America..

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من الممكن انّ بعضكم لا يعلم ذلك لكنني لم اولد هنا.مع انني-تقنيا”-لست من المهاجرين لأنني مواطنة اميركية لكن ولدتُ في الخارج..و قدمت من هذا البلد الآخر و واجهت نفس المشاكل التي واجهها المهاجرون..و فعلتُ نفس الاشياء التي يقومون بها عند قدومهم.
ولدت في فرنسا.و قدمتُ الى هنا عندما كان عمري خمس سنوات.كنت اتكلم الفرنسية بطلاقة لكنني لم اتكلم الانكليزية ابدا”..تطلّب مني اللمر 7 سنوات و علاجا” للنطق كي اتمكن من لفظ الكلمات بشكل صحيح لأنّ بعض المقاطع لم تكن موجودة في اللغة الفرنسية بل فقط في اللغة الانكليزية.
المهم..تعرضت لبعض التعليقات الجارحة في المدرسة لأنني كنت مختلفة و تكلمتُ بشكل مختلف.و تعذبت بسبب إثنيّتي و ديانتي.
عندما جئتُ الى هنا اتذكر انني ذهبت لزيارة تمثال الحرية.اظن ان معظم “المهاجرين” يفعلون هذا.كان والدي انسانا” وطنيا” للغاية و احبَّ بلده و زرع فيَّ حبه ايضا”.
لم أرد الرجوع لفرنسا و خصوصا” بعد ان اهتديتُ للإسلام..لأنني ادركت ان الحرية التي نتمتع بها هنا في اميركا غير موجودة في كل الدول الغربية.ففي فرنسا لم يكن بإمكاني ارتداء النقاب كما كنت افعل منذ سنة..و انا متأكدة انني كنت سأواجه التمييز العنصري لكوني مسلمة.
انا احبّ بلدي هذا..لأنه حتى لو واجهت التنمّر في المدرسة من قبل البعض او ان البعض وجّه لي عبارات مسيئة في الشارع فإن القانون سيحميني.
في هذا البلد الفكرة او المبدأ اننا احرار في اختيار ديانتنا،اقوالنا،كتاباتنا و تصرفاتنا..و هذا جميل جدا”…في بعض الاماكن هذا يعتبر ميزة..اما هنا فهو حقّ…بارك الله اميركا

Some of you don’t know this but I wasn’t born here. Even though technically I am not considered an immigrant because I was an American citizen born aboard I came from another country and faced many of the issues immigrants faced. And did many of the things they do when they come.
I was born in France. I came here when I was almost 5.I was fluent in French and knew no English. I had to learn English and it took me 7 years of speech therapy to pronunciate English words correctly because certain syllables aren’t in the French language that are in the English language. Anyways I went through teasing in school because I was different. I talked different. I was tormented over my ethnicity and my religion.
When I came here I remember going to the Statue of Liberty. I guess most “immigrants” do that. My father was very patriotic and loved this country and instilled in me a love for my country.
I never wanted to go back to France especially after I converted to Islam. Because I realized the freedoms that we have in America aren’t in all other countries – even Western countries. In French I wouldn’t be able to wear niqab like I did a year ago. And I am sure I would face lots of discrimination as a Muslim.
I love this country because even though the kids in school might tease you and even someone might say something nasty to you on the street the laws protect you. The idea of this country is that we are free to choose our religion, what we say, what we write and what we do. That is a beautiful thing. In some places that is considered a privilege. Here it is a right. God bless America.

#America #USA #July4 #IndependenceDay #Arabic

All-Provider

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If I were to thank You #Allah how could I find the words to say,
for the great things You do everyday,
I may say Ahamdulillah a thousand times a day,
But that still doesn’t praise you in a sufficient enough way,
A billion thank yous would not be enough to say,
Thanks for the blessings that I cannot repay,
Good deeds, charity and Salat I may offer to worship thee,
But still I am not worthy of your Majesty,
Allah you are the greatest, the All-Provider, you give me everything I need,
But I can never repay you with any deed,
So I ask that you accept my life as a servant to You,
Because this small sacrifice for Your greatness is all I can do.
#Islam #Muslim #Ramadan #poetry #poem

Dear aggressors have you forgotten me

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This poem is for anyone who has ever been in a #war who is a civilian who has nothing to do with the conflict but is being affected by it. May Allah protect those innocent victims and open the world to their suffering. #Yemen #Iraq #Syria #Afghanistan #Libya #Palestine #poem #poetry
Dear aggressor with your drums of war have you forgotten me that you have made desperate and poor,
An ordinary citizen who wants peace, to survive and not much more,
When you entered my land did you consider me?
In enslaving me in this crisis how are you setting me free?
You claim you are saving my country,
But destruction, starvation, disease and poverty is all I see,
When I see my neighbor die before me who do I go to when I cry so,
My sorrow is something the world does nothing about just chooses know,
Accoutable only to God it seems,
Because me I am nothing in your eyes for the time being,
One day maybe you will think of me,
And the misery you are putting me through in a war that has nothing to do with me,

