Heart vs. Brain

I woke up feeling light-headed and uneasy,
Something is wrong, but what is it?
I sat upright and opened my eyes,
As I moved my arms to wipe my face,
I realised I didn't have my hands.

It's gone, but where? My heart –
… Is gone, too! Probably, wondering around,
But I've never done anything wrong,
Or I think I never did, I didn't, did I? No,
That's what I thought at the beginning,
Then why would they do such a thing?

It is a good thing that my brain still works,
I wouldn't bare it if it went along with the others,
I'll let my brain take over, since there's no heart,
So I'll wash my face… oh, man, I don't have a hand,
I have to find them before they get damaged,
Or even worse, somebody stealing them,
As I went outside my room I heard a thump.

My brain thought that it came from next door,
I went there and peeked, but nothing abnormal,
I went back outside wanting to go downstairs,
Since it was breakfast… oh, man, I still don't have a hand,
In the meantime, I saw something running between my legs,
Heading towards the stairs,
My heart riding on my hand and sprinting, what the heck!
I ran as fast as I could and jumped on them and hold them tightly.

I reattached them on myself and asked them their reasoning,
My hand said that I'm a very dull man without any fun,
He meant that I never played music nor did I touch a woman,
My heart then started saying that I was very unemotional,
He wanted me to have a girlfriend before marriage,
My brain felt disgusted, as always, and refused to listen,
They made fun of him and told me to stop paying him any attention,
But I knew that something was wrong, and something has to be done,
However, I think I would need more time to figure it out.

They continued arguing and mocking each other,
And at one time, my heart detached himself, but walked next to me,
We reached the stairs, but my heart took,
The first step,
Then the second,
Third,
Fourth…
Until he reached,
The floor,
Waiting,
My brain thinking differently started his first step,
Then his second,
Third,
Fourth,
Fifth,
Sixth,
And his last step,
And waiting.

Both left and reached similar places, but took different paths,
One might say that they completed each other,
Others might think that nothing was in common,
But I would say that they don't complete each other,
And probably there is something in common,
But they have to be flexible, depending on the situation,
And until that time, both will be disconnected,
One will stay with me, and one will stay away from me,
I have the choice; but will it be the heart or the brain?

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By Ibn Ummat Al-Qura'an All rights reserved 2007

The 6 O'clock News

I would like to share this poem, which is one of my favourites:


this is thi
six a clock
news thi
man said n
thi reason
a talk wia
BBC accent
iz coz yi
widny wahnt
mi ti talk
aboot thi
trooth wia
voice lik
wanna yoo
scruff. if
a toktaboot
thi trooth
lik wanna yoo
scruff yi
widny thingk
it wuz troo.
jist wanna yoo
scruff tokn.
thirza right
way ti spell
ana right way
to tok it. this
is me tokn yir
right way a
spellin. this
is ma trooth.
yooz doant no
thi trooth
yirsellz cawz
yi canny talk
right. this is
the six a clock
nyooz. belt up.


--
By Tom Leonard



Elaboration:


"This is the six o'clock news," the man said. "And the reason I talk with the BBC accent is because you wouldn't want me to talk about the truth with a voice like you scruff. If I talk about the truth like you scruff you wouldn't think it was true. Just like your way of talking, scruff. There is a right way to spell and there is a right way to talk, and this is me talking your right way of spelling. This is my truth. You don't know the truth yourselves, because you can't talk right. This is six o'clock news. belt up."


BBC accent is the standard posh accent

scruff means something bad in scottish

belt up is like saying 'go to hell'

Source: http://www.tomleonard.co.uk/sixoclock.shtml

Dared by Few!

I know what happened, it's you,
Not only you, but your friend, too,
They were ordered, is it true?
Oh, look at your eyes, I KNEW!
This group was formed and they grew,
They approached out of the blue,
By myself without a clue,
One attacked, or was it two,
A tall guy shouted and drew,
Knives, but I wanted to stew,
Maybe to apply kung fu,
His long hair was reddish blue,
And the eyes of greenish blue,
To him my movements were new,
Scratched his heart, then I accrue,
Kicked the shit outta them whole crew,
I made him speak to pursue,
Both of you, and look at you,
Pitiful faces, sad view,
Having guts to send but few,
Meaning I was dared by few,
It's time for conflict, you two,
How 'bout I kill both of you!


