I adore this.
I adore all the living creatures that exist,
That make the sound of the creator’s hidden desires
That come to exist.
I adore how everywhere you look,
The clouds are always perfect,
The landscape somehow perfectly goes with the clouds.
If there’s an ocean,
The ocean fits right it.
If there happen to be houses sprinkled here and there,
They also happen to fit in.
Or if there happen to be roads nearby, crisscrossing around it,
However way that it may be,
It all fits in.
I love how it all fits in.
It doesn’t matter which way you look.
It doesn’t matter any how you look.
It seems like it is always following some plan –
Some design,
Revealing some truth –
Making it up with lies about things that are there,
And sometimes are not there,
And not counting on leaving it out.
It all comes together to show or say that one thing;
And for some reason,
That one thing is always found wherever you look.
However way that you look,
It always seems to be present
Asking you to notice it.
To discover it.
And somehow,
See how many ways you can find it
In wherever you look.
And looking is what I was doing
When I happened to see that sometimes the way that it looks
Is not the way that it is.
What it is, is that someone is selling you something
That they’re counting on you buying at all costs
While keeping you from buying what you truly want to buy,
Which is your own happiness.
Your own appointed moment
In the created play thing called now –
Called existence.
They play out as if they were there,
Pleading your case to the creator,
To be born aiding your parents
In their courtship for your appearance on this earth.
And when you have appeared,
That they took charge of your growth and well being
So that they can feel the way they feel now,
Treating you like a property.
This is how they come at you,
Selling you the new season of Fundamentalist’s Ticket to Heaven
And what I mean by fundamentalism,
I mean fundamentalism of the heart.
Fundamentalism of living.
Fundamentalism of family life.
Fundamentalism of friendship.
Fundamentalism of loyalty.
Fundamentalism of ideas.
And fundamentalism of religion.
That is what they want to sell you.
So that what you’re buying should be their goods,
And that any other choice is unacceptable.
And when you don’t accept this,
Claiming your own responsibility for being born,
Being alive,
Singing your own song with the orchestra of living,
When you only choose what Allah’s voice tells you to choose,
Which is yourself –
If you listen correctly you will find that at some point,
That you grab your jacket from your chair,
You push your chair to the table,
You grab the keys and you say,
“Fuck it.”
And walk out the door
Seeking redemption not for anything else
But at your girlfriend’s door.
She opens the door.
You said,
“Fuck it.”
She said,
“Come on in.”
He said,
“Fuck yeah, fuck it.”
You walked in,
Sat down.
She said,
“Do you want something to drink?”
He said,
“Fuck yeah, fuck it.”
The next thing you know, she’s kissing you on the forehead,
Kissing you on the eyes,
Your nose,
Practically chowin’ down on it.
Then making her way to your mouth
And shoving her tongue in your mouth
And you suckin’ on it like you’re a famine victim.
The next thing you know,
Your dick is dipped inside of her.
Fuckin’ her all over the kitchen,
Making your way across the floor
To the living room in between giggles and sighs
And heavy breathing and light slapping,
Here and there, biting, grabbing and politely choking,
Somebody’s finger is being sucked with light bitings,
Tongue describing your face to lover’s heart
Asking for permission,
O, Let me come in.
O, Let me enter there.
O, Why don’t you prepare a place for me?
O, My head needs rest.
My soul is weary from the travel to find you.
My heart is heavy with heaving recommendations of you.
My mind is raving with hallucinations of thoughtful thoughtlessness,
The foundations around your contours
That tell me that you are mine.
That you are mine.
That I am yours,
O, Allah,
Without a doubt I am yours!
I am yours from the end of time,
And from the time of ending come,
I ascend to you from that place of no ascension.
I reclaim my step to confide in you,
Making my heart reposed by you
Telling the stories of forever desiring you.
Never ceasing,
Never resting,
Always arriving,
Always going,
But nevertheless seeking.