عزيزي المعتدي..عندما قرعت طبولك للحرب هل
نسيتني عندما جعلتني يائسا” و معدما”؟
مواطن عادي يريد السلام و النجاة..ليس اكثر
عندما دخلت منطقتي هل وضعتني في اعتبارك؟
عندما استعبدتني في هذه الازمة كيف خطر لك انك تحررني؟؟
تدّعي انك تنقذ بلدي
لكن الدمار و الجوع و المرض و الفقر هو كلّ ما ارى
عندما ارى جاري يموت امام ناظريَ الى من أشكو و ابكي؟
حزني هو شيء لا يتفاعل العالم معه بل يعلم عنه
و هو مجدٍ امام الله فقط على ما يبدو
لأنني بالنسبة لك لا شيء في الوقت الحاضر
لربما ستفكر بي يوما” ما
و تفكر بالبؤس الذي تجعلني امرّ به في حرب لا ناقة لي بها و لا جمل.

Under the rubble there lays…

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تحت الانقاض هناك يرقدون . ذكريات منذو سنوات عديدة .
تاريخنا هو الان فقط ذكرى .
الآن ..
هذه الحضارة مجرد صور ة ذكريات وأماكن كنت قد زرتها سابقاً عندما كانت  موجودة .
كم من الدمار سةف نرى ؟
وكم سياخذ هذا الدمار  مني ومنك ؟

Under the rubble there lays,
Memories from many days,
Our history is now just a memory,
Now these places are just photographs, memories and places that you and I once used to be,
How much more destruction will we see?
And how much more will be taken from you and me?

My regular translator was busy when I needed the translation so I asked a #Yemeni friend of mine to translate the poem. He had to stop translating at one point because he said the poem was making him cry because he was so upset about what happened to Old City Sanaa. He said he remembered visiting there. He could not believe the destruction that happened.
May Allah save Yemen.
#Sanaa #Yemen #poetry #poem

My poem on #Sanaa #Yemen #صنعاء #اليمن

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كانت مدينتي جميلة في عينيّ مرة
لكن روعتها اليوم هي مجرد ذكرى
تاريخها اندفن تحت الحطام..تحت قدميّ
و الدمار هو كل ما نراه على بعد اميال
حيث كنا نلعب يوما و نستمتع بالايام المشمسة
لا نستطيع الذهاب الآن هناك بسبب الدمار الذي حصل
هل سنعيد يوما” بناء الذكريات التي تداعت تحت قدميّ؟
ربما لا..ليس قدرنا ان نلاقي تلك الاماكن
لذلك..في عقلي..سآتذكر دوما تلك المدينة الساطعة دوما” ببهاء
حتى لو كانت هذه الذكريات فقط معي و معك
سنعيد البناء..لربما سيكون هذا قدرنا
لكننا لن نستطيع ابدا اعادتها الى ما كانت عليه بالنسبة لي و لك

My city was once beautiful to me,
But now its magnificence is only a memory,
Its history now buried in rubble under me,
And destruction for miles is all we see,
Where we once played and enjoyed on sunny days,
We now can’t go to because of the damage that has been made,
Can we ever rebuild the memories lost underneath the ruddle at my feet?
Perhaps no it is not our destiny that these places once again we should meet,
So in my mind I will remember my city shining ever so brightly,
Even if these memories will only be with you and me,
Rebuild, perhaps that will be our destiny,
But we can never make our city what it once was to you and me.

Ahamdulillah

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#Ahamdulillah,we should say it all the time,
Ahamdulillah no matter what is going on on the outside,
Ahamdulillah, we should be happy no matter what because we have Allah by our side,
Ahamdulillah an expression that never wears out even when used time after time,
Ahamdulillah, thankful I am for there is always someone less fortunate than me,
Ahamdulillah, gratitude is what sets one’s soul free,
Ahamdulillah, say it after everything you recieve,
Ahamdulillah, thank God I have #Allah by my side and He will never leave.
#Muslim #Islam #poetry #poem

#الحمدلله،يجب ان نقولها دائما
الحمدلله مهما كان يحصل معنا في الخارج
الحمدلله،يجب ان نكون فرحين مهما حصل لأن الله بجانبنا دائما
الحمدلله عبارة لا تزول ابدا حتى عندما نستعملها مرة تلو المرة
الحمدلله انا دائما شاكرة لانه يوجد دائما من هو اقلّ حظا مني
الحمدلله..فالشكر هو ما يحرر ارواحنا
الحمدلله،قلها بعد كل شيء تُعطاه
الحمدلله،الشكر #لله ان الله بجانبي و لن يتركني ابدا

Give me your hand

Give me your hand,
I will open mine,
Give me a good cause,
I will give you my time,
My deeds I do not want you to repay,
God will give me my thank you one day,
Let me help when you fall,
Because we all once had to crawl.
Let me stand by your side when you feel alone,
Don’t feel that if you are not perfect that will set the tone,
For I see the beauties beyond your flaws,
And I will be your strength through it all,
#friendship #love #relationships #strength #standbyme