I am pleased to announce that I came second with The War Torn Child in Interpal’s poetry competition judged by the rapper Logic! 🙂
On Saturday night I was extremely honoured to host Masoom’s 7th Annual oriental themed, Glamour Night for charity in London. I met some very inspirational women who dedicate their time to providing orphan sponsorship, financial aid, emergency supplies, educational facilities and support to vulnerable women and children across Tanzania, Pakistan, Syria and Gaza as well as working within their local communities too.
From projects such as the ‘Brick by Brick’ initiative that has set up a mosque and school in Pakistan, to the ‘Stitch’ project which teaches sowing skills as a means of income for female prison inmates in Pakistan and Tanzania to lift them out of the cycle of poverty, to the Hifz Ul Quran initiative educating female orphans to the gaining of qualifications for widows at Mwanza college in Tanzania, to a school set up in the heart of Olive Tree refugee camp, to humanitarian work carried out in Gaza, this small NGO has relentlessly worked hard to make a positive difference in the world and I was very proud to be part of it.
The sisters dressed up in accordance with the theme and the night unravelled an auction, Chinese ribbon and fan dance, songs, martial arts demo, quizzes, poetry and pledges, all making for a riveting evening that helped raise money for the thousands of people in dire need right now! Please like the Facebook page and follow Masoom on Twitter or to keep up to date with their projects, visit the website on http://www.masoom.org.uk
Al Fatiha Global Winter Appeal – SYRIA!
Our Syrian Winter Appeal is now underway! We are distributing winter clothing, including Coats, Hats, Gloves, Abayas, Hijabs and Boots. With only £36, you too can provide #WinterPacks in Syria.
Make a difference & Donate today at: http://www.AlFatihaGlobal.com
“Whoever guides someone to virtue will be rewarded equivalent to him who practices that good action.” (Muslim)
Encourage others towards these good deeds, share with your family and friends and together lets keep Syria warm this Winter..
Today while the sun’s out and the heat is scorching,
while the sky’s blue and the birds are singing,
while the Blackpool tower can be seen on the pier,
where the colourful huts match the numerous deck chairs,
I’m going to take you for a walk.
Past the fish and chip shops you’re used to,
the fruit machines and rock that takes ages to chew,
past the pleasure rides and the noisy seagulls,
the rowdy children hiding in the pirate ship’s hull
and all the people sat bathing under the sun,
to a different beach across our shores
and you’re going to question me about this tour.
Like why there are no birds flying above this sea,
and why the beach seems so lifeless and empty.
Why the only towers you can see for miles
are inhabited by soldiers speckling the scene with gunfire.
Why the naval ships across the sea
are ready for battle – waiting for an enemy.
You’ll ask why there’s an acrid stench in the air
and why the fisherman’s huts have disappeared.
Why the bunting looks like shark teeth cutting across us both
and why the smoke and sand are making us choke.
You’ll ask me as I hold tight to your hand,
what the broken doll-like figures are in the sand.
You’ll ask me why they’re grey and unmoving,
and I’ll desperately try to tell you something soothing
That these were not four boys playing footie on the beach
That they had not tried to run to avoid the second shell’s reach
Propelled at them through naval ships of the occupied
No, these are not the little boys who died!
Ill try and say, that they had not left their parents that day
telling them they’ll see them later, when they’d finished their play,
that they had not been laughing, joking- soaking up the sun,
that now their parents will never see them run,
through the fisherman huts,
or collecting crabs and seashells.
Instead Muhammed, Ismail, Ahed and Zakariyah will do this now, in Heaven’s realm.
You’ll see me try and console a father’s broken heart
and I will try to hold it together, but I can’t even start
to contemplate how that father must feel,
when he opens a plastic bag he carries, to reveal
the remains of what is left of his beautiful little boy.
You ask me why this journey has taken us ages,
and I’ll tell you to be patient for wisdom comes in stages.
I’ll explain that some people can only go so far,
and that there are numerous blockades, borders – outsiders are barred.
We are blinded, fed lies with veils around our hearts,
But the good arm themselves with knowledge to impart!
And when that happens, compassion transcends all restrictions-
Sees no colour, no religion, no creed, no race, no categorisations.
You only have to feel, Son, and put yourself in their shoes,
for one day this tragedy could happen to you.
‘They came for them in the morning, they’ll come for us in the night!’
Those that appear mighty, my Son, are not always right.
Open up your eyes, be receptive to the truth,
that Palestine will be free one day, and our patience WILL bear fruit…….
© Hafsah Aneela Bashir
Rafeef Ziadah ‘We teach life, sir!’