Winter Blues: Come My sweet charity (memoir from Raula's Winter Blues Cabin)

[raula]

,

we will never regain our lost virginities,

our girls will not be picked from their princely beds, [/QB]

... sad times indeed. May Allah have mercy on our souls!

[raula]

All I could do was cry

 

When we disembarked

To safe lands beyond and

Borders we do not cross

To launch a new life;

As our brothers were at arms

With each other and brutal the battles

Over invisible boundaries and business

Of the west and colonial pleasures

Indeed colonials; like mines buried

Ready to explode at the slightest stroke

They provoked the hatred within us…

Long before we became independent

Politically indifferent, and morally undressed

 

But nothing had changed even then

Our blood was as ruby

Still known as the land of barefoot

Countessas and potent orators…

 

But they soon were into deep,

Unskilled and unwavering on unfounded furors

Over senseless worldly convictions…

Do they not notice the dent on their population?

The near obliteration of future lineages?

To whom do you fight the battles for?

The barren land that you’ve stripped

Its greenery and scenic wildlife platform

How do you define the worth of your women?

 

As the vultures came to scavenge

The hunters from the neighborly lands

Refined their weaponry and coated their aid

Knowing a country shackled to their “tribal”

And imported religious allegiance

Has been hosting a feast, where now

All is free for the mighty swords…

 

Ya Allah (s.w.)..grant me this wish…

I am scared..unaware of the predators lurking..

I wish for an intervention from your angels

To steal the moon..let it lit the corners of my world

And heal the wounds of my brethrens

Grant them wisdom and tame their currents

For the ocean if solid with the blood of our

Mothers..whom you blessed

Jannah to be beneath her soles

Oh Allah (s.w.)..grant me this wish…

[BOB]

Oooh that's sweet maasha allah and Aamiin to the du'a.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

[raula]

^^Amin.

[BOB]

Rest your palm upon mine and together we shall stand.

hold my strength with love and our hearts will expand.

arms string paths of pride as voices sing not to the warlords.

but to the boney cheeked children suffering through the worst of times.

confessions of smiles bring light to a day clouded by heartache.

allow those lips to kiss my soul in hope of what passion can create.

we must no longer accept mediocracy for our lives are to brittle to forget.

pray for all who have touched our lives and live in harmony with no regret.

lay back our heads with eyes closed and dream big but strive for the best.

give to the needy and take only what you've earned through your sweat

for if we do our part to the best of our ability, Allah will do the rest

in Allah alone we must trust and live by the qur'an and the sunnah

one day, hands molded as one standing in front of our creator as one

we will pray for a cause not just because as having faith in him...he will come.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peace, Love & Unity.

[raula]

^^^Indeed, as always to the Exalted (Allah s.w.) only he can straighten us to the right path IA.

[wiil]

My heart is still a child

I remain awake in sleepy nights

I remain a sleep in lost memories

I keep wondering what to say when i meet you

I Can live or die for a YES from you

Do you also feel the same restlessness?

You are the prayer that went unanswered

Sometimes you look like the moonlight in the sky

Are you a dream or an illusion?

[raula]

^^^^Behold the desires a juvenile heart will trek

Best thoughts sprout

Each memento jolts with anxiety…

Caressing your flank & your inner most wounds

Once it strikes the vulnerable point

Sending striking sensations top to toe

Like a perfectly choreographed symphony

Permeating as the dust settles

Choking the desire in your cores

 

Branded………………………………

Secrets exposed…records of defects

As peers bear witness to the storytelling

Of comrades’ ‘business’ concluded last night…

Only the tamer, can brag about

The fathom of spiteful camel,

Only grown men………………………

Can only ride those waves of emotions

Without shattering the full beauty

Of a woman’s melancholy and gaiety

 

Those lacking in craft can’t bear this

A qualified won’t fear riding

An unbroken horse, without a saddle…

Guided by intimacy, strong shoulders

Mind you a shelter and a shield

Of your most intimate moments

Reflection true to character,

Like the wisdom of a discreet camel herder

 

So you ask my dear lad, dream or an illusion?

Perhaps you do bare a barren camel’s insight

Let not your fantasies carry you to lost way

And cast you as a hero...Short of fathoming that

Poetry is a woman you do not betray

To abuse her desires is a sin!

 

 

 

(Implied rendition of the poem above: it’s about the youngsters of today who boast & dispose of their love affairs like an enchanted season unlike true gentlemen (grown men) discreet at it like a cosseted financial credit).

