Monday, August 6, 2012

Not a madwoman.

Ramadan Reflection:

Once in a while I wonder...

Do people who I used to know think I've gone mad?

I'm sure they don't think I'm weird because I was always weird...but...

Stop.

...Actually....you know what?

I have to lower my wings and think of it from their point of view without judgement.

I'm sure if all of a sudden some random close friend of mine from HS started dressing up in Hasidic clothing and quoting things from the Talmud and Torah...I'm imagining - yeah...maybe it would shock me. In an instant my brain would create a picture of what that kind of activities that person does, what kind of personality they have, or how they live their life...all based on biased unsound knowledge. I have to realize 'my norm' isn't everyone else's norm. I am part of a growing minority community now...I can't pretend people won't question or shy away from that...

A lot of people now through facebook and other social media probably just get shocked by the visual aspect of my way of life...and maybe some of the spiritual they can understand or probably just ignore (through posts etc.) but...it will only be in meeting me face-to-face that you'll sense the deep rooted positive change I've gone through (God-willing)....

(P.S. Unrelated - I would love to have a Hasidic gal friend...we could totally shop at H&M for long skirts together...this sounds sarcastic, but I'm serious - I kinda wish I had an Orthodox Jewish friend :-) No offense Christian sisters...I have so many of you - trying to balance it out here :-))

Anyways - I'm sure when ppl first saw my pics or heard about my conversion they were like...

"Oh NO! What happened to HOLLY?" *upset/worried*

or: "Dude - Holly became Muslim what the-?" *confusion*

or: "Ok......step away from the freak." *repulsion, rejection, and denial*

or..."She's extreme just stay AWAY!" *fear*


...I am not extreme by the way. I am trying to be extremely BALANCED in this life...that is all.

(Islam condemns extremism fyi).

Or some ppl may think I became Arab or something... just out of ignorance to what Islam is (...Islam knows no colors or race so no I did not get into some freak DNA incident... - I am 88% British Isles 9% Scandinavian and 3% other OKKKKK?)

Just like the Messiah - the Messenger of God - Jesus (peace be upon him) spoke Aramaic...Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) spoke Arabic - and God revealed their scriptures with their own languages so that the immediate people around them could understand the divine messages and so the Messengers could convey them more easily.......so no I do not have ties or loyalty to any Arab state...just as I'm sure most Christians in this country don't consider themselves Israelis because they are Christian and Jesus (peace be upon him) happened to preach in those lands. I am a Muslim (one submitted to the will of God) and I practice a way of life called Islam (submission to God). It is an Abrahamic tradition that considers itself the seal and completion of the prophets, messages, and holy scriptures of Judaism and Christianity.
That's it...all the rest...you know - is just bad media and materialistic fluff (especially the scarf on my head that gets all the attention ha).

Anyways.

My puzzled mind is just trying to wrap itself around the fact that I've...


I've lost touch with some friends. I'm sure not intentionally on their or my part (that's what I try to say to myself). Alhamdulilah (All praises to God) I have a lot of solid friendships here. I mean it makes sense - I live in MD now...most of my old friends live in NY or in other states - it's hard to keep up a friendship - even with all the social media! However, very, very few have stayed in touch. Yes, lifestyle differences - that could be it. People are also 'busy' every time you ask them what's up.
But I'm sure in my situation people must be thrown off by a combination of lifestyle differences and their preconceived notions of Islam. Yeah that makes sense...it's understood. I don't blame them. But hey - if you are reading this...old friend!!! Hello!

I am Holly. I chose a path...not a different identity. I chose a way of life, not a personality switch.

I was the one who wanted to be catwoman in 6th grade on Broadway (and I think to this day Anne Hathaway SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN CATWOMAN...I should've been ha - now, with slight costume alterations of course).

I write poems, sing...do theater, still (when I'm not mothering)!

Ask all my friends who are Muslim or non-Muslim around me and they will tell you ...'she's so random and bubbly'...Does that NOT sound like how I was before?

