Mr President

I never fret, and will always say
A word, for which, I am responsible
That the president is a compassionate man
Constantly, busy working for his people
Busy, gathering their money
Outside, in Switzerland, saving it for us
In secret bank accounts
Poor guy, looking out for our future
Can’t you see his kindly heart?
In faith and good conscience
He only starves you; so you’d lose the weight
O what a people! In need of a diet
O the ignorance! You talk of “unemployment”
And how condition have become dysfunctional
The man just wants to see you rested
Since when was rest such a burden???
And this talk of the resorts
Why do they call them political prisons??
Why do you have to be so suspicious?
He just wants you to have some fun
With regards to “The Chair[1]”
It is without a doubt
All our fault!!
Couldn’t we buy him a Taflon Chair?
I swear, you mistreated the poor man
He wasted his life away, and for what?
Even your food, he eats it for you!
Devouring all that’s in his way
After all this, what’s wrong with our president?

Ahmed Matar 

My beloved people

My beloved people, my soul, my babies
Like a ring around my finger, you are
My good people, you who give me fulfillment
Living in the graveyards[1] patiently and content
You, who eat poison and sell your clothes just to get by

You, who bear burdens and carry mountains,
My people, doomed and asleep
Swimming in poverty, and your situation is quite a situation

I like you to be stoned, strung-out and careless 
Dizzy, and high as hell
I like you to be empty headed, and doped up
Not handling the matters of your own life at all

I like those that plunder, I like those that lie
I like those that pillage and rob heaps
I like those that see, know, and fear
And swallow their tongues and never say a word
I like the imbeciles that keep their eyes shut
I like the animals and the mules
I like those that are satisfied, I like those that are idle
I like those that just want to raise the kids
I like the desperate; I like the depressed
I like the frustrated that see the impossible
I like you to travel, to emigrate far
And send back money in dollars and Riyals
I like you to clap, party and cheer
For a football match, a movie, or a tabloid
I like you to support, revere, idolize
To accept, to be hypocritical, and to lick my shoes clean
To prepare the smelling salts, and to assemble the cadres
To wash, to scrub, and to assemble meetings

But, if you want to think, plan, or decide
If you start using your mind and to open up debates
If you start to create problems
And to search for things and to ask questions
And you want to enlighten and you want to improve
As though you were the man of the hour

In that case, I will find you, never let you go
And I will make you an example for all to see
And your torment will be beyond belief
I will shame and name you
And destroy your dignity
You will get framed for crimes
And live for the rest of your life in exile

If you agree, I’ll like
If you don’t I’ll lash you

Bow Your Head

Bow your head, bow 
You are in a democratic country 
We bless you with freedom 
Under the condition that you bow 

If you work with integrity
Fearful for the fate of society
Your work will be riddled with futility
Because only the lowly can rise
Bow your head, bow 
You are in a democratic country

When its defenders are its thieves
And they throw the country behind their backs
Devouring all that’s in their way
Protected by an officer’s uniform
Bow your head, bow 
You are in a democratic country

When you’re hard earned is not yours
Poverty blocking all your paths
You turn to look around
Only to find thieves and crooks
Bow your head, bow 
You are in a democratic country

When you find in other lands
That a human being is something else
You are in an underclass 
Like a chained monkey or a bat
Bow your head, bow 
You are in a democratic country

When the ignorant are ahead of you
Or above you, holding you by a leash
And drive you to your ruin 
And you drink from the Socratic poison 
Bow your head, bow 
You are in a democratic country

When only a word convicts you
When you hide within your heart your faith
When I see the humiliation in your eyes
Add your frustrations to my frustrations
Bow your head, bow 
You are in a democratic country

Ahmed Najm

Maintain your Independence ..

"The Borrower is a Slave to the Lender, and the Debtor to the Creditor...

Preserve your freedom, and maintain your independence.

 Be industrious and free; be frugal and free."

Bankers who loan to governments all over the world are called "international bankers." And like all bankers, their success in business depends on their ability to have their loans repaid by the borrower.

A local bank loans money on a house by having the debtor pledge the home as collateral. The banker can "foreclose" on the mortgage and become the sole owner should the payments not be made as promised.

The international banker faced a more complex problem than the local banker, though. What could he secure his loan with when he loaned money to the leader of a government? The head of the government had one power not shared by the homeowner: the right to "repudiate" the loan.

Repudiation is defined as: "The refusal of a national or state government to pay real or alleged pecuniary obligations."

The bankers had to develop a strategy by which they could make certain that the government they loaned to did not repudiate the loan that the bankers made to the governments.

The most successful tool of insuring compliance with the terms of payment was the threat of war: the banker could always threaten the defaulting government with a war as a means of forcing it to make their payments. This act of repossessing the nation would almost always work as the head of government, anxious to keep his seat of power, would agree to the terms of the original loan, and continue making his payments.

The Unseen Hand 

Allah is a Master-Artist in his Creation

" وَمِنْ آيَاتِهِ خَلْقُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ وَاخْتِلَافُ أَلْسِنَتِكُمْ وَأَلْوَانِكُمْ ۚ إِنَّ فِي ذَٰلِكَ لَآيَاتٍ لِّلْعَالِمِينَ "
"And of His Signs is the creation of the heavens and the earth and the diversity of your tongues and colours. Indeed there are Signs in this for the wise."

Although your vocal chords are similar, and there is no difference in the structure of the mouth, the tongue and the brains, yet people speak different languages in different regions of the world. Even in the regions where the same language is spoken different dialects are spoken from city to city and from town to town. Moreover, the accent and pronunciation and the style of speech of every person is different from the other. Similarly, although the semen and the formula of your physical structure is the same, yet your colours are so different , even the colour of the two sons of the same parents is not exactly the same. In this verse, attention has been drawn only to two aspects, but if one looks around they will notice an unite variety everywhere in the world. One will find countless differences in the species of man, animals, plants and other things in spite of the basic uniformity in their different members; so much so that no member of the species is exactly identical with the other.

Anyone who sees this wonderful phenomenon with open eyes, can never be involved in the foolish misconception that the Maker of the universe has gone to sleep after having made it go.

Abbas Mahmoud Al-Aqqad

[Nature] does not combine both illness and genius to no effect. Had the great of the world been free from maladies and defects, the whole human race would never have stepped outside the confines of jungles and caves.

— 

 Abbas Mahmoud Al-Aqqad

No sadness lasts forever, nor any felicity

No sadness lasts forever, nor any felicity 

Nor any state of poverty or one of luxury. 

If you are the owner of a heart that is content 

Then you and the owner of the world are equivalent. 

— Imam Al-Shafi‘ee