In the poem "Adam Means Earth" the poem is taking about the first men on earth and how most Muslims believe the life on earth was created. This poem contacts to me because the why I think about how the life on earth was created and started . If my parents family don't like the way I think about the way man was created they will disown me because if you don't believe in that you are not Muslim.
Adam is believed to have been the first human being and Nabi on Earth, in Islam. Adam's role as the father of the human race is looked upon by Muslims with reverence. Muslims also refer to his wife, Hawa as the "mother of mankind
Arabic Translations
Ādam~~~آدم
Hawa~~~حَـواء
Nadi~~~نَـبِي
Melody Cinema
BY:RAZA ALI HASAN
Humbling of Bhutto in Mecca, Bhutto kissing
Hajar-e-Aswad, half the Bhutto cabinet in Ihram,
kneeling. These were the first scenes, in the rolling
newsreel of half-closed doors, of the doorjamb
in the way of the twentieth century’s upstarts.
A nationalization, by Bhutto, of religious piety?
No, but a headlong scram into obeisance
of all and everybody and everything to the stately
rise of Islam in the neighboring, overbearing Arabia.
That year Bhutto had appointed my father
Hajj secretary, and we, the seven children and the ayah,
were present at Melody Cinema in full regalia
to see, to our amazement, on the screen,
our father in Ihram like Bhutto, and in a tent in Mina,
sitting on the ground in an ablution scene,
the humbling of our mysophobic mother,
who before her pilgrimage would have drunk water
only from a glass washed three times by a servant
and who wouldn't sit on the drawing-room sofa
unless it was draped by a freshly laundered sheet.
The poem "Melody Cinema" how a Muslim person in a different world change them. Like in the poem is talk about how college and life changed for that person because his religion. Some people can expect that someone else is a different religion but someone can't and they make fun of them for dressing and thinking a different why.
Speech
BY: KAZIM ALI
How struck I was by that face, years ago, in the church mural:
Eve, being led by Christ through the broken gates of Hell.
She’s been nominated for the position of Featured Saint
on the Icon of Belief, up against the dark horse candidate—
me: fever-ridden and delirious, a child in Vellore, unfolding
the packet around my neck that I was ordered not to open.
Inside, a folk cure, painted delicately in saffron.
Letters that I could not read.
Why I feel qualified for the position
based on letters I could not read amounts to this:
Neither you nor I can pronounce the difference
between the broken gates and the forbidden letters.
So what reason do we need to believe in icons or saints?
How might we otherwise remember—
without an image to fasten in that lonely place—
the rock on which a Prophet flung himself into fever?
Without an icon or church, spell “gates of Hell.”
Spell “those years ago unfolding.”
Recite to me please all the letters you are not able to read.
Spell “fling yourself skyward.”
Spell “fever.”
The poem " speech " talks about why and how people believe in religion because they where not their. A lot of people thing is fake but think using knowledge you can see what is real and fake.people that are Muslim think that we should just stay put and not change just live in the olden day and Muslim people also believe in heaven and hell.
Ramadan
BY:KAZIM ALI
You wanted to be so hungry, you would break into branches,
and have to choose between the starving month’s
nineteenth, twenty-first, and twenty-third evenings.
The liturgy begins to echo itself and why does it matter?
If the ground-water is too scarce one can stretch nets
into the air and harvest the fog.
Hunger opens you to illiteracy,
thirst makes clear the starving pattern,
the thick night is so quiet, the spinning spider pauses,
the angel stops whispering for a moment—
The secret night could already be over,
you will have to listen very carefully—
You are never going to know which night’s mouth is sacredly reciting
and which night’s recitation is secretly mere wind—
The poem " Ramadan " is telling people and teaching them why people no it is not to stuffer and because they did some thing wrong. People do it because they want to do something good to all their wrong. A month of fasting to commemorate the first revelation of the Quran to Muhammad according to Islamic belief. This annual observance is regarded as one of the Five Pillars of Islam.The month lasts 29–30 days based on the visual sightings of the crescent moon.