Don't be scared or thrown off by appearances...or maybe some posts on facebook you just don't get but you know what...that's ok. You don't have to get them. You don't have to like them. I don't think we can 100% 'get' anyone...even our own spouses or family members.

But you must accept.
This is who I am now.
First - I am Muslim.
Then - I am American. I like halal (permissible, clean slaughtered) turkey bacon (with that I make some tasty basil bacon burgers - Diners Drive-Ins and Dives style). I like bbqs. I go camping. I fish. I play guitar. I make some mean Turkish and American food (Come to my house! Gel! Gel!)...I love Jon Stewart<3. I love classic Rock n' Roll. I am a huge Hanson fan (yes - TayHanson4L die hard). I love taking pictures of flowers and nature. I am very interested in animal life, especially marine flora and fauna (ask me what it is...I might know. Example: the other day at a friend's house - her bathroom has all these sea creatures painted on the walls - and I heard my friend's son ask "Is that a stingray?"..to his mom. His mom said "Ask Holly teyze (aunt)" - I took one look "It's a Manta Ray").

Sooo do you guys think I could get my Masters in Marine Biology??? With a  BA in Theater? ...........
(I asked this to my friend who was a Doctor - she laughed) but I say "insha Allah :-)". I am quirky...I am sensitive. I am inspired by many great Muslims out there...Muslim Americans like Hamza Yusuf and Zaid Shakir....Yasmin Mogahed......but don't be fooled by their looks or their names...!
All great people. All sane. All smart. All educated. All American. 

[Being] American isn't just one look or one creed. I am an example of that.
We must open our eyes to different examples. Just take a look at American cuisine (dumplings, kabobs, pizza, tandoori chicken, pasta, burritos...a colorful menu!)
We can't just keep eating the same boiled rice, corn n' potatoes with meatloaf.
America is ever changing. Give it a chance.

However, it goes both ways. Just because Thomas Jefferson had a copy of the Quran or such and such Civil War (or was it WW2?) general said the Quran was a 'good and interesting book' doesn't mean you have to like it, too... I cannot make you like it!
(Thomas Jefferson also liked Mac n' Cheese. Score for me - we now have 2 things in common.)
But being Muslim does have its roots in America and in the American way (turn the other cheek...love thy neighbor as thyself...the golden rule...the 10 commandments? All Islamic values as well)...all the way from the beginning of our history (most slaves brought here were Muslims fyi).

Because I made a change doesn't mean you need to change. My changing is not a judgement on you - even if it may make you feel that way...and I'm sorry if it does.

Just because I don't drink or wear outfits like you (along with any other acts you may think Muslims would disapprove of)...doesn't mean I would judge you if you did!
 Really!
 As Muslims we believe God is The Judge. It's considered backbiting to judge someone else (Muslim or non-Muslim). I try not to do that...(though obviously as a human I do make mistakes). I can try to encourage you to make positive choices in your life -  and I WILL NOT support something you do which is forbidden to me - but guess what? It's just forbidden TO ME - if you aren't Muslim - feel free to go ahead and live by your own rules (whatever those may be or whatever you base your morals on) - but I cannot judge you or your actions - that is up to God.

Back to the pt.
Maybe some old friends DO understand. In their hearts perhaps there's a sort of...'at least she chose a path' subconscious thought. Maybe  it's evident to them that others around them don't know what path they are even on. Some people are just surface followers of a religion...or just floaters - giving and taking with what comes their way - giving into the trends, accepting traditions without questioning the meanings behind them, not thinking of others...not thinking of how this world will end......some old friends may recognize the deep seriousness of that reality and the lightness, clarity and strength Islam has given to me. God knows best.



When I say: "I know the truth"...it's not an arrogant statement - though it may come across as harsh.

Muslims don't think they are better than you. They just want what is better for you (sincerely, genuinely, humbly).




 I shouldn't even be caring what other people think. I haven't until this pt. so why should I start now?....

I guess I just wanted to acknowledge that...'Holly becoming Muslim' has been the super HOT PINK elephant in the room for the past couple of years, and I'm sorry to friends, family, and foe alike for not coming out and saying something - and yet expecting you all to tag along for the ride and just 'understand'. It wasn't and isn't fair. <3
So of course you must've have come up with your own suspicions about me.....granted.


