There’s things I know that have no significance to u but they’ve become a part of who I am and they’ve helped me tremendously in my life. One of these things is the Arabic language. Everyday to some degree I study and use it. I’m no Arab lol I’m the descendant of African slaves and of the beautiful people here, the Anishinaabe.The greatest influence in my own life though was an Arab. The book he brought, which changed my life, The Quran, was revealed in Arabic… So years ago in my twenties, while in federal prison, I starting studying it. I learned to read, write, and eventually speak a tongue that in the beginning sounded like someone choking while trying to drinking a cup of water and who’s writing looked like children’s scribbles to me. It was a struggle. But hours and hours of reading and talking out loud looking crazy, practicing dialoge and pronounciation, I became pretty proficient at it. So much so, that I rarely speak to God in English anymore. To be real, to The Creator, our tongues don’t mean a thing. He is the All-knowing one. The language of the heart, which emanates either truth or deciet is what he’s concerned with, not the articulation of some human vocal sounds…But…some languages are considered sacred by people. There are subtle or overtly charged meanings in some words and phrases in one language u may not have in another. I barely know any Ojibwe, though by blood, I’m connected to it. If knowledge is what u seek and u long to have something sacred and special between u and Our maker who provided the whole world with the whole variety of our differences in colors and languages then learn all u can of ur language and use it. Even if u studder the words out at first and have to mix it up to finish ur thoughts with ur adopted tongue English, do it. Ask him to help u. May it be made easy and beneficial to u. Everyone Have a good day. peace.

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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