In the machine
There beats a heart
Down below the layers
Of archaic language
And cryptic machination
There lies
The Spark of Life
This spark is coaxed out
Gently, ever so gently
It is brought to the surface
Then suddenly!
There is Life,
There is Thought,
There is Reason.
You know,
No
You know,
No
I don’t believe you
I won’t
I can’t
You just aren’t listening
It doesn’t matter now
What I am
It’s too late
So,
No,
Just, no
Stop it,
Stop it,
Just you stop it
I swear if I hear it
I’ll just lose it
I can’t take this
I can’t take it
Just leave me alone
And leave it be
And let it lie
And for the love of God
Let me Die.
And it doesn’t matter
That I never said
I never wanted it again
And it doesn’t matter
That you didn’t know
I had no plan to show
And it doesn’t matter
I didn’t figure
You wouldn’t be there
Anyway, waiting for me
You never where
And it doesn’t matter
You never said
You never wanted me again
Pathetically helpless
Totally overpowered
By the dumb strong
Immovable unknown that just
Grabs you and shakes you
And says what are you going to do?
You’re going to do nothing,
It says,
There is nothing to be done.
FUNNY IS IN IT??
Funny how $10 looks so big when we take it to the masjid and so small when we take it to the store.
Funny how big an hour serving god looks and how small 60 minutes are when spent watching TV. or playing.
Funny how hard it is to read a juzz in the Quran and how easy it is to read 2-300 pages of a best selling novel.
Funny how we believe what newspapers say but question what the quran says.
Funny how we can’t think of anything to say when we pray, and don’t have any difficulty thinking of things to talk to friend.
Funny how we need 2-3 weeks to fit an Islamic event into our schedule, but can adjust it or a social event at the last moment.
Funny is in it??????????
There is a beauty
In being unreachable
In being outside of
The flow of the world
Stranded almost, a stranger
To it’s stranger ways
Here, After I’ve stepped
Aside for a moment
I see how alone
I always was,
Though you could reach me
Any time
It was never anything
You do not see
What I see
You cannot read
Between the lines
Which are not even written!
So do not bother me
With talk of what you
Think of what I think
Of What this is.
Only I can see
You do not feel the
Burden of the Sight
Beyond what you
Choose to know
Dpressedmuslimah 