"BUT WHAT IS THE TRUTH?"

But what is the truth?... And the truth about this question is very simple. Although humanity has traveled far and wide with this question and have made this question soo poetic, it still remains very simple.  To answer "but what is the truth?' is to distinguish fact vs. opinion. 
In opinion, your truth can be different than my truth. 
Our individual truths come in a form of a cradle to our ears and reality when it knocks on the door and saves the day in our individual struggles. 
Our individual truth becomes even more evident when one feeling begins to validate the other and begin validating the world around us because that is the shade of lenses we've chosen to wear.
But what I want to ask is " what kind of truth can validate your shade of lenses and then allow you to still see that same validation as part of actually reality after taking them off?" 
But as if looking into a blinding light for so long then looking elsewhere, for some who are stubborn will only still see spots of the same blinding light and not actual reality. 
Witnessing self evident miracles in any religion or belief is very common. A Buddhist, Muslim, Christian,  Jewish etc etc, even a satan worshiper could swear by their God that they've felt the truth in very so often life saving mannerisms.
But now FACT, which is defined as something that is proven not only by self truth but in various ways and time and time again in variety of not only opinions but pure evidences in a shared reality ... is truth. 
Islam is the only religion / way of life that says " Here is the truth and you are challenged to go prove otherwise. Go prove that it is not true. And when you have finished your circling you would have witnessed that this is the truth" It is one of the only religion/way of life that constantly ask
humanity to think, to reflect. It plays the past for us as a reminder for learning purposes. Like an investigation it challenges our intellect by saying " take the case of.. in the case of..." 
Islam encourages knowledge, inquiry, and questioning of most questions that the human mind can comprehend. 
People have compared and challenged it in math, science, history, literature, and social justices. Even have put it to the test of comparing it to all religions. And with each religion the words of islam have been mentioned.  In each subject, conversation and religion islam was there as truth and fact vs. opinion. 
So to answer, "but what is the truth?".. How about looking towards islam- a way of life that has been validated as truth in everything thus far?  And as they say it's 90% proven in science and every time science disagrees about something within Islam science then progresses and then agrees later on...
So what about Islam? At least taking a chance to learn about it and getting rid of ignorance.. Then ask yourself can anything else be as validated in a our shared reality as much as Islam has been in all conversations and evidences of life?

Critical questions and thought provoking conversations in ISLAM

        

FROM THE COEXISTENCE SERIES: W/O MAN

Please be advised that this event with whom I am talking with is not a true event

What started out as a girl’s night out turned into a pitied cheers for as to how our dialog had disintegrated to this suggestive statement.  Spanning over time, transforming into every space and jumping over hurdles, this is statement is one hardheaded one that has inevitably reached us and our time.

Speaking of time, we just sat there looking at each other as if there was no time in existence but only to say this: “ You, WOMAN, W slash O , with out man. “ I, and she ”You! WOMAN, W slash O with out man!”  And we “how? ..but why?”

Well, might “I” suggest a story as to how that happened if you could recall? “Keep going..” she says.

When your legs were spread far apart from east to west enveloping the world in motherhood and it crawled out full of light to the world, what did you do the first time it decided not to nibble at your chest but to savage at them really hard in protest and disrespect to you?  Well, what I remember is that you then held in the pain, and laughed.

And now he is thirty something years old still pulling and nibbling at your chest and not only disrespecting you but also savaging at the world. He wears his grown man diaper that you and only you of course change only when there’s a really bad complaint.  I know, I get it.  His father couldn’t do any wrong, so he can’t do any wrong. They are the center of your world.

….. Didn’t we invent this? Didn’t we invent “that”?  Woman without man, as if to say we are missing something. Like we are missing ourselves entirely because weren’t we created from the rib of the man? And some might say  “well that just means we don’t need the man!”  Yea  like 1960’s/70’s American feminism. Hmm maybe we should think some parts of that over again. Like, I could wear a short skirt that shows exactly what my mom taught and gave to me because I feel liberated, but is that what it really means?