Can't do's during fasting in Ramadan
Eating
Drinking
Dancing
Listening to music
Faking fasting
I never seen such days as this
BY: SHOLEH WOLPÉ
Like the pied piper
the mullah drives his battered truck
through dusty villages, his loudspeaker
singing: Join the battle against the infidels.
Fight for Jihad and live eternally with Allah.
Lift up your guns for Him and you shall never die.
Barefoot boys ragged, hungry
from years of hard soil, follow him
dancing into the straps of loaded guns,
pirouetting into caves and broken buildings
And the boys end up in a land not their own
but are told God is everywhere.
Many die. Others disappear
into dark prison bowels
where each day if you are 12, twelve filthy men
one after another . . .
if you are 14, then fourteen is your lot.
A father sells tea from a cart,
one cup at a time, washes the tiles
of a mosque with a yellow bar of soap
to earn the ransom the soldiers exact.
Every night in his dreams his son stands, calling:
Father, I never seen such days as this.
The poem " I never seen suck days as this " is about the country with war and how religions change how each suffers. The country with war and are Muslim people tamt to hate after because they feel they are more dangerous. A lot of people go to other country that is saver as refugees. Like my family we came to America as refugees because of war to be more save we had to leave our family,friends,homes,schools and some Businesses. We had to say in America and not seeing any one our family's for years for them to leave us and if we want to visit no one can know only our family's just to be save.
Arabic translation
Jihad~~جيهاد
Allah~~الله
Prayer Rug
BY: AGHA SHAHID ALI
Those intervals
between the day’s
five calls to prayer
the women of the house
pulling thick threads
through vegetables
rosaries of ginger
of rustling peppers
in autumn drying for winter
in those intervals this rug
part of Grandma’s dowry
folded
so the Devil’s shadow
would not desecrate
Mecca scarlet-woven
with minarets of gold
but then the sunset
call to prayer
the servants
their straw mats unrolled
praying or in the garden
in summer on grass
the children wanting
the prayers to end
the women’s foreheads
touching Abraham’s
silk stone of sacrifice
black stone descended
from Heaven
the pilgrims in white circling it
this year my grandmother
also a pilgrim
in Mecca she weeps
as the stone is unveiled
she weeps holding on
to the pillar
The poem " prayer rug " is about what praying means to people that like to pray and what it means to people who are forced to pray. Some poeple do it because they feel relief and comfort and more com. Sometime when you pray you lat stress out and if you feel like you are alone. But others are forced to pray because their family is strict and they have no choice. Other do it because they want to fit in mosque.
The Beginning of Speech
BY: ADONIS
The child I was came to me
once,
a strange face
He said nothing We walked
each of us glancing at the other in silence, our steps
a strange river running in between
We were brought together by good manners
and these sheets now flying in the wind
then we split,
a forest written by earth
watered by the seasons’ change.
Child who once was, come forth—
What brings us together now,
and what do we have to say?
In the poem "The beginning of Speech " talk about how the kids of Muslim family and the struggle of their family life. The family that are out of their country are more in a struggle is more badly. For the country with war is even more hard and because now a days the people are more hardly and they don't like the Muslim community because of many different reasons and some think they are dangerous just because what they believe in.
My God
BY:SUSAN ROLSTON
Protestants pray for grace,
Scientists look to space.
Jews find truth in the Torah,
New Agers, in each other's aura.
Catholics are blessed by a Pope,
Yaquis enlightened by dope.
Maoris use ritual chants,
Navahos get up and dance.
Muslims bow daily to Allah,
Norsemen aspire to Valhalla.
Feminists swear by a She,
Quakers swear not, silently.
Confucians kowtow to ancestors,
Hare Krishnas, to airport investors.
Hindus revere Lord Brahma,
Richard Gere, the Dalai Lama.
Baptists believe in the Ark,
Physicists, in the quark.
Moonies obey Reverend Sun,
Mormons say Brigham's the one.
Daoists extol yang and yin,
Sufis transcend in a spin.
Shintos seek peace where it's grassy,
Rastas, in Haile Selassie.
When we meet in the Afterlife,
We can laugh at sectarian strife.
But meanwhile back to the wars,
'Cause my God's better than yours.
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