My View About Islam – A Five Years Journey

Originally I’m an HVAC engineer. I’m not a Sheikh or a Mula. I believe that there is not such a thing as a “religious authority” in Islam. On the contrary, the Qur’an urges all Muslims to READ & LEARN. From this take-off point, in 2010 I decided to start my own individual research in religions in order to know and understand why am I a Muslim? All I wanted was to reach the truth and be a better person, a better human being, and I ended up writing a book.

This could be not interesting for most people, but I feel that my fate is approaching its end and I wanted this work to reach others, maybe one person will find it interesting and beneficial. This is the link to my book:
Islamic Methodologies Made Easy – Ehab Shawky

And this is the link to the book’s blog:
Islamic Methodologies Made Easy Blog

You can purchase the hard copy from Diwan (+201226000168),
Al Kotob Khan: (next to Canadian American College), Maadi.
Beta: (45, St.9, Maadi).
Cairo, Egypt.


By : Ehab Shawky

ImageThere she stood supplicating

to her Lord and imploring

“O my Lord grant me a righteous son,

Who would serve you & all sins shun,

I have pledged for you what’s in my womb,

To strive in your cause from birth to tomb,

O Lord accept with your grace what I conceive,

Set him as an example for all those who believe.”

Allah heard her; He is the All-Hearer

He destined the baby to become the keeper

The baby was born, a blessed daughter

She came to the earth like rain water

Pure and clean reviving faith

May all deniers see their wraith

“O Lord I gave birth to a female,

I named her Mary, may she avail

believers throughout the ages

May her story be told in their holy pages

O Lord protect her and her progeny from satan

Keep their hearts with faith awaken.”

So grew Mary under Zechariah’s care

The most pious among all women, the most fair


Loving solitude and worshiping her Lord

Taking her faith as her hoard

She withdrew from all people towards the east

Seeking to pray & on her Lord’s words feast

There came to her the angel in the appearance of a human

“I seek Allah’s refuge from you if you were a pious man”

“Have no fear; I’m Your Lord’s envoy,

Giving you glad tidings of a baby boy,

Allah has chosen you above the women of the world,

Worship your Lord for it shall be as you’re told.”

“How can I give birth when I’m a virgin?!,

No man has touched me, this is certain”

“So it shall be, if your Lord desires a matter,

He just says “BE”, that’s all He needs utter,

He is The Omniscient, The Omnipotent,

He is The Creator, He is Proficient.”


So it was & Mary conceived the child

Until delivery, she sought seclusion in the wild

Her Lord’s angel visited her frequently

Taking care of her and advising her gently

“Eat from the dates of palm trees,

It shall help you give birth at ease,

So did Mary give birth to a baby boy

Peace be upon him, Our Lord’s Envoy


“It’s time to take him to his people” says the angel

“He shall renew the laws in the hearts of the faithful,

If you see any human, with him don’t talk,

Gesture him that you are fasting & continue to walk”

She returned to her people carrying her child,

They looked at her suspiciously, their looks were wild

“O Mary, you have made a grave sin,

You have defiled the lineage of your own kin”

She beckoned to the child in a strange way

“How can we speak to a baby, what can he say?!”


And the miraculously born child responded:

“I am the servant of The Lord,

I am His word,

He gave me The Gospel,

& sent me to the lost sheep of Israel,

He made me blessed wherever I may be,

& bestowed upon me His miracles; may the blind hearts see,

I am The Lord’s messenger & shepherd,

A confirmation for the Torah & what’s not yet delivered,

I bring glad tidings of what’s yet to come,

& I shall tell you of Alaha’s kingdom,

Heavens shall not pass till whatever I say is fulfilled,

Then again I shall return & True faith; I shall rebuild.

Inspired from the Qur’an’s account on Mary & Jesus P.B.U.T.


