I hear voices through the rain
It’s not the wind roaring
They sound like cries of help
From another domain
And I don’t know if I’m
Going insane
Or simply listening
With every cell in my being
I see trails the raindrops
Have left
On my window pane
Like teardrops flowing
On a pretty face
Shed in vain
And I wonder
Has a cloud been carrying
Sadness from miles away
Over skies of grey
Releasing the anger
In a violent hurricane
I wonder
Why do I see all this beauty
But still remember pain?
He made me from soil
He shaped me with His Hands
So I’d remain humble
So I may remember how much He loves me
So I may never lose sight of who I am
Though a sinner at times, I’m mostly human
He gave me a soul
My soul is but a Breath of His soul
So I’d remain elevated
So I may remember how much I love Him
So I may never lose sight of home
Though I know to Whom I belong, I’m mostly human
Image credit: Ireland-based Polish painter Tomasz Alen Kopera
http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/tomasz-alen-kopera-surreal-paintings
MOTHER
M is for every “Moment” you cherished for me
O is for every “Obligation” you fulfilled with glee
T is for the “Time” you spent ensuring I’m happy
H is for the “Home” you built on love and mercy
E is for all the “Efforts” I can’t thank you for enough
R is for the “Responsibility” you have taken with love
MOTHER you’re a gift sent from Heaven Above
Regret … is the words
You can’t take back after they’re said
Regret … is the aftermath
Of a rush of blood to the head
Regret … is all the chances
You didn’t dare to take
Regret … is all the decisions
You were too afraid to make
Regret … is the price you pay
For all your thoughtless mistakes
Regret … is how I feel
Everytime I hear your name
Regret …. is my consciousness regained
And facing your truth again
Regret …so intense it feels like a heartattack
Regret …. is all the tears
That won’t bring my love back
Just when your soul is craving some answers, you come across all sorts of signs that lead you back to the place where your heart first found real peace. Today it came in the form of a song I heard by chance. This amazing ballad is sung by British singer Sami Yusuf. Today I’d like to share a video for the first time on my blog. I hope that when you hear this song you’d feel uplifted and empowered.
For those who don’t know Sami Yusuf, he is a British singer-songwriter, composer, producer and multi-instrumentalist musician of Iranian Azerbaijani descent, who was born in Tehran, Iran. His real name Siamal Baranjan (Radmanesh).
In 2003, Yusuf released his first album “Al-Mu`allim” at the age of 23. He released his second album “My Ummah” in 2005. In October 2010, Yusuf’s third official album “Wherever You Are” was launched. Sami calls his genre of music “Spiritique”. “Salaam” is his fourth album, that was released on 22 December 2012. On 12 September 2014, Yusuf’s fifth official album “The Center” was released. In January 2015, Sami Yusuf’s sixth official album “Songs of the Way” was released.
Believing that music can be a “powerful medium to promote ideas and establish dialogue within society”, he coalesced Eastern percussive instrumentation and Western melodies in “Al-Mu’allim” with a focus on the English and Arabic languages. His song “Supplication” was used in the Golden-Globe award-nominated film, “The Kite Runner”. Though the album was described as a “project to define British Muslim identity” in a post 9-11 period — with explicitly religious themes praising the Prophet Mohammad and God in songs like “The Creator” and “Ya Mustafa” — it reached the ears of unexpectedly diverse range of listeners, constituting of various nationalities, ages, and races. Many more successful albums and singles followed since.
Source: Wikipedia
In this track “Dryer Land” from his fourth album “Salaam” (Peace) he collaborates with father Babak Radmanesh to present a soulful heartfelt song about repentence and seeking refuge in God. The song has English and Persian (Farsi) lyrics which you’ll find in the Youtube video’s description box.
I hope you enjoy these moving lyrics as much I did. Have an empowering day 💪🏻
There’s blood on the pavements
Blood on the streets
Hot blood splattered
On autumn-chilled concrete
Blood on faces
You thought you’d never meet
Until one day they’re famous
Not for any special feat
But for being survivors
Of a heinous deed
An orphaned child, a corpse with no identity
A widowed mother, a torn family
What will it take
To save a grieving country?
Will this state of mourning
Ever cease?
Blood has become a familiar scene
On every news on every screen
Whether you’re going about your way
Or you sell your soul to a political party
Martyrdom is an unescapable collective destiny
One day you’re alive, the next you’re some casualty
Blood is cheap, or so it seems
Villains claim responsibility
For their bloodshed games
But the crimes go unpunished
And are merely shamed
There’s blood on hands
We never get to see
Blood stains on our nation’s fabric
Weaved with sectarian hostility
It’s beyond comprehension
How we never learn from history
Perhaps a half-ton of TNT
Is enough spark to ignite our short-lived unity
Perhaps the sight of gushing blood
Would break the silence of our complacency
Not long before we go back to our comfortably numbing routine
I am a real parent
And by real I don’t mean
I’m a perfect know-it-all
Whose got everything under control
I am a real parent
Because I’m the parent
Who doesn’t hide her shortcomings
And is not ashamed of her failures
And, boy, are they many
Somedays I’m bulletproof
Somedays I hit the roof
I always wonder where I’ve gone wrong
I question the little voice inside that tells me what to do
Sometimes I go through the day
Without even realizing
That I barely prayed for my little ones
I am a real parent
And by real I mean
That I’m human
Not that model with her babies
On a magazine cover
Whose flat-tire belly has been photo-tucked
Whose skin’s flawless
And brows neatly plucked
I’m none of those
Because I chose
To be a real parent
Dark-circles and all
I am a real parent
And by real I mean
I cry at night when no one sees
And wake up the next day stronger than I can be
I am a real parent
And you’d better beware
I watch out for my children
Like a wolf watching for hers
I’m always weaving plans
To get better at this parenting game
And I know I can
One day a door slammed shut
And I thought I lost the keys to the lock
I started looking in other people’s pockets
I searched for all the wrong tools to unlock it
I cried, I screamed, my heart filled with woe
Where could they be, I just didn’t know
Until one day I found out
About pockets I didn’t uncover
They were my own, why didn’t I even bother?
So I rushed to the door that closed one day
But I realized the lock has been changed
So I cried once more
And my heart was sore
Over all the dreams lying behind that door
But I still have that set of keys in hand
Perhaps one day I’ll understand
That those dreams were never meant for me
And I’d have to look for the lock to my keys
Sadness has no beginning and no end
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