Tuesday, January 30, 2018

The Forest of Silence ( A Poem)

A silent calabash full of milk
Abandoned in the human forest of silk
Among pregnant female trees
Virgin flowers with honey-bees
Squinting into the even light
Welcoming the darkness of the night
The idle wind whirls by
Sounding loudly nabby
The air venerated
As the mountains prostrated
Along the thickness of the forest
I heard the dead talking at rest


The trees pounding their roots
For the looks at loots
The elephants are drinking
The birds are singing
The ants playing the traditional band
The rabbit told me her man
Does she listens?
There she hastens
Fly the birds of Sankandi
Howl the dogs namby-pamby
The Baobab fights with its roots
Not all trees fight with their roots
The drought in the jungle
Gave up for the long struggle
The forest raise the dirge of silence
For the change of weather and finance


Sourcing the rivers of corruption
For an annual condom celebration
Spent for sickness of a toad
To construct us a road
The lions are angry
And the sky hungry
I told you I did
Rhymes so splendid
Dance the zebras of thought
For the fight we both fought
A divided State of Global Animals
Are better than a United State of Mammals
Let the baboons tell you my intellect
Spoken in the forest of dialect
Man causes climate change
Yet burns with range


You brown men milking our cows
We deserve your bows
Because we're animals and weak
Dry leaves add this bushfire at steak
For man will always smoke cigarettes
And we animals: will pass a bill in our Gazettes
Stop taking poor people for fools
Because we made your swimming pools
Made your beds and furniture
Science is nature
Your African hands
And hateful minds
Can't cease this pen
The animals made me a lion in the den
And I write till I get a chest pain
You can read me up to Spain



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Saturday, January 27, 2018

JESUS WILL COME ( A Religious Poem )

PART 1:

Lying into the sea of blood
Drenched with blindness
Harmed and bleeding
Where the sleeping slept
Embracing my sweet-sweat
Bombs just dropped
Destroying global crops
Thugs of pains at it again
Drifting the time over the lane
Flying around in a plane
Like a dream of bugs
Racing in atoms
Bees of wars
Sting the anus of chiefs
Kept in hives
Steal not the honey
To earn the money
The Mahdi is coming
 Jesus too is coming
Who else is coming?
The Antichrist;
For his arrival drives
Flew Israel to where the flies fly
To ruin Syria where the pliers ply


Seek the true seeker
Do not believe in The Legend of The Seeker
The seal of the seer
Chew not the meat of a deer
Throw your bottles of beer
Smoke no more for the noon
Wake up for the moon sighted
A crescent of frivolity
Co- meddled with forks of plates
Played full of tasteless food
The war to establish good
To which I speak, I differ
To a global concern, I refer
Peace I prefer, sorry I'm far
The death of those with wisdom
To raid the kingdom
Scared the film of my king-kong
Mumbling from rumbling
Rung tumbling humbling
Bordered my bumbling
Sorry if I'm bungling.

PART 2:

Welcome the final leader of our time
This poem is mine
People are scared of the truth
And hate truth-tellers
But love fortune tellers
This shrine is God
The known should inform the unknown
For the cry of onions
Sliced with a knife of life
Affecting lives for strives
Superstitions rule for years
The Turks and the Kurds
To all the wisdom in the world
Tell them the Mahdi is around
It's to you I call
You, we've been waiting for
Come to the son of Mary, the guided one
Come rain, come rain
Free the animals in the zoo
Sing the lyrics of the scriptures
God has seen your silence
Silent for long
Not you're not strong
But waiting for Jesus
To whom you must lead this poem
Let science lie
Tell religion what is right
Break the bones of darkness
Spread the light
Save my soul the rain
Cry me the gates of destruction
For a war afar
Set like a star over the sky
God knows why.


Tell the ignorant why I write
Death will die
When it's due to cry
Cry men the sea of sorrow
From near and afar
Nearer is a day tomorrow
The saints are not far
Jesus is near
The truth is one
For the lie, we can't bear
Witnessing bad deeds done
 Representing these letters
For the unlettered
Numbered in lies and ignorance
Hear the sound, alarmed like a clock
For a concrete human block
The first horn has been blown
Sounded to take the lives of all good people
So that the earth will be filled with chaff
And evil will prevail
True wisdom will derail
Turn verses to lectures
For the ugly vultures 
Oblivion of the human crocodile
Living in the Nile
These holy ants are all liars
And these learned lizards are deceitful
Adding to the lie
They can't subtract me
I'll never be equal
Dress like a Muslim
But act not even Christian
And I just sold a copy to a reader
I think her name was kinda like
Katy Kate Johnson
Or Kate Katy Johnson
Met her in a dreamlike land
Taught by my pen to understand
 Dying in the rain
 Remembered and forgotten.



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Tuesday, January 23, 2018

THE FROWNING COAST ( A Dramatic Poem)


Part 1:

When the butterfly flew where the bird flies,
When the cat chew the meat a dog fries.
Smile the Frowning Coast,
You were once the Smiling Coast,
Holding on to a past that's gone,
All truthful lies said and done.
The green forest is tired,
Accused and retired.
Still, the bushfire don't cease,
The Gambia the Smiling Coast, once a land of peace.
Is now suffering barren lands,
Caused by tongues and human hands.
Agriculture called a prostitute,
Without love, hatred and division is a substitute.
The line has been drawn for separation,
A daylight coup and tribal isolation.
To satisfy a Gambian,
And not a Zambian:
Consider everything is wrong
Because they all know, and so very strong.
Smile the Frowning Coast,
You were once the Smiling Coast,
You have no place to hide,
For the scorpion takes too much pride,
Tribalism and hypocrisy;
Made your hazelnut crispy,
Now the rich from the poor,
There's no true window from a door.
The rulers from the ruled,
The ignorant v.s the schooled.
Each ant got rude,
The t.v. watch nude.
Students skip school,
Teenagers now dance naked in a pool.


Part 2:

Smile the Frowning Coast,
You were once the Smiling Coast,
Why hunting specific races,
And slapping their faces.
These tribal inequalities,
Shamed my spiritually.
A headcrown on a mission,
We now see changemakers with no vision.
The eye of shame to see real beauty,
Makes the new Gambia very filthy.
The blind cannot see,
The sight of the unseen.
The weather of hatred this season,
Is lovely warm and cold for a reason.
I see a throng of mobs,
Sounding in silent sobs.
In a van of hope,
Chilling and smoking dope.
An Apprentice saying: " Serre-Kunda! Serre-Kunda!
A Passenger replied:"Lufa heew,  I'm going to Manjai Kunda!"
Another Passenger also said:
"Ya ham teh hammo tuss"
A Lady in the van said:
"Apprentice Johma suma pass,
Dama yakamti":
The Apprentice added:
"Madam, awma change mann, seen!":
The Lady responded:
"Moo, jangulo tuss!
Teh hamulo gaat!"
The Apprentice finaly said:
"But I can sing the national anthem."

