""
My superman does not fight criminals,
but instead fights all the silly notions and subliminal self hatred
society attempted to install in his eight year old state of mind
sporting him Spalding
in the place where his father should have been standing.
My superman does not leap off tall buildings,
but instead breaks down walls
and climbs fortitude build by scared sisters like me,
who have only experienced a rotten sample of men
but aren`t too scared to re-acquaint their self
with the vast potential a good black man holds.
My superman does not have a double identity,
lying to the woman he loves,
offending her sensibility and her trusting heart.
Nor is he one of those creeping baby mama investors,
diversifying his portfolio,
or a down low digging dirt bag.
My superman does not wear tight clothes.
Nor is he rocking a double XXL hood mentality,
dreaming of being the next lil Wayne, or Kobe Bryan,
before he dies in a drive by ambush
you may refer to as the black man’s circumstance.
My superman walks with a quiet dignity,
yet leaves powerful prints behind.
He’s as stubborn as his hair,
as proud as his nose,
as sincere as his green eyes,
and as soft as his roaming fingers,
that draw our dreams and desires
over the contours of my womanly ways.
My superman compliments me
as often as my heart beats,
and embraces my individuality unlike any other.
He is unafraid to acknowledge my womanly powers.
But most importantly,
my superman
lets me roam the reserved VIP corners of his heart,
and would easily allow me the use of his cape if I so desired.
And I swear,
since knowing him
I packed on a couple pounds of love and happiness
since he won’t stop feeding me or loving me.
My superman is vulnerable enough to
cry, communicate, love and laugh
without missing a beat to his masculinity.
All because he has a woman who isn’t afraid to tell him "SHE NEEDS HIM"
Who is also willing to irons out his cape each morning,
never forgetting to remind him that his superman and therefore unstoppable.
Did I tell you my love is superman?
He really is.
If you do not believe me,
just look into my eyes
and I swear you’ll see him fly.
I love you baby, your my kryptonite
Lyfe
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Forgive even if you do not forget
2010
I ended my year with FORGIVENESS and abundance of LOVE.
I forgive myself for not accomplishing all the goals I set out to do.
I forgive her for all the things she said,
the same way I forgive him for all the things he did not.
I forgive all the people who fell short of my expectations.
Just as I have forgiven myself for all the ways I didn’t measure up.
I forgive him,
her,
in the hope that the one above me will forgive me for all the steps I missed.
All the lessons I failed to learn.
All the words I uttered,
And all the sins I have accumulated,
all in the name of being human.
Wise words for the talented Maya Angelou....
“I don't know if I continue even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, 'well, if I'd known better I'd have done better,' that's all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, 'I'm sorry,' and then you say to yourself, 'I'm sorry.' If we all hold on to the mistake, we can't see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can't see what we're capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one's own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that's rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don't have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.”
Lyfe
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Heart on loan
Africa
I have temporarily loaned you my favorite possession.
Please return him to me in the condition in which I have loaned him to you.
He is highly irreplaceable and beloved to me.
Yours truly,
Your beloved daughter
Lyfe
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Seeking reliable tenant
for rent
Unoccupied uterus.
In mint condition
No previous tenant
Going rate; very adorable
First come, first served
xoxo
Hayat
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Hitting the rest button
The most selfish thing I have even done this year is to pull a much needed disappearance act;
from family, friends, mindless chit chat, gossip, idle activities, loveless relationships, and overall negatively.
I am so happy for having done so. Counting down to the blessing that will be 2011 (insh'allah)
Lyfe
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Mumia Abu Jamal
of Jamal
"I spend my days preparing for life and not death"
Father of Jamal
Convicted on the year I was conceived; 1982
I struggle to drape my head around the legacy I was born into
and you forcefully inherited as a free thinking black man.
Allow me to use this taxi chit,
to take a few minutes as I attempt to ride the broken wheels of justice
that lead nowhere.
Through the alleyways and backhanded doors
crawling with crowning prostitutes they took to convict you.
My brother, prince Mumia
Your script is very familiar to me
It spins several spectrum's of race, class, injustice and the political power structure of America.
Your life is a movie I saw, a book I read, a black man’s circumstance I witnessed
and do not wish to relive.
You are a unanimous guilty verdict deliberated swiftly in three hours of deliberation based on hatred and racism.
