Poetry By Najat Fares Kessler

2009-11-10T10:45:00.002-05:00

Do I have integrity?

Do I have enough strength to uphold my integrity?

Have integrity so I won’t betray myself

Have integrity so I mean what I say

Have integrity so I say what I mean

Have integrity so I know what I mean

Have integrity so I am fully aware of my heart desires

Have integrity so I can stand up for my life

Have integrity so I can have a life

My own life…with integrity…

Do I have integrity?

The Child Within YOU!

2009-07-21T16:40:00.001-04:00

So cute so bright so happy!
Keep this child within you,
the happy joyful one,
the carefree one,
the curious one,
the excited one,
the exalted one,
the one who knows
the one who is alive
the one who loves life
the one who is a bright light
keep this childlike side of you
joyful care free like a bird
like a butterfly, this one will set you free
If old wounds remain this one is your healer
Dream of new horizons this one will take you there
Lovingly I am sending the utmost tenderness
to this child and to the adult he has became

© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved

No need...

2009-06-20T12:26:00.002-04:00

There is no need to fight, no need to win, no need to lose...
Gently, kindly, allow life inside your heart to fully take its course
It is within you, that miraculously it will accomplish the deeds
Life is only interested in the cycle of aliveness
Nothing more nothing less
To those who would rather distract
Discuss, argue...and analyze The Irrelevant
You say only two words "Suit yourselves!"
Don't be shy to laugh but Stay alive, Stay vigilant!
To not be drawn into nonesense
For discussions, arguments, analyzes or even "studies"...
Of nonesense are just that NONESENSE!

© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved

الى عواد بالسعوديةfrom An Amazigh Moroccan Woman

2009-06-18T11:06:00.001-04:00

What can I say? How would I answer?

I do not know, nor…

Do I, possess any fancy answers

Life has powerful ways to manifest

Anywhere and everywhere, it blooms

That which you focus on grows

One of the laws of this universe

That which you bring with you

In hundred folds you shall get

You may encounter those inhabited by Fear

And entirely possessed by its progenitors

What will you do?

Will you compound their obsessions?

Or, will you be able to see through them?

You will encounter Fear,

Its children like Mistrust,

And or its grand children

Like Sorrow and Greed

What will you do?

Will you let these so familiar ugly heads fool you?

Or, will you look beyond their traces within you?

I am daily fighting my own demons

Sometimes, I claim victory other times they do

In either case I am the creator and the doer

…And…also the Observer….

At this moment, Precisely Concisely

With theses few words, I am attempting to express

That which is difficult to say while trying to impress

If you....

2009-06-15T20:31:00.000-04:00

If you get me you are lucky and so am I
For I am a delight walking on two legs
and.......... You are so thirsty
I am love flying about
and.......... You are so ready
I am a fresh breeze
rare in the heat of a summer day
and.......... You are so hot
I am kindness rooming about
and.......... You are full of wonders
I am a miracle of nature
and.......... You are opening
If you get me you are lucky and so am I

© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved

I am a Moroccan Amazigh Woman!

2009-06-13T12:45:00.014-04:00

I am beautiful, feminine and defiante! I scare the hell out of men who have a mentality from the cave ages.They are mesmerized by my charms and confused by my audacity. They don't know what to do or how to behave with me for I do not fit to any of their molds. Yet when they meet me they feel uplifted from their darkness...they want what I have but are also scared that their little girl or woman back homes come across me an learns my ways.....so scared of femininity that I dare to wear in every way...the way I walk, I talk, I breathe....The man of the cave is scared of this vulnerable strength of mine...I have the audacity of being free despite all my conditions....the man does not know how to be free...he has been beaten to submission...he can't even dream about being free ...let alone fathom that women in his surroundings can be free...He goes to his wife, daughter, and cowardly calls me a "whore" because the poor soul does not know how to be free...in secret he dreams about me...In reality he craves to be free and lively as I am....

Translated into French by Wassim: Amazigh Marocaine Je suis une Femme!

Belle, femine et defiante; Je suis! Je terrifie les hommes qui ont la mentalité de l'âge des cavernes. Ils sont hypnotisés par mes charmes et troublés par mon audace. Ils ne savent comment se comporter enver moi puisque je ne rentre dans aucun de leur moules. Néanmoins, quand ils me rencontrent, ils se sentent heureux... Ils veulent ce que j'ai mais ils ont si peur que leur femme ou leur fillette me connaisse ou devienne une femme jusqu'qu bout des ongles comme je suis...Si horifies par ma feminite...cette feminite que j'ose porter...dans ma facon de marcher, ma façon de parler, ma façon de respirer... l'homme des cavernes est effrayé par cette force vulnérable que j'ai... J'ai l'audace d'être libre malgré toutes mes circonstances...l'homme avec la mentalite de l'age des caverne ne sait comment être libre... Il a ete brise a la soumission... il ne peut même plus rever de liberte...encore moins imaginer les femmes de son entourage vivant librement... Il va chez sa femme et sa fille et avec lachete il m'appele "pute"! Pauvre ame... en son for intérieur, il rêve de moi... en réalité il crève d'être libre vibrant de vitalité comme je suis...

Translated into Arabic by Allala Ben Latif: ءامازغية ءانا مغربية و ءامراءة

جميلة فاتنة ءانا
متحدية للرجال دوي العقول المتحجرة
تبهرهم مفاتني تربكهم جراتي
لا يعرفون التضرف معي
لا اطابق ءاي نموذجا من نماذجهم
ومع ذلك فهم يشعرون
بالسعادة والحياة عند ملا قاتي
يريدونني وماعندي لاءنفسهم
وفي ان واحد ترعبهم
فكرة ان نساءهم و بناتهم
يصادفني فيثاءترن بي
تزعجهم انوثتي
التيءا لبسها بحرية
في طريقة مشيتي
وفي طريقة كلامي
وحتى في طريقة تنفسي
الرجل القادم من الكهوف مدعور
من هده القوة الهشة التي تسكنني
لي جراة حريتي رغم كل ظروفي
الرجل غير قادر
لفرط خضوعه ان يكون حرا
فيذهب مهرولا الى
امراته واءبنته ويدعوني
بغيا
هو يجهل معنى الحرية
وفي السر يحلم بي
في الحقيقة
يتشوق ان يكون حرا
طليقا حيا مثلي

Do Not Ever Quit!

