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MuslimFest 2008 Canada (Aug. 9-10)
ISNA 2008 columbus, OH (August 29-Sept.1)
Monday, July 28, 2008
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Work and thoughts of Mona Abdala
threads of gold
do I love you
because I see the threads of gold
woven in your words
or do I love you
because you fill the air about me,
my eternity.
do I love you
because never have I heard you speak
but my ears for your clearness
do forever seek
my sight for your face searches
to replace my dreams with the worthy
if the gold in his words you just can't see,
if the heart falls on the message and still can't breathe,
as we sit here, contemplating, as I know,
our life seems impossible to me.
because I see the threads of gold
woven in your words
or do I love you
because you fill the air about me,
my eternity.
do I love you
because never have I heard you speak
but my ears for your clearness
do forever seek
my sight for your face searches
to replace my dreams with the worthy
if the gold in his words you just can't see,
if the heart falls on the message and still can't breathe,
as we sit here, contemplating, as I know,
our life seems impossible to me.
reaped
Some will reap flowers on graves
Some will reap blood
We will wonder if the years of guilt we felt will be enough
Some will reap blood
We will wonder if the years of guilt we felt will be enough
World Mothers
Mothers in the world
Your tears fill our streams
Our paradise is your hell- I know
This way it seems.
We sing for you and paint for you in hopes that someone hears.
My daughters are no more precious than those lost throughout the years.
They are your reflections
in their eyes I see
Your pain, your strength, your patience
Your beautiful dignity.
My sister-mother-martyr,
We will one day be free.
Your tears fill our streams
Our paradise is your hell- I know
This way it seems.
We sing for you and paint for you in hopes that someone hears.
My daughters are no more precious than those lost throughout the years.
They are your reflections
in their eyes I see
Your pain, your strength, your patience
Your beautiful dignity.
My sister-mother-martyr,
We will one day be free.
the text from: 'my message of hope' (side bar):
all of us in the world
in a hundred years won't be
even if we grow very old
in a way it doesn't matter
the oppression we go through
whether in our homes or grieving country
our hopelessness ensues
I wish I could write about the silver lining ahead
I wish that my words could deny
the images that explode in my head
but I've seen the world
the reality is near
I've seen the lives
of the people sleeping here.
we may as well become the earth
if we're complacent with her.
tell me why we're stuck
in our problems of the heart
explain please why fight among each other in the dark?
why is the book of hope on our shelves in our homes
as we ask for answers to our greatest concerns?
why do we think that the pages tell us to fast and pray
but don't tell us of the struggle we're in
as a sign of the Day.
so near as we're lost somewhere in our minds.
impossible that the life we seek is that hard to find.
we may as well become the earth
if we're complacent with her.
our numbers defy the certainty
of the message clear to see
why must we die perpetuating prophecy.
when did we become like the foam of the sea?
why is it surprising to learn that without water we choke?
I guess this is the closest I can come to a message about hope.
in a hundred years won't be
even if we grow very old
in a way it doesn't matter
the oppression we go through
whether in our homes or grieving country
our hopelessness ensues
I wish I could write about the silver lining ahead
I wish that my words could deny
the images that explode in my head
but I've seen the world
the reality is near
I've seen the lives
of the people sleeping here.
we may as well become the earth
if we're complacent with her.
tell me why we're stuck
in our problems of the heart
explain please why fight among each other in the dark?
why is the book of hope on our shelves in our homes
as we ask for answers to our greatest concerns?
why do we think that the pages tell us to fast and pray
but don't tell us of the struggle we're in
as a sign of the Day.
so near as we're lost somewhere in our minds.
impossible that the life we seek is that hard to find.
we may as well become the earth
if we're complacent with her.
our numbers defy the certainty
of the message clear to see
why must we die perpetuating prophecy.
when did we become like the foam of the sea?
why is it surprising to learn that without water we choke?
I guess this is the closest I can come to a message about hope.
impossible.
I wish I could do justice to the voice that isn't mine
I wish I could convince myself of the reasons this time.
but I can't I can't
my soul is transparant
I wish I could heal the wounds of the people that I've hurt
I wish I could pick up the flowers that are lying in the dirt
but I can't
I wish I could forget the sound of the voices in my head
I wish I could lay to rest the things already dead.
but I can't I can't
my soul is transparent
no child's voice no future
no eternity of time
bad choices or good intentions
can't change my course of life
all I know I know
that what's meant will unfold
and I know I know
and I'll reap what I sow
Text for 'humanly flawed' (sidebar)
I know my struggles aren't common I know the tricks of my mind
I should forgive what's long been faded
it's ok that I can't find
the answers to the questions
because I really shouldn't care
as long as I wait while You are waiting there.
then I know
that You know
the creator of my heart
Everything from the start
you have in your knowledge.
I don't mean to resist
all You give in your gifts.
I just am so humanly flawed
I should forgive what's long been faded
it's ok that I can't find
the answers to the questions
because I really shouldn't care
as long as I wait while You are waiting there.
then I know
that You know
the creator of my heart
Everything from the start
you have in your knowledge.
I don't mean to resist
all You give in your gifts.
I just am so humanly flawed
words from 'false face hide'
It was no tragedy,
no twist of fate,
Unforgiving and it came too late.
It was your doing and all our loss,
Now we give you back your albatross.
Same story I hear, nothing new,
Same glitter in falseness of you.
no twist of fate,
Unforgiving and it came too late.
It was your doing and all our loss,
Now we give you back your albatross.
Same story I hear, nothing new,
Same glitter in falseness of you.