تناقضات

( عقل تعود الكتابة بالأجنبية يجرب الخربشة بالعربية لأول مرة...عذراً مسبقا على أي أخطاء)

في ظل الفساد تتفاقم العبادات
و مع الرقابة الفكرية تنشل الانسانية
ما أصبح الفرق اﻵن
بين محكمة جنائية و محكمة إلهية
الا مخيلة واسعة
كل واحد منهم يحسب نفسه منزل من عند ربه
فقط لكونه مبجل لدى عشيرته 
تكرر الفتوى
كالأسعار بسوق الخضرة
و تلك العقول النامية تمتصها من غير تصفية
حقيقة، ما هي توقعاتك
من قوم أطاحوا بالجاهلية
فقط ليتخذوا عقلية جاهلة
سئمنا تناقضات
ناس حافية الأقدام تحارب غير خاشية المهازيم
و ناس على الشرفات تحتسي القهوة و تقرأ الفناجين
عقول تنادي بالحرية و العلمانية و الشفافية
و أخرى تناسبها ركعات محسوبة و مواعظ مقلوبة و تحرشات جنسية
اسألني عن أصلي و فصلي و سأروي لك الحكاية
من بداية الى نهاية
لكن أرجوك لا تحدثني عن نظريات داروينية أو ماركسية
و اسألني عن عقيدتي و سوف أتلو لك أي سورة بكل قراءاتها المختلفة
لكن من فضلك لا تكلمني عن عهد عبد الناصر
و معنى القومية العربية

The Arabs

We used to be mighty
Now we wear servility on our sleeves
We used to be savvy
Until we traded Abdel Nasser for Mursi
We used to be scientists and academics
But lately, ignorance has enveloped us like a slow setting disease
Our historical timeline was so diverse!
There was that one time we warded off crusaders
That other time we were vagabonds in deserts
And then that time again when we became reputed businessmen & traders

We used to be innovators
Look at us now
A bunch of sorry imitators 
How does that happen to a people that had once established a House of Wisdom?

They're under the false impression that their Spring 
Will restore their long-lost title as kings
But so far it's proven to be nothing but a mourning ring
Grown, virile men weeping over their brothers & fathers
The most revered figure of resistance has become "The Martyr" 
Mothers dig tiny holes to serve as graves
For their cherubic, now lifeless, babes

We used to be united under the umbrella of one faith
No one thought we'd ever see the day
When bombs doubled as calls to prayer
And religious paradigmatic heroes morphed into slayers

Ours is a tale of sordid rise and fall
But mostly falls
In this feat, it is safe to say we have surpassed all
It's ok, don't look so annoyed
We can still reminisce about our enduring magnificent past
On our one-way ticket out of this place
With our foreign passports 

#LifeofaMuslimFeminist

After an evanescent period of epiphany and two splendid literary pieces

I find myself yet again 

Returning to the place where sun rays do not disseminate into creases

I keep wondering, day in, day out

What it means to be a woman

In a day and age

Where some cunts are pierced

While others are mutilated by matrons on the streets

Where menstruals arrive

Like a death sentence

Nine months are spent in hope and anticipation

That the fetus within 

Will be rightly "equipped"

For his patriarchal coronation

Which is sure to be a most joyous occasion

Accompanied by shrieking unanimous ululations 

Legs are spread wide open

The doctor announces “It’s a girl”

Never mind progress here

You know that at least a part of her character, if not all, will be stolen

Why do we have to choose between being Muslims and being feminists?

My back can no longer withstand the load

Of bearing titles such as a “libertine atheist”

All because I refuse to believe that this faith

This faith of MINE

Erects pedestals of righteousness

For men who only think with their erections

They keep violently imposing on me

A disillusioned faith

That is measured

By what covers my hair and the top of my waist

I want

No I NEED

More heroic religious shes

And maybe just a little less festering beards

You see, in my Utopia of broken dreams

Faith is as what is chanted by whirling Sufis

They say, “Ours is not a caravan of despair”

They say, “Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again”

I am a woman

I am a Muslim

I am a feminist

Come, walk a mile in my shoes

Then I wonder if you’ll keep fictionalizing my burdens and struggles

Which I have long ago learned to live with and accept

As my eternally damned truths.

Sarah Maple "Badass Muslimahs"