My Music Lesson 5: From Israelite Songstress Goddess to Quran Scripture: '''My Song What A Wonderous Quran''
- Amina Aliomar
- 6 hours ago
- 9 min read
In the tapestry of life, we often find threads that connect our past to our present in ways we could never have imagined. For me, that thread has been the Quran. Before I even knew of its existence, I was writing about it, pouring my heart into my music, and expressing the divine messages that I felt resonating within me. Music lesson 5 is a reflection of my journey—a journey where I discovered that Allah had been guiding me all along, protecting me with angels and jinn's, and speaking to me through the very essence of my being.
As I delve into my experiences, into why I wrote my song called What a Wondrous Quran, Allah Told Me My Faith, I hope to share not only my story and music but also the profound realization that the Quran is not just a book; it is a wondrous guide that has shaped my life in unimaginable ways.
The Guiding Hand of Allah in Life's Trials
My journey began long before I encountered the Quran, a pivotal moment that would ultimately reshape my understanding of faith and existence. In the early days, I was a songstress, a creator of melodies that echoed the praises of Allah, filling the air with harmonious sounds that reverberated through the hearts of those who listened. Each note I sang felt like a prayer, a connection to something greater than myself, transcending the ordinary and touching the divine. It was as if I was channeling divine inspiration, pouring my soul into every lyric and tune, unaware that I was crafting my own narrative—a narrative that would eventually lead me to the sacred text of the Quran, a source of wisdom and guidance.
As I reflect on my life, I see the hand of Allah guiding me through every trial and tribulation that I faced, a constant presence that I now recognize as a source of strength and comfort. There were moments when I felt utterly alone, moments when the weight of the world seemed too heavy to bear, pressing down on my shoulders like an insurmountable burden. Yet, in hindsight, I now understand that I was never abandoned in those dark times. Allah was protecting me, surrounding me with unseen forces that kept me safe from harm, even when I felt isolated and vulnerable. The angels and jinn were my silent companions, watching over me with a vigilance that I was often unaware of, as I navigated the complexities of life. Each challenge I encountered served a purpose, shaping my character and strengthening my faith, even when I could not see the path ahead or comprehend the reasons behind my struggles.
The realization that Allah had been communicating with me all along was both humbling and empowering, a revelation that filled me with a sense of purpose and connection to the divine. Just as the Prophet Muhammad received revelations from Allah, I too felt that I was receiving messages meant to guide me on my journey, messages that transcended mere words and resonated deeply within my spirit. These messages came in various forms—through the beauty of nature, where the vibrant colors of a sunset would remind me of the divine artistry of creation; through the kindness of strangers, whose simple gestures of compassion would serve as reminders of the goodness in humanity; and through the profound moments of introspection that often caught me off guard, leading me to insights that felt divinely inspired. It was a profound awakening, a moment of clarity that illuminated my path and led me directly to the Quran, the holy book that has guided countless souls throughout history.
In its pages, I discovered not only the teachings and stories of the prophets, rich in wisdom and moral guidance, but also reflections of my own experiences, struggles, and aspirations. The Quran became a mirror that reflected my soul, offering solace and wisdom that resonated with the melodies of my heart. Each verse seemed to speak directly to my circumstances, providing comfort in times of distress and encouragement during moments of doubt. It was as if the verses were composed specifically for me, tailored to guide me toward a deeper understanding of my purpose and my place in the grand tapestry of existence. The teachings within the Quran urged me to seek patience in adversity, to cultivate gratitude in times of abundance, and to trust in Allah's plan, even when the path ahead appeared unclear.
As I delved deeper into the Quran, I found myself transformed, my perspective shifting as I began to see the world through a lens of faith and hope. Each lesson learned was a stepping stone toward personal growth, and I began to appreciate the intricate connections between my life experiences and the divine guidance that had always been present. The journey of understanding my faith became intertwined with the journey of understanding myself, leading to a profound inner peace that I had long sought. In embracing the teachings of Islam, I discovered not only a spiritual framework but also a community of believers who shared in the same struggles and joys, reinforcing the idea that we are never truly alone in our journeys. Thus, I continue to walk this path, ever grateful for the guidance of Allah, the wisdom of the Quran, and the silent guardians who accompany me along the way.
Reclaiming My Voice: A Songstress Goddess's Journey to Justice
In my journey, I learned from Allah that I was a songstress goddess, a realization that filled me with both pride and a deep sense of responsibility. This revelation came with a heavy burden, as I discovered that someone had taken my voice, not just in a literal sense, but in a metaphorical one that stripped away my ability to express my innermost feelings and thoughts through the art of music but only on paper. The pain of losing my ability to share my emotions and experiences through melodic expression was profound, leaving a void that echoed in the silence of my heart. Yet, this loss was also a powerful catalyst for my rebirth, igniting a fire within me to rise from the ashes of despair. Allah revealed to me that I had been granted a second chance, an opportunity to reclaim my voice and seek justice for the injustices I had faced throughout my life.