2009-06-13T12:07:00.003-04:00

Do not ever quit!
For the sake of you
For the sake of all of us
Stay here and now
Stand tall, stand still
Keep on walking
Keep on talking
Keep on writing
Keep on living
For you have a lot to offer
Do not ever listen to the noise makers
The words of the mindless spineless courageless
Are nothing but an echo of their own confusion
Why listen to confusion?
Nothing will ever come out of it
Those who distract themselves with confusion
Need you to lead the way
Cowards will often come around
For you are their chance for salvation,
You are a much needed light
You shine enlighten and uplift
Do not quit dearest one do not quit
Cowards will often attack to hurt
Don't be fooled
Those wearing an aggressive outer
Only want to hide their deepest suffering
They will often attempt to inflect pain
For they are full of pain
Such is the state of humanity still
Full of pain inflects pain
While claiming to defend
Unreachable fictitious concepts
God, religion, morals…
This, that or the other……..
Don’t be fooled……
Listen to that which is beyond the noise
You will mostly hear desperate calls for help
You will mostly feel aching hearts
You will mostly sense deep bleeding wounds
Such is the state of humanity still
Do not quit beloved one do not quit
Don’t be fooled
It is only the beginning
The dawn of enlightenment is here
The best is yet to come!

© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.

Though...

2009-06-12T14:41:00.006-04:00

Though the human mind is crafty with disrespect

And knows how to dress it up just enough

So, it may look as if it is care and not disrespect

The heart knows disrespect when it feels it

The heart has no eyes and does not

Need to see fancy disguises to be wowed

The heart feels the vibrations of what is

It knows everything by its vibrations

I beg you do not explain for I feel you

I am nothing but an open heart

I made that choice so I can fully taste love

I made that choice so I can fully love

I made that choice so I can fully allow life

To vibrate within and through my being

I am a lover with a heart as vulnerable

As the colorful wings of a butterfly

I made this choice a long ago...

....Or, was I born this way?

يا شاعر الحب

2009-06-06T10:29:00.000-04:00

يا شاعر الحب اني اهواك
يا شاعر الحب والاحساس
ما اجملك
يا شاعر الحب انت تلهمني
انت تحييني
لهيب شوقي يحرقنى
وانت بعيد عني الآف الامتار
يا شاعر الحب
عيناي جمرتان
وقلبي بركان
ساقيّ وقخذيّ يرقصان
يا حبذا لو استطيع الطيران
يا شاعر الحب
انت مهجتي
انت كالتيار
ترعش اعماقي
فيطرب لك القلب
الوجدان
والبدن
يا شاعر الحب
اني قيثارتك
فاعزف اعذب الالحان
فستغني بالحنين
الارض والاشجار
والجبال والاغصان
وستسقى القلوب
وتنتعش الاجسام
يا شاعر الحب
انك تلهب نيراني
وانا مستسلمة
فافعل بي ما تشاء
يا شاعر الحب
اني عاشقة
تعشق الحب
وتهواك

© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved.

Come Out...

2009-06-06T10:09:00.001-04:00

Be kind…
Mean it…
Feel it…
Hear it…
See it…
Taste it…
Exude it…
You don't know what it is to be tender? Do you?
It scares the hell out of you to be vulnerable…
This old shield you are wearing is cold and so heavy…
Please… I beg you…Let the worm die…
For the butterfly to be born
You shall become free…I promise…
Free from all the old and useless
Free from the pain and sorrow
Free from your own limited self
I do feel you my beloved…
I do see that which scares you…
I do see beyond your thick shield…
Have mercy on that one who is imprisoned
Inside that useless shield…
Come out at once for it is Spring!

©Copyrights 2009, Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.

Welcome to the Sun Rays, the Night Stars and the Moon! Welcome to my Beloved Friends.

2008-07-04T12:34:00.005-04:00

I Beg You Forgive Me

2006-07-17T11:52:00.000-04:00

In honor of those who serve us in silence
---------------------------------------------

O Dearest Souls
How am I to listen?
What am I to do?
To pull my self from my own ignorance,
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

How am I to listen?
When the calls come in
How am I to see?
When the signs are so clear
How am I to shut my limited self?
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

How am I? How am I? How am I?
How am I to wake up?
How am I to open my eyes?
How am I to shed my illusions?
How am I? How am I? How am I?
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

O Dearest Souls
You who breath to serve me
I beg of you to forgive me
I beg of you to forgive my rude self
How am I to shed my anguish?
How am I to cure myself?
For I am so ignorant!
How am I? How am I? How am I?
Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

How am I to ever honor your grace?
How am I to match your giving?
How am I? How am I? How am I?

Here I am, so self centered
So busy with I want, I want, and I want more
There you are a complete stranger
I have not ever met
Giving me a piece of your precious life!
How am I to match such a sacred gift?
How am I? How am I? How am I?

O Dearest Souls
I beg of you to accept my gratitude
I beg of you to forgive my poor attitude

Every morning I wake up it is you I need to thank
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, for ever and there after.

© Copyright 2006 Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Come

2006-07-16T14:26:00.000-04:00

May the Network of Love grow, expand, and shine,

Through the linking of the souls, One heart throbbing at a time,

May your heart awaken,

May your heart take a sip of the elixir of love,

May you taste the glory,

May you Burn in adoration,

May you be annihilated,

If you make it this far we shall fly in the skies with the angels and go beyond,

If you dare to come this far you are I and I am you an irradiating bundle of Joy!

Who cares for the bickering, arguing, fighting, or even human reasoning?

Forget those; they are only a temporary excuse for the most scared of Love,

Don't be shy my Beloved,

Come, Come, Come, Come and Come again,

No matter how afraid you are,

No matter how many times you fall,

Come to the vast oceans of my adoration,

Dive into the seas of my passion,

O Beloved one!

I am drunk with you!

Hold me it is our time to be lovers!

A special 4th of July

2006-07-04T16:14:00.001-04:00

I long hesitated to become a citizen of another country,

I long hesitated to accept another choice,

I long hesitated to consider another option,

I long hesitated to choose though eligible to ask,

It took me four years to decide,

It took me that long to apply,

I waited until I knew exactly why,

I wanted to be an American citizen,

It was not enough to do it for the logic,

I needed my inner peace with reason,

Last year on a hot day in summer,

As I was vacationing in the lands of my ancestors,

When I was able and ready to hear,

The answer came to me loud and clear,

"Liberty of consciousness is alive and well in America, Now!"

