Tuesday 26 October 2021

Transfiguration

Over the mantles

Of love in the end

Is the interlinking of holiness

to the flesh of the commoner

The light dear to me

In the concrete stretch

of time and loss

is an eternity ringing

In a cold home.

Or a lofty cross.


-By Laila Ali Haid

Monday 18 October 2021

Book by Laila Ali Haid - ‘Why Must A Black Hand Go Up?’ [SAMPLE]

[Sample]


‘Why Must A Black Hand Go Up?’

- Written By Laila Ali Haid

Author pic: 


Chapter 1: The Holy And The Mundane



The internment to liminal movement in social domains pulls a hand up. My hand is darkly black and quite intellectually attuned to my hierarchical trajectory. It must stand up to disorder in chaotic prejudices from the exogenous dialectics of being and it is. Being and it was in my existence to love the Lord islamically within extents of corrosive tidings of hegemonic dichotomy. A young woman at 29, like I, must cry for the husbandry of black-is-beautiful maxims and the atoning for good righteous politics. Awliya-saviour she might, as that Islamic term interrelates to big projects. Oceanology cries on tech. Movement of salience to progressivity professes its baldness. Painful repentance, which is renewal. The glory of the Prophet Muhammad, my own personal Lion of Judah, sets me to his rising throne - the dawn broke on sun. 


Why must a black hand go up? Mother once told me - “...” - lots of things about pride for our culture and blackness. Certainly, as a back-entry-next-door hula hoop brigade of random-seeming U.K. diaspora Somalis, we must know the ethics of backdrop hands up. Yet the jut of the black hand in question of socio-economic justice and political liberation is a wink at land. The bitterness of my Hounslow lifestyle did not beget a curse but my peace in critical theory. For I still exist, as stated in my poetry blog. Poverty made me a great scholar. Question marks over my issue and doubt to economic disparity, racism and sexism intertwined rushed my thinking too analytically in my high school and university readings. Still at the London School of Economics, I cultivated my module choices on socialism’s histories. I breathe, therefore I live in Marx. I decry why the Muslim Holy Prophet can’t just be that life savior, and be just here. I need him, he is my dad. To all Muslim kids growing up in that, that, that-oh-that war-on-terror era...we knew this. But I don’t fret why it can’t be him upon his Second Return. There are also other Prophets of the Quran like Zakariah and Moses.


Dear Muhammad The Prophet, you were my icon and I cry like Santa Maria. A Sufi chronicle with Rabia Al-Basri or the men-of-old as my mum labels Sufi stuff. Why does my black hand go up? Marx was radical with his enclosured thesis to the ascendancy of Protestant capitalism of the industrial ages. Yet the opium of the people were not social religions like Catholicism, Islam and Judaism. Them phone-calls to Umayyad Spain. Khidr and Moses time-travelling to evaluate the autonomy of knowledge. I am the ‘Poor Woman of Europe’. Universal Credit sanctions glide across Church steeples to erupt Britain’s final doubt. To be so frankly poor whilst the Golden Capital rhetoric....London’s geopolitics marked on banks. As I notekeep the love of Lord in our end of the times glory, my Marxist-Existentialism resets for a moment. Here the Prophets come. 


Thus, I live as the woman who grew too old while young. The Night - and my name Laila in Arabic is The Night, means goodwill to you from its ethereal ends. The transcendental mantle is to speak. Or to put my hand up. Blackness has meaning. The body-politic kiss stamp of dark skin, ‘The Family’ commune into something. Our velvet night sky is a means against hungry sleep. Sleep off oppression - the sleeper is not repressed as nature subjugates the will of man and usually people have privacy at night-time. “Verily, We have created man in toil.” (Quran Chapter 90 verse 4). In this way, our feet and physical exertions - any action, is a toil and that verse is a think-call; as these verses of the Quran discusses capitalist spiritual illiteracy:


4. “Verily, We have created man in toil.”


(Qur’an Chapter 90 verses 4-16)


The Marxist-Existentialist Laila Ali Haid: My Life


I look up at the sky and hope for that great transfer. From life to holy paradise. For everyone - no singular death - that is, the apocalypse sounds like redemption for us innocent subjugated little people made by Allah. People generally will freely headlong into His mercy - at least how I view eternity for non-believers overall. The Qur’an castigates the violent repression of monarchic pagans-- why the modern conflicts of the Muslim world should be seen as anything but a balance sheet for regional financiers and prominent groups, plus international geo-economic interests? No lone pagan is just an issue at this stake - yes, the Qur’an hates ruling classes and their fraudulent commerce and depressing of the incomes and chances of the poor. 


The spiritual dredge of Golden Calf worship in Moses’ times (story in Chapter 7 verses 148-154 of the Quran) was underwritten by class oppression. The golden calf is physically of wealth.  In its metaphysics - there is the representation of worshipping wealth and upholding those who are in its proximity. The establishing of the golden calf cult entrenches not nearness to the alms-giving functions of established religions. The issue - “It had a sound” (Quran Chapter 7 verse 148) - the mechanic audio of the mooing sound installed in the golden calf represent the hollow of the hopes for legitimation to dulling hedonism. The pain of just being for little chic things.


