EM JAY says...

She's learning how to drown

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awraqalzaytoun:

Please don’t remove my description. 

I’ve translated Cheb Khaled’s song "El Harraga"  (The Burners) into English because outside of those who can understand the song, the heart break in it is lost. This song is about the struggle that North Africans, specifically Algerian youth (though this happens in Morocco and Tunis as well) face and how our youth would rather die trying to get to Europe than live their futures in our homelands.

"El Harraga"; (the name for those who burn their papers after crossing the Mediterranean to France to avoid being identified and sent back home.)

I cried for my kids,

I cried for my country,

I cried for my kids,

I saw my tears on my cheek.

I raised them and taught them,

I’ve grown old, seen many things and tired.

The happiness I’ve wished for them has no boundaries-

They said “we need to go ya baba, yemma (oh father, mother), the future here is closed off”

flavors have lost their taste,

Fish are better than worms. 

Fish are better than worms. (implying that dying at the bottom of the sea leaving home is better than having stayed in the homeland until death when buried.)

I’ve lost my kids in their young age,

Reda and Haddi were taken by the sea,

I’ve lost my kids in their young age,

Reda and Haddi were taken by the sea.

My flame has gone out and the stars no longer visible,

My flame has gone out, (oh my people) and the sky is clouded over.

I cried for my kids,

I cried for my country,

I cried for my kids,

I saw my tears on my cheek.

I raised them and taught them,

I’ve grown old, seen many things and tired.

The happiness I’ve wished for them has no boundaries-

They said “we need to go ya baba, yemma (oh father, mother), the future here is closed off”

flavors have lost their taste,

Fish are better than worms.

Fish are better than worms.

I cried and cried until my eyes went blind,

I searched and I couldn’t find what my children have become.

I cried and cried until my eyes went blind,

I searched and I couldn’t find what my children have become.

Bless me dear God, my God I am patient,

Bless me dear God, to you we will return.

I cried for my kids,

I cried for my country,

I cried for my kids,

I saw my tears on my cheek.

I raised them and taught them,

I’ve grown old, seen many things and tired.

The happiness I’ve wished for them has no boundaries-

They said “we need to go ya baba, yemma (oh father, mother), the future here is closed off”

flavors have lost their taste,

Fish are better than worms.

Fish are better than worms.

When I visited Maghrib this summer, my aunt’s husband would play this non-stop whenever we drove around the city. When he explained the context of the song, the lyric “Al hoot kheer min dood” (Fish are better than worms) really hit home.

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Eid Takbir

pearlsofislam:

اللّهُ أكبر اللّهُ أكبر 

Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar 
[Allah is Great, Allah is Great]

اللّهُ أكبر 

Allahu Akbar 
[Allah is Great]

لا إلَهَ الا اللّه 

La illaha il Allah 
[There is no god, but Allah]

اللّهُ أكبر اللّهُ اكبر 

Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar 
[Allah is Great, Allah is Great]

و لِلّه الحمدَ 

Walilahil Hamd 
[To Him belongs all Praise]

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Gonna keep it short and sweet.

Eid mubarak to my fellow Muslim brothers and sisters across the globe.

Love and light to all.

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Another stop in the journey

Tryna make peace with myself.

I have to dig deeper, search harder for some sort of inner strength, a truth that I know but can’t remember.

It’s a painful journey. It hurts because you begin to realise you are not who you thought you were. That pristine image you had in your head was just an illusion. You’re looking into your metaphorical mirror and what you see is quite ugly, weak, pitiful.

You’ve read about this so-called journey, heard about it, in books, on the telly, in the movies, in music, in casual conversations over coffee.

But now you’re starting to see it. Not only see it but experience it. That wretchedness that comes with a fall. Your lowliness, the gaps - oh God, the gaps! - in your very being. The disconnect between your goals and your reality. Perhaps realising you don’t really have any solid goals to begin with. You’re kinda coasting along, not quite present in the moment, just vaguely living in the watery near-future.

It seems bleak but you know that it will pass. It has to because nothing lasts. It’s not even about good days or bad days. They are just days.

The knowledge of love is coming. Be patient. Work hard but be patient.

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