Smile the Frowning Coast,
You were once the Smiling Coast,
Stop anticipating for change,
In the paint of range,
By trying the innocent and freeing the guilty,
For having been once faulty.
"Taxi! Town trip,
Seidai bama grip.
Take me to the galaxy,
Let me drink and get drunk of insanity,
Which is destroying our peace and humanity.
Politics makes the leaders so much tougher,
The poorer we become, the more we suffer. "
Progress, Peace and Prosperity,
Had been turned into adversity
Red, White,  Blue, White,  Green,
Now a destroyed land all have been
Justice is no longer guiding our actions,
For The Gambia now is lying for auctions.
Toward a common good,
As we become more hungry for food.

The Frowning Coast,
Sorry for the pain, today, yesterday and tomorrow,
Leaders come and go, even Kaddy Barrow.
Come peace embrace us instead,
For unity and our strength, we should spread.

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Monday, January 15, 2018

THE FAILURES AND THE SUCCESSES OF THE AFRICAN UNION: THE STATE OF AFRICAN LEADERSHIP, THE CONTINENT AND THE PEOPLE ( Teaching Material )


Since the African Union was founded on 9 September 1999, with the actual objective of uniting the continent  and accelerating the process of integration in Africa, maintaining peace and unity and to serve a vital role in the global economy, and to addressing the social, economic and political problems of Africans. The Continent for 19 years now had been briskly pounded into the mortar of retrogression and taken a dust bath into the tenets of war and division—then, let me ask you my dear reader, what is the need for their existence? The United Nations ( U.N) was founded in 1945 to replace the failed League of Nations which could not prevent the Second World War: but how many wars have been happening on the African continent? What has been done so far to earnest the conflict which had raped the continent for decades ?


As I lay awake at night, and ponder without hope, I shudder from the newly wedded siblings of disappointment that chokes my blood vessels with shame across the continent where I grew up. Pains long enough to fulfill a mad man’s destiny,   had been successfully enrolled into the silent university-college of my humble thoughts,— “Poor Africa”, the thought of Africa,  the continent of poverty and the land of pest and diseases; casted a spelt out of my throat. Do you know the only factories I see in Africa? They're: the manufacturers of lies, jealousy, bribery,  corruption,  rape, tribalism, greed, pride, ignorance and the desire to cause the death or failure of their fellow Africans, with the ultimate aim of inheriting their sweat, wealth, position or property- or even just to see them fail in life. Justice must never be ashamed to speak in our mother tongue. The vulture faiths on the death even it is old. A heinous act increasingly unpardonable— I embodied a mind that sees beyond the seven colors of the rainbow, as I understand the language of intellectuals and do ignore the pretense of African nations with their people who are not even near intelligence; but uninformed and just unlucky-  I am very optimistic to say this quite aloud that ignorance is a natural rain in Africa, with which our crops grow-- and the produce of which we eat as food.



An African easily underrates, quickly judges and fastly concludes- do you know the human resources we have in Africa? They are : witchcraft, jealousy, fighting, lying, pretending we know it all, poverty,  ignorance, and above all killing and derailing any individual African who can lead and unite this continent. Factually, Africans will willingly remove the person from power even if it means they're being influenced by any foreign power to label their leaders as bad, overstaying in power, being corrupt, or abused human rights. Especially, if the African leader in question captured power through a coup-- Africans will never see the person's efforts but will join the lexicographers to give weight to the word "Dictatorship"  and  help us define a "Dictator", that's why we have the Oxford Dictionary of English,  Cambridge and others-- and not African Dictionary of any language. Guess what Africans do after removing,  killing or jailing our leaders? They'll  start complaining of bad leadership. Today in Libya, they're crying for murdering Mohammad Ghaddafi, they're languishing without a president, and the country divided. Today all over Africa, when you mention names like Nelson Mandela, Thomas Sankara, Steve Biko, Kwame Krumah and others. Every African citizen will lament their death and wish they were alive. But I ask you my fellow Africans, do you know exactly why Mandela was jailed for 27 good years? Do you know the traitor (s) who led the expedition for killing Ghaddafi and Thomas Sankara? Do you even know why I'm writing this? Because Africans will never value each other and will never shape the destiny of their leaders: but will always live to remember them when they're gone.


With genuine reasons,  both Mandela and the aforementioned late African leaders knew very well that they'll one day be rulers and must rule, but they fought forces you never saw- both supernatural and physical forces led them into the room of misfortune for knowing who they were.  To date, we've plenty of reasonably brilliant, naturally chosen by God, and undeniably honest and gifted people in Africa who can move this continent; but they are those we forced into exile, leaders you fought and removed from power, those you killed, those innocent people our leaders killed, those intelligent African youths denied even entry to universities abroad, those poor and wrecked silent men and women in their poor houses, those you always envy hearing their names , those you don't want to accept; asylum seekers you think are nothing and laugh at. I have explicit respect for the people mentioned above: I later knew that most of them have more knowledge than anyone you think is knowledgeable, but we're just silent in a world that is talkative. I don't solicit attentions when I write, and I don't care who reads what I write or not because I'm a protestant writer who's bold enough to speak the truth confidently without fear. I dearly know that I do hugely impress some people who read me for knowing exactly why I write: as a result, I cannot work with most of our African leaders both in my own country and elsewhere in Africa because they belong - and I know where they belong; where only those with sight to see the supernatural can see and understand. Let us all accept the fact that "the black man is a symbol of poverty, mental inferiority, laziness and emotional incompetence."Africans will always have a dream at night but wake up in the morning to only speak about democracy and freedom of speech- even without knowing it: and later derail those with the competence to govern our countries and continent, that is why corruption in Africa is a way of life.



Before colonialism, we were ignorant and very primitive, colonizers came and even helped us built schools to be educated: we later complained about independence, they granted our independence but we failed to rule ourselves.  Africa is the source of three-quarter of all raw materials, minerals and natural resources--but we cannot do anything with them than selling them and war for even having them. Making the troubles of Africans my worries, I felt this literary pedigree of our discomfort so sorry—a loftiness of a non-fiction story, beneath the annals of history. Some of us live all our lives in ignorance and will never RESPECT those with perfect wisdom and foresight to both see and rule our countries and continent. To undress the naked fibers of my shameless African sweat-glands,  the AU’s budget depends on the support of its partners, a token that often dominates their summits. As a result, African solutions to African problems continue to be a priority for the organisation. The AU continues to work hard to find avenues through which mainly centers towards self-sustainability. To add pain to sympathy for my African skin in the bedroom of shame for seeing those holding PhDs, double-masters degrees from renowned universities in the world, and fluently speak many different languages; globally known and valued as intellectuals and professors: both of them and African leaders and heads of states, still cannot fuse their knowledge together to bail the African Union that runs the risk of placing African unity above the promotion of international norms, such as democracy and respect for human rights.



