YOU THINK?

Written by: Nusaiba Y. Abbas

You think that I am less intelligent?

You think I cant' write, speak, articulate? 
You think that my skin color or what I wear defines who I am?
You think that I will not graduate from this classroom?
You think that I would be married by age of 15 and bear your children?
You think that I am not beautiful?
You think that I am afraid of you?
You think that I would not be President of a country one day?
You think that I would not achieve my dreams?

Think Again, because I DON'T CARE what you think....

I will do what ever I WANT....

I BELIEVE in  ME ......ONLY....

I can see

Written by: Nusaiba Yassin Abbas

I close my eyes and I can see so much.....

I see that I am extending my hand out to the world, they want to reach for my help, my guidance, my spiritual healing through writings

I can see...

As tears come down my eyes, I feel each pain, suffering, and blood shed of others

I can see...

Trying to fight those tears of frustrations, the war in Syria,  Africa bleeding minerals-sucked by hungry hyena countries, and leaving those to die of hunger, frustration , and hopelessness dreams

 I can see...

Those who have hurt me in the past envy me me now because of my brain, God-given beauty, or surrounded by loving people....

I can see.....

The one who left me because he was intentionally blind for the jewel that I am worth....

I can see that he regrets the lost of me..I can see he is not happy with the one he is with because he truly knows what Karma is

 I can see...

Those who believe in me and wish me nothing but the best, even If i have never meet them in person yet

I can see...

them waiting for me at the end of the dark tunnel of suffering, holding candles and telling me to "come on...its alright....you are almost there...you can make it through.."

I can see...

I will be with the one who understands me, accepts my faults, craziness  and talents...the one who will be lucky because he will be with the best women in the world

I can see...

 Him sailing to reach me across the sea, with high waves, and enormous sharks and killer whales on a small boat wit the letter N and the number 25

I can see...

The day he reaches land, I will be wearing a white dress, in his arms, closing my eyes in his world full of unconditional love...

I can see...

Ending Islamic- Extremism: Reforming Islamic Education

Ending Islamic- Extremism: 

Reforming Islamic Education 

Written by: Nusaiba Yassin Abbas

Salam. Peace To All!

I was really thinking about writing this blog for a long time......it was in my mind and I just had to find the words for it.

Do you think that ending "Islamic-extremism" is by educating Muslims about Islam, the "right" and "peaceful" teachings? Don't you think there needs to be a reform of Islamic institutions and education within the Islamic world?  I believe so and I am speaking to my Muslim audience!

Just a few days ago, a 14-year old Pakistani activist girl was shot in the head, because she fights for the rights of educating girls.

Now....do you think ALL MUSLIMS think like the TALIBAN or EXTREMISTS? No!

But why in the world, or in God's name, or in Islamic "terminology" that we (Muslims) see the wrong teaching and doings of other Muslims and are QUITE? WHY?

Where are the Muslim Clerks, Imams, Shieks, and leaders do speak about the wrong teachings of Islamic and misinterpretation of the Quran?

I will tell you why......................

Because most Imams/leaders are not "actively" speaking when it comes to admitting or noticing the Islamic-wrong teachings. And, if they do speak, its in moderate accounts.

Because there is no democracy (or little) in the Muslim world, despite the fact that Islam has democracy, science, education, and philosophy.  So the followers of those Imaams, Presidents, leaders, Shieks are  "hush-hush and live to survive" concept that are programmed into their brains

Because we as Muslims, are AFRAID of change........or even NOT TO ADMIT the wrong of others.

maybe because....we as Muslims are "brainwashed" by our Islamic leaders and are not taught to "think out side the box".

Its time that WE MAKE THE CHANGE ....instead of WAITING for OTHERS to change for us!!!

Karma (Part I)

Written by: Nusaiba Yassin Abbas

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  I knew a girl who's heart was taken,

  broken into pieces, at times swollen

  she hated the man who used her emotions for control

  and her kindness for weakness.

  
  

  But never the less, she was fearless

  she thought she had a future with him, because of the love, the hope and the seed inside of her

  sadly to say, he took that seed that was growing...

  brainwashing her with lies, that kept on loading

  
  

  "Baby, how u gonna finish school with that seed?"

  "You know if you tell your family, its a curse and not a good deed!"