--
By Ibn Ummat Al-Qura'an



Notes from the poet:

This whole poem was inspired by reading a phrase from Naruto, which was "How about I kill the both of you!" which was said by Uchiha Sasuke. I included this phrase at the end of this poem, but I had to do some few changes to follow my theme. However, I left the last word as it is for rhyming. The poem's theme is having seven syllables for each line, and it is my first try.

تفكرت في الدنيا

هذي القصيدة من سنة، وأول محاولة بأن أشعّر باللغة الفصيحة

إن شاء الله تنال إعجابكم

تفكــــــــرت في الدنيا وكم هي كبيرة ***** في عيـــون الملحديـــــن بل وغاليـــة

وكم هي فــــــــي هاتيـن العينين دنيّة ***** أكبيرة لا والله ما بعدهــــا من دانيـــة

قالوا بأمهــــا بلدة عربيـــة مسلمـــــة ***** وأبوها نجس في المجاري سواسيـــة

ومالــــي لا أرى الجمع يذمهــــا ذمة ***** أوعجبوا بما تحتويهـــا من حلاويـــة

قالــــــوا يا فطن عشها فإنها قصيرة ***** قلت أفـي أقوالكم شيء من البلاغيـــة

عمدت لسماع جلستهم الرائعـــــــــة ***** فمــــــــــا وجدت إلا وقلوبهم لاهيـــة

عجبــــت منهم وما عجبــــــي بهراء ***** يعتبرونه ذكاءاً وأي ذكــاء متناهيـــة

صاحبـــــــيّ لا ترجعـا إلى الذلــــيلة ***** وإن همست بــكم فتخيّلوها حيوانيـــة

اذكرا الله ولا تذكراهـــــا ســـــــقيمة ***** حتماً والله ســـترشدكم إلى الهلاكيـــة

انظرا إلى الشمس الصفراء الساطعة ***** وإلى السمــاء من غير أعمدة عاليـــة

اشكــراه واحمــداه علــــــى كل النعم ***** وارجواه أن يدخلكمــا جنّاته الغاليـــة

Brotherhood...

This poem is dedicated to my lil bro and 3mar ^__^



Recalling the old days,
Imagining it with amaze,
The smile on my mother,
The strong body of my brother,
The hotness of the weather,
Having fun whilst together.

Until the sudden change,
It seemed so strange,
My friends were its cause,
My family with applause,
I could postpone it,
At least a year and a bit,
But it was my decision,
And it was difficult to envision,
It was about my graduation,
Fulfilled with celebration.

Longing for the awaiting trip,
Places I would never skip,
Brothers waiting my arrival,
In a city full of our one rival,
Watching them giving me a hand,
Searching for a grain of sand,
Brothers, for the sake of Allah, I met,
That decision, I would never regret.

One special brother, O Who we all,
Fear; please let us meet next fall,
He stole part of me and went back,
Reaching him, but without a track,
Sad isn't it, our communication fell apart,
Yet our brotherhood is still compiled in our heart.

To you I speak and to you I address,
To you I advise and to you I bless,
To you I share and to you I complain,
To you I follow and to you I explain,
To you I surpass and to you I hiss,
To you I envy and to you I miss.

Gifts to ISOC

I designed many posters and banners, and here I would like to share with you four of which were to ISOC (Islamic Society On Campus). Three of them are pretty simple, the fourth one is for a special event. I wish it will be published as a poster, because that is one of my aims.

However, I think of myself as a beginner in designing, since I saw alot of my friend's work, and he is pretty good. Tabarak Allah ^__^


Anyways, am gonna let u decide and comment on the four designs that I've made:







that would be it =D