The African Union remains sceptical of "NATO " due to its intervention in Libya and Nato’s reluctance to allow any AU influence over the campaign, which itself had generated a great deal of offence amongst the African leaders during the incident in Libya and even at present in some countries in war in Africa. Why should AU be only negotiators and the source of sending peacekeepers than solving all the wars across the continent? But still there's war in Africa and the African Union and ECOWAS are often having meetings and partying the taxpayers funds,  for what?  Meetings upon meetings--what have they achieved? A headache of a rich man is far more better than the death of a poor man in Africa. When a poor man dies, he is buried with dignity for being poor and had nothing—but if a rich man does, his ghost dies ten times in his grave before he is finally laid to rest. Sorrow has made the African milk sour, this venom of pain had stung our hearts with hatred, tribalism, jealousy, mourning and poverty. Is it when we cry blood these acts will be condemned? How can African elections be free and fair and our leaders be just when actually predecessors who held those positions are on-behalf of our country owing the EU, IMF,  World Bank and all other international agencies;  yet,  we'll vote for a new president to rule our country and continent,  and so, instead of devising ways to pay our debts,  he or she will take more loans, develop only those areas  that voted him or her-- and then steal more money and when we're frustrated, we kill them , impeached them, jailed them, or even stage a coup.
And yet, we complain about bad leadership in Africa. Who is just fooling who here? When will we wake up from this century of sleep and stop civilizing hope in today's African leaders who baked our hearts with ponderings of misdemeanor. I’m understood by only those who understands philosophy and have knowledge of the supernatural world, soil me in your human earthquake to better explain to you the degree of doom and decadence I felt in the hearts of disturbed future African leaders. We have to form an alliance with each other in Africa to end these—it is God Who has the eternal key to lock every door, but man was born naked and must die naked. Death is the separator of the dear from the dearest— the dead are not happy anymore in Africa. Some died innocently, others gave up their properties, some abandoned in the darkness of hatred, and others gave up in professional hatred at work that killed them. Jobs in Africa are now embattled for, to the extent that some people had to send others in their grave so that they can be a “Country Representative of UNHCR”, “ a Director”, “just a mere Protection Officer”, “ a Minister”, what can I add— and a “President”. That best describes the evil seen by the uniformity of evil seen by the naked corridor of my weary eyes, as they got blown away by the wind of sight idiomatically. Africa has indeed a great battle to fight aside from poverty, hatred, jealousy, ignorance, greed, pride and evil are the most vital things to be fought for eternity, if ever, there will be a United States of Africa; we must be freed from the bondages of evil--and the youth must be ready to face the challenges.


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Saturday, January 13, 2018

Did I not Say ( A Poem of Condemnation )

Did I not say
As evil governs the night,
The dawn will forsaken the light?
Did I not say they are ruling the world?
They, the 'Illuminati' (Baphomet);
Who thinks inhuman,
Sees every man as a woman:
And a woman as a mad man;
Amongst them is Zeeman.
I heard that Zeeman causes a global plight,
To show he's a knight,
I heard screams of  fright;
Sounded so strange last night.

I heard the responses and screams,
Brought Africans so much creams.
I heard there's an evil aspirant,
Who hates Muslims and immigrants:
Now has turned to Africans,
Did he understand Afrikaana?
I heard African leaders got hurt so deep,
For things they can't  keep.
The news is widespread on the press,
 For knowing who's Zeeman;
He's this very ripe man, who looks like a pawpaw,
Like a dog,  who barks howl howl.


Did I not say:
Some nightmares can be real,
But this one is very surreal.
I heard a broken voice-
Pounded a temperamental noise,
Sobbing for a lack of choice:
Knowing our leaders failed us.
Signification....
Striken a matchstick from a land far off
Bargained in the market of absurdity ,
As the fire sparks,
Burning the beauty of Zanzibar Forest,
 Crashing against the fence of global division-
 Mountains speak to a fortress,
For owning this distress,


Pounded by a remarkably nice indecent speech
Blurred by the speaker of pride,
Who thinks whatever he does is right:
Tell him,
In the garden of fear there's now courage!
We drink both champagne and porridge,
Our crowns responded to this rash;
Spoken by a tycoon who owns some plenty cash.
Africa, the home of tyrants and might:
The zoo of elephants and ants,
Our forest echoes with wild animals;
We sleep on trees and dress in leaves,
For sting of bees,
We fear not peas.


We heard this justification,
With a high condemnation.
Our leaders of error heard vocal expressions,
Through airwaves echoing into our ears.
Did you hear?
What just happened this year?
An inhabitant of the supernatural,
Who lives in this world as natural,
He's a president now-
Don't ask me how?
Have you not heard he's chosen to prevent?
Of course, prevent, the Third World War?
But he's causing it.


He stirs trepidation and dismay,
This butterfly now declares himself a bird,
He's provoked the ants,
Defined us as prostitutes;
And think we're termites.
After escaping a fight,
He nearly ate a North Korean sauce,
Will he taste that soup?
Coward!
He's no nuclear button on his desk,
Only open his shirt to show his chest;
The forest of the world has a nuclear desk,
Just one button to press:
Ballistic missiles as home address.


Call the animals to join this feast-
For the constellation of a beast,
 Our seas are armed with ships of sailors
African workshops are now sewing factory of clothes
Our rivers flow to their banks:
Our leaders failed our crops;
But now, the land failed our efforts.
We're rather too determined to proof you wrong,
To show that we're strong-
 Tell your master (Satan) that evil shall perish,
That power rules power:
That information is liberation-
And we're a united continent of nations.
Darkness can't extinguish this light,
The present us have the might,
To show you that:
Our leaders are productive gardeners of infertility
Whose ignorance leads to this insensitivity .



