It’s not just about salvation…. I’ve passed another boundary of my then limited understanding. That’s not what this road is really about. I wasn’t made just to avoid being throw in the flames or being good just to receive rewards… this is about fulfilling the very purpose of my creation… I…Am a child of Adam, intended by trial and examination to achieve through the guidance, love, and mercy of my lord, to reach my intended station in his grandly majestic plan for those who choose faith and service to him instead of servitude to the overindulgent and worldly appetites of their ownselves… yes…true, heaven or al jannah, which means “The Garden” in Arabic, is a goodly goal to never lose sight of in all this misery and conflict down here, it’s still but a consequence (although an exaltedly generous one) given by Allah as an everlasting reward for those who regarded him here and strove in his cause faithfully while the rest followed their whims, fantasies, and desires in complete heedless of the one who made them or what they were even created and brought here to life to do. To be honored by honoring him… to be acknowledged for acknowledging him… snd remembered by remembering him, so in this I am committed… and to put my words to the test I have to be humble enough to continue on calling out to him in prosperity or hardship… yeah, u may think I’m delusional with this talk lol…nah, I don’t think I am… I’m a Mujaahid… a Muslim warrior… not the twisted image of a psychotic man blowing himself up to shed the blood of those of no threat believing it’s God’s will… no, I believe in Allah’s word and reject murdering innocents…but the kind of mujaahid to say no to face of the one who inspired me in my past to prostitute my soul off for the wealth of a worthless and lying world…. nah, I’m not crazy at all…

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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