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Monday, 4 July 2011

EL-HAJJ MALIK EL-SHABAZZ*Malcolm X*


Many a tales been told about this particular gentleman but nevertheless i would not feel secure in my writing if i did not at least pen down my thoughts on this extraordinary man.
Born Malcolm Little on may 19 1925 in Omaha, Nebraska to mother Louis Norton and father Earl Little. He had what can be called a traumatic childhood. Father assassinated by the black legions(racist organization)which he was very outspoken about propelled his mother to having a nervous breakdown. This led her to being committed to a mental institution. Her children distributed amongst various orphanages and foster homes.
Malcolm in the middle of all this turmoil managed to stay focused in school for he was intelligent and had a hunger for knowledge, graduating first in his class in junior high.
However he soon lost interest when a favorite teacher told him his dream of being a lawyer was un realistic for a "nigger". Malcolm dropped out and was soon immersed in illegal activities by 1942 he was coordinating various narcotics, prostitution and gambling rings, leading to his arrest in 1946.
Malcolm used this period of isolation to further his education .It was during this period of enlightment that he was visited by his brother Reginald and was told of an organization called The Nation Of Islam. Intrigued Malcolm studied the teachings of the organizations leader Elijah Muhammad. Malcolm found common ground with this paticular organization because it spoke against Black oppression so it was no surprise when Malcolm was paroled in 1952 he was a devoted follower. He was rejuvinated and to prove it he dropped his slave name Little and changed it to X which signified the loss of his tribal name.
Malcolm was soon given the chance to exercise his intelligence and outspoken nature in the organization quickly being promoted to minister and spokesperson. Given the authority and responsibility to spread the ideals of the organization  Malcolm was credited for increasing membership from 500 in 1952 to 30,000 in 1963.
But of course a man surrounded by crowds and controversy immediately becomes a media magnet hence his rise to fame. This new found fame eclipsed that of his mentor Elijah.
The Nation Of Islams"TNOI"increasing numbers soon attracted the attention of the FBI leading to infiltrations of the organization. Malcolm’s faith was dealt a strong blow when came to light Elijahs secret relations with 6 different women within TNOI. Shocking to Malcolm because he strictly adhered to The prophet Muhammad’s teachings and remained celibate until his marriage to Betty Shabaz. Malcolm even though he faced pressure to keep the matter quiet was deeply hurt and betrayed hence him breaking away to form the Muslim.Inc. That same year Malcolm travelled for hajj and came back with a new outlook towards life. You see he always thought people of different race would never get along and yet in Mecca he witnessed people of different race and walks of life come together as one to worship one GOD.
Malcolm soon started singing a different tune he believed if America could accept Islam then racism would be wiped out.
A very dangerous message that led to several attempts on his life the last that claimed his life. Shot on stage 15times from close range. February 21 1965.Age 39.Prononced dead on arrival at the hospital, his wife later gave birth to twins that year.
3 members of TNOI were convicted of the murder. But rare are things ever that Black and white Malcolm X was assassinated for in my opinon for his sphere of influence. This may sound corny but Malcolm was never meant to survive in this world he was too good for it. Can you imagine the level of his influence today if he was allowed to live?
What an inspiration! Malcolm said, “remove the word freedom from your vocabulary if you are not willing to die for it “such passion such devotion for what he believed in .We can all take something from his way of life. He overcame a traumatic childhood to become one of the most influential people in history. Malcolm all i can say is that is your teacher must have been a damn fool for you achieved what a lawyer would never in 5 life times may ALLAH continue to shower you with blessings.
To his family i say take heed! You are more than privileged to have had the honor to carry his name.
To you the reader i leave you with EL-HAJJ MALIK EL-SHABAZ'S letter from Mecca.
*Pleasant reading*


Never have I witnessed such sincere hospitality and overwhelming spirit of true brotherhood as is practiced by people of all colors and races here in this Ancient Holy Land, the home of Abraham, Muhammad and all the other Prophets of the Holy Scriptures. For the past week, I have been utterly speechless and spellbound by the graciousness I see displayed all around me by people of all colors.

I have been blessed to visit the Holy City of Mecca. I have made my seven circuits around the Ka'ba, led by a young Mutawaf named Muhammad. I drank water from the well of the Zam Zam. I ran seven times back and forth between the hills of Mt. Al-Safa and Al-Marwah. I have prayed in the ancient city of Mina, and I have prayed on Mt. Arafat.

There were tens of thousands of pilgrims, from all over the world. They were of all colors, from blue-eyed blonds to black-skinned Africans. But we were all participating in the same ritual, displaying a spirit of unity and brotherhood that my experiences in America had led me to believe never could exist between the white and non-white.

America needs to understand Islam, because this is the one religion that erases from its society the race problem. Throughout my travels in the Muslim world, I have met, talked to, and even eaten with people who in America would have been considered 'white'--but the 'white' attitude was removed from their minds by the religion of Islam. I have never before seen sincere and true brotherhood practiced by all colors together, irrespective of their color.