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Tuesday, January 9, 2018

My Love Goes By (A Poem)


By the river as it fluctuates to its banks
By the rain as it washes the earth
By the snow as it freezes
By the sky as it claps among the clouds
By the heart of men in trust and love
By politicians as they lie and steal
By leaders as they lead in lies
By the women who born
By newborns as they are born,




By the flowers as they turn into fruits
By the trees as they born new leaves
By the fire as it burns
By everything that goes round and turns
By the mountains as they stand
By sugar and salt
By chocolates and sweets
By all the animals in the jungle
By the insects and insecticides
By pest and diseases
By hunger and poverty,



By the holy books and their content
By writers as they write
By the scientists as they discover
By economics as they economize
By religion as religious as it's
By the riches and the poor
By the scholars as they teach
By the painters as they paint
By literature and nature
By history, the present and the past
By music as it entertains
By dancers as they dance
By the thunder and lightning
By the tornados as they strike
By the dead and the living.

When the moment has passed,
When the beginning was the moment,
When men were men;
When the children were children-
When there was shame:
When women were women,
There is No deity worthy of Worship but ALLAH  ( God ).

Saturday, January 6, 2018

STATEMENT ON THE OCCASION OF MY 28TH BIRTHDAY ( 7 January 2018)

All Praises be to ALLAH, the One, the All-Powerful, the Forgiver, Most Gracious and Most Merciful.

I bear witness that Muhammad Ibn Abdallah ( blessings and peace of ALLAH be upon him) is the Best of Creation and Messenger of God, who guides to the Right Path and I testify my believe in all other messengers and prophets of God: from Adam to Isa, Jesus ( peace and blessings of ALLAH be upon them).


On this occasion of my Twenty-Eight year Birthday,
I would like to extend my deepest and warmest regards to my few loyal friends, my family, well-wishers and my dear readers all over the world. Your service is incomparable and your reward is inestimable to me.
 In tandem with my work as a writer,  the Holy Qur'an says in Suratul Al-Hadid chapter 57 Verse 10 that:'' Those who spend in charity shall be richly rewarded''. I say as well that writing itself is a form of charity in which the writers share their wisdom to educate, inform, advocate for something, or persuade a particular group or people to accept something worthwhile .
Aside from writing and blogging, I teach as well exactly the way I speak and write truthfully, boldly and confidently. Since writing is not as lucrative as it should be in The Gambia: and the African continent at large.  I would like to reaffirm my commitment by quoting from one of my books entitled; ''SPIT OF MISERY'' which is my first poetry collection-- I said; 'all writers are critics but not all critics are writers'. I hope you will join me to make my birthday unforgettable.



 I am glad that it will soon come to an end. I always celebrate my birthdays by fasting( though this is something I just prefer doing), praying the five daily prayers correctly,  giving charity from the little I have; even if it means lacking--offering prayers to God, visiting  the grave and reminding myself about death.
However, I never solicited gifts from love ones and family  alike, although most of you ( them) suprise me with things I never expected. Since you never asked me about things I like for my birthday, I will tell you. I like to be simply reminded about God, eating dates( this, I don't hide, especially the dry one) or eating bush bay, locally call Tomborong or Seydem in Mandingo and Wolof, Maggariya or Daaray in Hausa and Djarma respectively. I also like reading , seeking forgiveness and showing people some gratitude.



When my lovely unforgettable Christian friends give me gifts of any kind, I thank them enough in the highest of manner because celebrating birthdays  involving cakes and other things, is  actually for them which I respect them for their religion: though some Muslims do the same which is good for them.
As I humbly thank everyone on my birthday, I am reminded about death which has no time or permission, and sadly,  most influential writers don't live long to eat from their sweat, or explain to us the content of their natural gift which they alone have.



 I wish William Shakespeare was around to tell me what did he mean by saying : " It is nobbler to forgive than to take revenge", or that Nigerian Chinua Achebe could have been alive to also tell me what he meant by saying : "If you don't like someone's story,  you write your own." I'm happy to know in Africa many people don't like stories bearing the truth;  or that writers who are very just and preach nothing but the truth. Achebe attested to that in the citation above.
Today, we live to read from these renowned authors whose lives we have no idea where and how they started: the power and sight they possed, to see beyond human thoughts,  to themselves opposed those I am opposing who are opposite God.



Time has come for the entire world to sconce the voice of splenative rheumatism, prescript enough as a requiem of religion than rather foaming bubbles of appurtenance on press and social media--gagging out our gait and carbuncle the bloody stains of our dying political cerements.
I'm so apoplexed with the measure of antic comments exasperating our collective savoury during birthdays of some fellow Muslims ; whatever it takes, celebration or thanksgiving; each does better for all. It's an imposthume to impawned our religious obligations with termagant non- Islamic practices ostentatiously oustretched to inoculate our perpend.

 

As a devoted Muslim,  my fellow Muslims all over the world will agree with me that Allah said know me before you worship Me. Evidences in the Qur’an and Hadith indicates that Muslims celebrating birthdays is a kind of bid’ah ( adding partners to God) or innovation in religion, which has no grounded significance in Shari’ah ( Islamic Law and Jurisprudence ). In Islam, it is not accepted to accept invitations to birthday celebrations, because this involves supporting and encouraging bid’ah ( adding partners to God.)

The Qur'an tells us:

“Or have they partners with ALLAH (false gods) who have instituted for them a religion which ALLAH has not allowed…?” ( Al- Shoora, Quran chapter 42 verse 21 )


This does not mean we shouldn't celebrate our birthdays-- but celebrating them in a way contrary to Islam,  is forbidden for Muslims ONLY . The Qur'an says:

“Then We have put you (O Muhammad) on a plain way of (Our) commandment. So follow that, and follow not the desires of those who know not. Verily, they can avail you nothing against ALLAH (if He wants to punish you). Verily, the Zaalimoon (wrongdoers) are Awliyaa’ (protectors, helpers, etc.) to one another, but ALLAH is the Only Wali (Protector, Helper) of the Muttaqoon (pious).” ( Al-Jaathiyah, Holy Quran chapter 45 verse 18-19)


According to indisputable and highly authentic facts, the Prophet (peace and blessings of ALLAH be upon him) said: “Whoever does something that is a not part of this matter of ours (i.e., Islam) will have it rejected” (reported by Muslim).


In the service of  creative writing, blogging about the truth, philosophy, religion and this inexplicable natural gift from God I am endowed with; I cannot but always remain:

~Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf SOWE .




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Friday, January 5, 2018

A Letter Poem to African Leaders ( Modern African Protest Poem 2018)




                                                   Voice of the Pen
                                                   The Blogger on the Den,
                                                   Epistle
                                                   Self-Exile,
                                                   15 May, 2016.


All my Readers,
African Leaders,
On all Social Media
Except Wikipedia,
Online.
 Dear Sir/Madam,
                                Modern African Protect Poem 2018

Excellencies: Happy New Year!

