MOVING WEBSITES

Hey all! Thank you so much for following my page! ‘MoRhymesDaPoet’ is now being archived and I’m moving to my new site (all part of my re-branding process). Please continue to follow my… Continue reading

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50 Years (Malcolm X)

I wrote this poem back in December 2014, when I found out I was meeting the youngest Daughter of Malcolm X, Malaak Shabazz. This poem is in honour of Malcolm X, 50 years… Continue reading

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We Sing (poem)

My heart sings. A melody familiar to me. I breathe. Realising I’m only here for what I imagine to be weeks. We live, not for a long time. So I constantly pray for… Continue reading

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O People of Syria (Poem)

It’s never easy writing a poem about a civil war I know about through my TV screens, articles I’ve read, and friends I’ve made who are from Syria, now studying in the UK.… Continue reading

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School’s Black History

We were told, an exciting lesson was planned. And in school, the vcr player made us bubbly inside. No notes to take, No questions and answer sheets to complete Just a box TV… Continue reading

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Poem by Uswais Hafizal, Musa and Salahudeen: “The last 30 minutes of Ramadan”

This summer, I led a Spoken Word workshop at the ‘Living Islam 2014’ festival with ISB (Islamic Society of Britain) ‘Young Muslims’ (12-16 yrs)  programme, and I set a task for the young… Continue reading

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A Month That I Need

It’s typical of me. To fall in love with a month that I need. Yes I may abstain from food, drinks and many things but i don’t mind… if it means my nights… Continue reading

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Sleepless Nights (#NPM)

  Oh, where do I begin… Do I begin at my inability to close my eyelids, Or begin to wonder when my dreams will form again? Strange that the last time I slept… Continue reading

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“Winter” – A poem on why you should love it.

Please watch, like and share guys (comment too)! Let’s embrace the beauty of winter rather than continuously complaining about it. I love winter! The cold nights, the hot drinks, being around family, aaaah I… Continue reading

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Something more comfortable

With the duvet sleeping on my shoulders, Hair dreaming on my pillows, I remind myself there is Something more comfortable. My imagination of birds waking Me up for Salah is an ambitious one,… Continue reading

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