December 24, 2014

There was a riot going on in the streets of Chicago. Today, another unarmed black male was gun downed by the police. “He was a good kid, never bothered anyone, just a few months ago he was accepted in Howard, he didn’t deserve to die.” Yeah, you know the story, didn’t deserve to die but was still gunned down. The streets were swarming with unarmed angry protesters who were both black and white, it seemed like everyone who weren’t “law enforcement” had gotten fed up with the murder routine. Then of course you had the heavily armed police who were trying to “maintain the peace” of an unarmed mob. Although obviously outnumbered in arms, the protesters used their number of people which outnumber the number of policeman, to make their voices known.

Shots were fired in the air, empty glass bottle and trash cans were thrown around, there were even some scuffles between police and and some fed up civilians. Quite a few officers tried to silently convince the white protestors to flee the area saying, “this war doesn’t involve you, let these animals riot alone, they’ll get put down and you don’t want to get mixed with the mess.” They refused yelling out “our lives matter too!” Someone else yelled out from the crowd “All lives Matter!” This didn’t sit well with a few of the black protesters and so a separate argument occurred, a few officers began smiling at this and others continued to look annoyed.

Some of the youth protestors, positioned themselves face to face with a few officers, and didn’t move an inch, they maintained eye to eye contact. Some of the officers stood still pretending to ignore the voices in front of them, others were shouting for them to back up, and a few even threatened to pursuit lethal force, one did. A heavy set officer slammed a young black protestor to the ground because he “refused to remove himself from the officers space”’ thus the riot reached a new height of rage.

All of a sudden, there was the sound of an infants cry, yet, everyone was so full of rage that they paid no attention to it. The cry grew louder and louder still going unheard until eventually, it received base and ringed in the ears of everyone up to four blocks away from the scene. The riot ceased and everyone payed attention, looking around until someone spotted a young girl who looked to be about 16, and she was holding a baby which was an infant, in her right hand, and a megaphone in her left. The person pointed to the young girl and yelled “look!” And everyone did, it was stunning. A couple protesters moved for everyone to separate from the girl to give her space, police followed. The girl stood in center of everyone as the streets were still, and began to speak…

“What is the difference between the cry of a child the cry of an adult? That the cry of a child is able to cease a war once it is heard from the heavens, yet when a man cries to the heavens, it is drowned by hollows. Yet even this child’s cry was ignored while trying to compete with the sounds of your war. It is because a child is what man is not. You sacrificed the child once within you to become war men, who die and mourn over death. Yet you complain to me about my own nature? All of men have sinned yet you fight to determine who’s sim deserves providence, and I am here to say that it is none of you who has even a loan on that right to excuse. Neither black man, the yellow man, nor the white man, no man is free from chastisement.

Black man, as evil as you claim the white man to be unto you, you are to your own people.

White man, as much as you fear the rise of the black man, it is the same as much as your wives and children fear the rise of your theocratic habits.

Your battle is with hypocrisy, a war only to aid the ego. You die for nothing but to be faded memory. Do you know this but keep it hidden? Or are you that ignorant of your ways? I truly wonder. To who, does this land belongs? Please, stand forth. Who among you created the heavens & earth? Please, all those who claim to be God, or a god, come forth and amaze the world with your might. Even this baby can sense your shame, and even I, a child, can see the error of your ways.

Destroying a land that is not yours, killing a people whom you did not create, enslaving people you have no rightful ownership over. Yet, you are all men & women of religion? What price must one pay for such crime? You must do this because you believe God is silent and pays no attention. Hmm. I may be “just a child” but I see… The suffering that the people have endured on this Earth has been repetitive. Have you not realized this? History repeating itself, why? It is because man has forgotten and no longer knows or respects his place. Each generation that comes forth still tries to fit themselves on the throne of God. You raise us to think and operate like you once we become of age. To build and destroy senseless… And it is for this exactly, why the suffering seems eternal.

Why must we live this way? Why murder? Why hate? Why separation? What could possibly be your want from life? What is it that is clogging the ears of you people keeping the truth from inter-coursing with your minds? Yes, you people, including all of you. What will it take for you to Change your ways? Does the sun & moon have to depart? Must all animals be taken away?should this land be drained of its water? Must you be treated as you treat children? What tragedy enlightens you all?”

“Who the hell is this little girl and where are her parents? Who gave her the authority to speak?!” Yelled a older white male from the crowd.

“No, who the hell are you and who gave you the authority to breathe, is what you you must answer!” She yelled back. “Do any of you know yourselves? Or are you just moving with instruction and dancing to fine tune? You are all slaves, but who’s your master slave? You don’t need to worry yourself on trying to figure out who I am, without first seeking to know yourselves, and finally becoming conscience of your identity. Then you can ask who I am.

Look at the world you’ve built. Everyone is fighting to receive a title, ok. What next after you receive your title? Will you be proud? What will you do then? Who will you be? Will you change? I’ll answer that for you, no! You will just become more of that person you’ve been ignoring. But who is that person? If none of you can answer this, then you are simply fighting a zombie war. A war that is unconscious of its state of being, it’s simply just thriving because it believes that it must. Doesn’t that sound like you and breathing? Once you pass on, still, the process will be repeated.

This is your fate as long as you are self-loathing & ignorant. Look at the principles which you have created for this world. You created this fear of a hell, put the illusion in our minds yet the way you teach us to prevent our souls from being damned in it, is by keeping ourselves in it, here. Look at your air!”

A storm began to hit and heavy rain began to fall. Suddenly, there were children who were appearing from within the crowd and they joined the girls side.

“Look at your air!” She shouted again.

The children moved up to the people, standing still in front of everyone, looking eye to eye as the protesters did with the police.

“Will you hear their voice? Or continue to ignore us? We just want to breathe too.”

Everyone in the crowd began to look with shame, some of them couldn’t look the children in the eye, and some people walked away. The officers just stood there looking unconfident about their next move. The girl continued to stand still holding the child, no one approached her. It was a moment like no other, I remember the feeling, it was as if the whole world stood still. Grown men and women, got their egos tossed and pride shaken, by a teenage child, who spoke as if she was possessed by Allah. Perhaps she was, and perhaps it is through the child, that Allah will speak his commandments and bring judgement to the whole world. Perhaps it is only by the voice of the child, that we will all remember who we are, and who God is.

It is the day before Christmas, and it is a child who reminded us all, that we have been celebrating a ceremony, and not the man who died on the cross in front of many who witnessed his miracles. I must admit, I too felt shame on that day.

Isaiah 11

There shall come forth a Rod from the stem of Jesse,

And a Branch shall grow out of his roots.

2 The Spirit of the Lord shall rest upon Him,

The Spirit of wisdom and understanding,

The Spirit of counsel and might,

The Spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the Lord.

3 His delight is in the fear of the Lord,

And He shall not judge by the sight of His eyes,

Nor decide by the hearing of His ears;

4 But with righteousness He shall judge the poor,

And decide with equity for the meek of the earth;

He shall strike the earth with the rod of His mouth,

And with the breath of His lips He shall slay the wicked.

5 Righteousness shall be the belt of His loins,

And faithfulness the belt of His waist.

6 “The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb,

The leopard shall lie down with the young goat,

The calf and the young lion and the fatling together;

And a little child shall lead them.


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