Monday, 15 August 2016

Usain Bolt faster than lightning

He signals the cross and raises his head to The Most  High
Smiles with confidence after 2 golds why not
On your mark get set
And faster than light  the Bolt won 3rd gold!

Touching Andree and flying Olympian  style
He cheers on his fans with such sportsmanship
The air waves are  crackling
Hussain  Bolt is the fastest on earth!

Jamaica green flag flying
The stadium  rises and our Caribbean  hearts  swell
Another Garvey, another Marley
He signals the cross and lifts his head to the sky smiling!

Usain Bolt Don Anderson

Friday, 12 August 2016

Remembering My Mother Lyla Ali- 1st Anniversary

Too soon we say
A year has passed and the wounds are still bleeding
You moved on beyond the walls quickly
That smile and laughter still fresh in our minds

How can we forget the joy of your face?
How can we not want to spend the birthdays together?
When will this troubled heart find ease?
You flew away with life's wonder!

Under the moonlight and into the sunset
Your every ounce of kindness shines brighter
People who knew you say she was indeed a beautiful woman
Few are remembered this way- you were everyone's mother!

The prayers you taught me
The pursuit of happiness you empowered me
The sacrifice for education you gifted me
I have nothing to return except these frail hands clasped in prayer!

I love you mommy!

Thursday, 4 August 2016

Marry the one who loves you!

In high school they fell in love
She would  add his name to hers
Not knowing but believing he would marry her
After ten years and many red moons

She marries him behind bars
The tears her mom shed were more interesting
She waited till now to see who is this chap
And the vows will blow you away

He took his time to remember her each virtue
Never forgetting Allah in the opening  promise
What a virtue marriage  is when found on love
When someone believes in you  even if you are 'bad' as bad can be!

Dedicated  to Malcolm  and Rudelle whose nikah I had the privilege  of performing.

Saturday, 30 July 2016

Slave of Allah gives up racism

Abddul Aziz- Poem on a white convert in prison

I first heard of your story
Riveting people's heart with your tattoo's and angry looks
Now prostrating in front Allah
You claim you cannot do this to anyone lesser than the Almighty

Nowadays I watch you in awe
Smiling and embracing, washing away all the abyss of hatred
Convincing others on the block
While haters wonder what about this non white religion

Making Gucci clothing dyed and styled from tattered patches
Loving the style of Sunnah while tats don't bother you ever
Everyone gets hit on
But Aziz is the beacon of strength among lifers

I wonder where this is going
People come and go always
But Ramadan and every day living is one for this inmate
Abdul Aziz is the slave of the Almighty power!

Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Canada Day Fundraiser: Could you make it diverse and inslusive?

This Canada Day I wore a red and white suit. My partner wore a red and white hijab. The national anthem was playing before the call to prayer. Breaking the fast at sunset was when dinner was served because it was in Ramadan.

As I child growing up in Guyana I remember going to the mosque on Eid day with my father. He would fill my pockets with coins early morning after getting dressed in traditional white kamis. I had the distinct pleasure of sharing these coins to the beggars who lined the patio of the mosque. They would spread their hand kerchiefs on the hot concrete. Fast forward decades and I have organised the second Canada Day Iftar in Toronto, hoping to raise funds from empathetic fasting Muslims for water projects in Pakistan and Gaza. Iftar is the meal we partake in while breaking the day-long fast at sunset, usually seventeen hours in Toronto during summer!

It is such a challenge! Doing a fundraiser on Canada Day, eh?

Most people want to celebrate Canada Day during the day, joining the parades or stay at home and watch it on TV, as the summer and fasting don't go too well for Canadians.

Others realised that this year Canada Day falls on the most revered day of Ramadan- the 27th or Night of Power. Arrangements for every prayer were priority.

I had invited the Hon Prime Minister Justin Trudeau but learnt he will not be in Toronto on the Friday but instead on the Saturday for Pride Parade. Now my Facebook friends are no longer confirming. That really sucks. But I did have a sold out event for the second time!

I tried to engage with persons of disabilities in the Muslim community through one of my supporting partners SMILE and booked an ASL translator. Last year it was so much fun watching her translate the Hon Premier of Ontario, Kathleen Wynne's speech.

I am beginning to think of how reverse this is. Most Canadian functions would add samosa on the entree or halal options and would easily qualify to being inclusive and diverse. I have to prove my Ramadan gala is Canadian yet inclusive to many faiths that are attending. I am happy to make my guests happy although my tight budget with a ticket marked at cost price doesn’t make life easy. Our event coordinator is phenomenal in finding discounts and door prizes besides volunteers. It’s coming together with a best dressed female prize by Tru fashions!

