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Friday, February 12, 2016

Life in Hell, in Marriage





Life in Hell, in Marriage

Says she is a good Muslim
Cause she prays 5 times a day
Thinking she’s going to heaven
While making her husband’s life hell
He is a nice nice guy
Good provider, loving father
Well educated, helpful friend,
Loves to read books
She kept pressuring him to buy more
Get a bigger house, another new car
Citing all the relatives and friends
Who are bigger spenders and showoffs
How some other husbands are working
Two or three jobs
Buying jewelry and precious gifts for their wives
She worships money he thought
And is miserable because
She’s being materialistic instead of content
She picked fights with him
Stopped talking, made threats like
She’d get him arrested, and even
Called the police a few times
But then would call them back to cancel
In America, he realized
If a man look at his wife sideways
She can get him arrested for “domestic violence”
Like guilty until proven innocent
She bullied, scared and demoralized him
She never made a gratitude list
Too lazy to count her Blessings
But instead, blamed him
For the lack of money and spending
Her religion is consumerism he thought
She’s mesmerized by shiny objects
“As seen on TV”
Or seen with jealousy in other people’s hands
Triggering her to be unhappy and frustrated
Then she would explode
Like a volcano in his face
She berated him in front of the kids
Couldn’t see that her fights
Were hindering their development
She threatened divorce many times
He didn’t want to throw the kids under that “bus”
Nor break up their family
Steadfast, he faced her harassment
And having a stroke
But at times losing his temper.
He carried on patiently
Til the night their daughter got married
He had the papers ready
The next day he filed for divorce and left.
Today, the kids are close to him
And don’t enjoy visiting her
Cause she is still miserable, blaming her
Negative attitude and predicament on him.
He enjoys his old age
His health has improved
He laughs
And feels like a freed slave



By Fazeel Azeez Chauhan
2-12-16

Beggars to the Rescue





"Beggars" to the Rescue


On the way to the bank
He ran into a friend
Who was enjoying a name brand coffee
Which costs four dollars a cup
A lady come by and asked for change
She was ignored by all.
He continued  up to the bank
Had been cutting corners to save
To pay back a loan
As the interest was mounting
Relationships were at risk
Cause money like materialism
Is the main cause of divorce
And poisoning of relationships.
From the bank he got the $2,000
With the big wad of cash
He was walking a block away
When he saw the same lady
She said, “Didn’t you hear me?
I was asking you for some change”
He ignored her again and kept moving forward
After twenty steps his conscience bothered him
He opened the wallet and pulled out a dollar bill
He turned around abruptly to go back
To give her the $1 bill
But his sudden move startled two men
Who were following and about to rob him
He dropped the bill and ran away as fast as he could
Saying “this is for you”




By Fazeel Azeez Chauhan
2-11-16

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Minimal Vision Maximum Division


Minimal Vision Maximum Division


I'm tired of fighting you my friend
I'm tired of awakening you my tribesman
I'm tired of convincing you my preacher
I'm tired of educating you my elders
I'm tired of pulling you my Muslim
I'm tired of showing you my children
I'm tired of understanding you my wife
I'm tired of following you my mis-leader
I'm tired of disliking you my brother
I'm tired of fearing you my employer

I'm tired of wasting life with you
I'm tired of you draining me

Because the enemy is working overtime
Looting our souls
Depleting our wealth
Ruling our hearts
Busy plotting our defeat
and our children's death
For the next
Five hundred years



(by Fazeel Azeez Chauhan)
4-20-03

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Still I Rise





Still I Rise


As they crush my bones
In agony I’m screaming
They burn and peel my hide
As they hide scheming
In remote fox holes
Swallowing psychoactive capsules
Those gangsters can’t see me happy
They’re pitiful and jealous
Stroke their egos like a phallus
Stuck in the middle of their temples
They ejaculate when they humiliate
Like a virus they spin rumors and conspire
I want peace, those arsonists worship fire
Like cowards they attack
Ambush me slash my back
Some bomb from drones and in covert war zones
Plot with friends and foes
Blind of mirrors, they spew toxic smoke
With vengence their eyes are soaked
With shame and guilt
They rope me in, like a pope
They cast judgements
Like a lasso around my throat
I choke
They won’t let me breathe in peace
In my own defense I’m not allowed to speak
They don’t hesitate with their hate
When they see me asphyxiate
They shoot, blow out my knees
Paralyze, to keep us weak
Turn my friendly smile into a frown
In debt and uncivil wars they keep us drowned
Oppress us with dictators cause we Brown

Still, they Can’t make me a skeptic with their septic attitude
I’m a monkey wrench who gets their system unglued
I’m a free man, not a fool
I rebel against their rule
They can’t enslave me or steal my balls
As I rise above it all



by Fazeel Chauhan
4-24-09