Why Can’t We Be Friends?

 

Humanity appeals to its people but they listen not. Were one to listen, and console a mother by wiping her tears, other would say He is weak, affected by sentiment.

Thou art my brother because you are human, and we both are sons of one Holy Spirit; we are equal and made of the same earth.

You are here as my companion along the path of life, and my aid in understanding the meaning of hidden Truth. You are a human, and, that fact sufficing, I love you as a brother. You may choose, for Tomorrow shall take you away and will use your talk as evidence for his judgment, and shall receive justice.

 

Beautiful words of Peace and understanding. If only more Humans would listen.

In other words….

Why can’t we be friends, Why can’t we be friends… 🙂

Your Mother

Daisies And Drops (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I’m sorry I havent been on in a while been kinda sick but I am almost better. I missed the Mothers Day Post but I have only a few word that are their weight in gold ……….

 

 

 

One day a man came to the Prophet  Mohammed  (pbuh) and asked for guidance….

 

Guide me O’ Prophet of God!

 

Your mother, the Prophet answered..

 

The man asked again

 

Guide me O Prophet….

 

Your Mother  the Prophet answered again

 

The man again asked

 

Guide me O prophet!

 

Your Mother replied the Prophet again

 

The man asked again

 

Guide me O Prophet!

 

Your Father the Prophet answered.

 

The meaning of this narrative is Think of your mother three times before your father. In Islam the mothers place is sacred. There is also another narrative from the Holy Family (a.s) that goes like this

 

” Heaven is under the feet of mothers”

 

It is not a disrespect to heaven but it is there to show how much a mother is worth in Islam. We are very protective of our mothers to a point that it is unhealthy in some cultures but still they are our past, present, and future.

 

So in closing I want to wish my Mom a Happy Mother’s Day!

 

and I’m going to bake her a cake!

 

And to all Mother’s out there Thank you for being Mothers! If it weren’t for you we would not exist!

 

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Incomplete

This poem is about suicide. It is fiction and does not reflect my views on suicide. I hope I do not  offend anyone with this poem, and if I do I let me know and I’ll take it down. 🙂

 

With a bullet to the head

Shadow Wreath (Photo credit: jeff_golden)

I end what is now

To begin what

Is unknown.

The fog of naïvety

Cloud over judgment

Only to clear away

When all is done and gone

Leaving only guilt

Regret

Hate

                    Loneliness

Fear

Sadness

All that is sought

Is not found

Shadows surround the vessel

That carried a withered soul

That was me

I cannot shout

Help

Don’t go

Don’t leave me

I changed my mind

Come back

They leave

me.

Alone with only my thoughts

Waiting

Pondering on old regrets

Broken hearts

Hurtful words

How useless now

What a waste

Why?

What was the use?

What did I achieve?

Questions old and new

Never to be answered

Soon I join the mute

Who voices and screams

Are never heard

Truly gone and forgotten

Overwhelmed

Thrust into new cages

I spend eternity living

What should have been

What could have been

I ended Incomplete.