[AYOUB]

^

Read it twice but that's not the sawir I got.

[raula]

^^^^Should i contend on the sawir you got? Perhaps? Perhaps not!

[Bluelicious]

did you wrote these poems?

[raula]

Sure did!

[AYOUB]

^ Well, there's nothing much you can do about it. The poem is yours, but the sawir is mine. You might have have "inspired" it but it's mine and I can do whatever I want with it.

[raula]

Glad i did inspire. Certainly do whatever but easy as its approaching Ramadan my dear

[Saxansaxo]

raula;392445 wrote:

A tribute to my mother-XALIMO. I love you HOOYO.

 

“Hooyo macaanâ€

How everyone utters these words?

Yet I have not come to experience the

Sweetness of your touch

The tenderness of your motherly voice

The gentleness of your caress

As you hold me within your arms carefully

Shielding me from the evil exposure

Guarding me from the evil spirits

That can possess my soul and capture its essence

Shielding me from the corrupt world

That I am yet to see and learn on my own

….Yes on my own hooyo………….

…..all alone in this world…………..

Where a child is not best left alone

But I was with the best of my family

Where I was protected and esteemed

Where I got all needs and feeds

ONLY TO YEARN FOR “HOOYO MACAANâ€

 

When I left you while I was tiny baby

Not knowing when I will see you again

Not knowing that I will be missing your scent

Your lullabies at night as I crawl to sleep

Not hearing your cautious warnings

Of not leaping into the hot iron

Or trying to eat an insect thinking it’s a toy

Seeing me off to school, and playing with my friends

Waiting anxiously as I got home every evening

Nourishing me with your love and chows

Watching me grow from girlhood to womanhood

And examining as I administer tasks

Of what was once your lifehood as a woman

 

Hooyo macaan have you forgotten me?

That evil tone has somewhat ingrained

Itself in the depths of my soul

At the bottom of my heart

Surfacing when only turbulences persist in my life

……….hooyo macaan…kuu awee (where are u)…………….

Sometimes I say …â€was I adopted†(staqfurulah)

Perhaps its my negativity over taking me

“hooyo Macaan†please forgive me for this

Because I don’t hate you Hooyo Macaan

Indeed I do adore your courage for raising such wonderful daughter

For yielding such a strong character

For contributing to my stupendous genetic makeup

My radiating beauty, my serene charisma, my tantalizing sense of humor,

My thirst for knowledge, my commitment for outreach to poor souls,

My conservative views into preserving the logic cultural values

Thank you for bearing me in an Islamic state and nature

Where my presence is esteemed and not doubted

Thank you “Hooyo Macaanâ€â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦

….for many say, I resemble you in all manners……….

 

I long for you “Hooyo Macaanâ€â€¦â€¦.

For without all these, there exists a HOLE in my soul

Where no one else can fulfill it ….except you HOOYO MACAAN

And with Qadar’s Allah s.w. I hope I don’t loose you

Before I see you face, follow my fingers through you wrinkles,

Your cheek bones, your nerves and veins……

And find out where in those life lines….have you INGRAINED

Your love for me….your 5th born daughter……

The one who resembles you….the one you have missed to

Pour out your love for ….for all those 20 years….that passed…

 

Wait for me …Hooyo Macaan…..for I will be grief-stricken….

If I don’t see you in this lifetime….

If I don’t hear your thoughts on all those years……..

If I don’t feel your arms around me………………….

If I don’t tell you how I feel deep down

I hope by Allah’s qadar I will be able to contain my

Psychological traumas of not seeing you ………..

And by Allah s.w. blessings I will have someone stronger

To fulfill that gap……..those yearns…..that fondness…that parental guidance

That I have missed all these 20 yrs……….Hooyo Macaan

 

 

Do forgive me Hooyo macaan

For I love you with all my soul and depth

For you have brought me to this world

For you have given me such strong attributes and weapons

To fight and figure my way around this perplexed world

For I have realized that you are indeed….â€My only Hooyo Macaanâ€

Even when you are oceans away from me….I love you …..

I love you ………..I love you ………….Hooyo Macaaney, Indeed I do.

 

I will pull myself together before tears of grief pour ……

Before it taints these jovial feelings…..

I will see you Insha-allah Hooyo Macaan……

Beyond beautiful and very deep.