This 'Am I mad?' mentality reminds me of the time when the Final Messenger of God was almost starting to believe in his opposition's accusations. He was thinking to himself "Am I mad? Am I crazy?...Are they right?"...poor man. It had been a while since the archangel Gabriel had visited him with the revelation from God...so his enemies had started to taunt him, and as a result he had started to doubt himself.

Humans!
We are so convincing...we use the illusions of this world to our benefit and ultimately to our own destruction! Ah, but it is God who gives the final word...the affirmation...

Surah Al Qalam  (The Pen).

"By the pen, and what they inscribe,
You (O Muhammad) are not, by the favor of your Lord, a madman.....

 And verily, for you (O Muhammad) will be an endless reward.
 And verily, you (O Muhammad) are on an exalted standard of character.
 You will see, and they will see,
 Which of you is afflicted with madness.
 Verily, your Lord knows better, who (among men) has gone astray from His Path, and He knows better those who are guided.
 So (O Muhammad) obey not the deniers,
 They wish that you should compromise (in religion out of courtesy) with them, so they (too) would compromise with you. "


So there you have it. I am not mad - my friends and my foes.

Nope. Not mad.

May God protect us from the deception of others....from any doubt in His Wisdom...from our carnal desires and from evil whispers....

I want to make a shout out to all my friends and foes of the past and just say:



Peace and blessings be upon you!!! <3 <3 <3
-Holly (Holls) (Hollster) (Holl) (Kitty) etc. etc. etc. !!!

“Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.” - Mawlana Jelaluddin Rumi


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Clean Paper

Wake up serene.

Like a fresh sheet of paper

not a dot of an ink blot stain to hide.

Thank God cleanliness survived!

As the daylight heat burns on,

I start to feel the prickly sting,
so I start to sing... the familiar song.

The scale then tips,
once the words spill off my lips.

Where have I gone?

The echo strong.

Much beauty - there is
in being wrong.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

War with the Nafs

You would love me to love this dunya...wouldn't you?

Desire it.
Miss it.
Cling to its memories.

At the core, in the magma...I'm sure there's burning fire.

and if I give into the lie...?

If I give into the lie....



My heart gets twisted in...

like a reluctant grin,

I've already seen the clown show,

So do I know where I'll go?

When the colors swirl together in that rush

Do they bring me back home?

Or do they drift me up into the breeze...

Instead of praying on my knees.

Today it's a 'give in' -

Tomorrow repentance.

How can I win?

How can I win?

Inside reminds - Be constant and upright!!! Be constant and upright!!!

Slay the dragon with remembrance

not with a mental fire fight!

Exchange the love that is temporary

for a love that is everlasting!

For if the plague takes over

the sick soul won't know it's over

And if I say The All Knower knows best

why am I doubting all the rest? (Yes!

So take your head out of the clouds of this world

and place your feet in paradise!)

If God wills me to accept this life of sacrifice,

and reject with sincerity the illusions you provide,

I can say I won you over before my demise.

























Sunday, July 22, 2012

For the Heart to Become Clear and Soft...

"Give life to your hearts by laughing rarely, and purify them with hunger, for they will thereby become clear and soft. " Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him)

RAMADAN POEMS...Ramadan Mubarak...!


A New Light


You cannot bend back the sunflower

from the glowing light of the sun,

nor a moth headed straight to the flame,

you cannot seize its invisible reins,

nor the reed blown by the Eastern breeze,

whispering, bowing, to The Truth, The Mighty.

It was ordained and ordered as it was with me...

No - you cannot change my creed.

Belief was planted - so heed the seed.

For indeed - my heart does see. 

Protected by lids of flesh, divine layers, 
where it lies in peace - falsehood cannot breathe.

Truth lives, and is free...I'm keen to your deceit
But Rot cannot penetrate its certainty.

All praises to The Protector.

Allah

Alham-du-lillah!

For your guidance and for you I pray...

O simple minded human being made from clay - what you say

cannot make me sway,

Only! If Allah wills.