Your Excellency Sir/ Madam,
Have you not kindly
Listen,
To the whispers of black bees:
Innocently jailed in hives,
Matter of lives.


We heard you banned use of hard drugs,
To get rid of useful African thugs;
Yet, the African headache not faded.
In the tongue of lies, honor upgraded,
From our leaders we trust,
Whose heart's metal of sight is corrupt. Sir,
Destroyed is our soil,
And our continent spoil.


Have you no shame?
For the blame.
Tell my readers, my writer's address,
Rhymes with my receiver's headress
For writing what's never written,
Like Jordan and Pippen.

Africa is crying,
For the naked sauce of political insult frying
In the pan of silence,
For over paying rent in Pence
In foreign lands,
With ECOWAS and AU hands.

When unity can't bid us together,
Climate Change raped our weather.
This letter heals?
Perhaps, failed trade deals.
Wole Sonyinka was jailed twice,
Nelson Mandela for 27 years, so as rabbit and a mice?


In vain the dead must weep
For our wet pants dried in the sun
Under United Nation's house of fun
For making you shame buttons on
For the battles never won,
But Your Excellency Sir/ Madam,
You had a little too much to bring
And no sense of a king.
We are yet to see another Mandela,
But watching another Cinderella.


                                                                   Yours Sincerely,
                                                                   Signed:                                                                           The Voice of the Pen.
                                         


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Wednesday, January 3, 2018

ONCE UPON A TIME ( A Poem)


Once upon a time,
The hour was mine.
Without riddims or rhymes,
Dancers sang mimes.


When weakness was wean,
The Gambian soil a bean;
Darkness was governed,
Light misconstrued.
The Atlantic Ocean swelled,
The sky smelled.


Farmers were development tools,
Feeding politicians in schools.
Now that green is exiled,
New parties emerged in textile.
The nation campaigns,
For the celebrations of champagne.
Democracy with indiscipline,
The youth altered their norm line.

Their ignorance posted on timelines,
Happenings in the Gambia bitter like limes.
Like letters in the silent sky,
Except to ask why?
In the past, farming was the answer,
To reduce poverty and hunger.


Despise the pain we've been,
Amongst ants 'n human bees,
Of jinns 'n human beings.
Now the country is naked,
They say speech is freedom:
For fools without wisdom.


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Sunday, December 10, 2017

A Letter to the Vice Chancellor, University of the Gambia (UTG)

 I write with a great aplomb and unbreakable string of inexplicable respect, to genuinely disclose a hindsight of foreseeable national plight affecting every facet of your deservedly highly praised University. My reason for writing to you becomes a disillusionment at variance with a sense of detachment on past aspirations towards your predecessors. I reasonably write this letter to define my blustery petrel of nationalism which has defied my anticipation.


Of understandable civility, I do hope that the sting of discomfort on my chin hopes to smart in perpetuity for accepting my "Congratulatory Message" to you--having assumed the office which serves as the eyes and ears of every erudite and unscholarly Gambian.
As Paul Beatty, the Manbooker Prize Winner echoes in his best-selling book, The Sellout, which reads: "Human carnage and mistake is always filmed and remembered in the highest definition. The images of the past always burn into our memories and plasma screens of sight to recall."


Makes the smokes of expression burned the inside of my throat. After a long pause, I finally want to say, Honor my Chancellor, I plead human. This letter is a citation of interest in your honorable institution of wisdom, I plead service en masse on an affirmation-action that truncates our country's name.The Gambia, our country as you may know is the smallest of the only countries on planet earth - where tribalism is a constitutional right - and jealousy and hypocrisy a priority first.


My research paper, 'Seeking Knowledge in Philosophy of Science and Religion' teaches that: "In a country where knowledgeable people are disrespected - the youth suckle from the breast of ignorance." If modern law is to be modernized,  and laws made out of parliament to be revised and revitalized in the coming Twenty-Second Century: The Age of The Anti- Christ which is not my topic of discussion.  The Gambia under the first democratically elected government should be one of the African countries to pass a bill against ( Wolof: Sohorr ak Inyan) ( Mandinka: Hasidia ning Jawyaa).


 Agreeing with me that an honorary degree is an academic degree for which a university (or other degree-awarding institution) has waived the usual requirements, such as matriculation, residence, a dissertation and the passing ofcomprehensive examinations. The degree is typically a doctorate or, less, commonly a master's degree, or bachelor's , and may be awarded to someone who has no prior connection with the academic institution or no previous postsecondary education. The degree is often conferred as a way of honouring a distinguished citizen or a visitor's contributions to a specific field or to society in general.

For over three hundred years, U.S. colleges and universities have bestowed honorary degrees on people for their lasting impact on society - politicians, musicians, writers, actors, clergymen, corporate CEOs, sports figures and then some. It all began at Harvard University in 1692, when the Ivy League school gave the first honorary degree in the United States to Puritan clergyman Increase Mather. However, honorary degrees had been granted for over 200 years before this (the University of Oxford gave out its first honorary degree in the 1470s). Then, the degree was given mainly to scholars.
 Such diverse individuals as author Elie Weisel, comedian Bill Cosby, and former heavyweight champion Mike Tyson have been awarded honorary degrees. My honorable Chancellor, The Yale University as part of its honors programs awarded the famous Senegelase inventor of "Mbalax",  Prof. Youssou Ndour for his outstanding contribution in the world of music. How about renowned Gambian Jaliba Kuyateh, the King of Kora?  Prof. Dr. Henry Carrol, retired director of the Gambia National Library, Abdou W. Mbaye, Hon. Halifa Sallah, Dr. Langfafa Dampha, former P.S. Baboucarr Boye,  Mr. Momodou Sabally the Gambia's Pen, Prof. Fodey Baldeh a publisher, critic, grammarian and editor, Prof. Nana Grey-Johnson, Dr. Baba Galleh Jallow, Dr. Baba Sillah, Dr. Tijan Sallah, Prof. Michael Hamadi Secka, Dr. Cherno Omar Barry, Dr. Musa Bah ( Tha Scribller ), etc. It's even more disparaging to recall how prolific Gambian scholars in the likes of late  Dr. Lenrie Peters, Sheikh  Oustas Bun Jeng, Sheikh Oustas Abdou Gitteh,  Musa Affia Ngoum, Ossulo Njie Senghor, and of recently, Dr. Raphina Philott Almeida, etc, could all be laid to rest to suffer the indignity of unremembered graves. Their history forgotten, and their might extincted amongst fallen knights.

