I draw closer,
you withdraw,
I caress you,
you flinch,
I smile,
you frown,
I hold you,
you slip away,
I bear my soul,
you shroud yours,
I love you...
and you look on, speechless.
I draw closer,
Yesterday I was riding on forest parkway and I beheld a scene which perfectly summarizes America: two old white men driving around in a golf cart while two black men sit on tractors, watching. Astaghfirullah for being part of this country!
Crescent moon rising,
I do not understand why some of my Sisters and Brothers say that Muhammad Asad denied the existence of Jinn. In the third appendix to his tranlsation of Al-Quran (http://www.geocities.com/masad02/) Asad not only affirms their existence, but gives an articulate account of them! Is any one who dares to break out of the established mold of Tafsir destined to be reckoned a heretic?
"We treated them like animals. Because that's how we had to treat 'em, because they were used to a dictator. They only responded to threats."
I've been reading IBN Warrag's "Leaving Islam;" he discusses Muslim converts to Christianity. Contrary to popular myth, Muslims DO convert. Unfortunately, Warraq is so afraid of Islam that he treats this a positive step. The reality, however, is quite different.
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Steel angels rain down fire
I watched Jenin, Jenin for the second time tonight. I cannot express the horror I feel at sight of what my Palestinian sisters and brothers endure. These beautiful people, with a beautiful culture, a beautiful Din... and they are reduced to shattered, scattered refugees, hounded and harassed no matter where they go. And branded as 'terrorists' when they do what any human being would do in their place- defend themselves. I am utterly ashamed to know that my tax money goes to support this unjust and utterly repugnant occupation; they only thing I can do to make amends is to make known their plight, to fight for their cause in this country, and, insha'allah, to travel to Palestine and share in their plight directly.
My love scourges like fire,
I'm happy today. It looks like I might not go out today, as I had hoped, but I'm still happy.
I can't stop writing in this thing. I'm such a fool. I have so many intentions and desires and I seem to have a praeternatural ability to act in just that way which would destroy any hope of them being realized. Or at least it seems like that to me. And I have a truly remarkable talent for alienating people; no matter how open and kind they are, I will inevitably do something to make me appear as a plague victim to them- something to be pitied but kept at a distance.
Some old ones:
Here's a poem I wrote before I went down to the Ocean during the Hurricane:
Hello, everyone (assuming there is an everyone out there). At the suggestion of a friend I created this blog in order to sort my thoughts out and clarify my beliefs, my sense of identity. I'm going through very confusing time right now, and it seems as if who I am is in flux. It's wierd; lately its been pointed out to me that I am a "white" guy and I find this most puzzling. I don't feel "white." My parents never taught me to be "white." I've had numerous racial epithets hurled at me and, for some reason that is beyond me, everyone likes to try and guess my ethnicity. So I am utterly confused. I know who I am ideologically. I am progressive. I am Muslim (even if not a good one). I am skeptical. I love science and philosophy. But I dislike most american "culture." I think it is the symbolic expression of an imperialist drive for power, a testimony to the rampant greed which has become the popular religion and the lingua franca. As a result I have no set communal identity; my bond with other Muslims is ideological and is jeopardized whenever my skepticism gets the better with me. Moreover, you can't rely on a community formed over common interests to support you through unrelated difficulties. So, disgusted with my "native" culture and at times alienated from the culture I have adopted, I am forced to cope with my difficulties alone, with the exception of the few good friends who are gracious enough to provide a sympathetic ear and to wrestle with me intellectually (you know who you are). To them I am as grateful as the bird is to the sky. I honestly don't know what the end of all this will be. I do know that I need to work it out or I won't be able to live with myself.