Since then, it has been smooth, beautiful, and easy,

I was granted my US citizenship in the most wonderful ceremony,

I pledged allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America,

From the bottom of my heart I meant every word I said,

I cried tears of joy for the whole time the festivities lasted,

I am thankful to have another choice, I am grateful to the American people,

For accepting me and allowing me to be one of them when I was ready,

I now have two citizenships,

The one I was born with,

My Moroccan identity which I cherish,

The one I choose to embrace,

My American identity which I hold precious,

This fourth of July, 2006, has a special meaning,

It has a unique fragrance and a special taste,

This is the first of time ever in my whole life,

I am celebrating the 4th of July, As an American Moroccan Citizen,

Full of gratitude I stand with a joyful heart I salute the American flag,

And I am singing the The Star-Spangled Banner.

The Gift of Love

2006-04-02T12:55:00.000-04:00

It is by no means a gift of love to buy into others flaws

What is the Truth?

2006-04-02T12:32:00.000-04:00

There is no such thing as The Truth

There is only your own unique truth

At the beginning it might be frightening

But stick with it for it becomes enlightening

© Copyright 2006, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Merry Christmas & Joyeux Noel

2005-12-27T14:22:00.000-05:00

Nature is bright white
The skies pour sparkly crystals
The bells ring at the doors
The children are excited
The trees are decorated
Traveling one to another
The families are gathering
I walk to the town
And I watch in owe
The excitement in the air
The anticipation in the hearts
The abundance of the offerings
The lush of the displays
I contemplate and enjoy
Every bit of the celebration
Mesmerized in a magical ecstasy
I gaze at the angels flying by

Merry Christmas & Joyeux Noel

© Copyright 2005, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

To My Beloved Mother By Najat Fares Kessler

2005-05-02T13:04:00.000-04:00

Did you choose me? Did I choose you? Or did we both pick each other?

Mom…
There were times when I thought I did not want you nor did I care,
There were times when I thought all I wanted is to get away from you,
There were times when you and I were like two enemy fighters on a battle field,
There were times when I thought I wanted to be the opposite of you in every way,

Today…
Whenever I think of a sunny smile, It is you beautiful Mother that comes to mind,
Alive and animated in four dimensions, smiling from the bottom of your heart,
In all and every actions of yours through all the years that have past and right now,
It is you smiling from the core of the core of your soul reaching out to me your beloved
With your burning desire to show me and to the universe, the magical wonders of love,
A mother’s love that has transcended all illusions of human limitations,
A Love that survived trials and trials and trials and trials and trials and trials,
You mother: A Warrior with a mission you are, tenacious, perseverant, and courageous,
You never let go of your purpose: loving, nourishing, and teaching,
Your love: Powerful & burning like a geyser, infinite, magnificent, and ever flowing,
You took on agonizing roles to teach me what I needed in order to live my life,
You dedicated your life journey to being a generous mother,
You gave and gave and gave and gave and you are still abundantly giving

Mom…
I know now, in the deepest of my heart of heart and soul I never ever,
Ceased to profoundly love you, not one year, one month, one day, one hour,
Not even one minute, not even one split second did it ever occur,

Today…
I am so grateful to you mother for all of the most agonizing,
Sacrifices that you took on to serve and teach me,
I am joyfully singing out loud my love to you,
With the same abundance you love me with,
Let me dive into your geyser and be burned in it,
Let me be burn in your boiling sea of love,
Let me be disseminate into your vast ocean,
So I shall no longer be separated from you,
I am ready to shed my old blind limited self,
I am ready to die into your burning love,
I am ready to become one with you and all there is!

With my deepest Gratitude & Love to you Mother,

Yours Forever,

najat

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Eid El Adha is here!

2005-02-03T18:17:00.000-05:00

Did you buy your “Kharoufe”1 or is it a “Maaza”2 this year,
Does yours have biggest horns or did you lost to the guys next door,
As of myself, I can’t quiet decide,
In the land of the snow, I have few options
Buying a sheep and slaughtering it in my backyard,
With big knifes and make a huge barbecue,
Will likely get me in trouble with the white and blue cars,
With the fancy spinning colored lights,
That are ridden by the fully armed gals and guys.
If I was ever gutsy enough to do such thing,
My neighbors will probably alert 911, FBI, and alert the
National Security Advisor in the white house, as well,
What to do? I use to enjoy this celebration,
And make it into a competition, with the watch and cleaning,
Chasing the blood of the killed animal, with a garden’s hose and a broom,
And making sure all the intestines are washed,
The animals stomach cleaned and peeled from its first layer of skin
Throw all to boil into a big pan, and then start the delicious mouth watering seasoning
Fabulous tasty olives and all the multicolored spices, Ah! I miss mama’s kitchen!
Of course the day must not end without having taken care of the head with the horns,
It is first barbecued, shopped open, then stripped of all forms of meat,
To prepare the “Rass” Dish it goes, I use to enjoy the tongue!
Happy Eid Al Adha to all of YOU!

1- Kharoufe = sheep
2- Maaza = goat

So you want to talk!

2004-12-28T12:07:00.000-05:00

The gift is valid for healing not talk,

This is your conscious mind that is playing tricks on you,

In order to make head way we must be rutheless with the mind,

It is your thinking that got you where you are at,

How can you get out of it using the same thinking? You can’t!

Your heart says this is a chance to break free!

You mind says let us use it to talk!

Your heat says we can do this!

You mind says NO! We don’t have money!

Let us just grab what is free!

Your heart says please don’t!

You mind says we must in order to survive!

Your heart says enough already it is time to thrive!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

So you are offended!

