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Boonaa Mohammed
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Learning How to Fly
Dead air fills a room with life as the passengers begin their voyage. This is not your typical airport; there is no souvenir store or fee to board, And everyone's flying first class no matter what you can afford Here Ahmed's and Mahmoud's don't get harassed by security, One by one, they enter the waiting room, The last receiving less blessings than the first. I watch them; the air is damp with musk and ethnic incense The ground is moist from fresh foot prints It's my third flight of the day, in the late afternoon, So many delays, but I just wanna get home soon The sun is hanging, just danglining off the clouds Not sure if he wants to come up, or go back down Shadows bouncing off walls like a ball in rebound Anticipating, just waiting to get this flight off the ground Bags are checked, tagged and set The flight attendant stands forth to make an announcement Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar The passengers mimic his words before he even finishes his sentence It's like they knew what he was going to say before he even said them, And now they begin to enter, two by two Faces wet, with beards dripping, this is deja-vu I thought I knew all those who flew But some of these travellers are new, Amongst the few, back in transition to a home they never knew Yes it's true; flying can be scary with all that terror on the news But just relax, cause with kushoo you will really enjoy the view Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I keep checking on the clock, and the time is almost due Nobody likes flying late; everybody's got things to do But they are still entering and I am not sure how many more people can fit on this plane, They move slowly bodies sore some lame resting on canes, They are old. But for all the things they have forgotten they still remember how to fly. Checking their passports, reciting lines they have already memorized, Over and over again until it begins to hurt their eyes, I am shy in their presence, a little boy sweeter than watermelons And I wanna get high, learn to fly the way they do Slow and steady, saying goodbye to this world even for a moment or two I choose the altitude of the righteous and the true And bear witness that there is no one more worthy the one I'm flying to Ready to move, we are now boarding, and the first row's most important To get closest to the pilot, there is a soft and gentle riot Followed by a silence, as the flight attendant reminds us Qad qama tis-salaat, Qad qama tis-salaat Settle into my seat, I can feel my heart beat The breeze from the cool air is fighting the summer's heat We stand feet to feet, knees to knees It's a tight flight when you flying Asiritual mustaqum Stoow, your luggage under your seat, Please turn off all cell phones and pagers or anything that might beep In between the beats, I can hear myself breath, Ready for take-off in 1. 2. 3, Allahu Akbar
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