Adhan


Oh Bilal,
I wonder,
if that stone placed upon your chest,
an act of barbarity,
to stifle your tongue,
from mentioning The One, The One,
to suffocate your breath,
didn’t in fact give you lungs,
didn’t in fact expand your breast.

No stone, nor mountain,
would in future find more peace,
and tremble with love and awe,
than by hearing your voice,
And have your breath between them soar.

God made that stone and every stone, subservient to your Ruh,
your Reeh,
your zephyr that passes between your teeth,
from the well within,
far too deep,
for the materialist minds,
for the societal sheep,
to do anything but misunderstand,
but a thousand years and a thousand more,
still makes every believer weep.

W.E.

Bilal Ibn Rabah, was the first African to become a Muslim.
He suffered tremendously for his pronouncement of faith.
At a time where the Meccan dignitaries were oppressing anyone, be they of nobility or a layman, the punishment endured by Bilal was nothing short of an extension and proof of the putridness that lay within them, the barbarity and hostility they had towards anyone who professed to believe in One God.

Bilal’s would go on to become one of the most infamous rebellion stories.
A slave to wealthy Meccans, upon hearing the call to believe in one God, the equality of men and women before God that Islam espoused, Bilal defied his owners and would not whip Ammar bin Yassir when asked to make an example out of him. So instead, his owner and the rest of Mecca decided to make an example out of Bilal.

They whipped and punished him, dragged him around town with rope around his neck, even dipped him in boiling water, and still, Bilal could only echo ‘Ahadun, Ahad’, – The One, The One. Two syllables that would enrage the Meccans who wanted him to denounce one God and instead worship and acknowledge their many gods.

Umayyah ibn Khalaf, became enraged, being the owner of Bilal, he set about from the start to orchestrate all the punishment. Finally he had a stone brought forward which took four men to lift and placed it upon Bilals chest. Defiantly, Bilal would not succumb, ‘Ahadun, Ahad’, The One, The One.

It was at this time Abu Bakr, paid for Bilals freedom, when Ummayy had realised he could no longer have any use for him, he thought, being the materialist oppressor he was, that the money is better than a ‘useless’ slave.

Bilal was bought off and set free by Abu Bakr.

Upon hearing his story, the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) became extremely fond of Bilal.

Bilal would go on to be the official Mu’adhen (caller) to prayer. The Prophet Muhammad preferred him over anyone else because of his sincerity and piercing voice.

So here we have a man, thought of as nothing, a former slave who was persecuted and tortured by the Meccans, now calling the prayer for all Muslims.
His call, which he saw in a dream, has become the only call to be recited by all Muslims around the world 1430 years later.

Bilal lived out his life alongside the Prophet Muhammad and the companions until the day came when the Prophet (peace be upon him), passed from this world.
Bilal was making the call to prayer and upon reaching the part mentioning the Prophet, broke down inconsolably. He finally finished the call but couldn’t bare to be around the place where the Prophet’s scent still lingered, and joined the convoy of Muslims heading to Damascus and settled there.

One night, he saw the Prophet (peace be upon him), in his dreams who asked him ‘Oh Bilal, why is it that you don’t visit me?’ Upon waking, Bilal immediately packed his belongings and set for Madinah.

Upon arriving, he was greeted by Al Hassan and Al Hussayn (God be well pleased with them), the noble grand children of the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). Bilal had a deep fondness for them, because they were so dear to the Prophet. So when they requested he make adhan for prayer, he could not refuse their wish.

Upon initiating the call, suddenly Madinah and all its inhabitants fell into shock. For a moment, they reminisced, they were all taken and thought that the Prophet Muhammad had returned and began crying and coming out into the streets, rushing to the central prayer mosque. Upon arriving the joy was apparent on everyone’s faces, it wasn’t the Prophet, but it was his beloved companion and preferred caller to prayer, Bilal. This was the last time Bilal would call the prayer in Madinah.

Bilal would eventually return to Damascus where he passed away.

His story reminds us today that no matter the persecution, God always has a plan far grander than any punishment oppressors can dish out.

From the chains of slavery, Bilal became the echo on every Muslims lips, five times a day at the minimum, reminding them of God, calling them to prayer, calling them to success, calling them to establishment and rectitude of their affairs, reminding them to reconcile, admit error, improve ones affairs and repent from evil or wrong doing. To ask for forgiveness, and to beg pardon. To have thanks and gratitude for fortune and misfortune, knowing well, whatever lay in stall for them, is of the wisdom and knowledge of their maker.

W.E.

*Ruh – Soul
*Reeh – Subtle breeze or zephyr

freedom

freedom

Freedom;
tastes like a sandwich at recess when you’re six,
a breath waking from unconsciousness,
like a kiss from an ex who takes you back,
a child’s voice asking for help with their homework,
before you swallow a blade.

It’s staring fear in the face and letting it beat you,
it can’t rob you twice,
once your bravery is gone,
it will stop picking on you.