2004-12-28T11:49:00.000-05:00

So you are offended!
For your religion you are so afraid
What someone says might crash it
What someone thinks might damage it
What someone does might hurt it
Oh God! You may just get lost
Wake up! Enough already!
If your faith does not bear questioning
From others hearts you better leave it
Who do you think your are kidding
Only you is the obvious
If you think for a split second
That the lord’s business is a fragile one
Get over yourself!
It is your faith that is fragile
Not the lord nor his laws
So don’t get so worked up
About defending the Gods
It is your heart that is locked
And your Ego that is too fat
So like a weasel you get agitated
Yours is not more than overzealous act
Trying desperately to self convince
That you know when you don’t
All human knowledge pilled up
Is no bigger than what you can hold
Between a thumb and the index
So you think you know!
Please don’t think
It is your thinking that keeps down
It is your thinking that prevents you
Form reaching the heavens, You were given
Let go of the illusions, You shall be in heavens
Neither the lord, nor the angels,
Will ever be at the reach of the doubtful & fearful,
You need not defending God from others,
Your only challenge is defending
The voice of God within you from you!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Sticker

2004-12-28T11:46:00.000-05:00

What if you wake up one day?
In a place where you wants, your goals,
Your desires and your dreams are not legitimate.
A place where they might even be illegal at times.
A place where you are scrutinized, questioned,
Tested and so afraid to say that you come in for a better life.
That you have dreams of a better world.
That you think you might be able to change the world just by coming here.
You thought that you will be welcomed and celebrated.
You thought that you will be free a last.
And you discover the ugly face of reality here and now.
You are an outsider, you are not enough, you struck of bravery is kind of too common. You are one of millions and millions and millions.
You are just another worldwide beggar.
You have an accent. You talk in funny ways.
Another one, of those immigrants.
Some think you are illiterate,
Some think you may be a thief,
Some think you may be a fundamentalist,
Some swear that you are a terrorist.
Poor you! Who have no clue!
You smile, cook your traditional meals and invite them,
Sometimes you shake your heaps to show them some of your ancestor’s moves.
They call you Exotic, Colorful, Ethnic, different, or interesting!
And there you go now, for the first time in your life you got a sticker on your front head.
And you wipe in silence,
You ache in secrecy,
You put on a face,
And you try to not feel how badly it hurts.
You wish someone sees you as a human being
Like them and forget the stickers,
Just for a day, an evening or even an hour.

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

fear & anxiety

2004-12-28T11:43:00.000-05:00

Hello my fear and anxiety,
You got me at times all wrapped up,
In you network of what might happen,
I am tiered of you don’t you know,
I am exausted with your same old same old,
This feeling of hoplessness,
This feeling of helplessness,
I have a genuine ideas,
But you just won’t let it role,
Will you?
I am sick and tired of you,
Get lost!
Why I am calling you “my” fear,
Why am I calling you “my” anxiety,
You are not mine,
You are my mothers
Who got you from her elders
I am done with you,
Get the hell out of my way,
I am not here to baby sit you
Get out of my chest,
Get out of my life,
I am not here to carry you,
I am here for a greater purpose,
Then sit and just listen to you,
I am here for a bigger mission,
Than just be consumed by you,
You and all those you inhabit
Specially those who given to you,
Get the hell out of my way,
I am so done with you,
Today is the day!
I am taking back control of my life,
I am claiming all of myself
I am kicking you out for good,
I am reclaiming my power,
My birth right of being a life
And not a shadow as you profess,
I am finished with tip toeing around,
To please you, I lost so much,
To be able to breath under your oppression,
I compromised my self, my life, my entire being,
No more! Your ugly headed illusion
Will ran my life!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Don’t be offended

2004-12-28T11:40:00.000-05:00

Please don’t be offended,
I am here to shake up the status quo,
I am here to weak you up,
I am here to remind you,
Of the greatness that used to be yours,
The greatness of you ancestors,
That was based on wisdom and restraint,
Restraint from being offended,
Restraint from jumping to conclusion,
Restraint from being defensive,
Those who are small brains and closed up hearts
Don’t have room for the light of glory,
The glory of authenticity and truth,
The glory of the only truth
The glory of that, which does not discriminate,
The glory of love,
Please don’t be offended,
You have valid reasons to think what you think,
Hear me out, don’t be offended,
What I am saying is for you and only for you,
Without you it wouldn’t have come through
I am thankful and grateful to you,
Regardless what you choose to do,
Please don’t be offended,
Love will set you free

Copyrights 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.

To my Beloved Soul Friend

2004-12-28T11:36:00.000-05:00

The day I shall soar to the highest dimensions,
I shall rejoice in oneness with you and with all there is,
Even there I shall soar even higher with you and all there is,
For I am the essence of the divine and in this I there is you.

Copyrights 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.

I am Thankful, I am grateful

2004-11-24T16:29:00.000-05:00

I am thankful to know you,
I am grateful that I have you,
I am thankful for our interactions,
I am grateful for our connections,
I am thankful that you are here,
I am grateful that it is now,
I am thankful to be alive,
I am grateful you are alive,
I am thankful for this experience,
I am grateful for my inexperience,
I am thankful for the lands I walk on,
I am grateful for the skies I look upon,
I am thankful for the shining sun,
I am grateful for the beautiful moon,
I am thankful for the rain,
I am grateful for the wind,
I am thankful to you mother,
I am grateful to you father,
I am thankful to you sister,
I am grateful to you brother,
I am thankful to you husband,
I am grateful to you friend,
I am thankful to you family,
I am grateful to you community,
I am thankful to all beings,
I am grateful for all meanings,
I am thankful for the stars,
I am grateful for the scars,
I am thankful for every tear I ever shed,
I am grateful for every lesson I learned,
I am thankful for the opportunity,
I am grateful for this journey.

Happy Thanks Giving!

Copyrights 2004 Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Whose life is it?

2004-09-22T22:50:00.000-04:00

I have one humble suggestion,
To make as of your actual situation,
It is inside, Of you that it needs to be resolved,
Not in the outside!
You have no control over how others feel,
You have no control over what others do,
You have no control over how others react,
You have no control over what others believe;
However, you have all the power over how you feel,
You have all the power over how you react,
You are the only one, who is at the command of your being.
How you react to life,
How you react to others,
How you react to the world,
Is a very personal choice,
That you make at the deepest core of your being,
Peace and serenity of your heart,
Is what matter the most,
It is your sole responsibility,
For it is nothing short,
Of a self discovery journey,
The business of the heart,
Is about achieving intimacy,
First and foremost with your self,
For it is nowhere outside your self,
How your mother reacts to your life is her issue not yours,
How your father reacts to your life is his issue not yours,
How your siblings react to your life is their issue not yours,
How your friends react to your life is their issue not yours,
It is your birth right to be the star and the decision maker of your own life,
Your life is not your moms, not your fathers, not anyone else’s but yours,
What you do with your life is: All Yours!
Regardless, if you choose to be a people pleaser or your own person.