Apart from having Reene the Voice sing the Canadian Anthem accompanied by Hurban Johnson on Trinidadian steelpan, I had to make sure the protocol was upheld with the flag. The Hon MP Dr Kristy Duncan, Minister for Science and Innovation attended, dressed in her extraordinary shalwar, the type you see at Eid and she graciously shared her time despite Canada Day demands. She presented two recognition plaques to our volunteers, who worked tirelessly to coordinate the event and raise funds for the lesser fortunate. We actually did well with 66 wells and counting!

I must say our MCs were fabulous as I wanted to debunk the myth that women do not publicly take the stage to MC in Islam. Or co hosts were both a male and a female and they kept the audience alive with their simmered humor and effective time keeping as we had to finish by 10 pm. People were anxious to return to their respective mosques for the night prayers. It happened!

The entertainment for the evening included both Urdu and English songs. Now this is diversity struggling to get included. I had a famous singer in the house that sings Indian songs but chose to do a Ramadan farewell song in Urdu ragas with the steel pan accompanying her - she is Esther Nazmoon Khan. Renee woke up the crowd with her voice!

The cuisine was indeed matching with the elegant Elite Banquet Hall- several halal Indian options were served including vegetarian since we had a diverse attendance.

I didn't want the celebration to be about Muslims only. Ramadan in many countries is known and supported by Non Muslim neighbours and relatives like in India, Guyana and Lebanon. So we had Pundit Basil Maharaj, Rev Alexa Gilmore and Dr Bhante the Budhist Urban Monk present greetings and messages of hope at the Gala. 

As a matter of fact, the highlight of the evening was the presence of Syrian refugee families, celebrating their first Canada Day. They are on record with Rogers TV saying in Arabic that they are thankful and thrilled to be part of such a great country!

The struggles of finding a good speaker who understands Canada and faith and can ascertain the nexus of water wells in Pakistan and fresh water reservoirs in Canada is painstakingly challenging. We had the fortune of having Dr Munir El-Kassem, former Professor at Western Ontario University and Imam in London, as chief guest and indeed he brought home the loaf! Rather we all broke bread after with some dates and spring rolls and lots of mango shake after that generous shake down!

This may be the last Canada Day that falls in Ramadan but for sure it was a blast while it last!

As Muhammad Ali, the Greatest, my Champ said service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.

Saturday, 18 June 2016

Muhammad Ali: Stinging into our hearts

I heard of you when I was just a child
My father was so proud of Cassius Clay turned Muhammad Ali
I don't ever remember him being a fan in Guyana of any thing
But that stayed with me until I met the Greatest in his works and action

I realized that we have to go down one day to the ringer
I know that Ali will live even after 100 years in our hearts forever
The things you taught me you would never know
But so many times I wanted to quit until I heard your story

Standing up to established racism you did it for everyone
You made sure your name sake was not walked upon even if it would be fame
While you signed away pamphlets to let them know of Him
You taught Laila the meaning of hijab like modest Fatima would have received

When the world was bashing away color
You stood up and reminded them that the Greatest was American and Muslim like apple pie
I saw the trembling but realized from your funeral the heart trembles even more
How could you not be in Heaven when that's why you lived for

My people gets hurt every day
I see mothers wipe tears off for a repeat tomorrow
I cry on shoulders of those who can hardly be stronger
I lost  so much but with Ali loss is gain- what a beauty my Champ was and is!
Allah's eternal mercy enshroud your soul always and leave behind continuous nebulous of grace and guidance for the humanity you served with grace!

Saturday, 28 May 2016

Poem on Guyana's 50th Anniversary

Buxton Spice at 50!

50 years since we pulled down the Union Jack
Flying high the Golden Arrowhead
Who would believe that the sweat blood and tears
Drenched the sugar plantations 

Would produce such sweet Guyanese- more 'foreign' than at home

They said you will always depend upon the Masah
But you forget we are the El Dorado and the sons and daughters of Kaieteur
We made history with cricket and minds like To Sir With Love

They said politics destroyed our nation
See how Cheddi, Burnham and Rodney took positions
But you know our richness is in the six races
And from Fiji to Nunavut  Guyanese  singing Not A Blade of Grass

Because not even the Pope or the Grand Mufti knows 

What makes our Interfaith secret such a recipe of love
So don't  bother about how sordid our lives are
Stop taking away our future from our children's eyes
The fruits of our ancestors' labor 

From slavery to modern indentured economics
Lalbahjee and Buxton's martyrs; no first our Amerindians
No more racism, no more exploitation
Never again, never in vain!

Cheers to a century!