You my brother are guilty of two things;
being an outspoken, intelligent black man effective in reaching the masses
and having been at the wrong place at conveniently the right time.
For big brother aka the FBI aka the CIA is always watching
and would never let a Black Panther youth brew into his full potential.
Although they may have your flesh falsely confined in 6x8 frame
I shall never accept the picture they paint and attempt to perfect before my eyes
May your spirits strive to reach the distance your voice has carried you thus far.
Across continents, races, hurdles, into intellectual abyss.
In your own words, may you continue to "spend your days preparing for life and not death"
For your truth although delayed,
derailed,
is still determined to reach its destination insh’allah (God willing)
Mumia Abu Jamal: Humanitarian, author, journalist, activist, father, freedom fighter, icon, husband, honorary citizen of 25 countries worldwide, example of unwavering persistence.
xoxo
Lyfe
Monday, October 18, 2010
Wrong Truth
"Like a pomegranate making love to a cactus tree
He will bleed your heart dry like the Sahara desert" she said
Not realizing I already bled all my fears and reservations
Monthly with my womanly cycle.
And now I am pregnant
Nursing the very thought of him between my forbearing breasts.
So friend, foe
Mother, child
Please refrain from aborting my love
With your callous words.
xoxo
MzMagan
Monday, October 4, 2010
Derailed
My friend, I love you
But as the distance between us widens
I fall and find myself
In between the cracks you once held as my truths
But know that I am sober to my own thoughts
Please take your hands off the wheel of my existence.
xoxo
MzMagan
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
And he is so much more
"He is the epitome of a strong black man"
He is the first flicker of light in the early morning daybreak.
Low key, quiet, and breathtaking.
He is the beautiful breeze that kisses my face after I am done dancing in rainstorm.
Soft, alluring, and full of life.
He is my cup of hot water on a cold winter morning
Warm, nourishing, and soul rejuvenating.
He is my favourite worn out teddy bear.
Gentle, secure and playful.
He is adrenaline after a good fight.
Powerful, heart bounding, and intense
He is my favourite tune on constant replay
Soulful, reminiscent, and familiar.
He is my favourite all time indulgence.
Forbidden, alluring, and extremely satisfying.
He is my favourite Dwayne Morgan poem.
Sexy, intellectual, articulate and mind boggling.
He is my bed after a long, tiring workday.
Inviting, seductive, and comfortable.
He is one of my photographs come to life.
Original, untainted, and copy written.
He is like a new piercing
Addictive, exciting and novel.
He is the epitome of all the characteristics that makes a strong black man.
Minus all the misconceptions
He is every fantasy craved turned reality.
'Twisted Elegance'
Copyright © 2010 by Hayat Magan. All Rights Reserved
xoxo
MzMagan
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I am so very sorry
"Deeply sadden by your passing"
As though given a premonition,
He said I need to find forgiveness in my heart.
But how can I find forgiveness in my heart,
When she has taken hers with her to the grave?
I will equally mourn the woman you could have been,
and the friendship I callously short changed both of us out of.
Please REST IN PEACE my dear, dear friend.
My love for you will ALWAYS transcend beyond my youthful self indulgence.
xoxo
MzMagan
Monday, August 16, 2010
What intimacy craves
"Music made love to poetry"
Intimacy often craves touches.
While ecstasy larks in the shadows ready to transcend it.
Somewhere between heaven and hell
Duty and deviance
Fear and freedom
You and I
Music made love to poetry
And I lived to witness it.
And what a breathtaking view it was.
xoxo
MzMagan
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Reigniting my commitment to thee
Shifting through
Portals
Of love and lost.
I wake up for
Suhur
At the crack of dawn.
Anxious
To feed on
Heaps
Of nostalgia
Yearning for
What I knew was never mine.
Solemnly
I sat in silence.
With a dear, dear friend of mine.
Who never disappoints.
Praying
My love for him
Drowns out
All the nostalgic voices
Whispering my name
Like Jin in the night.
Quick to overindulge
In my love for him
I reigniting
My commitment to him.
Saying my declaration of faith
Uttered first in my mothers womb
Long before I had breath.
Ašhadu anna laa ilāha illa Allāh, wa ašhadu anna Muhammadan rasūlo Allāh.
