The Soul of a Butterfly

In this book Hana Yasmeen Ali tells us everything about her father’s heart and spiritual path outside the ring. There is not one word I would not quote. I have got three spiritual fathers. Muhammad Ali is one of them. Everything I have achieved today, I owe it to this MAN. Here are only a few quotes from his daughter Hana. I do not feel any difference between her soul and mine except that it got split and entered two different bodies. She is speaking out my heart and soul…

Some quotes:

When I look at the world, I see that many people build big beautiful houses but live in broken homes. We spend more time learning how to make a living than we do learning how to make a life.

Religion and spirituality are very different, but people often confuse the two. Some things cannot be taught, but they can be awakened in the heart. Spirituality is recognising the divine light that us within us all. It does not belong to any particular religion; it belongs to everyone.

Truly great people in history never wanted to be great for themselves. All they wanted was the chance to do good for others and be close to God.
Though some people may see themselves as better or more important than others, in god’s eyes we are all equal, and it’s what is in our hearts that matters.

…what was important was how I behaved, because I have to answer to God. I can’t be responsible for other people’s actions…it seems that the more I gave in the name of God, the more he has given back to me. I try not to speak about the charities and people I help, because I believe we can only be truly generous when we expect nothing in return.

At night, when I go to bed, I ask myself, “if I do not wake up tomorrow, would I be proud of how I lived today.”

We all have the same God, we just serve him differently. Rivets, lakes, ponds, streams, oceans, all have different names, but they all contain water. So do religions have different names and they all contain truth, expressed in different ways, forms, and times. It does not matter if you are a Muslim, a Christian, or a Jew. When you believe in God, you should believe that all people are part of one family.

I believe that God beautified the planet by spreading everyone out and making us different. The goal of our nations should be to work on understanding, respecting our differences and celebrating our similarities.

When I read or hear something that I think is valuable, something that speaks to me of the world as I feel it, I focus on those parts…when something seems true to me, it becomes part of me. That is how I learn. I felt god was always working through me. He filled me with wisdom, confidence, self-assurance, and awareness. I studied life and I studied people.

“Where is man’s wealth? His wealth is in his knowledge. If his wealth is in his bank, he does not possess it.” My wealth is in my knowledge of self, love, and spirituality.

As long as I am alive, I will continue to try to understand more because the work of the heart is never done. All through my life I have been tested. My will has been tested, my courage has been tested, my strength has been tested.

I have learnt to live my life one step, one breath, and moment at a time, but it was a long road. I set out on a journey of love, seeking truth, peace, and understanding. I am still learning.

What about us?

“Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity” said once a Pakistani friend of mine, a woman who has lived in a country where peace is not something you find when you wake up, but something you need to search for deep in your heart and survival is far away from being a daily state of certainty. In countries like Pakistan life is a gift you appreciate with every breath you take. Life is a gift. Period. It does not matter which country you are from. It is a gift I appreciate every day of my life and I live in a peaceful country such as New Zealand, thanks God, where terrorism is almost considered unreal. Today I feel that the entire world is affected by a disease I call “heartlessness”. Everywhere people are dressed in uniforms of brutality (Bob Marley, Burnin’ and Lootin’). There is violence everywhere, because there is no peace in our hearts. There is no peace in our minds. There is no peace in our souls. Humanity is suffering. The earth is suffering – the trees, the birds, the ocean, the sky…Everything is crying. Everybody is dying. Are we blind? Are we depth? Are we senseless?

Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we’ve shed before
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores?
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores
I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don’t know where we are
Although I know we’ve drifted far

Hey, what about yesterday? What about us?
What about the seas? What about us?
The heavens are falling down? What about us?
I can’t even breathe? What about us?
What about apathy? What about us?
I need you? What about us?
What about nature’s worth
It’s our planet’s womb? What about us?
What about animals? What about it?
We’ve turned kingdoms to dust? What about us?
What about elephants? What about us?
Have we lost their trust? What about us?
What about crying whales? What about us?
We’re ravaging the seas? What about us?
What about forest trails?
Burnt despite our pleas? What about us?
What about the holy land? What about it?
Torn apart by creed? What about us?
What about the common man? What about us?
Can’t we set him free? What about us?
What about children dying? What about us?
Can’t you hear them cry? What about us?
Where did we go wrong
Someone tell me why? What about us?
What about babies?? What about it?
What about the days? What about us?
What about all their joy? What about us?
What about the man? What about us?
What about the crying man? What about us?
What about Abraham? What about us?
What about death again
Do we give a damn
Michael Jackson, Earth song


Bombing for peace is a farce!

Anyone who claims to bomb innocent civilians “for peace” is a terrorist, despite nationality, ethnicity and religion. This applies to Israelis who bomb innocent Palestinians, to Palestinians who are not bombing because they are Muslims, but because they are angry and desperate. A daughter who has seen her own mother losing her dignity and dying at checkpoints while giving birth will naturally blow herself up and consequently kill people. It is not a justifiable act, but it is understandable that you can simply lose your mind in that situation. And yes America, it applies to you as well. Don’t think that you get cleaned out of this dirty game you are a huge part of. You can’t combat terrorism while being a terrorist yourself. Or are your bombs which killed millions of people in Baghdad and Afghanistan “in the name of democracy and peace” justified? You claim you are defending your people. How can there be a defence without there being an attack? And we all know that 9/11 was a well planned “own goal” which on purpose spread dirt on Islam – a religion of peace, love and mercy. I am not defending Islam here. I am just telling some facts. Any religion is based on peace and love. No holy book speaks of killing people. So, to you too, dear people who claim to be Muslims. Being a Muslim is not just a name you can spit on. It is a way of life. You are just humans – imperfect while Islam is perfect. Carrying the name of Islam while hating is unislamic, “unspiritual” and inhuman. Islam means peace. To all those who bomb in the name of Allah – our creator – I’d like to say: I am sorry dude, but people who have a minimum of common sense and intelligence won’t swallow your pill. How can you be religious and at the same time bomb and kill people? And destroy creation? The name you carry is not honourd by you. You can’t be a Muslim and carry hate in your heart. I pray for all those families who lost their relatives in Boston last week. I pray for all those who are heavily injured and whose lives can never be the same like before. May you still find peace and love in challenging times and may you be rewarded for those feelings. I pray for those who kill in the name of peace. May you find the way to get to the deepest part of your soul and feel love for yourself first and then for your brothers and sisters on earth. Only then will there be peace on earth. I pray for all those families who lose their children in war or natural disasters every day. Those people whose pain is not mentioned in the media because “it is useless news while filling the newspaper with Boston news and blaming it on Islamic terrorists can change the people’s consciousness and can give us Americans the reason to continue the war against terrorism in Afghanistan”. Again I’d like to quote Bob Marley: “Until the philosophy that holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently abandoned and discredited there is war.”


Poetic Lyric



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This poem is about my experience with ethnic women who migrated to a foreign country after having forcefully contracted matrimony with a man from their country who cooperates with his family in abusing and maltreating his beautiful bride.
I love culture and I love the difference. What I do not support is when culture becomes a tool for control and patriarchy legitimizing torture of the spirit and soul. This is cruel and inhuman. This poem is for all men who through their desire for superiority manifest their utter inferiority. It is for these women who are fighting the cruelties inflicted upon them. You are the mothers of my heart. Thank you for sharing this beautiful experience with me. Love is the only truth. Love always wins.


Beautiful women crying a river
is bitter and there ain’t no vanilla
causing a filler
for mother Camilla.

You proclaim virginity and that’s not infinity.
It’s absurdity. Don’t forget your act of adultery!

Everything is about the pill
I don’t want to kill
How can you pay the bill after you destroy my will?
I fill
my life with light
and there is no space for pride.
Everything is a delight
that’s my fight!