I was once walking home from work leaving the L train, underground when this hipster man pulled up from behind me with his hipster girlfriend/wife or whatever. He stared me down in disgust and then looks at his girlfriend and flicks her hair in passionate sarcasm. I guess in response to my hijab.

Because I wasn’t showing what she was showing. As if to say I had none.  However, the only thing I didn’t have was a free of cost sign that read ‘come and lick me.”

Dear woman, the only difference between a wrapped candy bar and an open one is that he has to put some work into opening the warped one or even purchase it before. And believe me all the candies will get eaten anyway.

In Islamic narrations about how Adam met Hawa (Eve), they say Adam was first lonely and longed for company. Allah then, gave him a gift of Hawa (Eve) to ease his loneliness and to give him tranquility. This certain point was brought up by a famous Imam as he says “Do we men treat women as gifts?” “ Do you women treat yourselves and each other in that high regard?’

And we are now all at a certain age and there’s nothing wrong with that.  There is nothing wrong with being this age and not being in a relationship. 2/1-ratio woman to man in the world and it’s a problem. When 2/1 should be a celebration for the gift that the world has. Of how much we can come together to help each other and to give to the world. But 2/1 in New York…is no good.

And today is sales day too, I’m sure. He’s asking me for the same price you gave him and I must be crazy for how high I go because SPOILERS, he’s already seen THAT.  And the market is so easy he could even purchase one full price and get the second one half off.

Hey have you seen current events?  The successful man says to the news reporter “ I love my woman! Indeed behind every successful man is a strong woman. “ but hey, maybe you can say this with me. We all know the saying is true behind every successful man is a woman but in front of him in distance might be a successful mistress.

How about we play the numbers game?  Of “ guess who’s in the dark when the lights shut off “… Is she 20, 18, 15?  Errrrrr! Wrong! She is 10, no she is 4.. DING! DING! DING!

You see, because my cause is your cause and my affect is your affect. And this is not just another deep end speech. This is current events.  But how many times have you opened up the news paper and actually cried out then go right back to taking another selfie? But then how many selfies would it take to see us, all of us in it?

“ In  the name of Allah most gracious, most merciful, SAY: HE is Allah, the one and only, Allah, the eternal, absolute, He begetteth not , nor is he begotton, and there is none like unto him.”  And therefor if this point is missed SubahanAllah…. Then we can start right where we left off with a pitied “cheers” of why we can be spelled W/O  without man.

To him, the man, we are all the same. Sorry I know, it hurts. He might of told you something else. But we are aren’t we? And if we are then why are we not…together?

I know its not entirely us to blame and I know individuality is a God naming game these days. That’s great because I like your style. Can I borrow your clothes? And this might sound sick but can I borrow your rib? You know that infamous one?  Because we may all look different on the outside but we are all the same on the inside.

Monday Tuesday dresses. Wednesday Thursday shorts, but then the next day or the next day can be very cold and the only thing avail will be none but a white blanket between you and the earth. So can I borrow that too? Or that closet with only one outfit.

I can almost swear the incivility! Between us when it comes down to “Him!” We will never win. APART WE WILL NEVER WIN. WE ARE NOT STRONG,  just without man.

WOMAN please do not dare write another love letter to him until his love letter is for me. Until you’ve given me my price back. When I can feel the warmth of your tears that you dedicated to him but instead dedicate to truth.

He is your son and he is my brother. So you may be my mother and I your daughter. And today both he and I are doing the dishes in the house and taking out the trash together.

WOMAN please do not write another “woman empowering poem” until you’ve read this one and or understand how we became woman without man.

“ In  the name of Allah most gracious, most merciful, SAY: HE is Allah, the one and only, Allah, the eternal, absolute, He begetteth not , nor is he begotton, and there is none like onto him.”  And therefor if this point is missed SubahanAllah…. Then we can start right where we left off with a pitied “cheers” of why we can be spelled W/O  without man.

SOME DAYS A FAINT OF GREY..

Uhhh,..uhhhh,...ummm. Ummm, uhhh... Just give a a sec its coming out. D...DA....DAC..A.