It’s spending everything you have,
content to receive nothing you want.

It’s waking at two a.m.
depriving yourself of sleep,
just to taste the crickets song on your lips.

Freedom sounds like the wail of a cello,
the longing of it’s string to be touched,
so it can arch the body of aged wood,
to the ear of heaven.

-Wesam El dahabi

Ransom for freedom – 4

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rAcisM is a woRd inocuLAted
iNtO
SocIetY via an
atTenuAted diseAsE
OF seManTics.
cAll iT wHat It is yoU fUcKing
cOwaRds!
WhItE supReMacY

-W.E.

The reflex action has occurred. Through their deceptive means, they have failed miserably to introduce a code of politically correct and harmonious vocabulary to suit the vernacular of public dialogue.

Instead of being honest through public space which is ironic since their books and literature are wrought with open frankness about their supremacist ideals, instead, they water down concepts to make them palatable, to occupy you with the mundane so that the toxic reality is ignored.

So we have the minority privileged, ironically ineffectively lacklustre in their life struggles, get motivated to tell an idiot on a train, ‘Hey that’s racism’, when they are picking on a woman of colour or race who doesn’t fit the pop culturally defined spectrum of supposed normality.
They are then paraded as a hero or heroine because someone has a phone and a Youtube account and a morning show needs clicks on their Facebook page.

The proper action would have been to take a bat to that persons head until you show him who is a minority and who is a majority, but that’s not PC enough. Until you bleed ‘racism’ out of his sinews and he is drained of it, like a blood letting of the demon it is!

The irony is people of colour and race are over seventy percent of the world if not more, that is if we want to go by the shitty standards of exclusivity and superiority of man as espoused by Darwinian gobbledygook.

White America, White Australia, White England and to some degree parts of White Europe.

That’s all they are…..

They’re diminishing because their illness is infatuation of self. They’re so enthralled with their pale reflection that they have forgotten the reality of life which is to procreate.

They prattle about natural selection through their devotion to Charles and his cesspool of a diseased mind and toxic soul and oh my God they are right, natural selection has them falling like flies as you cannot reproduce anywhere near the rate of the fertile world of colour and race. Oh the irony. Nature indeed has a way of filtering the bad ones out.
They’ve been taxed of the ability to procreate and breed and are naturally dying off. So they’ve created these plans of Eugenics to kill off other races.

Innocent people around the world, of colour, of race, of history of foundation of civilizations all to the slaughter to serve their fetishes.

You name it, they’ve created a way. Wars, food, sanctions, vaccinations, theft, pillage, murder, water contamination and more. They continue to perpetuate any means necessary to ensure they remain in power.

I don’t like to refer to human beings as dogs, but in this case, every dog has its day and their day is grand, it is coming.

It should be without disclaimer that people don’t get their knickers in a knot and comprehend who these accusations are against. They are directed at the elitist predators who control most of the world despite their minority. It is directed at the infantile and juvenile minded of supremacist supporters even though they in and of themselves are considered inferior by the true elitist. The true slaves of these elitists are the ones who in and of themselves are at the low end of the socio-economic spectrum, at best middle class and still side with the mantra of white supremacy whether directly or subconsciously through their laziness of mind, and emptiness of soul.

Take for instance this latest heart stopper, The Revenant being heralded as this amazing movie. I had one thing scurrying my mind throughout the whole movie. Fucking genocidal sons of bitches! The movie is nothing short of breathtaking when it comes to scenery and acting, particularly of Leonardo, but it is nothing short of a disaster of a storyline.
Boring as fuck, lame, repeated, watered down, dishonest and another stab at the intelligence of humans, or what is left of it. A coy and pompous exaltation of what it means to be a white supremacist. Mix in a little PC friendly storyline and you have The Revenant. There, hardly a spoiler but at least if you haven’t seen it, you will now watch with a bit more of an open mind instead of like the zombie that is expected.

Like clockwork, yesterday Leonardo gives a speech and my thoughts come to fruition. ‘……and lastly I want to share this award with all the first nations people represented in this film and all the indigenous communities around the world. It is time that we recognise your history and that we protect your indigenous lands from corporate interests and people that are out there to exploit them. It is time that we heard your voice and protected this planet for future generations…’

So conveniently said in his Armani suit, treated hair and ageless skin in front of his other privileged entourage of supporters. A day of toil in the land wouldn’t do him harm, a month, two, three maybe a year of living with these people day in and day out might have made his performance even better. But that’s exactly what it was, a performance, like his speech. Robotic, mechanical, scripted and emotionally void. He is an actor amongst many. Easy it is to prattle the social pedigree of expected comfort words in the expected time,walk on with grace Leo.

And on that note I leave you, take a long hard look at yourself. Let’s be frank, you’re an actor/ess. You prattle the social expectancies in public but are easily away from the uncomfortable realities. You bite your tongue from saying what you want and think because it is not colloquial etiquette but you mean something else with your behaviour and deeper beliefs.

