Monthly Archives: January 2013

Nike “Voices”

Most powerful and successful woman quote people who have put them down and always used degrading phrases against woman on sports… My fav part “People aren’t use to woman who have passion, it scares them!” WELL ISN’T that the truth!! Nike I love you.. everyone just get up live life and as Nike always says “Just DO it!”

Ayesha Says…

Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks
Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks
Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews, Mexican corn stands
Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons
Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners

Murals that salute freedom or death for liberty
Be it Inglewood/Englewood or Egypt, Bedstuy or Baghdad
Syria or Liberia, the west bank or the west side of Chicago
Where food and liquor stores still occupy the block
While police and community watchmen justify why they shot
Emmit Till and Malice Green, Rekia Boyd and Trayvon Martin
Better not wear that hoodie while shopping for a carton
Or whatever they sellin’ in your food desert
Cause your soul is dessert and will be dissected and consumed
On the Fox evening news while we sing the blues
The new Jim Crow caged bird sings
Cause he’s tired of occupying his misery and of our marching
He wanna fly to a higher consciousness
But his school on academic probation

They gave him medicine, diagnosed him with a felony and mental retardation
So he refuses to cease the firin’, nobody’s hirin’

In Illinois, 67 is the new age when you retirin’
Class lines have blurred, those who used to have, have not
Pensions bein’ snatched
Those who never have keep their hands stretched
Social services being cut
Sterilization clinics giving out pills to numb the womb
Young girls referring to their vaginas as tombs

Thinkin’ protests are temporary and trendy
Well rock a t-shirt and carry a poster
And two weeks later it’s back to normal

But they say times are changin’
The revolution is becoming second nature
, causes are combining
People carrying torches, hope burning from their hands
Attaching explosive devices ‘cause they keep stealing their lands
In the name of freedom

 

-Food and Liquor; Ayesha Says; the word of truth an artist to be admired

Letters of Recommendation Spark the Best discussion

A former Professor offered to write a Letter of Recommendation for me; I got asked to answer some questions so he knew what  to write. I have been forming my thoughts over time and found this in my e-mail.. it is interesting what I say  now to what I want to do with my major than what I would have answered in the beginning of 2012. One of the questions was what is my proposed major; this is what I responded with….

I would like to Major in English because

writing has been my passion since the second grade. I have been
writing since I was a young child and have moved from Palestine to
California since kindergarten. Poetry is my strong point and I plan to
only educate people about Muslims, Middle-Easterners and cross the
barrier of every Muslim being a terrorist. I plan to go into
Journalism to be able to report on news that Americans do not see
about my people, Palestinians, as well as all races all over the world
that I have witnessed and lived but Americans never see through media.
It is my passion to write and I plan to make a difference in at least
one person's life through my writing one day. I get asked every day if
I am a Chicano and it opens the path of being able to let people
understand that we can all be one if we realize how alike we are. I
hope to be a journalist or become a English Professor!

Insha’Allah this happens and I have no serious mind changes anytime soon! I have never been so content with my major all my life and writing is my passion! I can never go wrong with writing! I have never struggled with writing and discussing my country EVER! It’s what I was born to do; it’s my purpose do you know yours?

 

WOW—- Can’t wait for FALL 2013 good luck fellow transfer students!

Teen Muslims in America–The Land of the “Free” PART 2A MUSIC

In the Name Of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful

First and Foremost, as I write this article educating myself first and hoping others will benefit as always. I am not judging or trying to offend any Muslim, Arab, or friend this is simply issues that have become of extreme notice and importance to me the past few weeks witnessing things from fellow Teens and hearing stories that truly shocked me and made me question my friends.

PART 2 OF THE ARTICLE—— LIFE, MARRIAGE, COLLEGE, TEMPTATION, MUSIC

DISCUSSING MUSIC TODAY ONLY!

Hello Readers! I received many new followers and ideas since the first Topic I discussed and randomly wrote on; not honestly writing for support but got the best comments from you all! I check my Stats and Comments and I know who is reading and the age group so I hope to help those through my personal experiences; stories I have heard that left me in shock and utter disbelief, and just everyday American life we Arab, Muslimeen live and wonder about!

In the previous article I randomly talked about Dating, Alcohol abuse, and Prayer! It wasn’t even planned I began planning actually topics for a course i’m taking this semester for a future speech I am meant to say next week and in the near future. It sparked so many ideas and thoughts that just began to randomly flow at 1 AM! As always, my brightest of ideas come at night hah 🙂 Anywho——– here is the new article! It will be all topics I have heard from fellow friends and stories that I still can’t believe happen as I write this!