Copyright © 2010 by Hayat Magan. All Rights Reserved
xoxo
MzMagan
Friday, August 13, 2010
Awoken to new possibility
"Cheers to new beginnings"
Cheers to new beginnings,
a new year.
New found optimism
that is that much more clear.
That much more sincere.
A journey yet untraveled,
But characterized by Déjà vu.
I’ve been here.
So have you.
I may have even met you
Although I was not quite ready for you I am sure.
Now optimism meets opportunity.
Chance meets destiny.
Or at least it’s cousin.
And I invite you all over
for the opportunity
to reacquaint yourself
with love.
A member long discarded
Out of this family.
Although love is born premature.
And at this moment touch and go.
I have such high hopes for him
And his life expectancy.
He already displays
Characteristics born out of character,
and a character
Straight out of the stories of your fairytales.
Where doors open upon will.
Laughter is on cue.
Honesty unscripted.
And confidence over dripping
Into compliments.
As sea’s of emotions
RUNNING
As far as the I can see.
Despite the allure
And the welcoming aura
Of the warm blue sea,
I proceed with CAUTION!
Never forgetting for a second
That I can not swim.
But being fueled by
A sheer determination to learn.
For love is enticing me.
Calling me, into the unknown.
Into the darkness
I go.
A place
Only God knows...(Allah SWT)
Where my sense have been heightened.
My eye can hear,
My ears can feel,
My heart can touch,
Yet everything else has become oblivion.
Oblivious to everything
But this current over taking me.
Jolting my heart
Electrically.
Like a patient on an operating table,
Shockingly
Forcing me to fight for life,
For love.
And awaking me and my heart
From a long overdue slumber.
'Twisted Elegance'
Copyright © 2010 by Hayat Magan. All Rights Reserved
xoxo
MzMagan
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Clan clashes
From the inside out
As your mother,
I build you a castle, a fortitude unlike any other.
Unconquerable, impregnable with foreign lineage, and lullabies.
Fully implanted with my offspring’s, entrenched with love.
Teaching you all the same culture, creed, and consensus for centuries.
Only to have my child, your sibling backstabbing me,
by opening the back door and inviting the envies foreign neighbor in.
An enemy who plunders and pockets all our beauty
Barricading you inside your palace of hate.
All the while watching, while you massacre your brothers one by one
for a sense of entitlement you thought your tribe was owed.
My son you can do better
My daughter you ought to know better
Sincerely, your mother
Somali (Africa)
Twisted Elegance
Copyright © by Hayat Magan. All Rights Reserved
xoxo
MzMagan
Friday, August 6, 2010
Imprinted soul
“If I live to be a 100 years old, I will forever have your touch imprinted into my mind and your scent lingering in my soul” – MzMagan
xoxo
MzMagan
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Passion without barriers
"The only limitation on you, are the ones you impose on yourself!"
MzMagan
Monday, August 2, 2010
Canda's Wonderland
"Childhood reclaimed"
The water washed away my worries.
My feet did not fail me, in my quest to dance in the rain.
Like so many of my childhood she-hero’s.
Childhood called with a sweet sounding lullaby whisper.
And I answered with thunderous laughter that could be heard in the heavens.
Screaming, while I rode the behemoth.
Anticipation,
Adrenaline,
and my heart racing, to outdo one another.
Childhood was definitely mine to reclaim within the gates of Wonderland.
At least for a couple hours.
xoxo
MzMagan
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Loving without limits
Treason
"Love without limits"
For two tiresome, long decades,
I have loved within the safety of my ethnic borders.
Barricading my heart with self imposed rules and regulations,
on the type of men I ought to love.
Believing, that loving any man,
other than one from my own racial spectrum,
was an act of national treason committed again my brothers?
So I battled the tranches.
Always under heavy fire,
for being the woman I choose to be.
Taking so much shrapnel and emotional beatings,
deeply embedded in my soul.
All this, from men who were suppose to love me,
and have my best interest at heart.
So I guess failing your sisters,
is more acceptable,
than the though of me loving a foreigner?
That's ok though.
For I am over it.
Today I stand in front of you,
firm,
unwavering
and unapologetic
In my decision to love him without limits.
So your personal artillery attacks
will never hit their intended target.
For I am immune to your wails and cries.
And I have officially stopped going to war for you.
Plus I've seen the casualties of combat.
