Updates

Working on a new theme for an exhibition that got moved from March to April, due to the space is overbooked on March, but will give you guys a teaser of some of work that will go up during next week.

The theme will be looking at both African and Islamic cultures, merging them two together, to form a notion, which will give you guys a something new and fresh for those who have passion for art. And anyone who wants to collaborate, halla at me. PEACE + LOVE

Tears

I can't speak, cant move,can't even drop a tear,
tears that have been kept hidden from the world, I fear,
fear to show my emotions to the families of those who have passed away in a matter of years,
surely years fly pass while we still griefing with tears,
cuz if I was to cry, I would have dropped waterfalls right here,
and drown in my own tears,
tears that speaks my heartache emotions thoughts loud and clear.
Am sitting in a room filled with sensitive shivering sympothy,
although the recitation of the quran kept me in the zone,
trapped in physically, suddenly my mood changes as I got electrocuted mentally,
transformed my body and am stuck with this violent energy,
going around from outbursting veins into my bones, thinking is it dream or reality,
" I fly like a butterfly, but sting like a bee", gotta get through this, before violent beats me,
am fighting the tears, tears doesn't fight me,
a person from the ummah dies, even a part of me dies with thee,
show love for my ummah, and representing the deen,
tears that I drop is for my family, sisters, brothers, elders and childrens around the globe,
struggling and pleaing for help,
occupations needs to stop and we need to take step,
reform the ummah and unite ourselves, our hearts, not so attached to this world,
before our imaan rips apart.
These words are no more than a reminder, to those who went a astray.
my sympothy and sincerity goes out the ummah out there, love all of you ( for the sake of Allah) and I will share my very last hopeless tear.

Child's Pain

Child's pain- Sultan Jama

i dont think i have told you about the untold story,
is like a folded paper in my back pocket,
words are so hard to say and am sorry,
sorry for my silence,
sorry to see my people are corrupted with violence,
subhanallah is the words i utter,
my feelings runs deep like a knife in a butter,
tears drops hits the glass and shutters,

but let me share the story from begining ,
but i will try to make it short,
it goes like this,
i heard a noise, BANG BANG,
doors are knocking,
my feelings were all over the place,
my vision was distorted,
by the fear, shot guns, the fear is grow anxiously,
mum was holding me aggressivly,
i felt that love and tender,
the L.O.V.E that a mother could ever give her child,
that didnt make a difference to the saga,
(people chanting), "GET OUT, GET OUT, U Terrorist fools," they cried with anger,
didnt show love and peace that we showed u,
my mind clicked after the Anonymous thinking,
(BANG) the door got Bulldoze by visions angry foot,
the spoke this language that sounded like a pirate tongue-tied ,
" u got 2 option, we take ur mind or ur heart or maybe both wth the oil ur sitting on", they say ,
if only i weighed half a tone like a tank, bang, blow them away,
damn is a disgrace,
having brothers supporting them from the same race,
greeting them music and flutes,
standing up straight and salute,
they wave their flag so proudly in my own land,
where is the democracy that our fake leaders spoke about,
someone tell me is a dream that we'e living in,
were people dying from bullets that struck them and left the with stains,
my people can't afford pills to relief the stress and pain,
mind games of the shaytaan had them gone insain,
my mind pictures the deathof a human kind over and over again,
i feel is a game ,
people have no feelings for those have lost their families name,
i am a warrior for human rights,
lets stop this political non sense and not fight,
cuz u never know if u live tomorrow or even tonight,
they will throw words, picture a picture, to take ur mind and sight,
wth explosive leaves u blind and u wont see the light,
leave this story locked into ur brain,
and i hope u feel my pain.

Attached

Heart attached to the World-  Sultan Jama

Struggling to get these pieces of puzzles together,
puzzled from puzzling my way to this maze, its so difficult trying to understand what's this picture is saying,
maybe a sign or maybe is just me with a corrupted mind,
what I mean with corrupted mind,
you having two mind thinking the same,
engaging but not understand,
bonding but not listening,
having passion with a cold heart,
it feels like couples fighting for no purpose,
now the jinn scratching ur mind surface,
spitting evil lyrics in your ear,
while your paps reciting the words of wisdom,
which you supposed to hear,
scared of society that you live in,
when ALLAH is the one to fear,
you still taken the chinese whispers " live life to the max",
while death is around the corner,
malik al mawt is here, you sweating like you're in a sauna,
takes your soul, blacked out, now your in a coma,
in your flash back, last thing you remember,
was ur arrest for being a terriost bomber,
media is corrupted and their fake broadcast tellers,
I think they got a lying honors degree,
gave muslims hardship, now who is doing a bad deed,
some people may disagree,
thinking that Bin Laden is a terroist fighter, but the west sent him free,
after 9/11 we had no freedom of speech,
now we're living with ALLAH's will,
never say you aint gonna die while u standing still,
here we are making the most of life, while you are in your bed,
mother making du'a to ALLAH to bring her son back, thinking you were dead,
so you're still young, follow the right path and inshallah you will stand underneath ALLAH thrown,
so forget what jinns whispers in your ear, when your imaan has grown,
don't listen to people when they say we're son of sinners,
stand up loud and proud and say AM MUSLIM AND AM ONE OF THE WINNERS.

Bloody Hands

Bloody Political hands- Sultan Jama

Before you judge me for what I look like, you should actually open book of my life story,
so you could see the life I have been through!!,
I neva thought ppl would be snitching my bk thoughts as a riffle shoots in the ghetto streets,
like the cops and robbers, making me look like Bin laden most wanted,

just because I have a beard, a thowb on, that doesn't make a terrorist,
let's define the definintion of what terrorist is really is,
see what the western countries doing in the muslim countries,
terrorising innocent civilian, now tell me aint that terrorism,

if you disagree that could be your opionion or maybe your opionion could only survive for few moments,
until the truth comes out and strikes you,
so be opened minded, and read, read the books that you left on the top of your shelf,
wipe the dust out,

don't read what people read on TV, pirating and spread the word of mouth like you have the knowledge of what my deen is,
and start targeting my people for fun,
when fun been disclaimed by clowns in a business suits,

talking trash about changing the world from poverty to history,
while ur claim is making poverty = poverty,
you aint subtracting or multiplying anything,
so don't look out other countries as if your doing a favour,

when your country is corruptted from government to street corners,
then when is all peaceful on your side,
keep making it peaceful,
don't cross the boundary, because you will find yourself as a number one enemy!