Elegy for Rachel Corrie By Ehab Shawky


There was once a girl who had a dream

A dream based on a noble theme

There she stood reciting the words

Hoping they would fly like birds

Reaching people everywhere

May they listen, may they care;

To reunite the torn parts

To Heal children’s broken hearts

“My dream can & will come true”

Was a belief she lived to pursue

So young and faithful

Sincere and thoughtful

With a heart of gold

Courageous and bold

Standing firm for the truth

While Still in the dew of her youth

“I’m here for other children, I’m here because I care”

Her everlasting words shall forever glare

Guiding hearts & minds

From upon them removing the blinds

“I’m here because children everywhere are suffering”

A truth most people ignore even uttering

They only look beneath their feet

They live enslaved by self-conceit

“My dream is to give the poor a chance”

Striving for her dream; was her adopted stance

Her understanding of life was amazing

Her outstanding strife remains blazing

Rest in peace precious dreamer

Your dream lives through your deeds

You reclaimed the land, you sow the seeds

Your blood was the price you had to pay

Rest in peace & we shall continue the way

We won’t stop till your dream comes true

For your dream is our dream too

We shall fear no darkness, we shall forever fight

Till we have victory, till we see freedom’s light

Life without a dream is a waste

Life without strife has no taste

Rest in peace precious dreamer

Your strife was your dream’s redeemer.



Silent Thoughts By : Ehab Shawky


Suffering the treachery of the wind

Having my wings pinned

I lie naked in the shadow

Under a tree amidst a meadow

Watching a little bird fly

Eager to reach the sky

How brave and bold it was

Striving for such an impossible cause

Never tired from falling

Never giving in to crawling

Always rising again

Insisting to win


I looked at the bird and pondered

Over its actions and wondered

 Why couldn’t I be like him

Why couldn’t I surmount my whim

In my thoughts; I’m a prisoner

To my fate; I’m a petitioner

Waiting for a hazy old dream

To let me out & my soul redeem

When I shall fly as I please

My wings stretching in freedom’s breeze

Strong and sound

No longer bound


I wake up on reality

Realizing its brutality

Sometimes I ponder

Over my past & wonder

Have I lost my way

Have I gone astray

There is emptiness inside

Desperation; I try to hide

I cannot see any future

I only hope for a peaceful departure

When I think of my sins;

My head spins

I look at myself in despise

I look through my soul and recognize

My weakness and my shame;

From a will I found lame


 I look deeper and ponder;

Over my secrets and wonder

Why am I so weak

My happiness I never seek

As if I am punishing me soul

Into the unknown I continue to fall

Maybe I’m used to being a victim

Pretending to accept destiny’s dictum

Like a helpless wounded bird

Or a lamp straying from its herd

I’m trapped in a barbered wire

I’m Sinking in a deep mire

Will someone lend me a hand?

Will destiny help me stand?

Unaware of the future

Unable to heal my fracture

I continue to live bound by destiny’s pincer

I continue to lie waiting for an answer


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Ever since my childhood, I have always been excited by the clown show. Back at school, when we were still in kindergarten, the school’s administration used to bring us the clown show annually inside the school’s yard before midyear’s vacation. We used to stand in half circles around the little theater prepared for the show. During the show, the clowns chose random pupils from among us to go on stage and dance with them. I got chosen once with my best friend; truly, this was one of the happiest moments in my life. We were like crazy dancing and jumping with the clowns on the stage. A true moment of happiness that I enjoyed very much. Finally, we took some photographs with the clowns, then went down stage. When I grew up, I realized that clowns are the most under estimated persons in my country. They are always laughed at but never with. I guess that this could be the case in many other countries as well. No one really wants to make friends with the clown and introduce him to his friends or his children as your uncle “Whatever, the clown.” Maybe you and me don’t think this way, but a lot of people actually do. I think that it’s time for people to start looking beyond the outer box. It’s time to know persons for what they are not just what they do.

 This poem is dedicated to one of the nicest professions that are always underestimated. I named it “The Sad Smile”.


I smile at all faces even if my heart cries

I smile and continue to live in disguise

I love to make people happy

Their smiles make my pains nappy

Without their smiles I cannot live

My show and jokes are all I can give

I jump and giggle

I shout and jiggle

I stumble and crawl

I throw ball after ball

They yell and cheer

They laugh and jeer

They smile and clap

Throwing slap after slap

At a heart swelling with pain

By its blunt edge slain

They see me on a stage

But never in a cage

They see me smile

They fall for the wile

They only see what their eyes catch

But their hearts; they never unlatch

They never wish to see my real face

The red nose is what they embrace

They bring their children to watch the show

But teach them never to be like me when they grow

I cannot blame them

Leaves scatter around the stem

who would want his child to become a clown!

