Re: Islamic HipHop
Here's one for the sisters
Apologies
AWAW Reporting:
2004 and things have changed it ain’t the
same no more. Whilst before they only
stared at you, nowadays they try to force
their opinion, entering your dominion
talking about rights and your low stature.
Everything from your role as a mother, to
the scarf that you cover with, in the stands,
bearing witness to one thing or another and
overruled if you object, your honour is
under pressure, cause the shields that
protect you are getting shorter and lesser. I
see you struggle just to find meals, fighting
the wind and rain in search of those Halal
deals, knowing the gain is yet to come and
when there’s no wheels you carry baby
Zahra in one hand till she feels heavier than
the shopping bags. My son at your heals
trying hard to be a man in the absence of
his father. Hand inside your hand trying to
lead you through the jahil streets, reciting
Suras that you taught him only just last
week. You’re my rock you give me strength
and power through your insistence that we
both go out and carry this dawah. I love my
sisters and I’ll die before I see you harmed
in front of me, then in my grave I’ll beg
invoke Allah to see you free from all the
suffering you’ve felt so far because of me. I
let it slip and now the damned Kuffar are
blatantly attacking you, your ideas, your
loves, your fears and for years all we have
seen are your tears forgive us sister.
WG Reporting:
They don’t know you, think they got you
sussed. Got the world believing that you
grieving down to us. In the West its tough,
it ain’t enough that they swear and frown at
you they even dare to raise their hands at
you. I know its hard walking them streets
and boulevards from your head to your feet
jilbabed and scarved. With sun blazing heat
burning up the concrete, folks gazing like
you’re about to bomb the high street.
Enough hate in their glares to get your skin
scarred and barred from schoolyards by the
bourgeois. Cause where you’re at what you
wear is un-bearable part of the fact is your
faith is un-tearable. You got’em all shook,
so their new hook is banning your veil and
liberating you with New Look, Season
Channel, nudity, Gucci and Fcuk as they
cook a plot in their melting pot that
simmers in hell well. These damn crooks,
they want us all hooked on their secular
thought caught up in a war fought through
magazines and books pumping their liberal
filth and gook, their plan is destroy your
Iman and have Islam forsook. And now
they’ re searching every cranny and nook,
and now they’re marching out their armies
and sending their spooks. Even back home
ain’t as safe as it should be, I swear we’re
working hard so it would be. You see the
West’s is planning in stealth hence all
you’ve seen in Philastine has been drama
and death. In Iraq all we’ve had is pure
trauma and wealth usurped, whilst your
kids struggle for breath. And it’s a mess but
you stand firm nevertheless. Tall and proud
in your shroud you wont settle for less.
Oppressed, living in fear did make you cry,
Mutasima fell on deaf ears but didn’t brake
you. It made you a soldier you stayed true
and now you’re striving raising an army to
save you. Never again allowing a man to
enslave you, a brave few reviving a nation
beside you and rising!
AWAW Reporting:
And it’s a Fard that we protect your honour. I
know its hard to believe you have so many
brothers and still ain’t safe in the streets today.
You’re missing school again and again and
they say they’ll let you attend, sister as long as
you bend but you stand straight and tall, jilbab
and all, going from school to school, checking
their protocols. Although you do value your
education, no hesitation in rejecting calls for
integration, standing ovation. You understand
this is test no less and progress is just a matter
of who worships best. So redress the balance,
aim much higher than that. Become a mother,
doctor, engineer no fear it’s a fact you can do
anything you want to do your limits are, that
which are sent down by your creator and you
know they hate that and all the fuss they make
is only cause they’re jealous. A pack of wolves
hunting the sheep don’t weep your shepherds
are back and they’re stacked with an agenda
not to render this Deen. Aint no pretenders
like the leaders we’ve seen. Believe we say
what we mean. I know its hard being a
throne-less Queen, Al Hakim has promised all
that you dream. And in between that time and
this, persist, stay strong, as long as we exist
we’ll do our best to assist. You belong to an
Ummah that is fighting hard to rid you of
wrong. I know its hard and your tired and
scarred from all the places your barred, but
don’t cry you know we’ve come this far, try till
we die fi si bil Allah.