  
  

  So she listen to him, knowing that he will go away

  but she had hoped, to work it out as she would say

  after that, he changed right away

  he kept a distance, behaving in a selfish way.

  
  

  He was clever to come up with an execuse: "baby, am going away to look for a job."

  she just could not blieve what he was saying, so she began to sob

  "why are you leaving? u can't find a job here?"

  
  

  So he packed his bags, with out attending to her tears.

  
  

  Months went by, and each call he would change his mind

  the girl knew he was up to a plan of a kind.

  
  

  She discovered he got married in discreet

  she cried kicked him out of her life with her feet.

  
  

  As they say, "Whatever goes around, comes back around"

  Karma is a bitch, and that is what he remorsefully found.

  
  

  Apparently the wife was not the "appropiate one" for him,

  knowing only one woman is loyal to him, and makes him happy.

  
  

  A year later, idiotically, his words sound very crappy:

   "Baby, i wanna come back"  "baby, I am sorry", like a child begging for candy.

  
  

  But she said: "NO! don't be sorry for me, be sorry for your self!" 

  
  

  And with that concludes my friends: "don't you ever play, with someone's heart,
  or it will come back to hunt you and rip your life apart!"

PLEASE!!!

Salam! Peace To All! I really thought that war was over in Sudan...well, not to my dreams or hopes. This is a message to my South Sudanese and North Sudanese: Please think about the civilians who are caught in the middle. Don't think about revenge, or "taking over" to show how powerful you are or if you can tease the other side. Please. 


Men, you can pick a gun, fight, and protect you army....but what about the women and children? do you want the women to go back to the years of gang rape, brutality, sex slavery? do you want the children to be disappear and grow up in a hate environment, not knowing NOTHING just carry a gun? not even know how to write thier name? not even know how to draw or using crayons?


I completely understand that you might have so much hate for the "Jalabas" for committing crimes for the past and recently, but my South Sudanese brothers, please use your mind and not your heart when it comes to matters of conflict resolution. I myself, am Darfurian, and I know what you all have been through all those years. I know. But still, I am not going to hate, despise, revenge anyone who is "Jalaba", because you CAN't fit anyone into ONE box. This same ideology of mine applies to my North Sudanese brothers. You CAN'T make Sudan an "Islamic" or "Sharia" country, because NOT every Muslim or non-Muslim fit in ONE box. DON't think just because you are Muslim + Speak Arabic+ lighter Complexion = Superior/Imperialistic. NO. That equation has driven many people to war, and have created many hate groups. I myself is a Muslim, but I don't like Sharia to be the law of the land, because I DON'T TRUST ANYONE, BUT GOD! God, can only judge, forgive, and punish me for my sins- NOT HUMANS.


In the name of Peace, please develop your own country by building roads, schools, medical facilities, and helping the refugees who come to your country. Please.

River, Here I come

Written by: 

Warda Fuwaha

Why do I have to carry a gun?

A weapon that had enslaved my people; took over our land

There is no safety, no rescue, and no life

Is my protector gone?

I have children to feed, people to protect, and shelter to build

I hope to give, love to spread, and hate to defy

I have courage, dignity, and no time for fear

I don’t know my fate at this moment……..

So I must cross this river.

Would They Attack Me?

Would they attack me?

Written by:

Nusaiba Yassin Abbas

I see them coming……..

The dust starts to form and I can hear the horses approaching…..

I see them coming………..

Gunshots in the air, and sense of danger…….

I see them coming…………what should I do?

I know who they are.....but….

Would they attack me, If I speak their language?

Would they attack me, If I disguised myself as a boy?

Would they attack me, If my hut’s roof have not been marked?

Would they attack me, even though I am only nine years old girl?

What should I do?

I know what they are going to do

They already did that to my mother…..

I know what weapon they are going to use

I would rather die, kill myself…….

Before they rape me

Welcome!

Salam. Peace To All!

Welcome to my blogg website, in which I express all of my emotions, thoughts, and beliefs to the world. You will find poems and essays that range from variety of topics such as politics, war, beauty, cultures, family, etc.... Please feel free to reply to my posts and I look forward to articulate. Lastly, you will discover why my blogging website is called "Blooming Flower", in Arabic known as "Warda Fuwaha". In my journey of self discovery, I have become Warda Fuwaha;  thus, I welcome all of you to be my "Blooming Flowers!"


Peace,


Nusaiba Yassin Abbas