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!



Thursday, 2 October 2014

Thunder in Guyana

http://guyanachronicle.com/american-janet-jagan-is-guyanas-matriarchal-freedom-fighter/

American Janet Jagan is Guyana’s matriarchal freedom fighter

I ATTENDED the ‘Thunder in Guyana’ show and was touched by the immense dedication and patriotism lived by the Jewish American wife of late President Cheddi Jagan, the late President Her Excellency Mrs Janet Jagan.
While much of our history is still unknown and rift with misrepresentation, there is no doubt that the sparse attendance by the Guyanese Diaspora at this Toronto Caribbean Film festival event, hosted by a Trinidadian artiste, who by the way was given the title film from the Jewish Film festival, is indicative of the growing indifference of our national pride and lacklustre attitude towards our heritage.
Guyana is a country of extreme potential, sitting on the most strategic edge of South America and the documentary demonstrates boldly the imperial powers’ past obstruction of fair democratic courses of political engagement in Guyana. It is unfortunate that we have lived and developed much, but learnt little from this bloody and tearful history, such as the sacrifices of the Enmore martyrs and long days of strike, as we struggled everyday on the battleground of poverty, corruption and crime.
As Bob Marley rightly said, those who do not know their history will not be proud of their identity, and that is our own crisis in the making.
I believe, instead of saluting her as ‘blue- eyed bhoujie’ we should nationalise her as blue-eyed Maa!
HABEEB ALI

Poem on Blue Guava

Just launched Blue Guava
What is it folks ask?
Never heard of any guava except white and pink
Well it must be heavenly or blue vex!

Taste love deeply
Each lover silently supplicates
Each drop of rain could a storm bring
Yet who is willing to get wet, is the thing

Mine is a journey rarely spoken of
Beating on the chaos with words chosen
Wishing the hammer would stop
And the reader will ask is this about me or him?

IDRF gala oct 18

http://idrf.com/eventdetails.aspx?evntid=12