And I cannot afford to have my heart left bleeding,
while you figured out the errors of your arrogance and miscalculations.
Oh and please do save your sympathy,
For some of my more optimistic sisters.
For I have found solace and acceptance
In a pair of beautiful,
LOVING green eyes.
xoxo
MzMagan
Sunday, July 18, 2010
His hugs feel like home
"He is the truth, and I love the way he makes me feel" India Arie
His laughter takes form inside my mouth.
His smile nourishes me
the same way your mothers amble breast once brought you joy.
So pardon me if my feelings escape
like a inmate left unattended.
For I am exploring love
And giving birth to new life.
I should have listened when India Arie told me he was ‘the truth’
I am all ears now.
So speak sister Arie
Speak.
xoxo
MzMagan
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The one with full potential
"What a lovely soul"
"Traveling down an unknown road paved with nostalgia.
Hesitant to take an unfamiliar detour
Yet, speeding in an unusually rate, without the safety of my seatbelt.
Determined to out do destiny for a slit second.
Ready to crush heart first
Into the sincerity that is him" - MzMagan
Sometimes you have to take chances, you just have to just LIVE. Regadless of how things play out in the end. So CHEERS to life and ♥
xoxo
MzMagan
Monday, June 21, 2010
High on HAPPINESS
"There's nothing more rewarding than being paid for your passion"
"Every time I meet a new bride, see hope and enchantment in her eyes; I fall more in love with love" – MzMagan
I know I've been M.I.A from my blog as of late, but it's been BANANAS lately! Wedding season is in full bloom and I have been booked the last three weekends for bridal showers and engagement sessions.
I also have 5 weddings left to do this summer, and more and more prospect clients to meet with all the time. So I have been super, super BUSY! As much as I miss my blog, and writing, all my time and energy has to go into my business right now! Magan Moments is on a serious grind.
But a quick shout out to all the people who have been supporting me through referrals, though kind words and smiles and through capital (My AWESOME BROTHER MOHAMUD) who invested some serious $$$ in my business....I love you beyond what my mere words can phantom!
In life, anyone can jump on the bandwagon when you're successful and have mastered your craft - but it takes beautiful souls to invest in you and believe in your potential when you're just getting off the ground and have nothing to go on but passion.
You have been forever imbedded in my heart and you kindness will never be lost on me!
So for that, and for soooo much more,
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
xoxo
MzMagan
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Dare to think outside the box
"The adventures of Bunny Girl"
DARE TO BE DIFFERENT!!!
xoxo
MzMagan
Thursday, June 10, 2010
A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier
"Reminiscent of the novel A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier by Ishmael Beah"
Sierra Leone Sons
How pretty would your diamond engagement ring be?
If it openly wept
A river of crimson red
A drop for each one of my brothers in Sierra Leone
Who died for a chance to have their essence dangling from you well manicured fingers?
Where I am from,
Rape is a proper marriage proposal.
I read A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier written by Ishmael Beah. A book detailing Ishmael's experiences as a boy soldier in his country of origins (Sierra Leone)
My heart still hurts from having lived his ordeal in my mind. How easily that could have been my brother's story in the brutal 1991 civil war that engulfed my country; Somali.
Sadly, this is the story of so many of my other brothers, all born to my beloved mother Africa. Honestly, I can't stop thinking about this book, or the boy who lived through such a horrifying ordeal. I hope you found the peace and forgiveness you desperately searched for Ishmael.
If you have not already read this book, what are you wait for? AMAZING read!
xoxo MzMagan
Friday, June 4, 2010
Family Heirloom
Heirloom
"Some cycles never get broken"
She told me she stays because she knew he loved her.
Why else would he never hit her in the face?
His temper always rose before the morning sunlight.
No alarm ever rang, except maybe in her head.
It's astonishing really,
how his frail body always seemed so mighty when he eclipsed all the colour from her world.
However in this household, traditions always get served with a hearty breakfast without delays.
And every once in awhile, when left alone to her thoughts,
like a good daughter, she would remember to remember her mother.
And how sacrifice is the only family heirloom she ever passed on to her.
Twisted Elegance
xoxo
MzMagan
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Solitude
"Solitude is my solace”
The most precious time I have come to love and truly cherish over the years is the moments I spend in solitude! “Everyone can enjoy the company of others, but can you enjoy your own company just as immensely?” – MzMagan
I say one ought to always enjoy their own company above all else. Try it sometime. Find something that inspires you, something you enjoy doing, and do it alone!
