Poetry: Melody of Being Animate (MBA)

Melody of Being Animate (MBA)
01/10/2014: In regards to a status made by an acquaintance & more

It’s almost funny, the way you chose to form what you call opinion without taking under considering of what we all call ethical morality, how you can bluntly narrate what you have no capacity to comprehend, the audacity to take a religion of peace and generalize its beliefs as simple as an opinion so you say, we, all gods creations, it cut deep like a blunt dagger of injustice when statements on baseless facts, based on what the media advocates for you to coward to understand the truth, you, will never understand the marvel of hijab frame our face, the way the burqa represents modesty for herself and not for another, the way Islam preaches what is beautifully subscribed in the Quran, you don’t want to understand, instead you take us like we are dehumanized, group minority and point fingers to justify, this is what it has become, this is what it has resorted to, having to always stand on our two feet to elaborate for the too ignorant, like being pushed down the cliff without any warning, I don’t remember the last time a person not of colour had to exclaim why the colour of their skin is committing sin, why do we have to justify for the minority, we don’t represent what you have conjured up on your own, we represent with the DNA that flows through our bodies, band aid with band-aids to temerity heal the hurt and anger, we, are the canal of ancestry and mother tongues, so the next time you post a status acquaintance, of such caliber, DON’T

FH – Fatma Hussein

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Poetry: Melody of Being Animate (MBA)

Melody of Being Animate (MBA)
13/1/15 – Rita You Stupid

To Rita Panahi, this is my unapologetic catharsis, for every graphic marginalization written, for each column, each publication for you to keep your day job, speeching this oppression that my religion keeps me hostage, show me, where is this oppressed Muslim you scribble that doesn’t live in a third world country, not saying its plausible, but it sure as hell isn’t justified for every Muslim in your horizons, we’re not every Muslim girl you write about, we dare to be called human, emotions, boiling towards your unintelligent reasoning of all the crap you thought sounded informative on Sunrise, your exactly the kind of people that us Muslims pray for, our religion is not something for you to critic, it isn’t something for you to knit pick and twist, our religion is faith binding, its connecting with god to guide us so we don’t end up as ignorant as you, you, who thinks narrow minded, marginalizing the minority because of a majority, you, who believes, that comparing happens in Syria is relevant or equivalent to happenings in our backyards, I’ve heard Islam recycled with the word terrorist too many times, these words used for beasts, inhuman, dehumanized, I will not apologize for the way I feel, they need to know that not all Muslims are capable of beastly attacks of the innocent, they need to understand we are the innocent, we survive all that the media shackles on our chains, life chambers only they have the power to destroy, staining our daily lives effortlessly, the media is the reason I don’t feel safe riding the train, the reason walking out my door feels like hunting season, its numbing to know our world is slowly crumbling with injustice so strong, for awhile now I’ve felt just about done as Lupe, feels like unsolicited, existing, in this, tormenting democracy of the apartheid, when will injustice stop having a colour, a religion to hide behind.

FH – Fatma Hussein.