Over a lake, on a cloudy, drizzling morning. As the birds chirped. Movement began, yet another day is here. Another opportunity to do things differently. Better this time. The old wood stair case that led to the lake, spoke to me. In a language I didn’t understand. In a language that I didn’t need to understand. Just feel. Trees rising so tall, they hover over the edge of the lake. Home for the birds, and the squirrels, and the insects. They’re sheltered by the leaves for a while. Whichever direction you look in, you will see trees surrounding a lake. A tree that is bent. A tree standing tall. A tree greener than another. Another day just began. Heart shaped leaves. Heart shaped seats. Everything is heart shaped in the land of love. Hasidic Jewish, Christian priests, Muslims with long beards have this thing in common, they’re in love with their loved ones, and they are in the land of love. In the land of love, we all live with each other in harmony. First you’re afraid of any strange sound. In minutes you are anxiously anticipating new sounds of ducks, and birds, or even seeing a deer. All on top of a mountain, in the land of love.
Month: October 2021
Communicate and Unite for the sake of Abraham
Abraham, Moses, Jesus and Mohammed are brothers in faith and all of the prophets and messengers are our saviors. They have all contributed equally in trying to bring the message of God to us. Using the simplest form of human knowledge that a child can understand and a scholar can appreciate.
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My Conversation with God
I said why me?
He said: My Mercy is special.
I said: The weight is always heavy.
He said: When weight is light on you, you don’t feel that you need me, so you call on everyone but Me.
You depend on your knowledge.
On your strength.
On your friends, and family.
Although that too, I gave you.
I increased the weight to make you stronger.
To increase your capacity.
To increase your ability.
To make you able to help your self.
And help others.
I am proud of you in front of my angels.
I say to them: Look. Look at my Servant
Crying to me.
Broken before me.
Worshipping me.
My servant never saw me, but He believes in Me.
I gave him free will, and he chose to worship Me.
He fought with himself, and his desires for Me.
He believes that He has a Merciful Lord he can cry to.
Be broken to.
Listen to His tears.
See Him on dark nights.
That’s My Servant, and He believes in Me.”
I said: oh God, give me more tears. Break me.
Humiliate me. Humble me. Rip me into pieces. Do as you please with me.
Make me a good servant in my worship to You.
Help me remember Your name.
Help me mention You. Help me thank You, and think of You.
Help me say the truth. Help me be patient.
As long as You are not angry with me, I will never complain.
I will bear. I will endure.
He said what ever you want to say, I already know.
I know you will endure.
I made you. And I will not put weight on you that you can’t handle.
Remember, I made weight too.
When you called upon me, it was Me calling you.
When you thought of me, I was thinking of you.
When you walked to me, I ran to you.
When you were lost, I guided you.
When you were an orphan, I sheltered you.
When you felt strong, I showed you My Greatness.
When you felt weak, I showed you my Mercy.
You think I am far in the sky, but I Am nearer to you, than you to yourself.
Call upon me, I will respond. I will respond. I will respond.
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My words about my understanding of God
What a fool I am. I had been searching for God, while He is everywhere. In my every thought. In every vision. In my every secret. In every declaration. In the air I breathe. In my every heart beat. His knowledge is in my tears. In every smile. In my every cry. In all happiness. In the light of the sun. In the reflection of the moon. In every technological achievement humanity has reached. Every bird chirping. In the very motion of waves in the ocean. In every microscopic particle. In the largest star, planet, and galaxy. In the gratitude of the homeless, and the emptiness of the rich. In the silence of a dark night. In the noise of a loud city. In a blink of an eye, in the views my eye hides. Anywhere I can imagine. And in places I never thought of.
He is there. He is there. No doubt that He is there.
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Let’s come together
How can I know what your heart feels~ Communication is knowledge, and heals the real treasure~ So many innocent from all sides have went~ Now, we need to talk to speak under one tent~ The tent of one LORD, who does not accept You or me to use His name in vein~ What is right is right for all, and the wrong is clear and so dark. Even if we do not agree, it will still leave a mark. How can I know what your heart feels, until you communicate with me?!
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Jersey Gas Amnesia
Jersey
That gas station in Jersey
Where the entire state seems to fill up
All depending on one guy
To play mind-reader for the forgetful masses
What kind of gas, boss?
Cash or Credit, ma’am?
Open the tank, sir.
Brilliant doctors and lawyers in their benz’s
Soccer mom’s in their SUV’s
They all have one thing in common – gas pump amnesia.
and this guy- the gas station attendant, putting up with the mass amnesia, with a smile on his face, and a Bluetooth in his ear, carrying himself like he owns the place. Even with the woman who just slips the credit card through the barely open window. “Ma’am you still need to open the gas tank”
Who is he listening to on that thing in his ear?. I want to be there now. Eavesdropping on the ridiculousness of humanity, remembering how we all foolishly the same. Me in my Camry, You in the your beamer, Gas pump amnesia that lets us look past. The pink bicycle parked beside the attendant booth.
Twelve hours later, hundreds of cars in and out. thousand of dollars and gallons of gas exchanged, noise enough to deafen helicopter pilots, the attendant’s smile doesn’t slip. as he feels the tips in his pocket, and grabs the pink bicycle, riding it home in the rain, thankful for this recycled find, that takes him home, with the Bluetooth in his ear, and a voice to ease his sleep. Until the next day to do it all over again in Jersey!
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She gave me: 2013
She gave me.
She gave me her knowledge.
She gave me her compassion, and empathy.
She gave me her trust.
She gave me so selflessly.
She gave me a strategy.
She gave me her perspective.
She gave me her eyes to see.
She gave me through her humor, academic, and poetry.
She gave me through her questions, illustrations, and advices.
She fed me gently, acknowledged my pain, thought of my temperaments, and fragility.
She is the best at what she does. A physician, a teacher, a nurturer, a mother, an aunt, a sister, a friend, and a buddy.
She gave me the emotions of her every cell, without ever directly saying a word to me.
She gave me at a time she couldn’t give herself.
How, just how, can I be ungrateful?.
How can I see her tear, and my heart ever be settled.
I swear on He who raised the sky without foundations.
I swear on He who fed the lost black bird, in the middle of a dark night, in the middle of a lost forest, in the middle of the largest ocean, my heart will not stop bledding until her tear dries. Until her heart is content, and settled.
Until I know that she is smiling, or tearing because of an overwhelming happiness in her heart, that her heart can’t contain.
As long as I breath, I will pray to God. Prostrate to Him. Beg Him to keep me steadfast on His way, that my prayers are accepted by Him for her. For her. Just for her!
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My writings from 4-17-21
As you go into adulthood from your childhood, you are faced with a disappointment, and it breaks your heart. You fall flat on your face and wave the white flag of surrendering, because that disappointment ruined your whole day, and you were thinking about it all day long. And as soon as you try to get back up, then you’re faced with another disappointment, and another, and another, and another. And now that breaks your heart even more. You fall flatter, and harder on your face and wave the white flag of surrendering. And if you’re still alive and functioning, you think it’s all over, and there’s nothing to look forward to. But that’s where it all begins!
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Look at your Lord Constantly
Look at God constantly, even when you are looking at people. Remember that they are His creation. All of them. Treat them the way you want Him to see you treating His creation. Impress Him. Gain His satisfaction. For when He is satisfied with you, He will assign angels for you and only you, to assist you. To calm you with love and tranquility. To touch you with peace, and serenity. And to guide you all the way Home. Where He is waiting for you to reward you for your tolerance, patience, and good treatment of yourself and all of His creation. All!
Mohammed. F. Alhomsi 