names of Alloh
names of Alloh
Beautiful As You Are:
When I was growing up, I had many bullies in school in Virginia. I was sometimes called the “ugly brown girl with a bush on her head.” And I’d come home bawling my eyes out. Racist bullies do a lot of damage, I’m sure you all know that by now. When I came back to Pakistan, I taught kindergarten and high school students. I found out that skin color is still a huge issue in our culture. Girls are made to feel horrible about their complexion if it’s dark. So I decided to write a little poem for the little girls in elementary school with some doodles. I read it to them in the playground. I’m glad things started to change after that.
Here it is.
When I was four feet and five inches,
Kids at school would say,
“Hey Mehreen, buy yourself a paper bag!
Your face ruins our day!”
I asked them why they thought so,
My mom said I was pretty swell?
“That’s cause your hair is bushy!
Plus your skin’s dark as hell!”
So I wore the paper bag to school,
I wore it day and night.
I thought I’d be accepted
If I was out of sight.
Then I grew up and left home,
For college and other big plans,
I made friends around the world,
I even made some fans!
I learned that people are beautiful
If they love, respect and care.
What matters most is inside.
Not my skin or hair.
So if a girl is tall and pink,
But she’s rotten and she’s rude,
She’s not pretty in any way.
I’d rather have her boo’ed.
And if a girl is small and dark
And her heart is made of gold,
Trust me, she’ll be plain beautiful
Even when she’s old.
Now here’s a little secret.
Brown is a beautiful shade.
Of warmth, strength and sweetness
This strong color is made.
But that doesn’t matter,
Oh it doesn’t matter at all.
If someone treats you for your skin tone,
They’re not worth the fall.
You’re beautiful and you’re lovely,
Because you are you.
Aw, man, this rhymes too nicely.
Because it’s really true.
Your skin is just a cover,
Your skin is just some meat,
It doesn’t make you bitter
And it doesn’t make you sweet.
What makes you gorgeous and lovely,
Comes right out of here.
So now you know you’re perfect.
Oh, you’re beautiful, my dear.
Thought I’d share it here after it got published in South Africa for girls and WOC. To everyone who’s ever felt bad about themselves: Stop. You’re beautiful.
I’ve been invited to read my poem tomorrow for a group of elementary and high school students tomorrow in Lahore. Happy. :)
*speechless* *mau banget*
Siang tadi. Aku belajar dari seorang wanita yang memakai anting salib di telinganya. Ia menawarkanku minum setelah melihatku cemberut karena botol air yang kubawa sudah kosong. Hey, itu membuat hatiku bergetar! Ini juga sekaligus tamparan. Sebelumnya aku sempat membatin seperti ini, “Uh, wanita…
Sungguh telah datang kepada kalian bulan Allah yang membawa berkah, rahmat dan maghfirah. Bulan yang paling mulia di sisi Allah. Hari-harinya paling utama. Malam-malamnya paling utama. Detik demi detiknya paling utama. Inilah bulan di mana kalian diundang menjadi tetamu Allah dan dimuliakan oleh-Nya.
Pada bulan ini nafas-nafas kalian menjadi tasbih, tidur kalian ibadah, amal-amal kalian diterima dan doa-doa kalian dikabulkan. Mohonlah kepada Allah, Tuhan kalian, dengan niat yang tulus dan hati yang suci agar Dia membimbing kalian untuk melakukan puasa dan membaca Kitab-Nya. Celakalah orang yang tidak mendapat ampunan Allah pada bulan agung ini.
Storm in a teacup designed by John Lumbus
photo (c) Jon Stanley Austin
The Storm in a Tea Cup pays homage, in a very literal sense, to the famous idiom meaning a small event that has been exaggerated out of all proportion.
Turn the handle and the golden boat rides the mechanical waves, above the stormy clouds periodically reveal a shining bolt of lightning.
Roy Nachum: Colorblind (series, 2011-2012)