Heart and Mind

🧠: Stop, I’m begging you please stop
❤️: I can’t, I don’t know how to change,
🧠: You need to please, we can’t handle this pain,
Why does the heart never want to listen to the brain?

❤️: And why does the brain belittle the heart,
Why does it act as if I am insane?
Thoughts of love? aren’t thoughts your department?
Then why is it only me who’s to blame?

🧠: For you think thoughts devoid of logic,
It’s ok to dream as long as you accept reality,
That’s why they call it “losing your mind”
For without me you are but lost in insanity

❤️: The societal logic that you speak about,
“Insanity” is just not conforming to society’s norm,
Real insanity is still insanity even if a majority
Of people follow it, more than the drops of rain in a storm

What is insanity really, its to go against ones nature
As to love uncontrollably, nothing is more natural
And it’s natural to rise and fall, love and be hurt
Rather than be devoid of emotions because you think tactical

🧠: You’re nothing but a dreamer more dangerous
Than an army of demons dreaming impossibilities
❤️: What use is a mind if you can’t use it to dream,
What the hell is the point in your abilities?

What is the point in intelligence if you can’t use it
To achieve such dreams of delightful glee?
If ignorance is bliss then I’d rather be stupid,
I’d rather be blind if failure is all I could see.

🧠: Denial is not true happiness you must learn
Contentment comes only from accepting what’s true
It’s not real happiness it’s but a facade
And you know that deep down in your…..well you

❤️: And what if there is no middle ground between us
And between both of our extremist views
Do I stay without any feelings and not take the risk
Of failing in my purpose and being left bruised

🧠: Perhaps you just weren’t meant to have such love
Afterall if everyone felt such love it would no longer be unique
❤️: Then I will forever chase a dream of love
Even if I know deep down my destiny is defeat

Nothing else can compete with loves beauty
And nothing ever will, I’d rather blindly dream
Then feel nothing at all like an empty shell
It’s worth the pain however mad such an idea may seem

🧠: Why not be sensible my sweet heart?
Why not listen when everyone advises you to quit?
♥️: Why in everything else do people say follow your heart
No matter how hard your dream seems believe in it?

But when it comes to love I must accept the truth,
When it’s more important than any other dream we’ve had
You know you can’t get her off of you
And in your subconscious you want to fight just as bad

If she’s not right for us why does she enter your thoughts?
🍆: Because she’s hot, just look at her body
🧠: Stay out of this, you’re even more trouble
♥️: Don’t get involved, both of us are keeping it Godly

🧠: But seriously though I’ll tell you what you already know
Whilst you’ll completely ignore me like you always do
And I’ll watch you without being able to stop you
And once again see everything I predicted come true

Then you’ll look to me to find a solution,
For the fact that you’ve broken yourself in two
You’ll ask me to find a way to stop all our hurting
But we’ll have noone else to blame but you

♥️: And still I’d do it a thousand times again
I don’t regret chasing happiness nor will I ever
🧠: I guess to not do, I would always regret not trying
♥️: Then perhaps in this it is the heart not the brain that is clever.


A universe is such a large thing, an almost endless expanse
All manner of wonders and miracles are brought to being
Stars that shoot across the sky, colourful milky ways
Wonders that cause laughter, smiles and a thousand feelings
Who could think that within all this beautiful chaos
There could be an era when her light would shine
A century of the existence where nothing else can compare
That like tonights sunset will eventually be lost in time
Allahs most wondrous and most beautiful sculpture
For like a bolt of lightning with a thousand volts she struck me
Paralysed by her eyes and I’m frozen like ice
For could there ever be anything in all creation as lovely
And she sits with her legs crossed on the chair
She laughs and her eyes light up like a chandelier
She leaves and I’m alone she’s no longer near me
But the thoughts of her however, will not disappear
And the cherry blossom blooms when she stands beside it
Its beauty withers when she leaves and cannot stand alone
Her lips call out silently to my heart without words
The feelings incomparable to anything that I have ever known
And I’m willing to protect and serve her like a knight
She is a queen of queens, a queen without a crown
She’s a peacock amongst Trafalgar squares pigeons
A Picasso amongst the grey buildings of London town
She is madness itself for such an illusion cannot be real

