the beauty of amina/5:55am

whoops i need to get back on this blogging tip more frequently. its actually funny that i do blog usually when i can’t sleep but anyways.. i was looking through my poetry book from highschool and i read this poem i wrote for my mom after she moved away and (not to toot my own horn but) i must say its one of the best things I’ve ever written. I’m proud of it. I’m actually in the midst of working an idea around it so i don’t know if i should put it all up or just parts of it.. hmm.. i’ll figure it out before i end this post. so, umm whats new with me? to be honest, absolutely nothing. cliche? maybe. but its one hundred percent true. actually backtrack(a.d.d. thought).. i was looking at some of my poems and its funny to me that half the stuff i wrote i dont even remember what inspired them. like, someone help me out! why was 2008 infamous? i know 2010 was, but 2008? actually.. nevermind. i remember! and, yes it may appear like i am having a conversation with myself as it should because i actually am. in other news *coversface* Je suis vraiment fatigue! Alors, i will end this rant about nothing now. i feel like that could potentially belong in the Seinfeld archives somewhere.. maybe?
heres my poem for my wonderful, superduperfanstical mother! it is titled “the beauty of amina” (amina is her name for all you folks that need the obvious pointed out)

The Beauty of Amina
must be seen from the deepest of her brown eyes,
as it is the gateway to her heart,
the place where her love for me resides
The Beauty of Amina
Is not in a beauty mark on her face
But the beauty of this woman
Is reflected from the beauty within her soul
The beauty of Amina
Is more than her smile
But, is her inspiration that keeps me smiling
Amina
If I could give you a diamond for all the tears you’ve cried because of me
If I could give you a ruby for all years of heartache caused by me
If I could give you a sapphire for all wisdom you’ve shown me
If I could give you a pearl for all the scarifies you’ve made for me
You would have a mountain of treasures that would light up the sky
Jewellery that would last you a life-time
As for this life-time,
I’ve tried
But, I don’t have any diamond, any rubies, or sapphires and pearls
But, what I can give you is my appreciation
As, I do appreciate you
Mother,
You gave me life
You provided me with all my gifts
My beauty and courage comes from you, Mother
Hoyo Macaan
In Somali, which means my sweet mother,
As the sweetness of you mother
I miss,
And
Love
Do you not see?
You’re beauty lays within me
I strive to be as strong as you
If I could bottle and sell
The beauty of you, Amina
We would be millionaires
As you are truly one in a million
Your spirit which is ever so beautiful
your courage which cannot be measured
for the beauty of Amina reminds my mystery
A mystery which reminds untold

358 am

before I sleep I wanted to post a quick post about whats running thru my mind at this time (exciting right?).The first thing that pops up in my mind had to be this foolish video I watched on worldstarhiphop.com this evening. Basically about this east african lady who was responding to another video on youtube about black women. in this video she labels black women to be pathetic and desperate. i really was disappointed to hear such degrading and hurtful words coming from another black women. (we need to stop putting each other down!) realistically, you can not possibly categorize every single women from one race based on a personal “encounter” or “opinion”. sorry! anyways i’m not going to get into this video too much nor will I post it on my blog because its ridiculous. but realize words are powerful so be careful how you use them.
another thought of mine tonight was about myself being a vegetarian. i’m trying to find a way to balance my meals (which is reallly hard) and keep true to my junk food loving self. sadly though finding veggie friendly food on campus is an issue. i like challenges though. plus i am a believer that “you are what you eat” so inshaAllah (god willing) it will get easier for me. with that being said, i think everyone should watch this clip from Oprahs vegan episode.

lastly, my prayers go out to my fellow Muslims and the Egyptians fighting for their independent from the cruel dictatorship at the hands of hosni mubarak. if i could have it my way i’d be side by side with you, all. inshaAllah your freedom will come soon.

night xoxo

525am

since i am up already waiting for fajr salah(morning prayer) i decided to blog some more. as a kid, my favourite time of the year had to be black history month. why? because i got to learn about the great things that people who looked like me did. no more becky telling me about Alexander Graham Bell or Sheldon reading to the class about Isaac Newton. i got to hear about Dr Daniel Hale Williams (pioneer to open heart surgery) or Lewis Latimer (who helped Edison with the light bulb) okay well i lied. i read about them alone..by myself. however my middle school and elementary school taught me about Rosa Parks, MLK and Harriet Tubman and thats where it stopped. see i wanted to learn more.. more about the black community so every year i asked my teachers to teach us about Madam Cj Walker or Sarah Baartman but nobody was interested not even the 2 black kids in my grade. now flashing forward to 2011 it’s sad to say that the lack of interest still exist. our modern day Huey Newton, Garvey or X happened to be a bunch of crazy rappers with names such as Waka, Lil B or Gucci “i have an ice tattoo on my face” Mane. And, the only positive black role model we have.. barely gets media shine for his productivity or achievements rather he is simply glorified for being a black president and that about it. We’re constantly being flooded with images of all these celebrities that all our influential black leaders are singers, rappers or tv hosts not doctor, lawyers or NGOs. when will we finally wake up from being blinded by all the hoes, money and cars and realize proper enunciation, faith, an education and family is all we need really need. one day? maybe?? anyways, happy black history month! i am a day early

I’m back.. I promise!

It’s been so long since I’ve last actually typed a blog post so I decided to be productive and write. First things first, I miss my blog! It has been FOREVER since I’ve last posted anything. And, I always say this, but with the amount of stuff going on I will need to vent somewhere . With that being said, happppy new years everyone! 2011 (alhumdulilah) has been started off blessed. My main resolution this year is to work on my films and essentially be as creative as i possibly can. anyways, how have you guys been?
I want to know what you guys think of my films so far!

VOTEE!!

Ps. You would be surprised at how the smalliest things can make me so happy. I thought I share this with you. i think it’s very exciting when I get re-blogged, so here is a post on www.prettyplustaxxx.tumblr.com page. thanks for the support!!!!

I’ll be signing off with this track by Meth and Redman – Mrs. International
Sweet dreams xoxox

FINDING FOREVER DIR. BY IMAN M. HASSAN

I’M SO TIRED THAT THE CAPS IS STILL ON AND I HAVE NO ENERGY TO TAKE IT OFF. SO, YEAH.. HERE IT IS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.. I DO

film: first date

so, i’ve made another film called “first date” and basically its a short film about a young lady who gets a phone call from a guy to come out for a date. mind you this is the first date for them. so, throughout the excitement she doesn’t realize that her definition of first date and his aren’t quite the same…

She’d Prefer a Broken Neck to Another Broken Heart

Amazing poem by an amazing poet. Amir Sulaiman is beyond inspirational.

And it took her some time with herself to discover
That having love is even more important than having a lover