Copyrights 2004 Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved

For the Sake of you

2004-06-13T16:58:00.000-04:00

For the Sake of you wake up!
For the lord sitting in your heart wake up,
We having been sleeping for centuries now,
The time of getting up is overdue,
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
For the sake of you wake up,
I am here, hear me out,
I came to weak you up,
For the sake of life wake up
For the sake of heavens wake up
I am here, right now, I came for you,
Wake up for the sake of you!
Hear me out the lord is sitting in your heart,
He is patiently waiting for you to wake up,
So he can give you all the jewels
That he made just for you
Wake up! For the sake of you, get up,
I am here, right now, I came just for you,
I have been preparing for this long time ago,
I came and left many times,
So I can be ready for you,
I am your eyes that you closed,
I am your heart that you ignore,
I am your tongue that you don’t use,
I am the truth that scares you,
I am here, right now, I came just for you,
The whole purpose of my life if for you,
Wake up for I need to let you know
I am carrying all kind of miracles
And all I want is give them to you,
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Hear me out, with your heart,
Hear me out not with your head,
Hear me out and forget what you think you know,
Hear me out and discover the magnificence of the unknown,
I am here, right now, I am here just for you!
It is your time to shine,
It is your time to be divine,
It is your time to fly with the angels,
I am your guide and I am here to help you,
Wake up! For the Sake of You!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Let us Dream

2004-06-13T16:54:00.000-04:00

I dream of a world filled with harmony,
I dream of a world filled with bliss,
A world that is not afraid,
Neither of the Gods,
Nor of human kind,
A world of curiosity about itself,
A world of anticipation about life,
A world free from fight and flight,
A world of peace,
A world of love,
A world that is healed,
From the wounds of the past,
A world that embraces forgiveness,
A world that is clear from hatred,
A world that celebrates the creation,
A world that knows the connection,
A world that fully understands,
That its energy is one and the same,
Dreams do manifest,
Today’s reality might be an illusion,
Or one’s perception,
Dreams do manifest,
Let us dream…

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

What if?

2004-06-13T14:16:00.000-04:00

What if what you think is not it?
What if all your pain is from it?
What if it so easy to change it?
What if you are supposed to change it?
What if?
Why is the journey so hard?
Why can’t I just be like a tree?
Grow peacefully and peacefully be?
What is all the commotion for?
What are all these humans fighting for?
What if God does not care?
If you are a Saint or a Sinner,
What if it is not all that different to be a Saint or a Sinner?
How does one live like a lion, hunts, feeds himself, then peacefully rest,
Only hunts to sustain life, not for any other purposes,
The lions seem so noble compared to man kind!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Some things have to be said

2004-06-13T14:07:00.000-04:00

Some things have to be said,
But why argue back and forth,
Let us learn to state how we feel as is,
Let us make no apologies because we are alive,
Let us say we don’t know, when we don’t,
Let us ask questions when we don’t understand,
Let us stop being compliant out of habit,
Let us allow ourselves to be seekers of truth,
Let us not pretend that we hold the ultimate truth,
Let us put out there our request to the universe,
That we feel this way or that way, without restraint,
Let us learn how to ask for help and guidance,
Let us offer help when we can,
Let us make suggestions not shout orders,
Let us offer our insights not insults,
Let us learn how to honor humanity,
Let us respond genuinely,
Let us not deny others their humanity,
Let us allow others to be less than perfect,
We humans mess up and that is what we do best,
That is how we learn,
Let us learn and evolve,
Let us breathe and love,
Let us let go of the old ways,
Let us let go of our arrogant ways,
Let us stop being overly proud,
To the point of becoming obliviously blind,
Let us not miss our truth,
For the journey here is short,
Let us release the past,
Let us release resentment and grudges,
Let us let go of this manic habit of judging,
Let us release hurt and sadness,
Let us release all fears,
For fear is a jail that keeps us trapped in the past,
Worry is useless, it keeps us busy doing nothing,
Let us release the negative energy of darkness,
Let us embrace light and overcome darkness,
Even a beam of light will cut the thickness of darkness,
Monsters only grow in darkness,
So let us live in the light, in the open,
Let us hide nothing and learn again,
To live as beings of light.

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Your God is False and mine is the only Truth!

2004-06-13T14:03:00.000-04:00

Your God is False and mine is the only Truth by Najat Fares Kessler

Since the beginnings of the times,
Humans worshipped some kind of divinity,
All along the history there were wars and wars and wars,
Fought in the “name” of one form of divinity or another,
Humans inflected on other humans horrendous sufferings,
They slaughtered one another in the name of one god or many,
Today, it is still the case; religious extremism is at the edge,
Some are killing themselves to overcome the “enemies of God”,
Some are killing others to defend “God’s way of life”
Others are killing for the claim of uprooting “the Access of Evil”
Both parties claim that they are after “Evil” yet they are fighting against each other,
One wonders why humans don’t make an alliance to fight this hard to catch Evil,
If they are only fighting for “God” as each of the parties claims,
Why don’t they take a moment to check each others?
And realize since they are all made the same way,
Their maker might be one and the same,
And if it is so, why are they still fighting?
In the name of this same maker against each others,
After all, maybe that all humans that live and have ever lived,
And claim to kill one another in the name of God,
Are just murderers, who use the concept of God to make their acts of horror,
Into a grand act in the divine’s name,
Is there such thing called God?
Or are humans projecting their level of consciousness,
Into some kind of fictitious higher power?
The lower the consciousness the more vengeful and cruel their Gods are?
After all, none had ever crossed to the other side, spent some time,
And came back to inform the living on how it goes behind the curtains of death.
If you think that your god is the only truth what proofs do you have?
Except from the “holly” books or old storytelling,
Aren’t those the same proofs all and every religion has?
Why should yours be the only truth?
Maybe there is a higher power,
Maybe it is out of the grasp of our consciousness?
Maybe it is just way different than all of these “Gods”,
That humans worship or have worshipped so far,
A higher power that has no use for humans killing each others,
A higher power that has no use of human judgment,
A higher power that has no use of heaven or hell,
Maybe it is in the human saga that the house of God is,
Maybe after creating humans God dissolved into tiny pieces,
And each piece implanted itself in everything that lives, including human heart,
Imagine that within every human being there is a piece of God,
Imagine that this piece of God is able to connect to all the other pieces,
How exalting to carry a piece of God within you!
How exalting to be God as the drop of water is a part of the sea,
Maybe God is waiting for us to allow him to unfold within us,
Maybe God is patiently waiting for us to allow his pieces to connect,
Maybe that is what it takes for the joy to explode in our heart,
Shine through us and lovingly reach out to others,
Maybe then humans can blissfully fly!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler. All Rights Reserved.

What if you wake up one day?