The Answer to 'Why?'



It's as if someone grabbed me by the shoulders

turned me around,

and said: "Look!"

To my surprise - I was off the straight path, into the weeds, and into the jungle - dark and unclean...

With no true guide, only using my sensory inclinations to decide - leaving me empty inside...

reaching out feeling nothing...swiping at risk and Satan's treasures,
only to have them disappear before sunrise - always melting before my eyes...
never full, never lasting - living on desire - jumping from low branches and then to high,

In that swivel, in that rotation, in that life transformation - a SNAP that was clean

I saw in that 180 turn a way in which I had not seen...


How to describe?

Sureness - peacefulness - the scavenger hunt was over.


Oh if you hadn't grabbed me by the shoulders,

nor nourished my heart?


Where would I be?


How to thank you for the clarity 

sirat al mustakim...!

the purest path on which to start.

Submission to You...For You my heart.






For the Heart

The four chambers of the heart ...nourish the flow and ebb between...

give and take and take and give.

Bending to the will of The Unseen

and yes, it's true - that they know

they don't control the ebb and flow.

The body they serve to feed...

 they cleanse and purify indeed!

The body does not fight the rush

of richness through the veins,

"STOP!"...it does not say to hush,

the pounding profound parade

Ourselves?

we trust

in it...

Divine!

What became before the brain or spine...?

Beating alone in an echoed womb...

be! - and there we were...

Be!

Yes...


How to...?


Be...goodfirmsoftlighttrueopenhumble...?

My heart never betrays -

on and on it beats my path...and yet it's me who chooses to stray!

And when I struggle to breathe in harms' way - my heart struggles harder to keep me alive...

(Support from where? Did you yourself decide to give ease to the flowing tides?

From where does its power arise? Contemplate...without compromise.)

It pumps on and on - in chambers - in song...with mercy that fills the space.

So when in doubt of your own heart...listen for the soundness of its make...

and know there in every breath or step or road that you choose to take,

Rely on it! For it has carried you through...no matter what there was at stake,

Oh believer,  take a deep look at your heart -

What will you do - for its sake?



Mecca


In the center.
In the heart.
There was a drum.
That started beating.
Rippling dust.
Of this world.
Through the -
crystallized atmosphere.
Lean in closer.
Ear tilted to hear.
It is here.
Where we turn.
Round together.
Facing One.
And the same.
The One with many Names.
Find us.
    Here.
In our Heart.
Of Mecca,                        (Come to yearn)
Far or Near.                     (Come to learn)
My Heart Sees.
The Truth.                       
You and Him.                     (Mecca awaits!)
It is clear.                           (It's your turn.)






Tuesday, February 28, 2012

There's No Shape for the Change in me...

Some poems from China (before becoming Muslim) written during fall '06...nothing is edited (save for grammatical errors). More poems might be up in the future from China, but here are three for now. Enjoy:

The Selfish Self
(Inspired by: a child in the subway with no arms)


My pocket only goes so deep,
So then I guess...
So does my heart.

I'm sorry I'm an American with a couple of pounds to spare, but got no change for me to share....
Only got green eyes and yellow hair pink grey sneakers that I wear!

But I swear...


I do care.


I'll give you a smile and a wave, as if that could somehow save:

The child moaning, arms burnt off,
a stub, a nub, an echoed cough
that travels through the holes in my head,
and I think this time tomorrow - this kid could be dead


Pity wasn't prepared and sympathy was sleeping.
Even the guilt that I felt - I was selfishly keeping.

Diverting my eyes,
Erasing my smile,



Foolish, but 'smart' to walk away,

and anyway -

by tomorrow I knew I'd forget today...




ONE EYED DEVIL
(Inspired by: Chinese villagers who lived in ancient caves...lived very modestly...yet still had flat-screen tvs)




One eyed devil everywhere.
Never winks. Always stares.

Even in the caves,
you Cyclops.
you Monster.
Taking the precious with your succulent sponsors,

Go AWAY.

Leave them ALONE.

They don't know the dangers you possess between the buzzing of your Technicolor shows!

