Muslim Men

Muslim men you dream of paradise,

Helping at mosques with your kids and wives.

You work long hours for bread and butter,

You help with schoolwork, your son and daughter.

Muslim men you dream of paradise,

At Ramadan you’re hosting grand iftars.

May Allah bless your family with happiness,

May Allah grant your children true success.

Muslim men you dream of paradise,

May you have it, with your kids and wives.

But some of you are a blot of shame,

Cowardly men hiding behind Islamic fame.

You work long hours for bread and butter,

Then beat your wives, in front of son and daughter.

You’re only hosting grand iftars during Ramadan,

Your fasting women work in the house and kitchen!

Allah sees what you hide from everyone else,

Etched into a book of deeds, sit your vicious sins.

You brutal men you dream of paradise,

So keep dreaming, dream of paradise!

Abeer S Najaf Parkar

14-Oct-11

~ In support of Rumana Manzur & October, Domestic Violence Awareness Month~

Goodnight!

Some thoughts keep us from sleeping at night,

Unforgettable memories, a bunch of good times.

Before closing our eyes, we’re already dreaming,

Of beautiful castles, roses and prince charming.

Have we become delusional or forgot to grow up?

MASH is gone, now phone bills, food we count up.

It was always house, doctor, cops we’d be playing,

Now it’s real, “wanna go back” is what we’re crying.

We didn’t have to fit in or have the perfect body,

The best love was a night kiss and hug from mommy.

We dreamt of growing, now we dream of returning,

Dude, we just got dumber as our brains kept growing.

Thought poop was disgusting? Now there’s politics,

In your jobs, family, government, it stinks and reeks!

This was your dream, welcome to your future,

Now go to sleep, where the dreams are much better.  

~This poem is the original work of Abeer Saeed Parkar, composed on 29th May, 2011 at 3:20 a.m. Do not copy, she has studied Media Law and will drag you to court!~

Stay

So much truth in your eyes,

I see faith, I see no lies.

You’re beautiful in every way,

Your beauty asks me to stay.

So much worry in your voice,

I hear promise, I hear no vice.

You’re comforting in every way,

Your comfort asks me to stay.

So much peace in your arms,

I feel care, I feel no harm.

You’re loving in every way,

Your love asks me to stay.

If I couldn’t see it, I would hear.

Or feel the love, if I couldn’t hear.

Your love defines purity,

Continuously enchanting me.

Drawing me closer every day,

So here I am, I’m here to stay.

By: Abeer Parkar

For: You know who :) 

On: 04-Sept-2011

Sea

The sea knows all my pains,

The sea has heard all my screams,

I kick at the waves rushing my way.

The sea has seen the worst of me,

The sea has seen the best of me,

I share my secrets with her every day.

When you laugh at me together,

When you make me cry longer,

The sea snatches my tears away!

The more you people ridicule me,

The closer I am to my loyal sea,

Every scoff from you sends me away.

I freely race along the open shore,

In salty air till I can breathe no more,

Paradise for now, I’m compelled to stay.

Abeer Parkar

12-Sept-2011

Muslim Me

I've set my mind on what I want to, what I need to do.

I'm a Muslim, I'm a woman.

I'm not oppressed, by my father, brother or husband.

I choose to wear my hijab and everything else I do.

Don't judge my story by my appearance.

Don't assume I didn't go past high school.

Nobody forced me into marriage.

Nobody’s forcing me to bear a child or two.

I’m a Muslim, I’m a woman.

I’m not oppressed by my God, people or religion.

I’m a Muslim, I’m a woman.

I’m free when I wear the hijab.

I’m free when I go to school.

I’m free when I have a job.

I’m free when I'm a wife.

I’m a Muslim, I’m a woman.

I’m only oppressed by your misconception.

Abeer Saeed Parkar

23-Sep-11

Mississauga, Ontario

Canada

~I wrote this poem out of inspiration and in support of Kenza Drider, French Presidential candidate.~