2004-06-13T13:59:00.000-04:00

The New Trend of Religious abusers in Moroccan scene,

2004-06-13T13:50:00.000-04:00

The abuser is a man or a woman that is always looking for someone to abuse,
The abuser acts friendly to start with,
Then he become incursive about the privacy of others he is planning to abuse,
Then little by little he brings up his views on how things Should be,
To make his claims powerful he backs it up with what he thinks is God’s way!
He talks on behalf of God and don’t you dare question him,
Because you are going to burn in hell!
The abuser has no room for tolerance or compassion,
The abuser does not listen or discuss, he gives orders,
The abuser talks down to others and tells them what to do, how to think and how to feel,
The abuser does not see the suffering of others, he is busy punishing them some more,
The abuser does not see good in humans,
He is too busy looking for something to judge them for,
The abuser has no ethics, no integrity, no personal honor,
The abuser lies, defames, attacks, hurts anyone and everyone,
Then he will apologize or play dam by pretending that he was joking,
He pads his victims on the back telling them that they should not have started it,
And goes on his best behaviors playing nice,
While making sure that he had them on check,
He wants them to be afraid of him and makes sure it stays that way,
Until he does it again and here goes the vicious circle,
The abuser inflects pain,
The abuser lives in pain,
The abuser is in pain,
The abuser is scared to death to open up,
The abuser is scared to death to let go of the pain,
The abuser is scared to dearth to change,
The abuser knows nothing about the magical,
Transcending experience of letting go of fear,
The abuser knows nothing about the power of Love,
The abuser knows nothing about inner peace,
The abuser knows nothing about the Experience of the Divine,
Therefore he is all over the place talking about one religion or another,
He who experienced the Divine does not talk about or on behalf of the Divine,
For there are no words to describe or say on behalf of the Divine,
He who seeks the Divine ought to learn how to be still,
The Divine is not sitting exclusively in the religious book of Islam
Or in any other religious book that exist or will ever exist,
The Divine is everywhere, in that stone, that cat, that flower,
It is in the realm of the creation that one ought to look for the Divine,
Human beings are part of the creation,
Be still and look for the Divine within you!
No spiritual growth will ever come from abusing the creation,
No spiritual growth will ever come from abusing humans,
No one deserves to be abused, not a cat, not a drunk, not a prostitute,
No one needs to be abused in order to connect with the Divine,
No one needs to be around abusers,
Hold the compassion in your heart for them,
But move your legs as fast as you can when an abuser shows up,
Negative energy is the fastest form of contagious illness for the heart,
It is in the deepest of our hearts that the Divine sits,
Keep your heart polished and clear from hatred and fear,
Fill it with love and compassion; find something to love about every bit of the creation,
Fear equals Darkness, and monsters only grow in darkness,
Love is light and light is love, The Divine is Love.

Maoulana Jallan Eddine Rumi (13century) wrote:

Quote: "Define and narrow me, you stare yourself of yourself
Nail me down in a box of cold words,
That box is your coffin.
I do not know who I am.
I am in an astounded lucid confusion.
I am not a Christian, not a Jew, not a Zoroastrian,
I am not even a Muslim……
I am the life of life.
I am that cat, this stone, no one…….
I see and know all times and worlds
As one, one, always one.
What do I have
To do to get you to admit who is speaking?
Admit it and change everything!
This is your own voice echoing of the walls of God."Unquote.
Excerpt from The Rumi Card Book by Eryk Hanut

Facts about Morocco:

The Berbers of Morocco are part of the few populations that embraced Islam by choice and have not been forced to it by the sowrd.
Berber girls don’t cover, Berber girls are allowed to date in front of the whole village,
They are allowed to date accept gifts and break up with one boy friend and date another one, until they meet their husbands
Berber women sing, dance and are highly respected poets,
Moroccan Islam has always been the El Madhab El Maliki, not a Chiite or Sunnite one,
Morocco is the only Islamic country, who did not succumb to the Othman Empire,
Morocco has a long tradition of Sufism.
Morocco is in Northwest of Africa, not in the Middle East.

Speaking on Behalf of God

2004-06-13T13:47:00.000-04:00

How can we humans speak on behalf of God?
When we are suspicious of others,
We are suspicious of the world,
We hastily jump to conclusions,
We are self rigthouss, controlling and abusive,
We are impolite, inconsiderate,
We are Rude and hurtful,
We are Disrespectful,
We are judgemental,
We are Ignorant,
We are Arrogant,
We are Blind with our own Perceptions,
How can we preach?
We got no ground for such speech,
If the Creator wanted the earth to be one and only one Religion,
He would have arranged for it to be so,
Well it is not the case,
Shouldn’t we rather than hating every other Religion,
Learn how to live peacefully,
Treat others with the same respect and dignity,
We are lunging for,
This only means learning to be a decent human being,
How can we speak on Behalf of God?
When we have no clue about the creation,
When we have no respect for the creation,
Which is the realm of God!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

By God I am a Woman

2004-06-13T13:44:00.000-04:00

By God I am a woman and these are my nipples,
If you can’t stand them look the other way!
I shall not cover my body,
I shall not lower my voice,
I shall not lower my gaze,
By God I am a woman and these are my nipples,
If you can’t stand them look the other way!
I will look at you right in the eye!
And see through your shivering soul,
Don’t make up rules to cope with your own fears,
And call them Divine rules, they are not,
If the Divine meant for a woman to be covered,
The Divine would have made women with feathers,
By God I am a woman and these are nipples,
If you can’t stand them look the other way!
I shall not cover my body,
I shall not lower my voice,
I shall not lower my gaze,
By God I am a woman and these are my nipples,
If you can’t stand them look the other way!
I am beautiful, I am sensual, and I am an enchanting desire,
No, I am not here to pull you down,
No, I am not here to cause your fall from grace,
You long ago forgot about grace,
I am here to Dance with harmony,
I am here to Live with passion,
I am here to Vibrate with life,
I am here to Give life,
I am here to Embody the Divine,
I am here to Remind you of what you forgot,
You inner state of Grace!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

How can I serve without being full of myself?

2004-06-13T13:41:00.000-04:00

Please God help me,

I call on you, help me!

Help me,

I am afraid

Help me

Get rid
Of the dark shadow
Of fear,

Help me
Free up myself

Help me
Free me

I know of the light
I want to dissolve
Into light

Help me
Dear God

Help me

Help me
O beloved

Help me

I crave for the light
Help me

Help me
Become a light

Your channel of light
Here and now,

Dear God answer my prayers
Help me!!!!!!!!!!