 I am happy to know Dr. Pierre Gomez has been academically and ceremonious conferred a" Prof", which is loudly commendable and undoubtedly deserving of such an erudite embodiment of scholarship and dissertation in him. I hope his department under your tutelage will put this letter into consideration, and to hereinafter ameliorate the faculty of arts and sciences with similar programmes, despite the existing honors in your university. In one of my new books,  entitled; 'An Island of Silence' , I said: "when flowers turned and become fruits,  they always tend to forget that they're from a plant." I bet the ferociously intelligent and season of Gambian scholars will nurture the young people in our country who merit mentorship, in order to hold the roots of our country's educational future at equilibrium - thus,  the settled Gambia High incident.


Honorary degrees recognize those who have made profound and enduring contributions to scholarship, culture, and improved quality of life in society at large. Achievements of national or international significance deserve priority consideration. It is important that recipients be persons of great integrity, as the choices we make reflect our values as an institution. Hence it is sometimes recommended that such degrees be listed in one's CV as an award, and not in the education section. With regard to the use of this honorific, the policies of institutions of higher education generally ask that recipients "refrain from adopting the misleading title and that a recipient of an honorary doctorate should restrict the use of the title "Dr" before their name to any engagement with the institution of higher education in question and not within the broader community. Rev.Theodore Hesburgh held the record for most honorary degrees, having been awarded 150 during his lifetime


I would like to recommend to your office the  "Introduction" of The Honorary Degree and Undergraduate Degree awarded in rare and exceptional circumstances.  The purpose of these honor is to recognize individual Gambians who may or may not have been admitted to, or graduated from the University of the Gambia under exceptional or extraordinary conditions.

 For example in USA, the first recipient of the Honorary Undergraduate Degree was denied admission to the University due to her race, not on the basis of her academic qualifications. It is anticipated that the awardees have distinguished themselves within their community, state or region.

The Types of Honorary Undergraduate Degrees to be Awarded at the UTG may include :

Bachelor of Arts (B.A.)
Bachelor of Science ( B.SC.)
Etc,

Titles of Honorary Degrees available for conferral at the UTG may also include:

Doctor of Arts (D.A.) – Design, visual, and performing arts

Doctor of Humane Letters (L.H.D.) – Service to society (humanitarianism) and scholarship in the humanities (journalism, communication, history, philosophy, language, and literature) and social sciences

Doctor of Laws (LL.D.) – Law, public policy, and public service

Doctor of Science (Sc.D.) – Science, medicine, engineering, and related fields

In conclusion,  the Bible says in 2 Timothy 4:3: “For the time is coming when people will not endure sound teaching, but having itching ears they will accumulate for themselves teachers to suit their own passions.” In the service of creative writing, philosophy and nationalism, I cannot but always remain:


Yours Sincerely,
Modou Lamin Age-Almusaf Sowe,
Author / Librarian / Poet and Playwright;
Founder/President of the Young Writers Association of the Gambia  ( YWAG),
Interim Assistant Secretary General at the Writers Association of the Gambia  ( WAG).



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Wednesday, November 22, 2017

SPEAK OUT Mother Africa ( A Poem )

Speak, will you?Africa Speak!
Spread your hands,
Play the traditional bands,Sing our:

Raw materials ,
Talent and;
Human resources.

Speak the lips of joy
Deactivate your silence
Be revamped 'n renamed
 Of a wondering continent,
Speak out Mother Africa!



 The youth need your milk to breastfeed
The continent of unrespected voices
Lecturer of war 'n harborer of crimes
The continent of pest 'n diseases
Our dignity is being riped off
Our unity zip zipped off
 For a lack of cooperation
Bad representation in the United Nations
The news broadcast what our radios don't speak on the press



Be detetmined from a distress,  Oh mistress! Cooperate! Use a rake and rate the stars:
Achebe
Mandela
Ghadaffi
Sankara

Not modern speakers!
Changemakers in sheep clothing
Held our objectives sailing
Wallowing endlessly
Regardless of the holes in their pockets
For being political pickpockets
Speaking in disrupted bells of governance
Democracy with hypocrisy
Rights with dead batteries in a torchlight



 The disgruntled voices made more noises
Silent in our battered houses
Shattered into flights
Dancing naked with scattered pains
We're missing the Mugabe quotes
As his resignation gave notes
Cooperate MOTHER Africa!
Will you? Trash AU
Reshuffle ECOWAS
They're rubbish in a bin
Noisy bling blings
Whose meetings determine
An evaporated water on the road
And the dead of a toad



Cooperate with USA 'n UAE mother Africa
 As slaves of humiliation chained in politics  Threatened 'n abused in our pants
By the great constitution of nations
 In the forest of cowardice
 We drenched in our blood of fright
Clapped in delight
Time to speak out!
 Speak out Mother Africa!



Voices from afar 'n within
Our shame shall be resolved in witty
 Write hashtags, let's match the streets
 Sing boldly 'n wholly
To bid farewell with our songs of sorrow
For a better tomorrow
We must be heard even it's hard



SPEAK,  SPEAK, 'n speak out!
Time to get our abused voices into a microphone
We need Afri-Phones
Not IPhones
To SPEAK,  speak,  and speak out for EU Cooperation in Africa

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

The Pain Is Gone (A Poem)


O'er the land I'm overlaid
Weighing motion in emotion
 Overloaded in the ostentatious origin
 Overcame to overcome in the overclock

 I'm overcast, dressed overcoat
Suffered overall-
 The clock ticking overtime
My efforts are overwhelming
They overlooked
I'm overpaid

Did you hear the overflow?
In the overlap
Overblown today
In the outskirts of an outsold ovation
In an orchestrated nation

Over the damsel of an off cell
Overdue in time
Things overdone
But I'm off the done
I'm licking the ice on  the tongue


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Tuesday, October 24, 2017

The Orphan ( Spoken Word) on YouTube


You may be relieved from stress and pain should you not have been in a happy mood TODAY. As a therapist of emotional discomfort, I diagnosed this piece of poem to reinvigorate the dying strength of orphans in their dramatic shifting and life-long struggle for success.
BE INSPIRED READING
The Orphan ( Spoken Word):

https://youtu.be/x9Pe-q-Nhks

Listen to another Spoken Word by Gambian Author and Young Scholar, ModouLaminAgeAlmusafSowe. Click on the video and watch lyrics of the poem titled: The Orphan. Edited and produced by PrinceJawara, an iconoclastic video-editor, professional producer, a prodigy and computer genius. Courtesy of PrinceJProduction. #Associátion_Nop_Sa_Jekarr_Group_Deff_Mu_Nekh. #WeInVirtue!