There is no quest
I get out of your nest
for the best
and I profess that you are a follower of the system
and you’ll be killed by this system
which colonized people with a luggage of evil.
This is illegal!
They sent missioners to India
and destroyed the Inker.

Christianity defines your individuality
and you reject your spirituality!

I see women lost in patriarchal religiosity
brainwashed and extirpated from their majesty!
They are the almighty!
They are true wisdom
but you scare them with your ‘fist dom’.
You burn them alive and tell them lies.
You are like a fly who cannot see the sky
because that’s where they cry!
Eat your pie!
And die.

You know about our power
that’s why you are not a flower.
Rinse yourself in the shower and eliminate your dirt.
That ain’t a flirt!
I’ll walk without my skirt.
And rebel!

This is my fight
for the missing light of the night
what you bring is nothing but gloom and no moon
and it’s not even noon.

A woman gives life to a ‘self’
and tidies up the shelf
She ain’t your serf.

She prepares your meal
what you don’t even feel
and that’s why you can’t heal.
That’s only half of the point
since you are not even joint.

You cannot confess and play chess
with your mess
You cannot impress!
Your wife is your guest.
Don’t think she’s replacing your mother
cuz she don’t bother.
This is idiotic
and her eyes ain’t myopic.

Your game is a flame.
Don’t even blame cuz you are a shame
that’s why you got no name!

Your philosophy ain’t realistic and it’s not even a characteristic.
It is all about mystic
which is all intrinsic.
The truth is inside and you are outside.

To hell with your philosophy
which is all about conformity
to a system of fake religiosity
where the Pope is a ‘nope’
and your guru doesn’t speak Urdu.

Power is of the flower.
Without us you are fuss
stop all that buzz!
You are making unnecessary noise
and you forgot that we got choice.

What you do with your kids
is nothing but a fix.
Clean yourself up
Maybe then there will be a follow-up.
You need to purify your soul
to feel the whole.
Or you’ll be an ass hole without a goal.

Our home is not your dome
knowing your confusion
is the contribution of your infusion.
No reflexion without a resurrection.
Again they cry because you deny.
Without a crown you can’t have a throne.
Prosecuted and imputed!
Your actions are culturally and humanly unacceptable
which makes you not flexible nor intellectual.
Please don’t measure
It ain’t no leisure.
It’s not a pleasure
to see men without dignity
seeking their purity in the ocean of insecurity.
What you see as a relationship
is nothing but a ‘labelship’ without companionship.

Aggression is your profession
That’s not a concession.

You want to relate
how can you without a debate?
That’s too late, ‘cuz you are nothing but ache
plus you are fake.
That’s why you can’t see the lake.
You never bake a cake
now you know why she don’t shake.

Here is the veil
now, why are you pale?
She’s loving the fact that you don’t even act.
What a lack.
It doesn’t make sense
so drop your defence!
Your behaviour is not normal
so why are you being formal?

Infected by alopecia
you ain’t an encyclopaedia.
Go back to Indonesia!

Go back to your mummy
that’s the only place you can be funny!
Stop hollering at the widow
who’s crying on your pillow.

Your wife is not your slave so please withdraw her from your case!
Outside you play the man
Inside you loose the game.
Your manhood is connected to your childhood
Go back to the wood
and follow your foot
and be good.

Inshallah without Allah
There is no nikah!
Everything is bla bla bla
Beautiful women dressed in a saree
smiling innocently
accused incorrectly.
The nikah – oh la la.
Is the only permission from Allah
after which they pray inshallah.

Fornication is part of the nation
and imagination condemnation?
What an accusation!

Your tradition is just a repetition
of patriarchy and monarchy
and we know they key!
So, let’s ski!

Mainstream is the extreme
of a theme
which I am not keen.
I say “talak” which in my language means ‘fuck’.
Our intellectual rights are above your presidential fights.

Obedience is not the right ingredient
we don’t want to be recipients of your convenience

Stand up and be a man
or I’ll be not your fan!

Poetic Lyric