Alright first discussion will be on Music—— We all listen to some sort of Music!

Many say listening to Music is Makrooh or Haram, remember this is just what I have been raised to know and discuss and live. I completely understand and know why; however that being said let’s analyze why. Teens, Arab, Muslims, Americans, Jews, Christains, ALL people listen to music. Now, let’s remember what music IS! Music are words that have been put together to rhyme, and have a beat, a chorus, have been given rhythm. Okay I know you think what the heck weird girl we know what music is. Have you ever analyzed what you let enter your ears and mind? HAVE YOU? LET ME HELP YOU—-

Let’s take any Rap Artist; i’m not even going to list one let your mind decide for you because I know you listen to Rap and Beats that are degrading to woman, some even to men, and are rude; impulsive and cause temptation and hate–and degrading heck I have and I have stopped! SO as you listen to any music, it blocks out your own thoughts and mind. You become what you listen to!

You don’t realize it in the moment but Wallahy it becomes you. It took me some time to realize this; and i’m still confused but now it makes sense. Ask people what they listen to, what the music they enjoy to play as they drive, as they write, as they study, as they party as they just live life. It becomes you; it rhymes, it makes you believe or hurt or causes pain or reminds you of a memory— it can become painful that is why it’s not right to listen to! Unless it is just music with no words; just beats I believe. I may be wrong; correct ME comment below but it makes sense to me. I no longer question music and I am trying myself to stop listening to my favorite artists because it’s not fun anymore now that I know what the words can cause. IT IS A STRUGGLE so hard to believe but if you know you then realize why it is HARAM! Thank you Islam thank you parents for telling me this years ago—- I always knew, now I am old enough to know better! Music can also define a person in so many ways; even if it’s a random song they obviously were interested and liked it for a reason. Maybe the beat made them want to dance, maybe the words connected them to their childhood. Maybe the music gave them hope and positivity during a very rough time in their life. Music is just words friends. Music is a bunch of words put together to help you understand life at any point in time. If it is helpful, and understanding, and doesn’t cause you harm or pain or misery I believe personally it is okay to listen to! WHAT SAY YOU? COMMENT BELOW LET ME HEAR YOUR VOICE –let’s discuss and share perspectives! WHO AGREES AND WHO DISAGREES yallah go comment lol 😀

I will end this short article with my own helpful insight: Your words are marked by the memory in which you spark. Be nice it will help be rude it will backfire. Words are powerful—REMEMBER THAT! Words can cause suicide war and marriage—- REMEMBER THAT!

–          Misoon S. Ghareeb Proud Living Human From Palestine

 

187 Days of HUNGER— SAMER ISSAWY IS DYING!

Prisoner, Samer Tarek-El Essawy

THE LATEST NEWS– SAMER WAS SENT TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM YESTERDAY!

Prisoner, Samer Tarek-El Essawy

178 days of Hunger 179 days of Injustice 180 Days of Worry 181 Days of Agony 182 Days of HELL 183 Days of Question

written as if spoken by Samer #FreeSamer

#PalHunger #SamerIssawi #Hungry4Freedom #HungerStrikers #iWriteForPalestine #FreePalestine

*NOTE: THIS POEM IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS SAMER’S STRUGGLE FOR FREEDOM INCREASES*

Follow his journey as well as mine to spread awareness and equality on twitter: @noosimsoons @samerissawi1

-Dedicated to every  prisoner all around the world on Hunger Strike for their freedom; especially my hero Samer Tarek-il Essawy

183 Days of Hunger 183 Days of Darkness 183 Days of Injustice

No food, no life, no water.

183 days of battling my own body for what is right.

183 days of constant struggle of life and death and wonder of what is and may become the next day.

When will I see my family? When will I be free? What is freedom anyway?

My mind is always running and pacing and showing me what life I have lived.

Every day that comes may be my last so I pray and hope only for the best.

183  days of pain, agony, and struggle.

183 days of crying, hoping, wishing for love and affection.

Every part of me is shouting, running, crying for help!

When will this end? When will I run along my land?

My body is against me, My mind is lost, I may be awake but I am dead.

Death has already visited me and I am so near the end my heart tells me.

Bones are frail, muscles don’t function, my nerves are off the charts, and my age has doubled.

My eyes are blurry, my hands are shaky, my knees are trembling, and my ears are buzzing.

My teeth are useless, for they have no function anymore and are never put to use.

My breathe is like fire and my throat is dry as can be.

I feel disgusted of my own body but I know this is all for a reason; I think.

I could be wrong but something tells me to persevere and stay strong.

