain
Man you gotta know these names, cause these people paved the way
It’s a shame, we know more about them monkeys on BET
This is our history, all the sacrifices that they made for me
Gave to me, a legacy that I could be proud to keep
Said: Be! It was decreed, that at Badr we were only 300 deep
But with the angels on our side, who could even compete?
Although he was a man of peace who preached speech before the sword
He raged a war against error, the worship of fake Lords
Came to restore the deen that Ibrahim laid before
Extreme in his need to feed miskeen and the poor
Yeah, he was hardcore with his face to the floor
Off praying so long that his feet became sore
Uhhhh, yeah he got down like that
And told all the rich they should pay the zakat
And make the salah, and spread the salaam
And declare Ashdu-la-ilah, Ha-il-allah,
Muhammed a rasooul Allah, Sallau alahe wsalaam,
Was the difference between Jannah and Jahennim,
Like the mailman just delivering a message
Who else do you know with a swagger that’s blessed?
The best and perfected, corrected the method
Madina state of mind, coming from the hood of Mecca
Champion companions, homeboys were go-getters
Did it bigger and better, had followers before twitter
The leader of leaders, amir to believers
Enjoined all the good and forbade all the evil
My hero taught people that we were all equal
The best of examples outlined what is legal
Forever I’m grateful for all that he came for
May blessings and peace always reach to my mentor
My teacher, my brother, my hero, my prophet
Muhammed, Sallau alahe wsalaam
And that’s how it goes, so tell everyone you know
That this party don’t stop till the son of Mary come home
I am pleased with my Lord and Islam as my deen,
May we die on these words, Allahuma, ameen

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Don’t condemn in others, what we condone in ourselves

So you think ISIS is a crisis?

Okay! Let’s just take Bashar and BB and put them behind us,

And oh, what about those demons inside us?!

We invade and destroy Iraq, like act like don’t mind us!

You wanna flip out when ISIS carries out crimes in the name of God,

But what about the drones and bombs that we drop a lot on villages,

We received images of children in little bits and pieces,

In the name of freedom and peace,

It’s mind boggling… how we condemn in others what we condone in ourselves

If you wana stop the violence, you can’t make exceptions,

If you wana stop the violence, then stop selling weapons,

Lockheed Martin, Northrop Grumman and Raytheons,

Instigate by funding speakers, sending instant hates so they can profit,

If you wana stop it then stop them,

No more solutions involving ‘lets just bomb them’,

We can’t kill and kill and kill and think that it helps,

We can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Yes I’m Muslim, yes I’m biased,

Based on the fact I know people overseas that are lifeless,

Cause rockets and shells are part of the climate,

Instead of clouds and shade,

The sky buzzes loud with drones and rain of hell fire leaving pain,

And the stain of blood on clothes and scattered bones,

Every single drone rocket fires a couple more points on the Down Jones,

I’m just hoping what I say can help, we can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Look, I’m not saying this is your fault,

But I am saying maybe YOU should apologise,

Especially since ‘supposedly’ it is my fault,

The latest assault on the lives of husbands and wives that took place on the other side of the planet,

Somehow it’s connected to me even though I didn’t plan it,

If we Muslims have to apologise for the four letter word that’s p**sing off the world,

Then you have to apologise,

For the ones who colonise to occupy and terrorise,

And apologise for the lies fed that led to the thousands that died,

And Iraq, for so-called weapons of mass destruction that you couldn’t find,

Do we have a deal?

I’m sorry if you feel uncomfortable, that’s just cognitive dissonance,

Yes I look different, I’m the son of an immigrant, you and I both!

What a coincidence… isn’t it odd how we condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

The first thing you need to comprehend is that war is profitable,

So let’s pretend, isn’t it possible that we aren’t at war for defence,

But for dollars and cents,

And differences are exploited, and all of these fence in the media are leading ya,

To a fight you never wanted,

Does any of that make sense?

Now don’t tell me I am defending ISIS, cause they killed thousands more Muslims than western journalists,

The more we ignore this fact the worse it gets,

Where was the shot when Bashar dropped barrel bombs on civilians in Syria,

Where was the constant media and why are they feeding ya,

Their fake concern for civilians now?

Bashar killed 200,000 before ISIS came to town.

Why do we chose which evil is necessary to fight?

Why do we only march for Christians and Whites, but not the Black or Brown, the Muslim Arab or Kurd?

Some blood is as cheap as dirt!