You may be shocked by these words coming from me. But on this pilgrimage, what I have seen, and experienced, has forced me to re-arrange much of my thought-patterns previously held, and to toss aside some of my previous conclusions. This was not too difficult for me. Despite my firm convictions, I have always been a man who tries to face facts, and to accept the reality of life as new experience and new knowledge unfolds it. I have always kept an open mind, which is necessary to the flexibility that must go hand in hand with every form of intelligent search for truth.

During the past eleven days here in the Muslim world, I have eaten from the same plate, drunk from the same glass, and slept in the same bed (or on the same rug)--while praying to the same God--with fellow Muslims, whose eyes were the bluest of blue, whose hair was the blondest of blond, and whose skin was the whitest of white. And in the words and in the actions in the deeds of the 'white' Muslims, I felt the same sincerity that I felt among the black African Muslims of Nigeria, Sudan, and Ghana.

We were truly all the same (brothers)--because their belief in one God had removed the white from their minds, the white from their behavior, and the white from their attitude.

I could see from this, that perhaps if white Americans could accept the Oneness of God, then perhaps, too, they could accept in reality the Oneness of Man--and cease to measure, and hinder, and harm others in terms of their 'differences' in color.

With racism plaguing America like an incurable cancer, the so-called 'Christian' white American heart should be more receptive to a proven solution to such a destructive problem. Perhaps it could be in time to save America from imminent disaster--the same destruction brought upon Germany by racism that eventually destroyed the Germans themselves.

Each hour here in the Holy Land enables me to have greater spiritual insights into what is happening in America between black and white. The American Negro never can be blamed for his racial animosities--he is only reacting to four hundred years of the conscious racism of the American whites. But as racism leads America up the suicide path, I do believe, from the experiences that I have had with them, that the whites of the younger generation, in the colleges and universities, will see the handwriting on the walls and many of them will turn to the spiritual path of truth--the only way left to America to ward off the disaster that racism inevitably must lead to.

Never have I been so highly honored. Never have I been made to feel more humble and unworthy. Who would believe the blessings that have been heaped upon an American Negro? A few nights ago, a man who would be called in America a 'white' man, a United Nations diplomat, an ambassador, a companion of kings, gave me his hotel suite, his bed. ... Never would I have even thought of dreaming that I would ever be a recipient of such honors--honors that in America would be bestowed upon a King--not a Negro.

All praise is due to Allah, the Lord of all the Worlds.

Sincerely,

El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz

LOVE



I was drowning in emotions. Felt like someone took hold of my heart and was squeezing it so hard. This pain was unbearable.
Felt like sharp shards of glass were piercing the entire surface of my heart.
My body writhed in pain .I just wanted this to end.
He was the reason i lived. I know it sounds pathetic, but it’s true. What we shared was sacred to me. A bond unbreakable we were supposed to be forever.
My body ached for his touch. I miss the way he would kiss the soft skin behind my ear and tell me everything would be alright.
I was a skeptic and a pessimist with my nose in the air when we met. But with no effort at all he turned me in to an optimistic romantic. Sadly i remember the way he would tease me. OH! The laughter we shared.
I know i was punishing myself with these memories but they were painfully sweet. They fed my pain like heroine would an addict.
I remember the first time he told me. I should have been prepared for this. But tell me is there a notion that can prepare you for the total destruction of your life?
He was the one. The one whose soul was in tune with mine, every breath he took sang to my blood. And when we kissed it felt like i was given a new lease to life.
My tears fell more gently now. It’s as though i was running out. I was drained. I just wanted to sleep and never wake up.
Suddenly i hear his voice. "You have to move on". I was startled. But then i was not of sound mind.
But those unspoken words had an effect on me that i could not explain. My entire being was slowly but painfully been dragged out from this remorseful place it resided. This filled me with panic. I thought this was the only way to hold on to him. The pain was a small price i would have to pay to keep his gorgeous faced etched in my memories forever.
I knew this was selfish on those around me.
I also see how they whisper behind my back. They say, "why is she taking this too hard, it was expected." How i want to scream at them. They don’t understand. But then i smile to myself. They will never know the love we shared. They will never understand. I feel proud suddenly. I feel thankful that i was one of the few chosen to experience this wonderful thing.
I remember how i scoffed at the term "LOVE" before. OH! How I’m happy to have been proved wrong.
My beloved maybe gone and it may take a longtime to get over it. But i know how blessed I am, to have loved and be loved in a magical way.
I look around and i observe what LOVE means today. I see how its uttered with no meaning or even affection behind it...And then i think of my "HIM" And I am happy.

