Friday, 18 January 2019

Religious Sensibilities

Religious Sensibilities 

There are few lessons in life that cannot be had by contemplating history. 

And recently I was reminded of an extremely important one. 

When Uthman (ra) the third rightly guided was killed, the Caliphate of the Muslims was taken up by Ali (ra). However Muawaiyya (ra) the governor of Kufa and relative of Uthman drew up an army and marched on Medina, ostensibly he asked that Ali (ra) deal with the rabble rousers that had murdered Uthman. 

The armies were lined for battle, and then Muawiyyah commanded his troops to put their Qur’ans on their own spears. 

The army of Ali (ra) would not fight, even though he urged them to. 

And Ali (ra) was forced to agree to a mutual arbitor between them. 

This is our ancient history, and what the scholars said about it, after the fact, was that however an enemy tries to affect your resolve, even through using religion, it should not stop you fighting for what is right. 

This lesson speaks volumes when you encounter Muslims brothers who try to manipulate you through wrongly appealing to your religious sensibilities. 

They do not want you to fear God, rather what they want is for you to cede to their wishes. 

You see, brothers, whilst our belief is simple, that God is one and sent Messengers to act as guides to mankind. The religion in nuanced, sophisticated and borne of paying attention to detail. 

That is why our religion had so many great scholars, who contemplated every nuance  in the revelation and the words of the Messenger (saw). Attention to detail was even then a thing. 

“Those who hear me, relay from me, perchance those (that hear from me, through you) might understand the better” 

So for example “fear God” was and can be used as an advice to remind people of their responsibilities to others, by all the more acutely reminding them to pay attention to detail- for God is witness over us all. 

However, it can also be used be by others, however innocently, trying to manipulate you. And this is where you need to reflect upon yourself and how those words make you feel. 

If they help you to become better, and remind you to good then all the better. 
But if those words make you feel encumbered to do a thing that does not feel right, then they are not empowering you with knowledge, nor supporting you with sound advice, and know that then those words, however seemly, may be being used to manipulate you. 

Islam as a religion always teaches us to reflect before we act. 

Always use your brains first. 
What God wants is for you to be just and true first, and that nobility of spirit is closer to the religion of Islam that those that use it as a game, or as a pawn of one-up-manship. 

The only way to educate those of our brothers that believe that such appellations to our religious sensibilities are appropriate, is not to be cowed by them in that instance, but to call them out and not stop calling them out. 

In my younger days a brother called me a coward for not ceding to his demands. 
Another more recently admonished me to fear Allah. And yet both were trying in their own way to manipulate me. 

For in our heart of hearts, we all know that nobility is what is just and true. 

Off course let your heart be open to the believers, and let there be softness in there for them, but for those that try to cause mischief through the inappropriate use of religion, let then find hardness in you in those instances. And softness in you at all other times. 

This is my opinion. And opinions can be wrong. Whatever wrong there is here, is mine alone. 
Shafeesthoughts 


Saturday, 1 December 2018

Endless Dread

Endless Tread

“Mine not to feel hate,
Nor retribute crime. 
Though at my approach the guilty flee. 

Not mine to just __ be,
Nor ever still, as lake on a spring mourn.
Or as last even's dusk before the dread of night. 

But If you were to meet
All people, for just a moment- span-
Then I would you and you would me. 

Neither staying long enough to acquaint. 
But ever the bringer of a pivotal movement 
Most filled with the pain of regret 

For destined are we,
Though you often forget.
In a given land and at a given time

Mine, to rip and sear,
To take you from a place you call home and your own. 
To a place where the leisure of rhyme, cannot cut. 

When your sustenance is done 
Then you will see me
And know that your time has come. 

For then will cease your hearts drum. 
But until then my friend,
Remember, and let that remembering be for profit 

That though we be destined. 
How you choose to live,
Is how we shall meet. 

And do not pity me. 
For by HIS grace
I will be freed and death will take me. 

But not before
I rip and sear 
And take you for my own.”

Death
(C) Shafeesthoughts 1st December 2018
Another version of another rhyme 

Tuesday, 20 November 2018

Chance Destinies

Chance Destinies 



We are the master of our destinies 
But if we were truly free then there would be no destination or path written for us 

Nothing entrenched in our pasts 
That would make us who we would come to be. 
Every moment would be a memoryless flirtation 

As significant, or insignificant, as the decimal point 
Whose small movement can make such huge differences, or none at all.  
Significance is all a matter of expectation 

What is the norm 
A true measure of our worth?
Not to the One who created and nurtures us. 

And at that one time like the appearance of a different moon. 
Perturbations of momentous tidal changes, significantly altered the celestial order

Then at that point
History was not what it used to be 
There...

History was unmade
To live within that tsunami is all we should aspire to 
Not the death and misery of millions 

But the chance opportunity to renew
The bond that he came to remind us of

(C) Shafeesthoughts 

20th November 2018

Sunday, 11 November 2018

king and country



King and Country.

Why did they die
To let live the lie

For King and Country
To remember them still

Lifeless, as they killed 
Bloodless as they died

Industrial war 
On a scale as never before 

Loosed upon this world
Like a whore 

Death 
For sale 

Destruction 
Evermore 

(C) Shafeesthoughts 
11th November 2018
“hundred years of lies”


Saturday, 10 November 2018

Hundred Years of Colonial Lies

Hundred years of Colonial Lies

A poem for those forgotten soldiers 
Who fought and died for a war not theirs. 

Conscripted into the ranks of gun fodder 
Limbless they saw all the horrors

And not one iota of benefit
For this was not a war for a better World 

But continued misery, under their colonial masters 
Not a war to protect, but a war over Africa’s sweet soil. 

Whilst all this has gone and been done 
We still live in that past 

For Africa still scrambles out of that pitiless pit  
And the World still reels from our colonial past

The present and the future 
Of neo-colonial arms 

In Palestine, Syria and the Yemen 
They yet live, from palm to palm

Suffering the injustice of seeing their futures denied 
Their children killed, yet more cannon fodder for our guns. 

(C) Shafeesthoughts 
11th November 2018

Friday, 9 November 2018

“Nabiha Iqbal- “If I Survive” “

“Nabiha Iqbal- “If I Survive” “

A poem from the words of forgotten soldiers 
Who fought and died for a war not theirs. 

Conscripted into the ranks of gun fodder 
Limbless they saw all the horrors

And none of the benefits 
For this was not a war for democracy, nor freedom 

But continued misery, under their colonial masters 
Not a war to protect, but a war over Africa’s fertile soil. 

Whilst this has gone and done 
We still live in that past 

For Africa still scrambles out of that pitiless pit  
And the World still reels from our colonial past

The present and the future 
Of neo-colonial arms 

In Palestine, Syria and the Yemen 
They yet live from palm to palm

Suffering the injustice of seeing their futures denied 
Their children killed, yet more cannon fodder for our guns. 

(C) Shafeesthoughts 
9th November 2018

Monday, 5 November 2018

AwKwaRd

Awkward 

Acute 
Socially inept
Facts checked 

Nothing said 
Cross talk 
Like symbols chattering in a street 

A cube amongst round fellows 
Those words that just tumble out 
Tripping and falling over one another 

Nails screeched down blackboards
Cutlery tumbledown
Crash smash bash

The spilt milk 
Those empty spaces 
That beg to be filled 

Awkward 
Is not a condition 
It’s a place we’ve all been. 

(c) Shafeesthoughts 
5th November 2018

Bromley, London