Too much of you and we forget the earth

If we see the view through your flat eye we get -

Only half
of what it's worth.






Short Shorts
(Inspired by: Wearing short shorts and feeling embarrassment, questioning my values)


Culture gone lazy lemon sour,

Memories...!
Sweet with the taste of American apple pie,
Blue birds in the sky...

It's not too late.

(And) as the world laughs,

I look down at my short shorts and wonder -
if it's time 
we change.















Wednesday, October 5, 2011

The First Square (House)

Sitting in a roofed square
looking at an electrical square
thinking and thinking -
what had brought me there?

Sitting in a courtyard square
passing people with their fingers tapping on squares
informing and chatting -
what kinds of messages to share?

In the library there are books,
bound page by page, square by square
absorbing and admiring -
how many souls have been touched with hope or despair?

In the art gallery there's Black Square
flat and lifeless, yet powerful and strange
how could something so simple -
make one feel so changed?

We've made buildings, houses,
pictures, books, doors, tables, chairs
usually the shape we've chosen for these,
has been 'the square'

What was here before us?
ovals, diamonds, rhombuses, and hexagons,
the shapes of the world -
part of the largest creature to the smallest atom

Yet, there's only one shape -
not found naturally within...
the square is left -
shall we call it an extra gift?

Some say: Humankind's 'invention'
but this is not so
For God taught men
what he did not know

And at this thought - the First Square comes to mind
sharp edges balancing out the surrounding soft light
embodying the stress and glory
we find in our days and nights,

The Square that was created, then forgotten,
but found again by those who were rightly guided,
In which for now all humankind circles round,
but soon around which all souls will be united

Starting with Adam and Eve...then orphaned in the desert
To Abraham who smashed the idols and renewed our given treasure
Finally Muhammad who reminded all of what had certainly been degraded
The gift that kept us safe in prayer and led our hands to civilization...


For Adam and Eve it was
a temporary shelter.
a house of worship.
a sacred place of thanks...

a Square foundation that would solidify faith and fate
as they put in stone - plank by plank



So while sitting in your box
typing on your 4-sided laptop,
in your uncomfortable little cubicle,
Why don't you stop-




remember!




The Kabbah...                                                                            (ah)
Just A Black Square for some                                     (ignorant and foolish we are)
But as revealed to Adam and Eve                       (devoting our time to lesser squares...)

God's Home...                                                                             (so)

Our Home...                                                                            (please)

                                                                                            (come home)

since day one.








Quran 3:96-97: Indeed the first house that was appointed as a place of worship for mankind, is the one at Mecca (the Holy Ka'aba), blessed and a guidance to the whole world. Wherein are plain memorials (of Allah's guidance); the place where Abraham stood up to pray; and whosoever entereth it - is safe. And pilgrimage to the House is a duty unto Allah for mankind, for him who can find a way thither. As for him who disbelieveth, (let him know that) lo! Allah is Independent of (all) creatures.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Little tiny me and you in this world. Poems of the night.


Climb up here with me and stay

where the view is certain and clear

But you'd rather slump down beneath the trees,

in the familiar atmosphere


The creatures in the forest all shout

she's strange she's strange she's strange!

Agreeing with a wistful smile,

you chitter and chatter away



I sit in silence up above,

On a simple rock unknown,

I open my mouth to share it all,

but sense patience in the moonlights' glow


I won't walk the dirty path again

if that is what you want

I've reached the point of no return

so accept me as I'm not


I invite you up to share my space

have it all - there's plenty - and more

as you shiver under the shady leaves,

you say it's not what you're looking for



You try to tug me down

but my hands are raised up high

a SCREAM: You were better before you let your

mind float deep into the sky!


I try throwing a loving line down

to your little spot in the dark,

but no tug comes back to me,

from my actions - for you - no spark,


I lift my head back up and breathe the cleanliness,

the pureness of the life,

no second guesses - no wondering why

I was born or when I will die,




Get down! you SHOUT get down right now!

But I choose instead to refuse,



If you accepted the view - believe me

you too - would never dare to move.