Although my Saturday was spent amongst many friends, with abundance of laughter and plenty of food on the beach enjoying a beautiful BBQ, it was my Sunday that made my weekend splendid.
What did I do you wonder? I picked up my baby (my camera) and went to seek adventure on the streets of Toronto.
I took full advantage of ‘Open Doors Toronto’ where 150 buildings were free for admission for the weekend. I went to museums, garden houses, government’s buildings, live theatre, street corners and best of all; I ended my day enjoying the beautiful scenery and calming essence of the water at the Harbourfront center!
I spend the day from 12pm – 10pm alone bounding with my thoughts and my camera. Mash’Allah contentment was mine to have during those hours. The troubles of the world, my insecurities, him, my worries and all my troubles were suspended from my thoughts for those beautiful hours!
I laughed with perfect strangers from all walks of life! Everyone was drawn to the colourful girl with the BIG smile walking like she carried the world secrets in her bag – now that I think of it I did have a copy of the Qur’an in translation. Maybe that’s where my serenity stemmed from!
God is love, and self acceptance is all you ever need!
Well, let me share some of the pictures I took! Just a sample really! I hope you enjoy them half as much as I did taking them!
CHEERS!!
xoxo
MzMagan
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Niagara Falls
Falls
"Let your worries fall like un-controllable water and let your spirit be cleaned in the process"
Laughter was in abundance, beauty was captured, good times were had – all the while wearing my MC Hammer pants that I adore!
What a GREAT long weekend Alhamdulillah!
Mash'allah to the breathtaking view
The wax museum! Too many pictures to load up! Here are some of the ones I liked
Life is indeed like a box of chocolate, you never know what your gonna get – I always loved that line from Forrest Gump
Its always creepy to see pictures or images of dead people!
This does not look like Nicole Kidman from Moulin Rouge, but I liked the set up!
I feel in love with the adorable little girl, so while her parents were taking pictures of her I got behind them and snapped a picture. A little creepy I know lol! What a beautiful little angel thou!
xoxo
MzMagan
I Am ME, Who Never Needed You!
who never
needed you
"Power of a woman"
"I LOVE YOU"
He declared in a loud voice
Like a prophet
Passing on a prophecy
He thought
With his mere words
I would follow his lead
Like a obedient disciple
And treat him
As though he was the second coming.
“I NEED YOU”
He whispered
In a soft voice
Trying to infect me
With unattractive imagery
Of his mother
Of that woman
He wanted me to be
Bare foot
Burdened
Pregnant
Living the 21 century purgatory
Fully equipped with everything
Except the woman I use to be.
“I WANT YOU"
He uttered seductively
Attempting to empower me
Back with my sexuality
Coincidently
The same man
Who tried to robbed me of it
To begin with.
Yet he called this loving me?
But what he did not realize is……
I am Cleopatra
The equal of Caesar.
I am Juliet
That didn’t drink the poison.
I am Bonnie
Who walked away from Clyde.
I am Oprah
Minus Stedman.
I am Hilary
That divorced Bill.
I am Michelle
That made Obama.
I am me
Who never needed you.
Copyright © 2009 by Hayat Magan. All Rights Reserved
xoxo
MzMagan
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Open
He opened my heart,
With a rusty can opener
Slowly circling away
until the center of my world fell into a unknown liquid I did not recognize.
My own tears.
Why is love so difficult?
Yet so breathtakingly beautiful.
xoxo
MzMagan
Friday, May 21, 2010
Laughter
& laughter
"When one door closes, many others will burst OPEN, just have faith"
It's important to have closure in your life! Regardless of what you're going though, it's very important to allow yourself the opportunity to grief, to reflect, to accept all the hardship of life. To me, that is what it means to be human. (Just thought I would share that first)
Its also just as important to laugh. Laughter is the best medicine in the world. Hence why I am looking forward to going away with some friends for the long weekend. Especially with my friends Mahdi and Jake; amongst a group of other cool people. Those two guys make me laugh and truly allow me to be in there presence with ease and comfort. Friendships should always be that easy!
I am also happy I woke up this morning in time for my morning Fajr prayer (Alhamdulillah – God is good) nothing like the healing powers of prayer I tell you!