To become the joke of the town

On stage; I’m like a king

To real life; I barely cling

I’m like a feather in the wind

My aspirations I cannot defend

I don’t have control over my life

I dare not keep my dreams rife

I just live day by day

Between daily blows I sway

A day without a blow is a grace

A day without pain; has no trace

Soon I won’t be able to jump like before

Soon I won’t be able to catch balls anymore

Soon I won’t be receiving any smile

I will only have my room as an exile

Dreaming of a miraculous chance

Waiting for happiness to glance

At a soul falling in oblivion

Eager to escape life’s dominion

Seeking to flee from solitude’s dungeons

Hoping to join the dwellers of kindness mansions

Re-blogged In Response To:

Daily Prompt: Jiggle


A Soul Dialogue By : Ehab Shawky


How I long for a journey beyond my imagination

To a world whose wonders surpass any inspiration

From my world; I long to get away

On faraway lands; I wish to stay

Lands which man has long ago abandoned

Leaving traces of what his hands had sculptured

I dream of a big change

At a world that feels less strange

A world in which I’m a stranger no more

A world I have always hoped for


These words struggled inside my head

With what a wise man once said:

“Dreams are sometimes out of reach

They cannot escape reality’s siege”

His words touched on my wound

With my case they were perfectly tuned

My dreams are like birds flying high in wide skies

Snipped one after another infront of my eyes

Ensuing more rage in the storm of my soul

Agitating more pain in my heart’s hole

Creating a void amidst my feelings

Waiting to be revived by miracle healings


The wise man’s voice echoed again:

“Free yourself from dreams’ chain,

Strive till your last breath

Strive till the moment of your death

Your good deeds are your treasured hoards

Don’t you remember our mentor’s words:

‘If death comes to you while you have a seed in your hand; Plant it’.”

Pondering over what he said; I had to admit

 Hope is a double edged sword

You have to unhook yourself from its cord

You either use it as a force that pushes you forward,

Or from the vast seas of brave travelers it shall drag you shoreward


Accompany hope with a true strive,

If it’s honey that you desire, then build your own hive

Hope for your dreams to come true

But strive hard and your dream pursue

Striving & Hope are the two wings without which a dream can’t fly

The stronger they are, the farther shall the dream reach

True failure is to live without giving risk a try

A lesson that most parents don’t teach

Strive no matter how impossible things may seem

Strive and you shall reach the world in your dream


Journey To The Valley Of Makkah

The farthest journey I have made yet was when I performed pilgrimage to the sacred city of Makkah. Our plane landed in Jeddah that is one hour drive from Makkah. Traveling between the mountains surrounding the way to Makkah helped clear my mind after the long journey. After settling down in the hotel, I immediately went down to visit the sacred mosque in the valley of Bacca which is visited by millions annually. There I learned that the whole city is sacred because it’s a huge mosque dedicated for worship only. At the time of prayers, you can see people praying every where, in the sacred mosque of the Ka’bah, in its nave, in the outside yard of the mosque and in the streets of the city. People from every where, standing side by side, shoulder to shoulder, praying for their Creator and Sustainer, remembering the previous nations and their strive, reciting the heroic stories of the prophets and their followers, invoking Allah to grant them mercy and gather them all in heaven.


In each prayer, I got to know new people. I have met people from India, Indonesia, England, Germany, Turkey, Nigeria, Pakistan, Japan, Morocco, Algeria, Sudan, Tanzania, Lebanon, Syria, America, Australia, etc.. I met engineers, doctors, professors, army officers, janitors, bus drivers, accountants, students, even a Saudi Arabian prince, etc., males and females, old and young, and I have come to understand how much all people from the east and the west are connected even though they might not realize it. They may have different colors, languages, habits, clothes, understandings etc., but they all share the same feeling; that they belong to a higher deity who is the Creator of all that exists, He is there watching what they are doing, knowing each and every jot of what they reveal and what they conceal, and to Him they shall return. No need to mention that I was staying among millions of people who all believe in God.


Amazing how those millions at the time of prayers, would all stand in circles surrounding the sacred mosque which they believe to be the first place built by Adam and his progeny for worshipping The Creator. They all practice the same rituals, and recite the same verses at the same moment. All wearing similar clothes, nothing fancy, just very simple white clothes. They eat their meals in groups, every group  sharing one plate. Sometimes its dates and glasses of milk, sometimes a plate of fruits and juice bottles, other times its rice and vegetables or occasionally roasted meat. Through the day they may have some rest inside the air conditioned spaces of the mosque or get back to their hotels as the temperature there from forenoon till sunset is always above 110o F. I enjoyed staying in the mosque as this gave me the opportunity to meet more people.