Daca. Oh wait, DACA!(confident) Yea, that's how I should say it right, or or wait.. a little more angry right DACA!( angry). 

Hmm, maybe I shouldn't say it. That's what they all said . They say I shouldn't say it or I may never see them again, not my school, not my friends, not my Saturday cartoons,  not not my bed, in the corner, a corner of a off grid street called ... NOT! The teachers. No don't say a word to your teachers if they ask you why are you not applying to college? Why are you not doing this senior trip thing? This study abroad thing? Travel thing to...another country? or the other things, DONT even talk about the other things yet...

Because at this point I don't know if you even get what I'm talking about...

But I guess I could describe it like a shadow. Shadow of a , shadow of a nothing. Because  I don't think  the majority has ever seen it or maybe not up until recent times. All I remember is extra extra read nothing about it. 

So instead it is actually that color pallet we've learned how to fade with our fingers in class, the shades of black.  It was sitting right next to you actually.  It was black for a while and some days a faint of grey depending on what kind of hide and seek game . Then when it became DACA it almost turned white. 

WHITE . To those I am talking of..., 24 years now you want me to be WHITE . WHITE like you. Up right. Crest american white. Not a speck of dirt in the veins. Not a shade of grey. But the blood yes, its red. Is it red like the stains on your hands that was careful enough not to touch the flag's crest white? Republican WHITE? , Donald Trump white?  Now you want me to be white?...DAMN 24 tears, I mean years of dirtiness huh?  No English huh? Just killing your citizens huh? Taking your tax dollars huh? Now I suppose you want me to nod yes to your bill huh? Just give me the damn paper.

I promise I won't kill your children. I promise I never did. Just give me the damn paper... 

Because these 24 years you'll never get it. Not even if you become former MR president. Mr president. Former Mr. President who takes painting classes as a new hobby with former Mr. president Bush. Not even then. Your paintings will be ugly... Because you never really learned all the shades of hiding in the dark. You never really learnt to shade and rub the black that turns to grey , that turns to see, to see us,  then turns to your crest white.

My mom she made a mistake.. a mistake in torturesome times. She didn't have your upright education but she did sacrifice it to me like everything else and also taught me to be humble and admit when wrong because I may have your education but not your crest white. And certainly this shame was not the first I wanted to talk of her, and not the last.

She is the greatest! I could ever talk about.

So sorry this one mistakes eats up your pure tax dollars, which by the way I pay too but would never been accepted enough to reap the payments benefit. Your breakfast WHITE omelette, yogurt, WHITe milk, cereal, a normal breakfast I never had every single day....while we were living in fear going day by day.  Pants to high too high above the ankles for second grade. Expired passport for an exclusive...building entrance. Hard earned dollars spent on lawyers just to say that there is nothing we can do... now... Seeing friends go off to college while here stuck with high school knowledge? 

The one thing I had which you claim to give  for free was your English, your  teach English , math, etc exchange to live in another country programs. You claim to give for free but not when it comes down to eating up your tax dollars in cases for me.

See my English is not for you, my poetry, writing, this is not for you. Its for that little girl . And now I suppose you want to give that little girl something you could be proud of. An american tiny little flag as a token of your pity after 15 years of one of your bills you're proposing?  After 15 years then I could finally open the mouth you said to shut and not to say "I'm American." The mouth many said to shut and not to say "I'm not American" but I'm not American you see.  You only want me to be and continue to be your American mistress turned American house wife.

24 years, in your bed and your the kitchen .  but you will never get it. When the next day is a dooms day deadline. When I can say I know exactly when the expiration date is. When the lights shut off in a room with no address, no name. When there will be no crest white just black. 

Explain to me, does the American flag  carry black? When anxiety is a friend's name again. Explain to me when the flag waves does it's shadow show it's future in hiding?

And now you ask what's my say?...but all that little girl wanted to just ask was "so I could stay?" 

Can you say DACA?  ..Say what? I said DACA.. Spell it  Deferred child act, it means... Yada yada ya I have to explain this over and over again. Nobody even knows what it means ...it means nothing anymore. 

Can you say DACA?  Can you say human being, can you spell it?