And on my fridge, with a crayon and scrap paper I scribbled like a child
"Today I will not compromise my prayers and my self respect. Everything else is workable" – MzMagan
Cheers to the beautiful souls reading this. I never actually realized how many people read my random words until the Facebook messages came pouring in. Thank you all for your continuous kind words. You've touched my soul!
P.S
Writing is my therapy!
Well I hope you all have a wonderful long weekend guys! Please stay safe and find ANY reason to laugh.
xoxo
MzMagan
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Bunny Girl
of the week
All you need is self love, self acceptance, and self worth!
Beautifully said! Just the type of quote I needed to read today!
xoxo
MzMagan
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
A life without regret is a life lived!
Without regret
"Regret occurs when you haven't learned the lesson life was trying to teach you" – MzMagan
Regretting is as futile as trying to revive a dead person. Surely you can't bring back the dead, just like you cannot bring back yesterday!
The most freeing act of love I have committed to giving myself is the ability to forces myself to look the truth dead in the eyes. Regardless of how hard it is to hear, and even harder to accept sometimes; I rather still be given the opportunity to battle it, by being well informed.
In life you have to always be true to yourself, regardless of the situation, whether hurting yourself or someone else, because only you know what's right for you!
Most of all, have trust in God, for he always has a good plan for you; and would never be cruel enough to give you a problem you couldn't handle!
xoxoMzMagan
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Sisters
Sunday
"Dare I hope summer has finally arrived?"
Thanks for a lovely time Miski! I love you ♥
MzMagan
Life Interrupted
"Forgotten voices"
Her mind so far gone,
Thoughts of cannibalism
Form out of pure necessity.
Her round buttocks,
And ample ankles,
Once a sign of her beauty
And bounty
Are now just mere scraps.
Bits and pieces
Of a mother’s desperate sacrificial offer
Of a last meal.
A last desperate grasp at life.
To nurture the lifeless infant in her arms.
Latching on to what use to be her nipples.
Her once proud saluting breast,
So far fallen
Like her spirit,
Her people.
Poets,
Artists,
Teachers,
And Dreamers.
Engineers,
Farmers,
Architectures,
And so many damn politicians.
But you’ll never hear her story.
CNN does give you that story.
The only acknowledgement of her kind
Are represented through images of thievery,
Of piracy,
Oh high seas
Once sailing high hopes.
In land forgotten,
Where the blood runs
As abundantly
And just as viciously
As the tide
That claimed the life of her first son,
Her second son
And surely will be back for the third.
Regardless though,
She’s his mother
The only title not yet stripped of her.
For her dignity,
Her pride,
And her body
Have long been
Bargained with
For her ability to still draw breath
And call herself his mother.
So she nurses him
With the last reminding
Drops of her
Blood,
Tears,
And sweat.
And arms him
With loaded load of integrity
And a fist full of hope.
As well as a simple promise
That as long as she’s alive
She will always be his heavy artillery.
But her days are numbered.
His future is grim.
Soon her sweet lullabies
Will be drowned out by sweet sounding grenades.
And her loving arms,
Will be replaced by
By a loving AK 47.
That has the ability
To hug his frail body
Just as tightly as her arms once use to.
And the saddest part of this story is
It is as familiar to me,
As ONCE UPON A TIME is to you.
Although it’s already been told
Time and time again,
In Somali,
In Arabic,
In Oromo,
In Swahili,
In Tigrinya,
In Amharic,
In Kirundi,
In Yoruba,
In Nubian,
In French,
And in English.
It sadly still remains untold
The tall tale
Of a life interrupted.
Copyright © 2010 by Hayat Magan. All Rights Reserved
xoxo
MzMagan
Saturday, May 15, 2010
"A sensual experience like no other"
"The blind leading the way"
I am always on the hunt for novelty experience. So when I heard about this restaurant O. Noir last year, I was immediately intrigued.
Determined to dine there for some time, I finally got my chance last night!
So I went there, ready to immerse myself in complete darkness, and experience what it feels like to have no sight for a few hours.
I have to admit I was pretty sceptical at first, finding it hard to believe that the entire wait staff of the restaurant was indeed blind. But quickly I had to suspend my ignorant judgements and belief when I walked into a room and was completely in gulped by utter darkness and the only guidance I had was Diana, my blind waitress.