I am calling on you
Here and now,

Help me!!!!!!!!!!!

© Copyright 2003, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

God spoke to me

2004-06-13T13:31:00.000-04:00

God spoke to me
From within the deepest
Of my heart and soul
Whenever, I went down,
Slammed by the judgments
Of your likes
When I though I ought to
Make you see me, like me,
See the good within me,
See my pain, see my efforts,
No way, you did not see me,
God spoke again and said
Don’t you give up!
I am here, I love you!
You are all rights!
Regardless of the fall,
Thus, I stood up and since then,
I listen to this voice within me,

© Copyright 2003, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Hear My Call

2004-06-13T13:30:00.000-04:00

Hear my call by Najat Fares Kessler

O my heart,
O my body,
O my soul,
O the skies
O the earth
O the galaxies
O the universe!
Hear my Call!
O the angels,
O Gods,
Hear my call!
My heart is aching
Hear my call!
O Buda,
O Moussa,
O Jesus,
O Mohammed,
Hear my call!
Within me,
Bowling,
Is a volcano,
Hear my call!
O Women,
O men,
O all beings,
Hear my Call!
My heart is chattered,
Hear my Call!
I am all that,
You deny,
Hear my Call!
Do not lose me,
In words,
Hear my Call!
What do I have To do?
What do I have To say?
To get you To admit
I am you,
Hear my Call!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Ecris! Mon Amour

2004-06-13T13:27:00.000-04:00

Certes, il est vrai que les oiseaux se cachent pour mourir,
Ne meure pas mon amour,
Je ne vaudrais pas que tu meure,
je vaudrais que tu vive,
non seulement que tu respire,
mais que tu vibre de vie,
Ecris! mon amour,
Aime, souffre et vit!
donne voie a ta tristesse!
donne voie a ton desespoir!
c'est au milieu du cahoes,
comme un gyzer,
que la naissance
d'une nouvelle vie
jaillisse!
Ecris! mon amour,
Ecris!
tu es entrain de subir,
la transformation,
tu brisera ta chrysalide,
tres prochainement,
comme un papillon au printemp,
tu t'envolera haut dans le ciel bleu!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

A break from myself

2004-06-13T13:21:00.000-04:00

It would be nice to be someone else for a day,
Just for a break from myself in a way,
Be someone who is blissfully free,
Free from fear, envy and jealousy,
Free from the desire of being perfect,
Free from all that I don’t like about me,
Free from being me and judging me,
Free from my usual limitations,
Free from all I ever known,
Free from my bad habits,
Free from my burdens,
Be able to do things that I don’t dare,
Dress in a different style,
Talk and walk in a different way,
Blissfully free as a sun’s ray,
Just for a day,
Just for a break from form myself in a way!

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

To My Beloved Father

2004-06-13T13:19:00.000-04:00

O Father, I miss you, Dearest Dad, I miss your smile, Your hugs and gentle loving touch,
My Beloved Father, I feel your heart, I want you to know,
That I don’t have one, Not one single memory, Of a bad day with you,
Through it all, You always had and still have, An unconditional love for me,
A loving touch, A loving smile, Loving eyes, A loving silence,
You stood up for me, You honored me, You always put me first,
You made tremendous sacrifices, And dramatic changes in your life,
To protect me and raise me well, You wanted me educated,
Even though you did not write or read,
I still remember my first day of school, How dedicated and excited you were,
The black and white Street photographer session, by the Spanish Consulate in Casablanca,
When you put me on your bicycle seat, And rode standing up all the way to school,
In our travels to go back visit the Berber village where you were born in the south,
You put me first and would hold me, my head on your lap all the way,
You hold my hand tight and walked me into places that most think girls are not allowed in,
You made sure I was fed, clean, educated and safe,
You cared less of what anybody else thought,
You never once told me, when I grow up I should get married and have kids,
You always said: “I want you to grow up and become an educated, wise and decent human being.”
When my life fell apart, and I lost my job, friends and almost lost my life,
You stood by me, supported me, and you were ready to fight for me, no matter what,
When Grandma died, and my sisters and I pilled up in my car to follow the procession,
Some overzealous family member who came for the funerals told my sisters and I that we should not go, Women should not be part of the procession,
You stepped in and told him where to go,
Dearest Dad, I have a tremendous respect for you because no matter how young I was,
You always respected me, You always treated me with respect and dignity,
You took care of me when I was so vulnerable,
You love me with your heart, and always hold me inside you heart,
Amazing you Dad! You, who grow up as an orphan very early in age,
You lost your own father as you were in the womb and lost you mother right after she gave you birth,
With them gone so early, you lost every thing else, shelter, education and even food,
You grow up most of the times hungry, son of a Highly Educated Master yet not knowing how to read,
Yet, you are a Father Hero! You are my Hero! A Hero of a whole generation and era!
Today, living in a country leading the world, helping others sort out their lives,
I come to compare between your achievements and those of others,
Very few of them come close to your heart wisdom and enlightenment,
Dearest Dad I am grateful to you until the last breath I take and forever thereafter,
O Dad, my Beloved Father, You are the Best Dad in the world,
If I have to do it all over again, I will not change a thing about you!
Your loving daughter now, and an honored grateful soul for ever,
I know as I am sitting here crying and writing this you are thinking of me.

© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Who heals the healer?

2004-06-13T13:14:00.000-04:00

I for the life of me did not figure out this one yet!
If I did, I would be Enlightened already!
I wrestle with myself,
I know most of the time what I ought to do.
However, I don’t yet know how to get myself to do it.
I go from one teacher to another,
Like a sponge I am ready to absorb,
All and every wisdom they want to share with me
I get up and leave their classrooms,
Feeling that I am better than before,
Yet, I am still not free.
Back to myself,
I just sit here,
Not doing much and not feeling great.
Though the fears are less,
I am still at lost.
Who am I?
What am I to do?
Yes! When I heal others I do feel at peace!
I feel I am who I ought to be!
When I teach,
The students bring the best out of me!
When I help,
The one who seems to be in need,
Gives me, a Godly me!
Yet, when it is done and over with!
And I am back to myself,
I neither feel Best nor Godly.
I just sit here.
I dreamed about having a Master,
Who would show me.
Yet, it never manifests,
It seems as if I am banned to be a loner!
In my quest for who I want to be!
Yearning, I am craving the connection!