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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

THE HOPE THAT CRIED ( A Poem)



When our love was so young 'n fresh
We blossom from the family tree
You implanted your seeds into my womb
I gave you five splendid sons
I loved you to the depth of my heart


Until my hope cried
You broke your vows
What did she has that I lacked?
Am I not a woman?
You promised to love only me

I have never known a man except you
You met me as a virgin, pure 'n stainless
Now that my bones are old- 'n' my skin withered
You married a woman among women
We've fought 'n we quarrelled,
With so many reasons to leave you


But I cling on you like a child
Behold in my spirit 'n patient
You made my legs your home
Until I am use to only you
Why should you abandon me with my children?


Please! 
For the sake of our children; don’t leave me
Don’t make me to regret ever loving you
Remember so many fine men proposed to me
With their cash and kind
 I rejected them all for you
I love only you until you have
You threw me apart 'n forgot you past
When you used to live from hand to mouth



Had I known, I would have left you the way you were
Now that I am an orphan
Have nobody else but you
You have chosen to ostracize me
You sank me further into my miseries
You precipitated me into worries
The Lord shall judge between us


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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

BALLOON OF FAME (Poetry)






Holding on a vertical stretch
In creative writing 'n literature
Silent, but born exactly in my nature
Being unheard
And unsupported
For being African
Yet Gambian

I entangled left 'n right
Turned olding days to new years
Old writings in to modern African literature
Like a blown balloon
Sighting a new crescent from afar
The 22nd Century not far
I felt a tremor of an appraisal wave
Swollen in new African valves, rotten with dignity


Dribbling with my senses whether to laugh or cry
I remained constant:
As the wind of death blows intermittently
When my comrades who were always invincible
Shaded tears of joyous-sadness
For mourning Chinua Achebe
Celebrating Wole Sonyinka 'n Chimamanda Ngozi Adechie

For the first time in my entire life
I wish to live long to witness
The clap of my heart
Congratulating African hard work
For the age of new technology in literature
Death is but must!
Will I live to witness this glory I labored for?
In pain 'n sweat
Alone 'n in underestimation
In hunger 'n poverty



My eyes swum with tears of sorrow
 To the depth of my happy ocean 
I sank in the rivulets of dejected honor
Swimming in success, yet unsuccessful
 In the ocean of education, but uneducated
Reaching the rim of the world 
But still in Africa
On a cross highway, next to a round-about
I became a robot

My legs got frozen against my wishes
The yellow color on a traffic light
 Held my muscles 'n plight
My strength became the green-light for my passage
Upon reaching the stairs
Stairs of my sweat but not sweating
I felt that one blood of a person
 Can be a poison to another
Many have been denied by my intelligence to clap for


The amount of food a farmer eats is what he grew
As the microphone prostrated before me
Tears burned in my eyes
My voice betrayed my lips for hearing a crack in my speech
My eyes beamed before my audience
Love engulf my elbow
Speaking next to my neighbour
Weakness told me don't speak
Literature said: 'write'
I became noble in the ribs of nobility
For being alive but will die
 But wish to witness
The new West African writer 
To win the Nobel Prize for Literature 







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Friday, August 25, 2017

Eid-ul-Adha: Muslim Feast of Sacrifice ( Tobaski ) in Philosophy of Religion


Islam has now become a religion of hypocrisy and mockery of which people have chosen for themselves prophets and messengers other than those Allah had already sent and chosen for Mankind. The world is now experiencing a new revelation from the 'World of the Supernatural', governed by Satan and all his agents of doom and decadence. Before, Satan struggles to the depth of his sweat ninety-nine point nine times before he can influence a single soul to commit heinous sins. But that was in the past; nowadays, he sits comfortably on his throne and watches Mankind clearly and openly prove God wrong as to why he ( Iblis, Lucifer, etc) had been so much recalcitrant to prostrate before Adam. His reasons are unacceptably clear -- not only because he's fire and man is clay, but of course, we're in the time of the Hour when the world only awaits the major signs for Judgment Day. The twelfth month of the Islamic calendar is called Dhul Hijjah. It is the month that contains one of the greatest pillars of Islam – Hajj or the major pilgrimage. It also contains one of only two Islamic reoccurring festivals, Eid ul Adha. These two special occasions, the Hajj and Eid ul Adha, are inextricably linked by one special man, Prophet Ibrahim, known in Jewish and Christian traditions as Prophet Abraham.

Making the pilgrimage is often called following in the footsteps of Ibrahim. This is due to the fact that the rituals involved in the pilgrimage replicate many of the events in Prophet Ibrahim’s life. Eid ul Adha commemorates a specific trial in the life of Ibrahim. He was commanded by God to sacrifice, his son Ishmael. Eid ul Adha occurs on the 10th day of Dhul Hijjah, the day on which most of the Hajj rites have been performed and the pilgrims slaughter an animal to honor Prophet Ibrahim’s obedience to God.


“Surely Ibrahim was an example, obedient to God, by nature upright, and he was not of the polytheists. He was grateful for Our bounties. We chose him and guided him onto the right path. We gave him good in this world, and in the next, he will most surely be among the righteous.” (Quran 16:120-121)

In a divinely inspired dream, Ibrahim saw himself sacrificing his son Ishmael. All members of Ibrahim’s family demonstrated complete trust in God, therefore Ibrahim revealed the dream to Ishmael. He readily agreed that his father must carry out the command of God. Together they went to the place of sacrifice and offered Ishmael’s life to God. Ibrahim prepared to sacrifice his beloved son. At this point, (Satan) tempted Ibrahim trying to make him disobey God, but Ibrahim resisted and drove Satan away. Ibrahim looked down at his son for what he believed was the last time but as the blade came close to Ishmael’s neck God stayed his hand and revealed that there was no need for Ibrahim to continue. His sacrifice had already been fulfilled.



Giving up something big for the sake of God, such as the life of your child, must seem like a huge and unimaginable sacrifice. Today even going without something small, such as a cup of coffee, to donate the money to charity seems like a large sacrifice. Try to imagine how Ibrahim must have felt as he held the blade above his child’s neck. In the last moment, he was relieved of his duty to follow God’s commands. Having complete trust in God, knowing with certainty that God knows and wants what is best for us is often difficult, but it should not be.

“…And whosoever fears God and keeps his duty to Him, He will make a way for him to get out (from every difficulty). And He will provide him from (sources) he never could imagine….” (Quran 65:2-3)

God replaced Ishmael with a sheep and it is for this reason that Muslims sacrifice an animal on the celebration of Eid ul Adha; however it is more than a celebration, it is a reminder. We are reminded of our own submission to the will of God. Those Muslims who are not making the pilgrimage and who can afford it sacrifice an animal in remembrance of Prophet Ibrahim’s test.