Parable of knowing


A car crash scene with a stuck insurance examiner. “Can’t tell me what this crash is about, you got two smashed windows and other damage yet I cannot make my mind up about the level of payment”. Two seconds later he decides on £3500. Not knowing at a time-slot for the apparent makes stretched efforts. You can ‘act’ but it has to be fully clutched in momentum. Constantly.


Yet the liminal time-pace is teaching, people had started with Adam and he acted  humanity and thus rendered our epistemology as “what do we do, now we’re on earth?” 


A Dichotomy: Heaven-and-The Temporal


Heaven/Paradise is a perfect place without free-will. You just get greatness and holy light. It comes as you wish, as you lay there with your heart-up on the footstools of eternal life. When Adam and Eve, the Lord’s two first beings, had been placed on the open and finite earth, we just are since ‘doing’ reconfigurations and errors - rather than holy-perfection in the heavenly modality. 


We were created with free-will, but not controlled in our free will. We just have a Lord that owns all matters rather than restraining you from decision A. We have neurological discretion with our left-right brain dynamics - and the scope is that it is a decision-mechanism extent in our biology. Yet, we can do what we want but He plans goodwill and general affairs: this is the Abrahamic thesis - the test of mankind’s choices. So in our free-will, what happens if we were all equally in constant grace with lack of choice? Thus, we are not in heaven. But we are presented with constant space and an array of options in which we maraud over our food, happiness and what we can do to pastime - just like Jacques Brel over his songs and lyrical meanings.



The earth spins on a decision-making index/it’s axis to laws of physics. 


The garden of Eden on earth asks you to put your natural skills at test. It was as clear from the scriptural attestation of his being made from mud - as Adam left paradise for his decision. Nevertheless, mankind’s constant death and revival in decisions (and loss and gaining) was symbiotic to the geological conduct of the earth. Nature in resurrection from rain and mankind’s hope to adapt and remove issues. “And it is Allah Who sends the winds, which then stir up ‘vapour, forming’ clouds, and then We drive them to a lifeless land, giving life to the earth after its death. Similar is the [apocalyptic] Resurrection” (Quran Chapter 35 verse 9). Rebirth on repeat in free-will and earth science.


The repetition of class tyranny 


Umayyad Spain ascending from the max flowing of alms resources. They were having fun -- not gluttony dredged, as true to mind-over-body golden periods. If we don’t have caregiving agents or powerful socialists, the exchange for heaven is good - what does the bride-price of our matter represent now in this year to date? Beautiful living crashed and eroded as the day dulls and dredges on itself. Slow boredom. Why not be with the Lord in His beatific paradise and live so close and speak to Him? Purpose among the chemical and theory-bound plus discourse. 


It is a heaven where Marx foxtrots over Nietzche in hell. For every neocon there is Nietzche’s impetus. I live with one y-shaped armed gesture against the sky in the summer. Pulling up for rapture. We need to collectively leave this dump - the time/space shift to timeless Love with the Lord in heaven is not meandering but is the essence of my existentialism. Where is the social and economic transformation to liberation and upheaval at this moment? 


This decade’s centre-right political bloc in the UK means disenfranchisement as a continuation of Thatcher’s 80’s program of austerity for the poor classes. The mood is quite resigned to repetition of the rescinding of state resources and involvement in socioeconomics. Tory social policy has repressed Britain on its natural systemic - accepting of socialist economics for community growth and institutional projects. There should be a canonization of the UK’s union movements. It is adjacent as an economic issue to the US Civil Rights campaign. Socialist movers and coordinators like Arthur Scargill and politicians like Diane Abbott, protests like the miner’s strike and bodies like trade unions, mosques, then anti-racism campaigners and local charities should be noted and reflected into our syllabuses of history, discourse and holidays. 


Chapter 2:  Canonical Impressions


Neuro-capitalism:


Books such as 1984 denote hegemony in its authorial scope. Guttural extents to impasse in critical floats.

Black Marxist-Feminism:


Sainthood is the aesthetic link to social rejection.


Saturday 16 October 2021

The Night Seeker

 The Night Seeker - Poem By Laila Ali Haid:


The Night has broken its cloth,

The Day has a brew for me,

The earth in its axis dance,

The Night has a song for me. 


In these lights I said the

Utter and heard chants

From a while distance

A cramp evaporated 

to the Moon’s time standard


It is the night 

I have the hold that 

We did lose the parent

Repentant in quiet lands, yonder

Conscious in Africa and thought. 


Billows in codes with the 

Lion of Judah

Creak the sky til’ noon

The undertow of smiles

Shadow of an upset sea. 


I am the night and I am good in time

For love in the end,

And I submit a lifetime

Of dread.


Wednesday 13 October 2021

Flow of nights

The copper dread transmuting

Love in revolts, shame

The sick hand in it all

The crying zone

The night is splendour

In consciences dying

For a small talk and transcendence.

Have and retry

What it all meant.


By Laila Ali Haid

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