Jihad

Let’s take a trip down Memory Lane.

Let your feet carry you to the beats of chaos, and enter the path of superstardom. An agent of chaos will greet you at the door, with a dreadful look on his face, identification is required, while your creation is forgotten. Strobe lights and lasers illuminate our darkest imaginations. These people are your friends for the night, they are here for the same reason, to give in on the brutal reality that we choose live in. Let the smoke seep in, and remove him from your earliest memory. Let the music adjust the beat of your heart, while your body dances to the rhythm. Ears drown in sorrow, and eyes feast on the forbidden. Allow your hard earned capital to fill your stomach with toxins, and mind with doubt.

The Devils are among us.

Glide with me baby, through the restless and ashamed, we are now among them. Tonight become someone your not, and embrace the force of suppression. Encourage your innocence to flee, as you step into a temporary abyss of endorphins, like a fiend searching for his fix of happiness. There is no room for your conscious here, have you forgotten?

You are among Devils.

I was used by the agents of chaos, for my mind, body and soul. Shamelessly i considered myself one of them, the deceivers. I rolled with the illuminators, and the oblivious. I used every tool at my disposal for a high off life unachievable through the riches of the earth. Throw me that paper bitch, and i’ll teach you how to hunt for the innocent. In this life everything came with a price, especially that teaspoon of happiness, we all crave.

“And I ain't slept since Monday-

Jump in and ride-

We got deadlines to meet

People to use-

Lovers to break-

Handful of pills-

No life to take-

River too cold-

Oven too hot-

Bridge a one hundred and fifty foot drop”

Jihad is Struggle.

I gave into temptation not too long ago, and i accompanied a so-called friend of mine to a club. I had a few drinks and plastered a fake smile on my hypocritical face. I blended in with the oblivious and attempted to re-enter their way of life. I walked among the crowd while repeating the same questions through my head. Questions of struggle. My very presence had a utterly bitter taste to it. These so called friends viewed me as one of them, absent minded and selfish. They claim to be strong willed and defiant. They would take pride in fighting over a Woman, but not a cause. My surroundings seemed different, even the air tasted sour. I looked around me in sheer disgust, as if these people where the mindless fucks I was afraid of becoming. If anything my sympathy grew for them, for they are ones forgotten. I've seen friends become enemies and turn into cold hearted fiends, Arab fathers of unnamed bastards, I've seen how cheap life can be at the bottom of a bottle. I've witnessed the down-ward spiral.

Alhamdullah.

Alhamdullah, i drifted away from that scene, and realized the pitiful life it lead to. I'm not going to be a hypocrite, especially in my writings, but those nights were a different kind of fun. They were adrenaline packed and wreak less, but they will forever feel forbidden. Maybe in the next life the forbidden fruits of this reality will become epic journeys. But until then, I will forever struggle with it's temptation, I pray to be a stronger man, hopeful to enter the army of the righteous. No wonder why we all love to fall asleep and dream of angels, because we wake up to demons.

Fight your Devil.

Deya Out.