One side of my brain tells me to keep going you are almost there, while the other pushes me down and makes me wonder if I should stop.

183 days is more than just hours, it’s a lifetime now.

Constantly being beat by the ugly others that forced me into this; I felt I had no choice.

No food, no water, no life!

Who decided food gave us life?

Everything is proportions and I know my own.

I can survive with no food, are you willing to do this on your own?

183 days made me stronger, better, more humble!

I have no distraction of my hunger and temptation for I am one with my thoughts and nothing can phase me.

I occasionally want to fight my own strength and give in to food and water, but then I remember my purpose and that is to save everyone from their sorrow

183 days made me numb to this world and all I picture is Paradise.

Life is all minutes and seconds combined until the end approaches you and you realize what is life!

No family, No family, no Love!

No rights, no wishes, no constant trigger of what if’s!

I am alone, and this is my time to shine.

The concubine is my new home, and the walls are my friends.

I am shackled to the floor, and pinned to my bed.

Nothing is given to me, even the food is thrown- I am beat ,hit, and always pressured to go into their throne.

Everything I do I feel is planned- nothing I say, act, eat will save me from this terror of land.

I wonder when Justice will prevail, and when I will see my people happy.

I feel it is my right to make it happen and witness their longing for freedom just as I aim for their own happiness I know they would do the same for me!

183 days —– weeks, months, an eternity—

I count the hours that pass hoping for my rights, but I realize that nothing is mine, not even this life.

178 days 179 days 180 days 181 DAYS 182 DAYS 183 days… just a number

183 DAYS  just another struggle!

When will this end? Who will save me?

–          Every prisoner, every life, dedicated to Samer Tarek il Essawy

  • Misoon S. Ghareeb – From Essawiah, the same village of Samer Tarek il Essawy Our Hero

180 Days of Hunger —– SAMER ISSAWY!

178 Days of Hunger 179 Days of Injustice 180 Days of WONDER

#PalHunger #SamerIssawi #Hungry4Freedom #HungerStrikers

-Dedicated to every  prisoner all around the world on Hunger Strike for their freedom

178 Days of Hunger 178 days of Darkness 178 Days of Injustice

No food, no life, no water.

178 days of battling my own body for what is right.

178 days of constant struggle of life and death and wonder of what is and may become the next day.

When will I see my family? When will I be free? What is freedom anyway?

My mind is always running and pacing and showing me what life I have lived.

Every day that comes may be my last so I pray and hope only for the best.

178 days of pain, agony, and struggle.

178 days of crying, hoping, wishing for love and affection.

Every part of me is shouting, running, crying for help!

When will this end? When will I run along my land?

My body is against me, My mind is lost, I may be awake but I am dead.

Death has already visited me and I am so near the end my heart tells me.

Bones are frail, muscles don’t function, my nerves are off the charts, and my age has doubled.

My eyes are blurry, my hands are shaky, my knees are trembling, and my ears are buzzing.

My teeth are useless, for they have no function anymore and are never put to use.

My breathe is like fire and my throat is dry as can be.

I feel disgusted of my own body but I know this is all for a reason; I think.

I could be wrong but something tells me to persevere and stay strong.

One side of my brain tells me to keep going you are almost there, while the other pushes me down and makes me wonder if I should stop.

178 days is more than just hours, it’s a lifetime now

Constantly being beat by the ugly others that forced me into this; I felt I had no choice.

No food, no water, no life!

Who decided food gave us life?

Everything is proportions, and I know my own.

I can survive with no food, are you willing to do this on your own?

178 days made me stronger, better, more humble!

I have no distraction of my hunger and temptation for I am one with my thoughts and nothing can phase me.

I occasionally want to fight my own strength and give in to food and water, but then I remember my purpose and that is to save everyone from their sorrow

178 days made me numb to this world and all I picture is Paradise.

Life is all minutes and seconds combined until the end approaches you, and you realize what is life!

No family, No family, no Love!

No rights, no wishes, no constant trigger of what if’s.

I am alone, and this is my time to shine.

The concubine is my new home, and the walls are my friends.

I am shackled to the floor, and pinned to my bed.

Nothing is given to me, even the food is thrown- I am beat, hit, and always pressured to go into their throne.

Everything I do I feel is planned- nothing I say, act, eat will save me from this terror of land.

I wonder when Justice will prevail, and when I will see my people happy.

I feel it is my right to make it happen and witness their longing for freedom just as I aim for their own happiness I know they would do the same for me.

178 days —– weeks, months, an eternity

I count the hours that pass hoping for my rights, but I realize that nothing is mine not even this life.