She is all of my being, she is all of my existence

She may be so far now in a desert spring but I can’t forget her

Every atom of existence cries for her no matter the distance
The universe centres around her smile
As do the tremors that shake me to my very core
So what else is there to do but to dream til my end
And become but dust happily upon her floor
The pain is ecstatic and the joy a burning
Like the sun and the moon became my all
Every thought is entwined with thoughts of her
And how her hair is like a jet black waterfall
When I dream of her it feels so real
And when I’m with her for real it feels like a dream
I tell myself I’m done promise myself to forget
But all attempts evaporate from me like rising steam
Like the big bang she smiled and a whole existence
Was brought to life like when a seed has split
And my heart is scattered all across her universe
She can keep every piece, every single little bit
As she walks towards me her huge smile smiling
The sun is like a spotlight shining down on her from above
The stars align a catwalk, the planets orbit her continuously
What is this duniya without such a love

I’m Falling

I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling
Head spinning in the whirlpool of your eyes
All logic has been replaced with insanity
And I scream your name with silent cries
Where was I going in life I don’t remember
Everything I was I’ve replaced with my love for you
I’m falling unable to stop nor even care
For the hurricane of this storm I’m passing through

I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling
Down a bottomless well and i don’t even care
What was the surface other than a bland normality
What is the point of it all if you aren’t there
Collapsing like towerblocks being demolished
Into rubble as is my sanity and state of mind
I used to see my future so clearly
Now I don’t want to open my eyes my love is so blind

I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling
And no matter what I do I keep on falling
I look at the stars at night as if you are there
And towards the love of my life my heart is calling
Slipping like the sloped wet slate of a roof in rain
I can’t rise like the sun far away in the East every day
I have fallen so so deep in love with you I can’t think
I will continue to love you no matter what, come what may

I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling
Like a shooting star falling through the sky
Burning and aching nonestop is my heart for you
With no understanding or care of any reason why
With the force of a meteorite is how I fell for you
Overcome with loves dizziness destroying all thought
My heart is yours to do with however you please
I’m trapped unable to escape the net of which I’m caught

I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling
So deep is this hole that I’ve lost allhope of escape
I just dream of a thousand happy dreams
And a thousand times I feel my heart break
I’m swept up in a tornado of despair and ecstasy
Swirling with hope, guilt, shame, but love most of all
No matter how desperately I grasp at anything to hold
Nothing on this earth can break my fall

Your Name

You know you’re crazy about someone
When seeing them makes your heart shake with such a jolt,
But just merely seeing your name written
It feels like my heart’s been hit with a thunderbolt!

When I see it pop up upon my phone screen
That thunderbolt turns into a lightning storm,
Whatever I’m going through my heart starts pounding
And whatever my mood it rises like the sun at dawn.

Just seeing the places were we’ve hung out,
I picture you there still like you’re a ghost,
Like a refugee picturing his home across the vast ocean
Whilst sitting dreamily upon the coast.

Oh my gazelle the mere sound of your name
Believe me it distracts me completely from all else,
I so want to scream it out loud like a madman,
Only my pride manages to allow me to control myself.

A simple text message out of the blue
Makes me want to jump with such a joy I am feeling,
I read it critically like it’s a literary epic
And try to decifer its hidden meanings.

Just seeing your picture makes my day
And I smile by myself like a complete nutter.
You phone and I have so much I want to tell you
Then I hear your perfect voice and……I just stutter.

It’s You

Its you!
You are that feeling of infinite ecstasy,
Where joyful fanaticism has engulfed all logic,
And all else looses relevance with one text to me.

It’s you!
You are the worlds greatest distraction,
How does my mind always wander to your smile,
Your eyes or voice whenever I’m relaxing?

It’s you!
You are the very definition of loveliness,
Not a day goes by without my love sickness,
Completely encapsulating the very heart in my chest.

