Obsession

To wait, i couldn't, the balky signs, i brushed aside,
i let u  grow,
goaded by  my belief in my list of endless possibilities, conjured with my hearts deceitful belief, that fate's leading me thru it, u fed on that,
scared of breaking the contemptible rule of love,
 i let u grow, a monster,
i became a brother  to the night,  for inhaling an end made me quiver,
my soul held captive in the lure of illicit emotions,
Now, i sing jingles, reminiscing my encounter with thee, my dangerous little obsession.....

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May be everyone will jump at the chance of going back in time to change somethings. I wouldn't. so far there is nothing undone that i wish i could do or things done i wish i could undo.
I have had my fair share of could have beens,  and every day, once or twice a thing or two will cross my mind and it would hurt like..like everything happened the day before. It sucks!
I would gladly go back in time yes, but it would only be because I want to be 15 again, young and stupid again. I would do every single thing I have done till this day the same way I did it when I was that age. Same friends, same crushes, same lame flows...every single thing! They say u can never truly run away from where you've been, that the past carries all we are and the seeds of what we become.
The memories r what made me who I am today...half man half vampire. . lol
Seriously though even the most  painful thing that happened only taught me how to appreciate beauty, how to value time and most especially  people.

After a thousand riddled thoughts, and a hundred yesterdays,
i have come to believe, the effects of discarded dreams,
my dreams, squeezed outta of me by the arms of grand self deception,
ive been pinned down by my mortal flaws,
condemned to wander in search of my dream's remaining pieces,
Alas! i have come to a realization,
that which my mind holds, that which i wished for,
to love only once, to attain that which is seen as just an element of blurred perceptions,
to be as noble as can be,
a deserved gratitude frm I to the ruler of we,
who gave me a talent, my abba nd umma,
who led me frm x this to x that, nd through xs to the power of ten, and more,
who when I sowed tulips nd reaped thorny roses still made me see the beauty in loosing,
truth be told though, not all his blessings my one eyed mind can understand,
Steady as it seems, its got an eye glued to a fickle companion,
so wen i smile and tell u tht i cnt,
dont think me weak, for I is a tranquil lion,
but,
my heart waits,
and where i stand nw, what im feeling nw is like nthng uve ever known,
my sanity is hanging by a thread,
dont risk ur worries trynna make sense of my madness,
this fight of wat is, wat isnt,  wat will be, and tht wch doesnt stand a chance,
ts a duel between the maker nd the breaker
a duel btw my mind and tht wch proves me human, my heart
shackling the untamed stallions of my mind,
breaking their every attempt to run free,
here,is  I,a body bound to rot...
and half the soul trapped between a duel between my heart and mind...
my mind makes me but my heart breaks me...

Young Muslim Girl

She walks with her head held high
Her gait full of swagger
Feeling on top of the world
She’s looks HOT and she knows it
Her attire leaves little to the imagination
This young, Muslim girl

She prances about
Enjoying all the male attention she is getting
Laughing sexily at this
Gesturing alluringly at that
Oh how she is enjoying this
This young, Muslim girl

Outwardly she looks confident
But deep inside she knows she’s in the wrong
Trapped by peer pressure
For, even though she conforms with her peers
That sense of belonging brings her no tranquility
This, young Muslim girl

O, my young Muslim girl
Why do you follow the ways of the ignorant ones?
Do you not see why the hijab was prescribed?
To honor you and to protect you
To lift you up and place you high above all others
Because that is where you truly belong


O my young Muslim girl
You are a jewel, meant to be cherished
You are a pearl, meant to be treasured
You’re worth more than gold
Let your allure and your charm
Be for just that one man...
                             Aishatou Dahiru

For The First Time

This, a new taste in my gut, golden as tiger nuts in the eyes, but on swallowing, racy and warm,
the after taste, metallic and corroding, leaves a very unpleasant sensation,
mine impairment, a flower out of the beauty of  thine hair, ties me to this siege of grief,
I can only watch u walk away,
this may just be a Hi or How do you do meeting, or not
It could be one of those days which  i will have to turn to a make shift adventure,
share my solace with the windy city,enjoy the feeling of my own breathing, and curse my infinite wanion
or not,
I pray ye haven't cursed me to a jarring fate, like a dead leaf still hanging on its tree, 
For I intend to chase thee this time, before u fade again, 
My sweven cannot be the verdict of life,
Even an army of tarot readers cannot tell what is about to happen:
I might as well try, for the only time,for the first time...

Death

Androphobia, anthrophobia, humane names given to peoples distressing emotions, 

Ever wondered why the fear people have for ending things doesn't have a name like all the other 'fears'?

i wont let you dwell off on that thought, for i speak not, of the end of a sweet experience or a love affair, but of the very last of things, 

Death, the silence, the quiet before the violence, the final act of our dreams, a blanket of freezing ice, 

that which turns a tyrant to a has been,  the bringer of things anew, An end that humans dread, 

the great king of fear that cannot be named, 

The mystery of what comes after "END" is what men fear, ain't it?

they make and then hate its stings, 

they fear the tales of fame and love sinking with time,

but,

amid all the noise and dust,

apart from all the miseries and emotional bombardment an end brings, 

there's peace,serenity, and enlightenment at the end of every line, 

think, mortal, for a man to ever pass to god, 

he must follow the path of the venerable dead you tread above, 

for one time, like thee, they had a life, 

and time shall be when thou shall rest, 

and if its wind u sowed , u will reap a whirl wind

so fear not human 

For Death is a path that must be trod....

Mothers

A man once asked the Prophet to whom he should show the most kindness. The Prophet replied: “Your mother, next your mother, next your mother, and then your father.” (Sunan of Abu-Dawood) In other words, we must treat our mothers in a manner befitting their exalted position - and, again, revere the wombs that bore us. 


When do we  learn what Real love really is, is it when she drops everything she has has just to take care of u when youre sick, or when she sacrifices her sleep, and work up all her hand muscles just so U can get a good night sleep, or when she feeds your puberty stricken ass, even though u spent the day in your room snoring while she did all the house chores ( your dad's included), when do we learn? Will it be when u grow old enough to have kids and realize that at times while you were growing up, she felt as if you're a shoe, too small and expensive, couldn't bear to throw you out, yet it gave her blisters.What ever the case, trust me, A mother's yearning, is the completest type of real human love, and among all the " i love you's" thrown around in this stinking dunghill world, only a mothers is free of doubt, so if yours is still alive, respect her, say thank you every once in a while, and tell her you love her everyday, and do help the ageing queen with the house chores, it doesn't mean you're doing her any favors though, repaying her for what she has done is humanly impossible.