178 days… just a number

178 days just another struggle

When will this end? Who will save me?

–          Every prisoner, every life, dedicated to Samer Tarek il Essawy

  • Misoon S. Ghareeb – From Essawiah, the same village of Samer Tarek il Essawy Our Hero

The Dome of The Rock–The Dome of Hope –The Dome of Palestine

_______________The Holy and Glorious Dome of the Rock_____________

Your Golden Dome makes me Cry

The Dome of Life

The Dome of Hopes

The Dome of Gold

Power

Hope

The Dome of Worship

Peace

Forgiveness

The Dome of Freedom

Love

Justice

The Dome of Unity

Strength

E.X.I.S.T.E.N.C.E

The Dome of Confidence

B.E.A.U.T.Y

and Holy Essence!

 

—-The Dome of the Rock~ The Dome of Palestine’s Existence and Wishes. I write for Palestine and my fellow Palestinians!

  • Misoon S. Ghareeb –2013–Written in 10 MINUTES–FreeWrite at Home–Inspiration the Holy and Beautiful Country I call my Home; Palestine

Teen Muslims Living in America’s Tempting World Today

In the Name Of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful

First and Foremost, as I write this article educating myself first and hoping others will benefit as always. I am not judging or trying to offend any Muslim, Arab, or friend this is simply an issue that has become of extreme notice and importance to me the past few weeks witnessing things from fellow Teens and hearing stories that truly shocked me and made me question my friends.

This is only Part 1 of this article and currently rushing it because I want feedback and have an assignment for class correlated with this! —Enjoy 🙂

Young Muslims living in America are tempted and exposed to American society that is very different and questionable compared to our own.  We Muslims are tempted by everything- from media telling us how to dress, magazine covers telling woman what is fashionable and not, television showing us how to communicate with the other gender properly whether we  feel comfortable with it or not from High School years to College and beyond.  So many things have affected us teens without us noticing until we look back and truly analyze every detail of our daily routine from morning to night. Maybe waking up to pray one of your daily five prayers gets lost in the American society we live in. You ignore Fajr possible for an action you did the night before-staying up all night partying with friends because they told you it would “fun” whatever that means. Ignoring your prayer because you don’t have time and were partying the night before. Or maybe we just have too much studying to do and no time to pray which is understandable and I completely agree the society we live in isn’t so Muslim Friendly. We have classes from the early morning till late in the evening and it is not like we have a break to go pray and even eat sometimes.  Some colleges in America do have prayer rooms and make time to  help other cultures and religions live their lives with American times. However, the majority don’t so we as well forget because we can’t just stop something to go and pray- it just isn’t possible all the time so we end up making up the prayer at home in our own safety area and it  becomes routine and God-Willing Insha’Allah everyone’s prayer is accepted 🙂

Born and raised in California- I am considered an Arab-American-Palestinian-Muslim; as many are. I am not the only Musim to live in America, nor am I the last. We all go through the temptations of America and can’t avoid them unless we have strong family background and trust in our Religion and know that this life is temporary, Paradise is forever and will be the ultimate goal. But many, ignore this fact, and just get caught up in the American life. I have been blessed to be raised by amazing, intellectual, loving, and understanding parents. I love my Mother and Father so much not once have they every put me down or told me not to chase my dreams and not many can attest to that. I LOVE THEM; anyway lol We are Proud Muslims and have morals and ideals on how to live the upright successful lifestyle that Allah, God, Subhana wa Ta’aala would be Proud of Insha’Allah. I am twenty years old and have attended school in California as well as my beautiful homeland of Palestine.  I have heard, seen, witnessed, helped, been a therapist and mentor for many teenagers and friends who have fallen into peer pressure that is so easy to get caught up in.  The American society is all about acceptance and popularity. Islam is Perfect, Muslims ARE NOT- we try our best to live up to everything the Quran, Holy Book of Islam, tells us but America does not agree to our morals.  So our teenagers and young adults know the good and bad, and what is wrong and right. They hear about it all their life from their parents and learn it not only through their religion but culture as well.  We are all born into sin, not only Muslims, but Christians, Jews, and every other human being in the face of this Earth. No one is perfect, not one body, mind or soul.  Honestly, sin can’t be ignored it is in our nature to sin and make mistakes and want to be accepted; so you may begin to drink alcohol, become a “Social-drinker” that America has now made a name for to make it sound acceptable, begin to date and have relationships because “Hey everyone else id doing it.” But then you tell your friends and fellow people you attend school with that you are Muslim. How does that make you look? How will your American friends interpret Islam if you are doing and acting as a non-Muslim non-believer? Again, I understand you live in America you want to be accepted and understood. You want to have friends and a crew of people to have fun with and make lasting memories with. But ask yourself, honestly ask yourself this Question: Are friends meant to let friends do harmful things to their bodies and emotionally destroy their personality and pride?

