My name is Mustafa Kenj. I am Syrian. I have woven these poems and short stories from the sadness and sorrows for what is going on in this world. It is enough to bleed the heart that our ugly world has been through two destructive wars, which has been eaten and beaten by. It is to raise the awareness for the people. My heroes are the common people, the street people poor middle class to whom I belong.
The way back to be a human is a summary of a Book I
have made is called "Humanlization". That book is available on Amazon.com and kindle. In humanlization you can find in the preface brief info about the ideology I follow. Here are some of my poems and one of the short stories I have written.
Here is one of my short stories:
The two birds Smifty and Hifty
Emigrant Flying group of birds passing over a battle field
two birds Smifty and Hifty
Stop to watch
Hifty to Smifty says they all look the same
Here they divide themselves into Jewish
There into Christians, Muslims
Hindus and unbelievers and others rare the rest
As there are the American Russian flags
White and black are involved
See there are blacks in the Muslims' front as there are ones in Christian side
The same thing is applied to the whites as well, they all stand equal handing the weapons
The same thing in Russia there are Muslims and Christians in one front against the Americans here by the name of politics religions stands united!
God they are all human from where did they come up with such dreadful divisions
On the contrary there was a huge war my grad father has narrated about color and religions
They are fore sure insane
God they carry swords and guns?!!
Smifty they fight, count one another as enemy but why???
Hifty replies yes they are dumb to the degree they never think in the mind that God has given them
They can talk using the language they have instead
Which we really lack but we have never fought just in the case of catch
If one tried to steal the other achieve
There would be a kind of wrestle
Why is this battle made I tell
Maybe just to get more lands
I don’t see a prize just blood on the on the floor
Which turned the land into reddish one
Smifty; Horrible horrible horrible
Hifty Their bodies will be part of its soil later
There must be some thing blinds them I guess it is greediness
Drive them forcing to be one enemy for the rest
Smifty and Hifty together: I really disgust from their rustic life!! Lucky we have been born birds
Protect one another
Don’t you remember sweet brother when a hunter was shooting?
A little Tony got injured
The hunter was about to get him for lunch
We all have attacked the hunter at once
He could do nothing but leave
A mile away the two birds see two lovers
Smifty says to hifty; wow! Nice they look happy
See the climax of their pleasure that is drawn clear on their faces
a smile they have which is some thing we miss in life Hifty; What a difference is there between the two sceneries
A while later they see a hungry child crying to get a piece of bread
Hifty says it is the result of his uncles father war
That we have seen the crops had been damaged
Out of sudden Smifty runs down delivering him self as a meal for that kid
Hifty; what a generous creature Smifty is
He has sacrificed him self for people who don't deserve
But a poor kid have done nothing
Such noble bird could not bear to see him suffering
MHK
Here are Some of my Poems:
Violence Against Women
How could thy hand hit thy face
God has not given her strength
To let her be in need for you as a male
Otherwise she would be alone as a female!
She has the warm heart for you when you feel gloomy
She has what satisfy your desires when feel hottie
She will be your mom's kid
She is who gonna carry that kid for nine months
And you still show off your strength by hitting her on her face
Come on if you feel really strong
show strength, you go to the other men
They would appreciate
Use it to protect her not to attack her
Don’t be that coward
don’t deform your manhood
Be a man and take care of her
Be a man and show her the sweet kind side
to Let her feel safe secured between your arms
Otherwise she can betray
to feel safe with some one else
This causes you wounds can never get cured
If she does betrayal you will be having for ever
The feeling of hurt the feeling of wounds stabbing her by a knife, shooting her dead wont solve the problem cool the hurt feeling
That kind of feeling is much harder than killing
If she does not do so
This means, she loves you
even if you had unjust her
by doing things she does not admire to
Her patience means you to be her only man
Appreciate this and by a Real man
Win her heart before her body to live happily
If you hit her in front of your little growing man as child
Express the anger through violence
It will also hurt your son
Because it would really affect his psychology negatively
Hard to see his mom hurt by a man even if it was by his own dad
Be Great Man and
Make use of your muscles by working
To bring her needs
Be a man of morals, of wisdom before being a man of strength.
MHK
Poor Guy and smile
I am just a poor guy have no right
To yell to scream to shout
To smile but to cry
To eat to drink but to feel hunger
Have no right to tell no but to be submissive
Have no right to live just to die
To call him a bucket was kicked by
Work as a donkey 24 hours to get some bucks
To feed my growing up brothers
People feel disgusted to hear my voice
While the tyrant ugly boss's pleases Even though by my voice
no orders I ask
Just need people be around
Want to make a chat to feel my existence
As a person like others
Accompany my words with smile
They reject both as garbage thrown
A machine you buy pay thousands
While I am paid some cents
If my dad has gone
Why to be treated like
A broken feelingless Machine
Even if a machine gets slow
You don
’t make it hear bad words
You just rush to fix it
I don’t need bread as much
I need you to feel my misery
Don’t help don’t give me
Just feel me by a smile
It gives hope
It gives life
It makes me feel I am not abnormal
Neither being not animal
I am a poor guy needs you smile
MHK
Never a killer shall I come
On earth In life I am a human if a soldier had been i one day
and The officer has issued me to shoot one guy.
I would do nothing but turn the gun
Turn it to my self
because it is easier to commit suicide
to kill another creature share my features
if an Error he has made being born in different place having opposite color, thoughts believes.
Mine would be More and More
To Put on an end to heavenly industrial thing
There is one God Yeah there is Allah
who can take his age soul at definite Day
So i gonna say to my General
Good bye shooting my self Dead.
MHK
Try to open Your Mind
Would you me understand
We are beautiful by the inner self
Not by the fake out side shape
We are all the same
Black white brown
Rich poor middle class
Yet the poor are more loved Since they are who has suffered Money is not a Goal
Otherwise you would see the affluent
In happiness peaceful for ever staying in
You would see them always
Worried on their account to get lesser
It can't make happiness if it were a lot But it does for who are needed
The wealthy senses delighted for a second
When he gets his money increased
It pleases him for a while when its pleasure is done
He asks more to get the same feeling again
Inside him he still is unsatisfied
I can tell
It is not the thing his soul seeks for
Especially their kids
They get things easily
Which make the materials lose their value
See when a poor buy a normal car
his heart would fly reaching upper sky
While a rich dad gives his son the latest car
Would not be that poor much grateful happy guy than that got it by his Daddy muscles
In case the boy has given the chance to work
To Buy it on his own
he would feel as a man never a child
so pleased So happy so successful creature but you came and you offered him