How relevant the quote on the walls of the restaurant held at that exact moment - “There is no darkness but ignorance” - William Shakespeare
Keep in mind when I say darkness, I mean utter DARKNESS. You are forbidden to even turn on your cell phone, have a candle, or any other source of light. If you need to leave the room, perhaps to go to the rest room, you have to call the name of your wait person and they will guide you out!
Once you get to the restaurant, you have the option of having an entree and a main course, or a main course and a dessert. I opted for having a main course and a dessert (I never can say no to dessert)
You also have the option of having all your meal choices picked out for you by ordering a surprise meal + dessert!
I played it on the safe side with my main course, ordering marinated veal served with seasoned potatoes and asparagus - and for dessert I went with the surprise dessert! Oh and it was HEAVENLY. I can honestly say I did not have a clue what kind of cake I was eating, but lord have mercy it was creamy, chocolaty, and had an almost truffle like texture and taste. It was simply to die for. (According to the staff, surprise choices vary each experience and don’t bother asking what you were eating, they will not tell you)
Anyways, like the general manager Moe states on the website, “It a sensual experience like no other” and I would definitely have to agree. I had an amazing time.
♥
To read reviews, look at sample menu – visit the website at
O.Noir Restaurant
xoxo
MzMagan
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Weddings are so magical
Summer is already looking to have the trappings of romance written all over it. Love is definitely in the air - And I too have succumbed to her sweet whispers.
xoxo
MzMagan
Monday, May 10, 2010
Laughter
Your laughter
Swirled and exploded
Travelling past the receiver
Past my awaiting ears
Past insecurities
And pitiful ghosts reluctant to depart
On a quest to cover the distance
Of our bitter two year separation.
Darling,
Don't you know lovers are supposed to get conjugal calls?
Even men in Kandahar
Hear the lovely voices of their wives so often
So,
My luscious, light-hearted lesbian lover
I am awaiting your call again.
I wonder where you laughter will take me this night?
Twisted Elegance
xoxo
MzMagan
Thursday, May 6, 2010
"Nothing like being surrounded by a thousands of people who share your passion"
"Nothing like being surrounded by a thousands of people who share your passion"
Your thoughtfulness ought to be mounted on a mountain top and emulated.
Thanks for the lovely tickets. I so much appreciate them and your friendship!
Thanks Sahra. You’re the best!
xoxo
MzMagan
Monday, May 3, 2010
Escaping Monday's madness
"She closed her eyes and escaped Monday's madness to meet ethnocentricity on the shores of Mombasa beach"
Today was definitely more brutal than the average Monday!
Dermal anchor piercing on my right ring finger (my favourite piercing to date)
I remember the last time I wore this outfit last year; I was in Kenya, caught in a surreal moment of pure tranquility, beauty and peace! How I wish I was back there right now.
Tonight, I pray I drift into a deep slumber, only to awaken to find myself frolicking in warm waters and white sands somewhere on the coast of Africa.
Mama Africa, your daughter is eagerly anticipating your invitation back home again.
xoxo
MzMagan
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Mother
'Wisdom of a mothers pleas'
Mother,
I called today
With the hopes of crawling into the only space more secure than your womb
The cocoon of your words and wisdom
Venting to the only pair of ears I know without a mouth to retell my tales
Ready to escape the mere images his arguments aroused.
Only to confront resistance
Mother,
When did you start loving French speaking men?
I know you're desperate to give birth to a son in law
But please do not abort me in the process!
xoxo
MzMagan
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Anecdote of an armature first time roller skater
Skate at your own risk they said, and so I did!
After an extremely sore tail bone (ass), an almost broken wrist and a bruised ego, I am at home recovering from my night at the Scooter’s Roller Palace. I have to say, I attempted desperately not to continuously wipe out all night but failed miserably (No thanks to my friend Mahdi for making it seem soooo easy) It’s really not, especially when you're as tall as I am and have zero balancing skills.
* Note to self, get a grip next time!
However, roller skating until almost 4am with a group of great friends, jamming out to old school jams, while attempting to skate was such a blast.
I am already brainstorming dates and times to when I will be returning. Like they say, practice makes perfect right? Plus quitting is for those faint at heart!
Thanks for the invite guys! I had a blast with all of you! ♥
xoxo
MzMagan