You may see my burqa...

You may see my burqa as a lonely night, 

but within my heart is a ka'ba of Light.

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(the video is a "must see" also)

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Ka Ba of the Ancient Egyptians

There exists, for those who seek It,
a silent yet innate understanding
of Divine Sound and Vibration
which opens souls
 to their Light-Self
in a myriad of ways.
For those who see
with the Eyes of the Light-Self,
only the Light-Self exists.

There is nothing but LightLoving Space.
May All Existence Recognize Their True Home.

Only the dervishes let their women go free...

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Only the dervishes let their women go free.

My own daughters dance in their heads.

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The men here beat us for bringing flowers

under our burqas to smell.

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I tell my daughters stories to satisfy their freedom.

We sing our landays together by the hearth.

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Perhaps my daughters will travel to kitchens far away,
we have been singing about these places since Eve began.

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I was given my sons by Allah...

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I was given my sons by Allah.

My Daughters are Divine, a part of My Heart.

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My daughters dreamed of their lives in America.
They wanted men who set their hearts on fire.
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I have one gift for my daughters.

They will never leave the hearth.

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There is a goddess in our kitchen-

her fire will turn the men to ashes.
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We threw salt on the fire at the mosque.
then returned to our hearths to pray.
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Ancient Afghan Poetry Form Adapts to Portray Modern Life

The moon

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The moon found us sleeping there.

The lashes on our backs were glistening like tears.

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There are many Paths to Light since we died.

Stars sing about angels.

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Fatimah wraps us in Her Light.
There is nothing left to fear.

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no one sleeps now accept the sneering man with the key...

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 no one sleeps now accept the sneering man with the key. 

 when he wakes up, it jingles like he is opening doors. 

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 the old lady with scars from her husband sketches our faces. 

 she says it helps her remember her own. 

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 one day she will paint canvas blue for her freedom. 

 my father says my art destroys his soul

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 we are women the men want broken. 

we are captives, shards of their unmet desires.

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 at night, we form a line of 13 women, 

we wait for the owl and feed her words from our hands.

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the owl returns with messages from the Goddess.

we dance like women set free.

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Sometimes the wind sings of peace...

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Sometimes the wind sings of peace.

I offer in gratitude to you the rhythm of my heart.

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A drum can bring a dead heart back to life.

Hide your drum in a safe place for the oppressed women.

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Shaman spirits pass out drums to each Prophetess.
We believe Our Prophet, Muhammad, still cries for our suffering.

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We are the mothers of these drums.

We are the mothers of these men who forbid us to play them.

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We have heard of a woman not far from here.
The Moon is Her Drum.

Isn't it strange that you haven't heard my voice in days?

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Isn't it strange that you haven't heard my voice in days?

 I have retreated into my cave of silence.

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There are poets who use no words.
One poet says he wrote the dawn chorus.

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Perhaps I have not told you,
we are gathering in the woods to listen.

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Rumi knew there is Life in all words.
The temple opens when he speaks.

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This video is beautiful.  Please take the time to experience it.

I hear the men chanting Allah...

Noor-un-Nisa says:

We hear the men chanting Allah.

Hear us call You Mother.

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We are different when the men are not here.
We dance until the Light appears.

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another version of this beautiful video...

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#LandaysInMyGrandmothersBook

We lived with Her Mercy...

We lived with Her Mercy within their wombs.

We asked Her who will I be when I become me?

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#LandaysInMyGrandmothersBook

my heart longs to know each secret

Noor-un-Nisa says: 

my heart longs to know each secret-

the great Crone is smiling.