Sunday, 8 February 2015

Allow me to be!

I'm so happy
I get angry
Living in a stuble
My ears are up in the sky

This war against terror
Flooding my ears and eyes
I want to be drowned
With Godly things, divine and fine

Where are the brothers,
Who will hug for Allah?
Where are the soldiers that walked along her?
Making her a queen although her name was unknown

It doesn't matter what day or creed
It should not matter what color or hairstyle
The heart needs the fuel
To burn in His Love

So make sajda
Like it's the last hour
Cry your soul
Like you will leave forever!

Friday, 23 January 2015

Chaplain is a Heir of Prophets

Chaplain Habeeb- what do you do?

People ask me what do I do?

What’s a Chaplain and am I working for the beast?

Some of my friends say I’m the Imam for the criminals

They usually say con lover and yeah we embrace and Salam each other!

Others think I’m on the govt underground payroll

Stinking of selling out to the Intel yo

But you don’t know

Yet when I pass through the iron gates

I feel I get the stares

Who is this guy walking through with maddening stares?

But this is what I do six years and hours out of TO

I make my brothers stop seeing bars

And my sisters to ride inside the heart

I learn to navigate dangerous snow storms

While offering Quran and Sunnah on the blocked up dorms

With every lockdown

Or drug overdose I feel a piece of my soul

Gets crushed esp when my people gets judged

Because I ain’t only serving Muslims, Ismailis and Shias and Sunnis

But Rastas, Christians, Jews, Atheists, Hindus, Sikhs, LGBTs, have all walked through

And yes what do I really do?

I peddle hope

I hustle love

I shoot faith in the lives of those innocent and those guilty alike

Because doing time is not about counting your days

Is not about getting parole or getting on the halal or hijab list only

It’s about making your time count

By seeking forgiveness and seeking a skill

By seeing yourself as one ready for dignity and not play victimology

So when people say what I do?

I say a chaplain is a Christian word for Prophets and Messengers

It’s a word used in the World war that would mean heirs of Ambiya, modern day Imams

And the Apostles’, alaihim salam, posts would have had countless likes, reposts and reshares were they alive

Because we serve for God sake when the light go out

Those who deserve second chances in life

Cuz We Breathe His Love!

You breathe His Love!

Habeeb Alli

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Muhammad: Prophet of all Humanity

Dear Editor

 

I know it’s the new years and millions have just celebrated Christmas, as the birth anniversary of Jesus. However, 1.7 billion Muslims are celebrating the birth of Jesus’ brother from another mother- their Prophet Muhammad, on whom be peace. Despite having lived 1400 years ago in Arabia and followed by almost a quarter of the world so little is known about this man.

 

Born as an orphan to a struggling mother,  Amina, with ten children and living in the ghettoes of Mecca, Ahmed, his nickname meaning praiseworthy, was particularly inclined to do good and stand up to injustice in his formative years. As a matter of fact he was born 570 years after Christ, in the most barbaric lands of Arabia and ironically in the precincts of the famous Kaba, a sanctuary built centuries before by Abraham and his son Ishmael. Muhammad is an immediate descendant of Ishmael and appears from early childhood that he  disliked the worship of idols and participation in the nomadic rampant vices of wine, wars, gambling, women, stealing, killing and usury.

 

He soon earned a name in his neighbourhood as the Honest Guy- Al Amin and would later solve the crisis among his tribe’s clamour to control the main turf  at the Kaba, by suggesting a unique strategy. The Kaba, the top destination for religious tourism, was rebuilt by the honest earnings of the Quraish tribe and was about to be inaugurated. However, the clamour was around who would have the honor of placing the Black Stone in its rightful place among Arabia’s feuding tribes. He, Muhammad, on whom be peace, suggested the stone be placed in a special cloth and a executive member from each stakeholder hold unto his end, while placing it into position!

Hurray- end to war!

 

Soon he was married to Khadija, a corporate giant of Mecca, after serving her faithfully as a business associate. Their marriage bore the sacred fruits of four beautiful daughters and two wonderful boys, who soon passed away. The girls proved to be erstwhile supporters of his cause till the end.

 

Later on, the vileness of society were beginning to pain his soul so much that he sought refuge in the distant Cave Hira, meditating in this mountainous retreat for days, wishing for a sign to relieve his restlessness. At the prime age of forty, God sent the long standing servant, Arch Angel Gabriel, to reveal the beginning of the Quran to him. Of course, he was shocked and repelled the first divine encounter by saying “I cannot obey your command to read as I don’t read”!

 

For the next twenty three years the son of Abdullah, on whom be peace, would spend his precious moments memorising the some six thousand six hundred plus verses, reciting them and teaching these divine aphorisms to his followers. Today the Quran is memorised by millions as is and ‘retweeted’ in five times daily prayers around the globe without crashing anything!

 

Muhammad was a Messenger of God and his favourite post is he is sent as mercy to all humankind. As an example of how he responded to his enemies, there is

Abdullah bin Ubayy, the chief adversary of Islam in Medina. One day Abdullah passed away with his all mischief. The Prophet participated in his funeral, condoled with the family, performed the funeral prayer asking God forgiveness for the dead, even gave his garment to be put on the body as a cause for divine mercy, and left the funeral in sadness.

 

Among the life struggles of Muhammad, were the facts that he grew up an orphan and lost his mother soon after his birth and then his grandfather who had nurtured him, as well an uncle who cared for him, made him resilient to grief. Later, in a single year he lost his wife and uncle together, besides the battles he faced with the staunch opposing Quraish, made him even more heartbroken. God favoured him that year with an exclusive journey into the heavens, miraculously, called the Miraj. This strengthened his resolve to continue preaching the message of peace with humanity and submission to the Will of the Creator. Muhammad was the epitome of empathy. He lived in the ghettoes of Arabia, fought for the ghetto youths as girls were buried alive and boys were bred to be child soldiers. The Prophet of Humanity, on whom be peace, breathed hope in the ghettoes of the world before he passed on!