It’s you!
You are the very vision of beauty,
A portrait of perfection one look at your beautiful face
And I’m more bedazzled than by any sapphires or rubies.

It’s you!
You are the most beautiful and happy dream
A reality that may be impossibly out of reach
But I want to sleep for eternity when it’s you I’m seeing.

It’s you!
You are the most powerful force I’ve ever known,
How you can hypnotise me whenever you speak,
I am completely under your spell anytime you phone.

It’s you!
You are my hopeless sanity seeing defeat,
And your sparkling laughter destroyed all resistance,
I am completely at your will whenever we meet.

It’s you!
You are more than anything in my life that one
That makes my life be a constant festival of emotion
Oh how life is black and white when you’ve gone.

It’s you!
You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met,
My love you will always be the love of my life,
A blessing that as the years go by I will never forget.

Still I

I can still dream, even without hope,
I am still holding on, even without a rope,
I am still fighting, climbing an endless slope,
Not knowing how to stop, but also how to cope.

I can still wish, even though the stars say otherwise,
I am still here, even if you put me down to size,
I am still in love, even if my heart dies,
I can’t help it, I’m gone with one look into your eyes.

I can still scheme, even if I overthink every variable,
I can still fight, even if the pain is unbearable,
I can still try, even if I must prepare to do
Every little thing that I can to let you know I’ll be there for you.

Ya Allah

Lying on the ground
My energy drained like water in a drought
Unable to even lift my head towards the skies
And I try to scream but nothing comes out
When all else has forsaken me
And my dreams fall apart like wet tissue paper
All else seems lost like raft in the middle of the Pacific
I manage to move my tongue once more and call the Creator:

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Yes, I am obsessed with fighting white supremacy.
I dedicate my life to it and am completely unapologetic
It is not because I’m anti-west or anti-British,
Nor am I anti-white, anti-Christian or anti-Semitic.

It’s not because I want something for free,
Or because I believe in some form of reverse racism,
Nor is it because I’m part of some snowflake culture,
Or are following a kind of left wing or Islamic extremism.

It is because it is the most monstrous of plagues,
One that has caused a hurricane of damage,
A hurricane of destruction like a thunderous storm
Of slavery, theft and genocide across our planet.

Is there anything as evil in all of history,
As this white supremacy that’s grown in the last 500 years,
So I follow the tradition of Tupac Amaru, Huey P Newton
And Omar Mukhtar fighting it with blood, sweat and tears.

I really wonder if you can actually fathom
Exactly how terrified we are, I really don’t think you get
That it is not just the EDL, Britain First or UKIP,
Nor any far-right group amongst the proletariat.

It’s not just the grassroots fascism of the neo-Nazis
Although it’s terrifying how much in the last decade its grown,
But before liberals feel free from fault because you condemn
The far right extremists you must also look among your own.

For it is an entire institutionalised Islamophobia,
That we face every single day when we turn on the television,
That we face in our job structures and education,
Or within the laws and enforcers of this land where we’re living.

Like a disease of the mind it infects every aspect,
Of our society, so ingrained in our populations mentality,
Think before you speak from your position of privilege,
How your words may harm those whom you speak of with vanity.

It terrifies us, like a demon of hatred that stalks us always
Ready to arrest us or condemn us to the charge of insanity,
That makes us feel that if we speak out our careers are finished
Tells us to forget our people, just look out for yourself and your family.

So you see it’s not just the racist average Joe in the street,
It’s not just a few bad apples in the police force that’s to blame,
Western liberalism means freedom for one category of people,
But is a police state for others, that’s why we say it’s not the same.

It is the bombs dropped none stop upon our lands,
Killing men, women and children as if they are nothing,
That cripples any of our economies that it can’t control,
Steals our resources and sends any revolutionary into their coffin.

I know you can’t understand how it feels to know
That your brothers and sisters are being slaughtered across the planet,
You can’t understand why people abroad matter so much to us,
Why we feel so sick in our stomachs with pain until we can’t even stand it.

If our lives don’t matter there to you, then how can they here,
How can we be respected anywhere when our homelands are enslaved,
By Europe and European settler colonies wherever they are,
Until we feel helplessness and despair with both shame and rage.