“Their meat will not reach Allah, nor will their blood, but what reaches Him is piety from you….” (Quran 22:37)


The act of animal sacrifice is often misunderstood. God has no need for the blood or the meat; in fact, God has no need for any of our acts of worship. However, for our own benefit, God commands us to turn to Him and obey Him. God looks for our piety, our goodness, and our charity. The animal sacrificed is usually a sheep, a goat, or a cow. 

Distributing the meat from the sacrifice of Eid al-Adha strengthens many of our efforts to please God with our piety. Usually, a portion is eaten by the immediate family and relatives, a portion is given away to friends and neighbors and a portion is donated to the poor. The act symbolizes our willingness to give up our bounties to strengthen ties of kinship and friendship and our enthusiasm to give up things that are of benefit to us in order to help those who are in need. In the sacrifice, we recognize that all blessings come from God.


Eid ul Adha commences on the 10th day of Dhul Hijjah. For those who are not at the pilgrimage, it begins with an extra early morning prayer performed in the congregation, called the Eid prayer. It is a time of celebration, a time to visit family and friends and thank God for all the blessings He has bestowed upon us. It demands contact with relatives, kindness to family and neighbors, and empathy and compassion for the poor. Above all Eid ul Adha reminds us that God is great and that He is the source of all bounties. Through the good times and the trying times, God is the source of all comfort and all peace, and submission to Him brings the greatest benefits of all.


Islamic feasts ( both Eid-ul-Adha and Eid-ul-Fitr) have now been transformed into a cerebral doomsday of wrong-doing and arrogance by so-called Muslims around the world. 


Nowadays, people even compete in buying sacrifices to be slaughtered on Tobaski day -- than buying them in the right way, and for the right purposes. Even dresses people wear on this special day, some people go to the masjid to show off than having the intention of going to pray as commanded by ALLAH. 


They are those who will even be amongst the first throng of mobs to leave the masjid immediately the Imam terminates the prayer. People nowadays have no atom of belief in them other than pretenses and hypocrisy. In Islam, it's even forbidden to leave the masjid or praying ground, immediately a specific prayer is terminated without having to wait for a while, at least. But many people are doing this intentionally because their intention is not only going to pray. I want to make something very clear that it's not a force to buy sacrifices during Tobaski.


The sacrifice of Eid al-Adha is a Sunna (an option) and not an obligation. Thanking God and prayers are even more significant because neither the flesh nor the blood of the sacrifices reaches ALLAH. He doesn't need them at all. It doesn't matter what type of dress you wear; old or new, ALLAH is not looking at your clothes, and He knows very well that most of us even go to the masjid to show off. He pays by intention and pays a deed for a deed, good or bad. 


Apart from the sacrifices of animals, we observe and remember Abraham and his son ( Ismaeil), as vital as forgiving each other and returning greetings and blessings. As Muslims, we go to the masjid on this day to respect the religion of Islam and all its prophets because it's in this day that Mankind remembers, and thank ALLAH for replacing Ismael with a sheep to be slaughtered by Prophet Ibrahim or Abraham. This is a form of worship to our Creator, the Benevolent, Most Merciful. 



This day should therefore be celebrated with great prospect of worship, and I urge true Muslims who are capable of sacrificing two or more rams, precisely, one for their own family, and one for those who cannot afford it. But one will be disgracefully ashamed to see how people nowadays offer the second sacrifice they say is meant for those who cannot afford it. Some will even go about announcing that they buy it for so and so. Some do it publicly in order to show off, and others, Maa Shaa Allah, do it in the right way. 


You'll be so surprised to acknowledge that 99.9 % of Muslims do not correctly pray the Five Daily Prayers on this day. Especially the women, who will even go the extra mile to fix their nails, eyebrows, etc. They become so beautiful and satanic so much so that the dresses they wear make them not pray at all. Men too do the same -- and it's a day that is meant for sinners to meet and sin publicly. 


Some families have made it a duty to even go about creating and innovating things outside Islam, which, of course, is not meant for it. It will be so unworthy and unbelievable to see how people called Muslims celebrate these two days. 


Surah Al-Kawthar tells us to sacrifice: 


''Surely, We have given thee Abundance; (1) so pray unto thy Lord and sacrifice. (2) Surely he that hates thee, he is the one cut off.''


In Tafsir Jalalayn, regarding the second verse, it says,


''So pray to your Lord, the prayer of the Festival of Immolation (‘īd al-nahr), and sacrifice, your offering.''

“Eid al-Nahr” is the same as “Eid al-Adha”.

The sacrifice of Abraham is in the Qur’an as well.


''Then We gave him the good tidings of a prudent boy; (101) and when he had reached the age of running with him, he said, 'My son, I see in a dream that I shall sacrifice thee; consider, what thinkest thou?' He said, 'My father, do as thou art bidden; thou shalt find me, God willing, one of the steadfast.' (102) When they had surrendered, and he flung him upon his brow, (103) We called unto him, 'Abraham, (104) thou hast confirmed the vision; even so We recompense the good-doers. (105) This is indeed the manifest trial.' (106) And We ransomed him with a mighty sacrifice, (107) and left for him among the later folk (108) 'Peace be upon Abraham!''




Man is nothing other than a forgotten history that must be read and reminded-- darkness is overcoming light in order to darken the world into precepts of chaos and great deception, intercepted with fake believers who are Muslims in the morning and become disbelievers at night. And some, who are neither with God nor with Satan.  


SURAH AL-KAHF (18) (The Cave) 57;


 "And who doth more wrong than one who is reminded of the Signs of his Lord, but turns away from them, forgetting the (deeds) which his hands have sent forth? Verily, We have set veils over their hearts lest they should understand this, and over their ears, deafness, if thou callest them to guidance, even then will they never accept guidance."


In this regard, such people are those who even fast and pray, but actually for zero (in vain). But as for those who know, truly knew that the Munafiquns ( meaning the hypocrites ) had even prayed behind the Prophet (S.A.W) -- and most of them fasted and gave Zakat. But that will not prevent some of them from going to hell. People have lost sight and hearing so much so that they've taken forever to finagle a set of practices in Islam, in order to hypocritically fused tradition and religion together. People nowadays mix religion and science - and what is Sunnah (optional) from what's compulsory ( Fadr) altogether. 


Happy Tobaski to you all my dear readers. God always says 'Yaa-Ayyuhallazina-Aamannu' (meaning: O you who truly believe). He knows not all of us are true believers and will always see things differently. 



References:


1. Qurán,

2. Hadiths, and:

3. What is Eid-ul-Adha by Aisha Stacey

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