© Copyright 2003, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.

Immigration

2004-06-13T13:09:00.000-04:00

Immigration is a loss of status,

A loss of the ability to speak and to write,

Your language is neither cared for nor even understood,

And the new language is a mystery to you,

Immigration is falling back into infancy,

While you are wearing a full grown up body,

You can’t speak, and you don¹t know where to go,

You are talked to like a child,

Often with sentences ending with, “Do you understand?”

Immigration is the anxiety of writing an email,

Always wondering and doubting yourself,

Hoping that your choice of words is right,

Hoping that you don’t sound rude or impolite,

Hoping that the recipient of your email does not judge you,

as someone who has no education because you misspell,

Immigration is bleeding through the journey for several years,

Immigration is lunging to get a chance to hear Mom, Dad, Sisters, Brothers, Niece, Nephew’s voices,

And having to pay several dollars per minute in order to be able to talk to them,

Immigration is the year going by without anyone around noticing any of the celebrations and holidays you cherish,

Immigration is watching others enjoy their holidays and celebrations with their family while yours are out of reach,

Immigration is living in an environment where there is nothing about you,

Not a word about the customs and traditions you grew up with,

Not a word about your food, you culture or your history,

Immigration is being labeled “Ethnic”, I never understood what that means since all human have ethnicity not just one group,

Immigration is being talked to in a condescending way “you poor immigrant coming from a third world country.”

Immigration is thousands of feeling spinning in your heart while seldom you find an ear to hear you,

Immigration is being afraid to share the flaws in your country, religion, customs and traditions and see or hear the expression of pity,

Immigration is losing the illusions you had when you came in,

Immigration is a dramatic human experience,

Immigration to the USA is the hardest and most painful thing I had ever done,

My experience is as if I am an uprooted full grown up tree,

I carried my tree on my shoulders and traveled from one side of the globe to the other,

The tree and I face to the whole world,

My country did not help me to make the move and the USA did not help me to come here,

I had to make my case and prove that I am a decent human being,

While I am looking for a safe spot to plant my tree and nurture it again,

It has lost all its green leaves and juicy fruits and a lot of its roots died,

I finally planted my tree again and I am nurturing it and doing my best to protect in and make sure it adapts to the weather and the dirt of the new land.

Hoping that it will grow and make the biggest and juiciest fruit it ever made!

© Copyright 2003, Najat Fares Kessler.

How it feels

2004-06-13T13:04:00.000-04:00

Am I angry? I am enraged!
Furious and outraged!
For all the ignorance,
All the misinterpretations,
Misreading of religion,
All that I was told,
By God! How dare you!
How dare you!
Tell me how I feel?
And over and over,
I was told “Keep it down!”
Belittled, Humiliated, Denied,
Half in the sibbilinghood,
Less than nothing in inheritance,
Worthless as a witness,
By God! How dare you!
How dare you!
If there is any kindness!
How come you indulge?
In the privilege of your “manhood”,
How come you did and do not speak up?
For the injustice!
On daily basis,
Abused, Harassed,
And assaulted,
Under everyone’s eyes,
Where were you!
By God!
One of many,
I paid for every bit of it,
For today’s little ones,
I shout out loud my cry,
For today’s grown ups,
Deep in the bliss of ignorance,
What do you do?
Don’t you start with the usual,
Talk about “God’s” rules,
What do you know about God?
How dare you! How dare you!
Reinterpret the Divine for me?
Your discriminating against women God,
Is just that: Your God, not mine!
Like you he is a prejudist!
And if you are so great save yourself!
I am in charge for my own salvation!
Spear me your outdated condescending gimmicks!
Between my maker’s hidden massages,
In the gift of brain he honored me with,
And your not holding water interpretations,
I choose to use the gift of brain,
And I am telling you,
Back off!
I shall not hide my body,
I shall not lower my voice,
I am shouting out loud,
Wake up!!!!!!
Wide open your eyes,
See the disturbing part of you,
That you don’t like to see!
And before you hastily say,
In your dismissive usual ways,
That this is my own imagination,
Read the Moudawanna’s constitution!

© Copyrights 2003 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved.

Think again

2004-06-13T13:02:00.000-04:00

Unless one is born a female and lived to be an adult in a society where being female equal second class citizen, one has no idea of the turmoil a human being in such condition goes through.
Where do I start?
From when you are way little and you are told that you can’t run around with the other male children, you are a girl and girls are locked up in homes and are suppose to learn how to serve everyone else,
When you are told that you are supposed to eat left over because you are just a girl and men and boys are served first and are given the best of the feast,
When you are told in order to make God happy you have to hide most of your body,
When your breast is growing and you are told now it is even more of an emergency,
When you have your first periods and you are told, well you are kind of dirty,
You are told on your shoulders lays the burden the honor of your entire family,
It is vital to keep the hymen intact and don’t ever think about using the clitoris,
For you are supposed to be a virgin for the Man,
And Remember that you do not have claims whatsoever over his virginity,
He is not up to the test here but you and only you are,
You are supposed to keep your self pure for him,
So when he gets to you he is the first one who ever touched you,
When you are told that naked, you are basically the Devil temptation
You are that only thing that may distract this Man from his spiritual path,
You see this Man has no power over his penis when he sees you,
You are told that you are to obey this Man that can’t help himself to live,
You have to cook for him, clean after him, and obey him,
You are told that even if This Man acts irresponsible, it is on you,
It is on you to be the hidden beauty Queen, the best Chef Cook, The Best Mother, The Best, Most Perfect, and Wise Woman in the Earth,
For this, so Weak, Man; because he is just a Man,
This Man who can not make sense of himself,
Who is overwhelmed buy his erection
Who, is so scared and hides behind artificial games of life,
Of course, he will come up with all kind of mind chatter,
Intellectual explanations and ego justifications,
The Koran, the Bible, the Taorat, Traditions, Culture,
What do I know?
Fearful, Ignorant, Arrogant, the Ego is cunning,
You are talking to me about God!
Forget the Mosques, the Churches and Temples,
Forget all the religious books,
I am a Creature of God!
Can’t you see?
Like you, I only and only belong to God!
When did you take over and become God!
If you experienced God, how come you can’t you see me?
Yes, try that,
Try to keep me lower so you can feel higher,
To all Men on the Earth, the lower you put your women,
The lower you are,
And that is how human kind got into the chaos,
We are in right now!
Think again.

© Copyrights 2003 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved