Love, Philosophy, Religion, Uncategorized

An Open Letter To My Muslims Brothers & Sisters

Assalamu alaikum

The world tells me we are inherently different. I’m not a Muslim my self, but I’ve always been fascinated & inspired by Islamic contribution to human civilization. The history of & historical figures from the Islamic world have fascinated & inspired me for years, especially the era of the Islamic  Renaissance in North Africa, the Middle East & Spain. As a student of philosophy the works of Muslim thinkers & scholars have always grabbed my attention, particularly Abu al-Walid Muhammad ibn Ahmad ibn Rushd (known in the West as Averroes). I first encountered Ibn Rushed in a wonderful Philosophy class I took in college for my minor. My German born professor admired him & introduced us to the basics of his system of though. This passage from his book The Decisive Treatise stood out to me

The double meaning [of religion & philosophy] has been given to suit people’s diverse intelligence. The apparent contradictions are meant to stimulate the learned to deeper study.

What this has always seemed to mean for me, a non-believer of God, is that religion & philosophy often have the same goal: to understand the Universe, what takes place in it, our own place in it, and how to live with and understand one another. There is intrinsic difference between people of faith & people of freethinking philosophy, just slight variations in emphasis & ontology. We all live by moral standards, we all have family or communities, we all seek knowledge, we all seek to better ourselves & those we love & care for. The differences in how we come to understand ourselves & our world are not nearly as important as the fact we do all seek to know, to feel, to love, to explore. 

There are many paths to truth, to happiness, to wisdom. We do a great disservice to ourselves & our fellow human beings when we close off a path because it may not seem familiar at first. I have found that when one takes the time to take, as Frost wrote, “the path less travelled”, you see that what at first seems to your eyes and mind to be alien is in fact your own world made new again through difference; a tree is a tree is a tree again, and a wise thought is wisdom in any tongue or any culture. We translate our seeming differences by experiencing them, through a striving to see love in unknown places, and emerging from the path to a shared destination.

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A beautiful building stands near my apartment in Bolingbrook, Illinois, a Masjib & community center. It represents to me the wonderful diversity of this country & its people, people who make our community stronger & more enlightened. I smile when I think of the young Muslim families I see at the library or at the store; how proud they seem, how kind & friendly they are. On a more personal note, when I was in college it was hard for me to make friends (I am autistic and social skills are not my forte) and many of my peers ignored me or did not take the time to try to understand my life or point of view. That is until I met a group of Muslims students, some of whom I worked with at the College library. They were warm, open, non-judgemental, invited me to sit with them at lunch, introduced me to new people & ideas. We enjoyed the time we spent together, and even though we saw the world differently sometimes, we never let these differences get in the way of caring for one another as human beings. Their friendship during this hard time in my life is not something I will ever forget.

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Today many of our non-Muslim leaders in government, medias & culture are telling us to fear Muslims, to hate them, to shun them. They tell us Islam is an “evil” religion, one that has no intellectual tradition worth studying, no love for women or those outside of Islam. I know these are calumnies, blood libels told to benefit those with power & who want power, whose imperial aims thrive when Muslims and non-Muslims fight & terrorize one another. I know that the West has blood on its hands and has done much to earn the distrust of some in the Muslim World. I know that fanatics on both sides need this hatred & use it to wield power over people who just want to live safe, happy lives. I know that those who hate, who want us to hate, believe that there are two worlds at war. I know the truth. I know there is one world, one humanity. I know refugees are seeking what I seek: a home, love, education, enrichment, happiness, community. I know most Muslims know this too. We are not different, we have no reason to fear one another. We must love one another. I support Muslims, I support refugees, I support immigrants. I support my brothers & sisters. I reject Trump & his fascist ideology, his fascist programs. I stand with you, and I know many more stand with you too. We are not different, you and I. We are the same people making our way, sometimes on different paths, sometimes on the same path, all heading to the same destination.

yours in friendship,

Noah Mann-Engel

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anarchism, art, Love, Nations, Politics, Spain, Uncategorized

The Cream of Aragon

Her farmers hands deep in the earth

gravid with hale prosperity

coaxing forth a flourishing worth

to furnish her community

 

her humble sweat a palliative

to dulcify her burning brow

her labor is the love she lives

and to her comrades she’ll endow

 

the sun will set before she’s done

but with evening comes release

a night of humor, dance, and fun

with the cream of the Argonese

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Love, poetry

Habibati

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little habibati

wrapped in your swaddling cloth

held to your grandfathers breast

no more breath in your fragile lungs

burned by unholy fire

bound to the land

of your birth and death

forever

there is no apology

no words

no way to soothe the grief

in your mother’s heart

in your father’s eyes

in your brother’s soul

You never knew anything

but love

until your last moment

until your last breath

taken from you

stolen like the land

in which your broken bones

will lay forever

you never had a chance

to raise your voice

to look on in wonder

as your friends and comrades and family

stand by you

and liberate

with love

a land that has not known love

for so long

you could have brought music

poetry

you could have brought forth life

of your own

but you will not

you will only mulder

and rot

and fade away into the dust

that is washed from your face

by your grandfather’s desperate tears

you were hope

and now you will only ever be

a memory

 

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Love, poetry

Night

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Night
(night…night…night)
There is only the night for
Our dreams and our flights
Of fancy and fevered
Thoughts
Carried like seeds peppered upon
The edge a Doe’s eyelash
Tumbled, trembled off into the
Night
(night…night…night…)
The most familiar shadow
Of all cast upon us once
and twice one hundred times
Again and again
As the world ambles
Drunken
Whispering to the starlight
Night
(night…night…night…)
Numberless cravings sated with
Interwined fingers, bodies in soft
congress, within each other
Physically
Filled
Filling
Fulfilled
Longing
Need
Joy expressed in leaps of the heart and thrills
Down the back
Verses of thanksgiving written
In perspiration chilled by the cool air of the
Night
(night…night…night…)

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Love, poetry

Behold Me

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Behold me and it behoves me to speak
It’s remarkable how much I loved you
Though I suppose mine’s not the love you sought
Remember me now that I am through

Traveling that brambled path towards your heart
I so often stumbled and lost my way
And myself in the pursuit, so I started
To see my life was to steep a price to pay

I am alone now but no longer lost
My heart is heavy but I will not sink
Into saddness or grief over the past
You were never worth the trouble, Methinks

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