And when we even try to raise our voice here in protest
We are labelled reverse racists, divisive or extremists.
We are isolated, even our own people distance themselves,
They say even though it’s the truth we shouldn’t so openly speak it.

We are told to sit down and shut up by the political right,
Whilst simultaneously told now’s not the right time by the left,
Like first let us use you to promote our politics of austerity,
As if our genocide and enslavement matter less than your NHS.

Really, so we should prioritise that which promotes your politics?
When our people are calling out for help from this monstrous empire,
I will not compromise on Yemen, Palestine or on Kashmir ever,
Even if I fear retribution, it’s not as much as I fear the eternal fire.

Yet we always forgive, because we are Muslims.
We always make excuses for our friends who say racist things,
Because no one wants to live their life with hatred
So we say they’re just ignorant no matter how much it stings.

Those awkward moments when we hear such words,
Maybe from a work colleague, customer or even our boss,
When the anger rushes inside us we forcefully supress it
And we either try to debate politely or most time just laugh it off.

We internalise our anger again and again like we’re on a loop,
Suck it into our stomach and down into our abdomen,
Until it becomes so much that we feel physically sick,
Try to forget it even though we know it will only happen again.

That sickness grows inside us like a curse of despair
And there’s not a thing we can do, just feel it tense our muscles and bones,
It engulfs you all over until you want to scream so much it hurts
You have to lie yourself and subconsciously take it out on our own.

Therefore a righteous anger becomes a petty hatred of brothers,
We blame our Shia brothers and sisters, Sufis or salafis,
We may speak out against Johnson, Biden or Macron,
But not as much as we protest against Assad or Gaddafi.

Until it reaches the point where sisters take off their scarves,
For fear of being attacked, how can one bear such a situation,
Until we’re too afraid to say “Allahu akbar” in front of people,
Lest they think we’re somehow backwards, insane or dumb.

We are not even allowed to be who we are,
If that’s what a liberal democracy is then for us its hypocrisy,
A contradiction if you truly understood I like to think you would cry,
Because your indifference feels like a complete mockery.

And if any brothers don’t practise or they support secularism,
They feel the need to say so when asked if they’re Muslim,
As if they’re ashamed of our religion or fear their judgement,
But whilst the man’s judging us remember there’s One judging him.

How can one feel ashamed of their forefathers,
When we look at the arts, science and theology they spoke?
And be ridiculed when we speak of the glories of our past,
Arghhhhhh the anger I don’t know how we continue to cope?

The helplessness takes us over, it’s a sickening feeling,
That makes you have to hide your scream behind a smile
And how can one live in such a situation you may ask
When he must go throughout his life in a constant denial?

It’s a sickness that we must bear every single day
And still we preach love, for we follow Islam,
We preach forgiveness, for Allah loves those who do,
We preach understanding for every fellow man.

Because we are strong, other wise how could we survive,
How could we not all be somewhere all locked in an asylum,
I know for a fact that if most Brits face even half of what we do,
Rather than preach peace like us they would have turned to violence.

That is why I’m obsessed with fighting for my people
And why I might see Islamophobia everywhere.
It’s not just the in your face, but the subconscious
White supremacy that leaves us feeling in despair.

That’s why I sacrificed my life to this cause,
Even if I die of exhaustion, even if it depresses me every day,
I can’t afford to stop and give up it’s not an option,
For the problem isn’t just going to fizzle out and go away.

So I simply ask you to be a little patient next time
We might seem a little uncomfortable at something you do.
I ask you please think about this sickness before you judge,
Before you accuse us of being divisive first look at you!

First Time

I wish I’d never told you how beautiful you are

None of the hundreds of times that I’ve told you that line

The hundred times I felt that you didn’t realise how true it was

A hundred times I wish I could tell you for the first time

How that your hair is so black, so wild and so perfect

That I’d never told you how much that I love your smile

Or how your eyes are the most beautiful thing that I’ve seen

I can take a break but I can’t help telling you every once in a while

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