Seeking.
Seeking you, O Glory of my life!
O, Becoming!
O, Tension without repetition!
O, Life of Taqwa in the here and now,
Loving truthful measure
Traveling in the open calling of treasure,
Making desirable decree the foundation of our loving beliefs.
Timing and traveling have been conceived
Without a doubt from seeking and becoming,
Making the matter all forthcoming.
That is,
Without a doubt,
It is a matter of fact.
It is,
Yes,
A matter of fact that we are there,
Looking in from everywhere.
Undercover,
Making friends with undesirables just to get in.
To learn a thing or two,
Sitting at a bar with someone you may not particularly like,
But you buy them a drink.
You start small talk.
You ask all kinds of questions to provoke without attention,
They are telling you things they don’t think they’re telling you.
On your end,
You’re stacking up a biography of conduct and attitude.
And in that attitude I saw you beating the guy in the alley
Kicking him while he’s screaming,
Bangin’ his head against the wall as he coughs up blood,
And walking away from it like there’s nothing.
Like nothing at all was there.
Like you did nothing.
Like nothing is what you yourself is like.
That is what you would rather like it to be believed,
While all the while,
You go about collecting information.
Playing the other for the other –
Being undercover,
Wearing the Taqwa on your heart
As you discover.
Yeah, yeah, man,
I remember meeting you at the back of the porn shop.
Talking talk,
Exchanging information
As fucking sounds blare out in the background,
Mixed with colored light
Describing the tone of our voice,
The whole thing being so fucking romantic.
The whole thing being Taqwacore as well.
Because we were talkin’ about how to prevent a catastrophe
From destroying Allah’s creation.
Our creation.
The birthright for all humanity.
For those who are here for those who are not here.
And for those who are to become.
It is meant for all.
And all is what what must have all.
That is what unity writes
In the book of law for the regulation of beings
In the respiratories of living.
Isn’t that what you said?
“Do you really wanna make up for it?”
That’s what she said.
The next thing, before I could even say yes,
I’m in front of a crowd explaining myself.
So that’s what it’s come to now.
Explaining myself in front of a crowd.
Explaining myself.
I said I can’t explain myself.
You said,
“You’re just like your father when you say that.”
“Paradise is at the feet of mothers,”
Said the prophet, peace and blessings be upon him,
And in the mother’s womb
Is where we lay growing the speed
‘Till I came relieved
Right on top of your mother,
Fucking her before I knew it.
But you’re my friend –
I don’t know,
I guess it’s okay.
Your mother is beautiful.
And she’s smart,
And adorable.
Do you know what it feels like to be despised by the one you love?
Yes, I do.
It came as no surprise that you enter into a taxi,
Driving away from me,
Learning for myself what you are,
Lying still underground,
Unknown to the living,
Shaking with disbelieving –
Making the people think that you’re a believer,
Locking them into idealism with double standards
To bend them towards what?
Bend them towards what you don’t know?
And how you won’t know,
Making sure that you don’t want to know.
Making sure that I don’t know what?
Making sure you don’t know that I fucked your mother.
You mother fucker.
And you, stop sticking your dick where it doesn’t belong!
Keep it in your pants.
Tell it to quiet down with the storm,
And let it be known,
Allah is He besides whom there is no God,
The Ever-Living,
The Self-Subsisting by whom all things subsist;
Slumber does not overtake Him nor sleep;
Whatever is in the heavens and whatever is in the earth is His;
Who is he that can intercede with Him but by His permission?
He knows what is before them
And what is behind them
And they cannot comprehend anything, out of His knowledge
Except what He pleases;
His knowledge extends over the heavens and the earth,
And the preservation of them both tires Him not
And He is the most High,
The Great.
That is what we pledge in the
Subhana Allah,
Waving their arms,
Allahu Akbar
Allahu Akbar
Allahu Akbar
Allahu Akbar
Allahu Akbar
Allahu Akbar.