We can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

Why are we so mad that ISIS is killing?

Didn’t Israel just slaughter 500 children last summer?

Why is that not chilling?

Why are we willing?

Why are we okay to pay dollar and shilling, for the slaughter of mothers and daughters,

But, we can’t stand to see men in ninja outfits chopping off heads.

What’s the difference between a plane and a blade if both lead people dead?

What’s the difference between killing your support and killing your against?

My point is that all life is sacred,

So stop with all the hatred,

Cos blood is still blood,

No matter how you try and paint it.

We can’t condemn in others what we condone in ourselves.

I am a Terrorist…

Featured Image -- 107I love my religion – Islam,

I follow it peacefully and adhere to its teachings,

I spread love and compassion, but

I am a Terrorist.

I love my Prophet – Muhammad (pbuh),

I follow his Companions (RA),

And relay their message, but

I am a Terrorist.

I love my God – the God of us all,

I love Jesus, Mary, Moses, Abraham and Noah (AS),

I read the Qur’an – the message of Obedience, Unity and Mercy,

I teach this to my children, but

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I call myself a Muslim,

I have a long, thick beard,

I wear long clothes, like Jesus, Moses and Muhammad (AS),

These were three men on the same mission, but

I am a Terrorist.

I call myself a Muslimah,

I cover myelf head to toe modestly, just like Mary (RA),

I reserve my body for my husband’s eyes,

I don’t show it off for promoting and advertise, but

I am a Terrorist.

I follow the Prophetic way by washing my hands before I eat,

I am aware of cleanliness and hygiene,

I only eat that which God ordains Halal,

I follow God’s guidance and command, but

I am a Terrorist.

I eat Fish and Chips, I just don’t eat Pork,

I support my local team – Blackburn Rovers and go down to the club,

I just don’t dance throughout the night and drink in a pub,

I can marry up to four women, yes that’s a lot,

I know you might think why four?

Simply because women in ratio to men are a lot more,

I must treat each one fair as Islam promotes justice, but

I am a Terrorist.

I work 9 – 5, to enjoy and spend my life,

With family and friends and a beautiful wife,

I look after my body, eat healthy and go to the gym,

I love my Saturday night takeaway, but still try and look slim,

I try and live an ordinary life, make friends and mix in, but

I am a Terrorist.

I pray five times a day, bowing and prostrating,

I pray to God to help us, each one and all,

I fast in Ramadhan, up to 18 hours without food and drink,

I help the poor by giving alms and charity, wherever they may be in the world,

I promote unity and treating people fairly, but

I am a Terrorist.

Part 2

IMG-20120619-WA005 I am a child from Palestine whose land was stolen,

I had my olive trees burnt, my house destroyed,

I saw my father and mother imprisoned, we were all starved and humiliated,

I could do nothing, helpless, hopeless, so I threw a stone back, but

I am a Terrorist.

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This is a picture of a boy in Iraq who lost his mum, So he drew a picture of her and sleeps next to it every night.

I am a widow of Iraq,

I bleed because my country has been demolished for over a decade,

I heard my husband get shot whilst sleeping next to me,

I saw them come for my daughters, rape them one after the other,

I cannot forget how my sons were dragged from my house, beaten and kicked – the coolness of my eyes, but

I am a Terrorist.

I am the father of seven, situated in Afghanistan,

I have lost my leg and an arm in this war,

I saw my house bombed overnight, planes flying and drones,

I heard my children crying, my wife screaming, house on fire – they were left dying,

I have nobody but God to help me now, but

I am a Terrorist.

I am Syria, the land of the Prophets (AS),

I have scholars buried inside me; Ibn Kathir and Nawawi (RH),

I have just gone through my fifth year of war, fighting bombing, turmoil and uproar,

I see my people suffering, starving, cold and dying,

I am devastated by all this killing, bloodshed and massacre,

I can sense the brutality, savagery and inhumanity,

I remember how God taught us the importance of sanctity of life,

I was taught killing an innocent person is equal to killing the entire humankind, but

I am a Terrorist.

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Ismail Ibn Nazir Satia

10th Rajab 1436

This poem was written to show the paradox of the world today. And how ironic the Media and their propaganda is against the Muslims. Clearly, they can make the innocent look guilty and the guilty look innocent. They highlight and magnify certain Islamic groups and rotten apples, then judge the whole tree, clearly this is biased and unfair.

“Learning Islam from the Media is like learning colours from a blind man! You can’t teach what you don’t know.”