Transition





Kinder late to write this but please don’t hate me you see I haven’t been myself in a long time... Don’t dismiss me just yet just hear my plight first. I have been lucky for a very longtime. The worst I did then is now the least I do.  My priorities have taken a back seat to urges with in me I never knew existed. The last time I spoke to you was my 20th a year and a half has passed and a lot has happened. Where do I begin? How do I even begin?
Well other than the obvious I am now 21 have been for 6months, been in Malaysia for a year and a half, new friends the whole 9 yards. I treasure the new people that I met I now call my family. Our unity in the separation of our loved ones back home has united us in to watching out for each other and leaning on one another. Unfortunately not everyone you meet comes off smelling like roses. So yes I have met the good and the bad.
The year 2010 went by so fast I can’t remember what exactly happened…oh wait the world cup was hosted in Africa! I aced my first year exams…so it wasn’t all that bad, however I cannot say the same for 2011…yes I turned 21. I’m now apparently legal to enter clubs and drink alcohol but that’s no achievement to me. All I know is that I now have 9yrs before turning 30. But that was just the beginning of the year. So much has happened it’s hard to get your head around it. Japan was struck by a tsunami, Libya is in the middle of a civil war, piracy is on the rise in Somalia and people are still being killed by senseless actions whilst the majority of the population is still starving.
I lost someone very important to me my dearest Adher (uncle) may Allah embrace you and award you Jannat.
However I am not complaining maybe I’m trying to unite my teens with this 21yr old woman I barely recognize. Some may call it growing up but if this is it. I don’t want any of it! The positive energy I have is slowly being eroded and I have realized the older I get the more cynical I’m becoming. They say the older you become the wiser you get. That does not hold true for me. It’s the opposite. I have become reckless and vain. Vanity I once promised will never consume me. But it’s slowly taking over.
I promise my intentions were pure when I sat down to type. I did not want to burden you with all of this. I guess I miss the old me. The care free girl that saw the good in people.  The  one that never expected to be lied to or even hurt. But situations make you grow up. My dear friends this world is cruel oh so cruel.
But everyone has a calling to beat the demons that threatens to consume them in order to serve humanity with dignity. I guess all this time I was sheltered and now that I am venturing out in to the world I am finally meeting my adversaries. It’s hard being faced with your weaknesses and not having the ammunition to fight them, but to me that’s the major test in this life. Developing this ammunition needs you to know yourself what weaknesses you have within and then developing the right tool to combat it. It’s just like going to war. The difference this time is that you are at war with yourself.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is that life does weird things to people it’s up to us in the end. We choose at the end of the day to succumb to life or for life to succumb to us.
I’m sorry that my 21st year was not as upbeat as the previous ones but bear with me I am at war with myself I call this period a “transition” yes a transition to greater things Inshallah……I guess the most important lesson I have learnt these past two years is that growing up is a challenge not to be taken lightly. These are the years that make or break you. You cannot be side tracked as this will determine who you are in the future. (Lesson learnt)

I hope my 22nd will be more upbeat and hopefully I won’t be on a corner street somewhere hustling my way through life. It may work for others but it “aint” my thing. But One thing I hope will never change are the people that make me smile.


I wish you all a happy Ramadan and a blessed rest of the year may Allah grant us all our dreams and hopes and may we remain united with our loved ones…


NEXT STOP:CARAVAN AND BUS.




Oh ye who believe remember the struggle of those before us, do you remember? The bloodshed ,the heartache, those that sacrificed everything to light the darkness,

Do you remember, fathers that bravely left their places of abode so that their little ones could witness a brighter tomorrow.

O don’t tell me you do not know of the women that conquered all when the odds were stacked against them.

The brave young scholars that emerged victors in a war they were never predicted to win.

Those that gave up everything even when knowing it may be the last time.

O remember those that let their hearts soar and triumphed against evil.


Them that risked it all for the greater good, their only motto"BY ANY MEANS NECESARY".


Do you recall those that pledged to you a better tomorrow and then delivered it!

They said to you, "you are one so stand firm for when you are divided you will fall"


The explorers, great thinkers, inventors, freedom fighters, the painter, the engineer all of whom made a covenant to push the letter until their last breath.


AND YET


We stand and watch all of it come apart.

We no longer have claim to any pride for we no longer give oppression our hate.

O ye in Guantanamo, how we have let you down.

O ye in Palestine ,Afghanistan, Pakistan and Iraq we have let you down.

O ye that have taken the wrath alone in genocide, famine, wars planned by those that have thwarted the Almighty and many other Acts of violence, oppression, abuse, slavery O HOW WE HAVE LET YOU DOWN!


How long will we cower before napalm bombs and missiles.

For no matter how long you continue to sleep on that big bed. Will the picture of the one tortured leave your sight?

Tell me why we let down the father that cried when bullets were hurled at his entire family as he stood helpless. Just because they could.

Tell me why we continue to walk past that child that cries O so heartbreakingly.

I will tell you why! Humanity has reached a point where we have become numb. It’s true what they say, “you continue to give someone so much without getting anything in return that they become selfish".

All our lives we have had others put everything on the line for us, technology, freedom, democracy. Blood shed after blood shed they gave, gave, gave and we took, took, took.
 
O ye wake up! Remember what they say, "change begins with you "To you i ask one final question...WILL THEE NOT JOIN THE CARAVAN AND BUS?


Will you not protect that which was entrusted to YOU?