After that one sip of alcohol your friends convinced you to take or drug to inhale or whatever it is kids do these days, for five minutes, in that moment, you are “cool” a part of the team, one of the crowd. Everyone finally accepts you IN THAT MOMENT- okay ten minutes pass and you take yet another shot of whatever it is and you yet again get congratulated by your idiotic friends. Now what? You are one of them- Good Job! You, in that moment, are not a Muslim, Christian, Jew, Believer or anything for that matter. In fact, No one in that room IS- not your friends, not the bartender who is happily and willing you handing you every nasty smelly drink, not anyone touching and looking at the alcohol–no one is living to their morals and beliefs. Temptation has caught up to you and everyone in that room. You are all now intoxicated, not aware and in charge of your brain and actions. You begin lying, and talking shameful things and hurting someone’s feelings. You are now and forever will be judged. That alcohol isn’t just a “drink” it’s temptation and destruction to your whole life and career. You see my point? You live, we live, in a society that wants you to do things your religion does not agree with–THERE IS A REASON!

Islam is perfect, Muslims are NOT! I will be finding a Surah or Hadith that explains this in full detail but until then I will explain from what I have learned why I believe it is not okay in Islam to do any of the things discussed.

Islam doesn’t want you to drink because you become an entirely different person. You harm your mind, body, soul, and shorten your life. You are ten times more at risk to drunk driving and bad behaviour that you can’ even recall of when you wake up the next day Hung Over.  You drinking, put you at risk for death and you are never fully in touch with your emotions and body during this time. You can easily go kill someone and not even know you did it— and Islam does not want you doing that! Teens, listen to what your parents tell you as they scream and shout not to go to that party, and stay at your friends house— right now it seems like, “ughh my parents hate me they don’t want me to have fun ever it’s not fair,” but in 10 years when you look back and realize why you wanted to go and why your parents didn’t want you to go you will thank them! This is just one of hundreds of examples that many Muslim Teenagers living in America face daily. Many conform, others have been raised well and have obedience as well as self-control and their goal in this life is to please their parents and most importantly Allah, God, because they know as well as I that this life is temporary and Paradise is forever.

Relationships of the opposite gender are another very hot topic in Islam and American society today. Attending High School and College we all interact with the opposite sex. It’s normal, it’s mandatory we can’t prevent it- but we can do it wisely and only for school and educational purposes. In class, a teacher will tell you to partner up with a group of five people and work on projects in and out of class or else  you will fail. It’s how we learn and are meant to interact all through our educational years. So we do, we begin to laugh and joke, share our thoughts with woman and men and exchange e-mails to discuss the issues more in depth. That’s all fine and okay because it is for school no harm at all. Until you realize that this person is attractive because your friend pointed it out or made  a comment to spark your attention. Then your American friend tells you, “Oh my Gosh, you guys would be so cute together!” —Yes it has happened to you I know. Or you yourself have thoughts of wanting to have a relationship with the opposite gender and can’t get it out of your head it’s fine until you act upon those thoughts.  You in that moment laugh and think nothing of it because your American friend doesn’t know your parents or religion. You know that would never happen because A) it’s haram and B) you will probably get back handed and killed by your parents– not literally but you know what I mean! You know why, you get lectured about it since the day you are born that dating is haram- it isn’t what we MUSLIMS do. It is unacceptable because you are giving your emotion and time to a person that isn’t and may not be serious. You may get hurt emotionally or physically in the process and you aren’t guaranteed a happy ending you think you will get. Dating Fatma and that Yousef you can’t call and text girls and boys – and no we don’t do that- are are Muslimeen ok, unless you want to get Married to Khadija she is eighteen you wan to? Yes, I am referring to some skits done by Yousef Erakat also known as “FouseyTube” on YouTube. He put our lives on display to show and prove how we are human and make mistakes but still are like any other person even if we have different culture and religion.

It’s all life children– it is life– as you get older and go far away in college and eventually get married everything your parents have told you all your life will make sense. You then will one day be telling your own children not to do what your parents told you not to do! The irony and reality of dating is a tough topic to discuss and I will be posting more on this.

We live in a society where dating, drinking alcohol and doing drugs, and haram acts is acceptable but a Relgion and culture that has completely different thoughts. It is life and we live and learn and I hope to have brought enlightenment to someone reading this.

 

To be continued—–

 

  • Misoon S. Ghareeb