 

Do you know the ruling Quraish had sentenced him and his tribe to three years of banishment in the Abi Talib valley outside Mecca but he survived his isolation like  a triumphant Yusuf, who had sat within the prison walls of Egypt for seven years? Are you aware that when prisoners of war were taken to his mosque he fed them better than he own household and ensured equitable exchange of POWs?

 

The remaining twenty three years of his adventurous life as The Final Messenger of God was crisscrossed with victories and defeat, happiness and sorrow, wealth and poverty, marriage and lost and mostly making  a difference to every heart that came in contact with him.

 

Finally he passed away at the age of sixty three in his newly immigrated city of Medina and is buried under the famous green dome of his mosque. He made Medina his home forever!

 

I believe that Muhammad would care for orphans and fight for the poor as any ancient Mandela or modern saint Francis that we know. Among those deprived of our love and care are the incarcerated. They are condemned by the law and worse yet by society, they stand poorly in the court of public opinion. Notwithstanding the heinous nature of their crime or sometimes their proven innocence, the benedictions and prayers of Muhammad, on whom be peace, stands for the shattered hearts of men and women incarcerated when he had prayed for the Meccans, much like his brethren Prophet Joseph did for his brothers- I forgive you; there is no beef on you- on the occasion of entering Mecca successfully, after being driven out his hometown and persecuted for years.

 

In the words of Dr Karen Armstrong, author of Prophet Muhammad and his legacy- if he was alive today he would be considered a modern Prophet and a man of the 21st century!

 

*And we ask God to send peace on all of his Noble prophets and Messengers.

 

Habeeb Alli

Chaplain

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Monday, 10 November 2014

Poem- Congratulations Kassim on His 6Oth Bdayand retirement party

Kasim retired
Never could you believe?
That a badminton court could turn banquet hall
A man could undertake so much in lifetime and still be so young

Kassim is more than a friend and leader
Always caring and present
Amazed at his relation with Sabrina
Fatima and Muhammad comes to mind

But how could you live so well?
And give to Islam, family and country?
Not without a wife more fragrant than lavender
Zoraida this is your party

For he couldn't begin this journey 
without you-
His Khadija
Allah bless you both!

Mothers

ochro  fish  liver  corn water melon icicle hammock wifi breeze...
the open sky stopped by banana leaves
like mothers of the earth
youth lost on children and men
this tree grows many hands
cut her again and again
she still grows more banana your hands can hold
like sweet cashew now showing bud
this woman whose hardened soles
lies your salvation
has colors more beautiful than pink and gold
where else can you find Malala
secured from eyes of every day girls
but just there in every corner
every third world classroom
raped of future
stuck like a baby mother
waiting for a text
waiting for milk and sugar
what religion what God
Which Prophet which heart of the Kaba
who stain a girls future
would make haram education
would snatch her future
but spineless cronies of Pharoah and Hitler
this sweet Guyana
Land of waters and Eldorado
young mothers like this half green cashew
not knowing difference between biology and sexual favors
walk the corridors of suicide and abortion
shame upon the Babylons of power
men and women who allow such disgraceful demeanour
Jesus washed the feet of the sinner
Mary draped her head with her miracle baby
Judge not for you will be commented on  Facebook
Look not at others for dirt lies within your phones
Hold the hand of our mothers
Like this young coconut tree
Her mother shaded her to maturity
One day she will rule the world with class A coconuts and you will bow to this God's angel

Saturday, 8 November 2014

Poem on Ali retirement

Ali John you've done it
Dragging though the years like Sobers
Hitting the students, family and Deen with that smile
Now retired on the ball not out

What a wonder of life
To be surprised, to be loved
Like Malala the Warrior of Education
You've retired from TDSB but not from knowledge

Like the sweet hummingbird
Dancing on your dreams of tomorrow
Salisha unknowingly called you John for 35 years
John is really Jan i.e. my life, baby!

I looked in utter awe
As your daughter Salima, no your princess
And two princes, Saeed and Adam welcomed you
No I watched, soaring above, the fragrance of love, now, the world awaits you.


Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Malala on Becoming a Honorary Canadian Citizen


http://www.thestar.com/news/crime/2014/10/21/malala_yousafzai_in_toronto_to_receive_honorary_citizenship.html

Congratulations Malala
Becoming a Canadian took me years
An honorary Canadian
Took you your home, courage and tears

Standing up after being shot
Shot at for wanting education, your Islamic right
You broke the walls of Gaza,
The Indo-Pak Partition, and of girls raped of a future, forever

Making your second life the gift for the oppressed
Thanking God with hijab, voice and confidence; what beauty!
A teenager playing on world stage,
The Prophet, on whom be peace, is humbled by his Ayesha of this Age!

When twisted men hijacked religion
Front it like Kalashnikov in Satanic wars
They stand with Abu Jahl while you on Muhammad's legion:-
The liberator of girls buried alive, chattels of Arabia and the modern likes

Dreaming in your hospital for months alone
You've made every Terry Fox's dream come true
The fragrance of Arabian zephyr
Now flavored with Maple, oh brave heart!

Let the winds of love blow through your hair like snowflakes in fall
Let the strides of greatness abound, beyond and above
Play for you're still an Afghani teen; as teens in cloud nine
And be strong for you're the daughter of this Ummah, to be followed, Apna Pyare Malala!
May you live as long as Hurricane Hazel; surpassed in passion and leadership!