I have walked on the same grounds above which prophets walked. I prostrated with my face to the ground where they prostrated. I worshiped my Creator like they worshiped, but above all, I renewed my faith in the devotion of my kind, the human kind, and that there is still some hope left for a better world free from selfishness, free from tribal or racial fanaticism, a world of cultural interaction rather than cultural subjection.


In Response To:

Daily Prompt: Come Fly with Me


A wise man once said: “Late is better than never”.

I wrote this prescription a while ago. Reading today’s post on Daily prompt, I couldn’t but remember it. I hope you will find it interesting and helpful. Remember to hold on to your hopes.

In Response To Daily Prompt:

Trust Your Heart By : Ehab Shawky


To see a dream come true

How would it feel?!

To see a dream come true

What distances should I walk , in which ways and what should I do?!

Where is my destiny leading me to?

I don’t have a clue

Do I still have chances, or all my chances away I blew?

If only I knew ; I wouldn’t have been so blue

I Got older & despair inside of me grew

My defenses disappeared from the view

My weapons ; into a deep well I threw

My hopes ; I try to eschew

Towards my last castle ; I withdrew


Resorting to my heart it said “NO,

I won’t give up, we can have victory, I know.”

A faint light starts to glow

It starts resisting and struggles ensue

I may lose a battle , but winning the war is a must

My soul may sometimes be lost,

but in my heart it puts all trust

To shake off defeat’s dust

To give desperation a strong fight

Till it retrieves hope’s light

Drawing out its weapons with might

Standing firm for what’s right

Sending strike after strike

Building dike after dike

Strengthening its defenses once more

Knowing that there is still some hope worth fighting for


The dungeons of depression shall be torn down

& my hope shall breakthrough

Desperation ; it shall subdue

Its youth ; it shall renew

And as the trapped bird once flew

Again it shall fly and its freedom dream shall come true

As long as my heart beats, I shall try to learn, give and my best do

Time is like a sword

You either strike it defending yourself, or it shall strike you

I shall never give up infront of life’s blows

Till I succeed in taming the shrew


Deniers say in contempt: “The river of your hopes is too wide”

I look back in challenge and say:

“As long as I shall live I shall try to reach the other side,

I shall row against the stream,

I shall seek the help of those who share my dream,

Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand

Together we shall strive and make our stand

Till we see our dream come true

With good company ; all dreams are possible

With my brothers and sisters ; I shall be undefeatable

Only the stray lamb gets eaten by the wolf

In good company I shall protect myself

I won’t let my life pass through

Till I see my dream come true

Deniers say: “Those are truly very high hopes to hold on to.”

I say: “They are my hopes & I shall never let go.”


Beyond the Road of Life

I wrote this a while ago. It’s about how I imagine heaven and its beauty. I hope you will find it interesting.

In Response to:

Meditation By : Ehab Shawky


Beyond the road of life, roses on each side, stairs reaching into the clouds; grey like silver, softly shining onto the horizon, gigantic trees spread all around, branches bending down towards the reaching hands, fruits eager to be picked, in their shades riders travel for months, walking above soil of topaz, ruby and sapphire, from which musk exudes filling up the air, beside the silver shiny endless river, whose water is sweeter than honey and better smelling than Jasmine.


Beyond the road of life, youth restored and permanent, faces luminous like the full moon, backs straight standing tall, strong like never before, dressed from brocaded fabric, no more maladies, no more pains, in palaces of crystal dwells married twains, what no eyes have seen; not even in the wildest dream. Like flowers eat and emanate the most beautiful smells, so will the successors. Like heroes ride flying horses in fairy tales, so will the winners. All lovers shall walk side by side, hand in hand. All of what they dreamed of has finally come true. All of what they ever desired, they have finally acquired. Father and son young together, mother and daughter charming forever. Dwelling in lands whose end they can never reach, whose peculiarities no soul can preach.


Beyond the road of life, walking up the emerald stairs, reaching for the light up ahead, golden stars shining on each step, flying sparkles saluting the foot steps, singing the most beautiful chants, never had an ear heard such a beautiful voice, instruments playing beautiful melodies, in their waves all inhabitants rejoice, free from all worries.


Beyond the road of life

there is another life

for which every soul should strive.