You want to recognise indigenous people and protect the planet? Easy, stop killing everyone. Stop stealing resources, stop your eugenics programs  and for the love of humanity stop prattling your bullshit in schools and give it back! Simple.

-W.E.

Ransom for freedom – 3

ransomed for freedom - 3

It’s your body, do what you want with it, put whatever pill or drug you want into it but the rulings been out for over a hundred years.
It’s just good that we now have more means to spread truth than yesteryear when an aristocracy controlled everything.

How anyone in their right mind can sweep under the rug the dark history of vaccinations, how they can be washed over with amnesia to only recent occurrings is beyond me.

The science is completely opposite of what is espoused in trained parroted and dogmatic literature of the predatory elite.
Edward Jenner, the father of vaccinations killed all his maids when trying to prove his vaccination theories, ironically of which his predecessor Louis Pasteur abandonned. Louis, unlike Edward was actually a scientist, a doctor. Edward was just a dairy farmer with no medical or science training. Alas, a good business man. Ruthless to be exact.

This did not deter him from selling the lie to the British Govt.
This also did not deter the British Govt from seeing a wider future that serves their Eugenics needs. They learned to attenuate diseases enough to not kill people but to contaminate them enough to make them ill, dumb them down and weaken their spirits.

People under control make a better, manoeuvrable population. The ones that die off are collateral damage that serve the population control demands according to their logic.

Fast forward over a hundred years and nothing has changed. The advances in science and delivery mean that they can extend the damage into later life and switch it on to leverage into other ailments and treatment, specifically cancer, the most lucrative market of them all.

The DNA damage is immediate and lifelong. People have not experienced the beauty of robust and real health and assume the walking zombie of a population we now have is what normalcy is. It is not, it is a weakened, dumbed down version of human that the majority is familiar with.
Familiarisation is comfort. Comfort is laziness. Laziness is passive and passivity is laxity.

On and on can the trespassing continue into your life until you own none of it.
Ask yourself why in an age where most diseases are literally non existent is the western side of the world being bombarded with media mantra promoting an increase in vaccination, and in some countries forcing people to do it or bribing them through financial coercion?

Follow the dots, and don’t be a pawn.

It’s your body, your mind, your soul. Don’t let anyone tell you how to own them.

 

-W.E.

Ransom for freedom – 2

ransomed for freedom - 2

 

thE cUrreNcy foR truTh IS

dIsComfort,
Pay uP!

-W.E.

If you don’t like the price, don’t complain about the quality.

‘You get what you pay for’ is what is widely understood.

Truth is no exception to the rule. The price is high, the demands are severe.
Are you willing to give up comfort for it?

So many people will let the kidnappers go on, and on, and on……

One truth at a time, stolen until your whole life is a lie.

-W.E.

Ransom for freedom – 1

ransomed for freedom - 1

 

 

oF Slavery,
yoU know but nAught,
eXcept thE doGma,
tHaT you’re taught
dRowning in ignorAnce,
sEvereD frOm thouGht
froM your incepTion,
Ransomed & bOughT
-W.E.

And ripen to your age of discernment,
Philosophising your ways through cafe’s.
Oh the intellectual marvel you are,
Surfing humanitarian waves.

But is it really you?
Did you devote your being to the dwelling of caves and work by candle light?
Did you abandon the world and any inkling of influence to arrive at your thoughts and who you are?
Or are you like the rest of us, joined at the hip to hipsterism?

I suspect the later. We’re shackled to the chains of environmental influence and what we think is individualism is usually cool conformism.  There isn’t one type of normality, but several. People take their pick as they feel comfortable. I prefer to dwell the edges of discomfort and abnormal.

This series of poems, anecdotes, musings, short stories and so on will dubbed the ‘Ransom for freedom’ series and will take a look at some of these issues surrounding us as humans. I hope you enjoy them and more than anything, challenge me, I am not perfect, I am but one person, perhaps on to something, perhaps way off. It’s kind of you to steer me back, even to my own track if so.

-W.E.

The sacrifice of Being

metobe

For Me to Be, I had to
allow you to consume
            – my humanity
        -W.E.

How do I live free? The price is not something most are willing to pay.

You’ll have to settle for being called crazy. You’ll have to settle for being looked at with disgust.  You’ll have to have have a spine a mind and an attachment to the divine.

Your skin will need to be thick, your bones strong and robust and jaw solid because they will steal years from you, claw at your appearance and try to squander your character with battering rams.

To them you’re mad, sad, a little bad and on most days a nomad.

You can’t have time for broken hearts, they’re for panderists and you don’t want anyone’s sympathy.

They won’t allow your You.
They want their You, so lose your human attributes, become an it, they, them, this, they’re or some other, become anything but who you are and they’ll let you be.

Just don’t be you, because if you are, the pain of them realising that they can’t Be, will gnaw at them until they won’t let you Be either.

Point in all, you have to lose your humanity, seem a little odd, be a label of some sort, dust it off and accept freedom.