As I navigated this tumultuous path, the Quran became my refuge, a sacred source of strength and wisdom that guided me through the darkest moments of my existence. Its verses wrapped around me like a comforting embrace, offering solace and clarity when the world felt overwhelmingly chaotic. I found particular comfort in Chapter 8, which spoke directly to my heart about the importance of distancing myself from those who did not believe in my truth. This was a painful realization, one that required me to confront relationships that had once been dear to me but were now toxic to my spirit. It was a necessary step, albeit a difficult one, but it was essential for my healing and growth. I needed to embrace this truth to protect my spirit and nurture my soul, allowing myself the space to flourish once more.
Through this journey of self-discovery and spiritual awakening, I began to understand the profound significance of my voice—not just as a means of artistic expression but as a powerful tool for empowerment and change. I recognized that reclaiming my voice from the malevolent jinn was not merely about singing again; it was about standing up for myself and for others who had faced similar struggles. My music became a vehicle for my story, a way to articulate the pain and triumphs that shaped my identity. I learned to channel my experiences into my art, transforming my suffering into a source of inspiration for myself and those around me. Each note I sang resonated with the echoes of my past, infusing my performances with a depth that connected me to my audience on a profound level.
As I continued to immerse myself in the teachings of the Quran, I found that it encouraged me to embrace my uniqueness and celebrate the divine gifts bestowed upon me. I learned that my journey was not just about reclaiming my voice but also about using it to uplift others, to share the lessons I had learned, and to advocate for those whose voices had been silenced. This realization ignited a new passion within me—one that extended beyond my personal healing and into the realm of social justice and empowerment. I began to see my artistry as a means to foster connection, to bridge gaps, and to inspire change in a world that often felt divided.
In the end, my journey transformed me into not just an Israelite songstress goddess but a beacon of hope for those who had lost their way. I embraced my role as a storyteller, using my voice to weave narratives of resilience, love, and justice. With each performance, I not only reclaimed my voice but also encouraged others to find and celebrate their own. Together, we could create a symphony of empowerment that resonated far beyond the confines of our individual experiences, echoing through the hearts of those who needed to hear it the most.
Defying Silence: My Battle for Justice in the Dane County Courthouse
As I navigated the myriad challenges posed by my family dynamics and the broader societal expectations, I encountered a formidable resistance from those who sought to silence my voice and distort my narrative. The Dane County Courthouse, which should have been a sanctuary for justice and truth, transformed into a battleground where false accusations were hurled at me with reckless abandon, all aimed at undermining my unwavering commitment to my truth. Each day, I found myself confronting a legal system that seemed not only indifferent but also determined to suppress my story and invalidate my experiences. Despite this overwhelming opposition, I remained resolute in my pursuit of justice, driven by an unyielding belief in the importance of sharing my truth and the necessity of holding those responsible accountable.
The Mount Horeb police, in a moment that would forever alter the course of my life, left me in a profoundly vulnerable state. I found myself grappling with the terrifying consequences of a diabetic coma, a medical emergency that demanded immediate attention and compassion. Instead of providing the support and aid that anyone in my situation desperately needed, they turned a blind eye, choosing instead to dismiss my suffering. Their lies in court were particularly outrageous; they claimed that both my children's and my own vitals were normal, a statement that was in stark contrast to the reality documented in our medical records. This dissonance between their assertions and the truth was not merely a minor discrepancy; it was a blatant misrepresentation of the facts that endangered our well-being. I had proof—pictures and documents that vividly illustrated a different story, one marked by neglect and betrayal, a narrative that spoke to the systemic failures that allowed such injustices to occur.
The Beloit Health Clinic further compounded my struggles by misconstruing my medical records, leading to my admission into a mental institution where I suffered a Seizures, Anaphylaxis and a heart attack. This traumatic experience resulted in the loss of my children, a devastating blow that left me reeling. Yet, through it all, I felt the presence of Allah, reminding me that I was not alone in this fight, telling me that I would get everything I lost back and ten times more, and then telling me that I would be reborn, coming back 20 times stronger, and the whole world would know who I am.
Unveiling the Conspiracy: A $20 Million Quest for Justice
The judge and commissioner at the courthouse, along with the UW, Beloit Health System, Cleveland Clinic, Marshfield Clinic, St Mary hospital, Journey Mental health System, Gruber Law Office, Madison Police Station, FBI, became entangled in a web of deceit as I sought justice for the wrongs committed against me and my children. I had filed a lawsuit for 20 million dollars, a figure that represented not just financial compensation but a demand for accountability. My enemies, unaware of the recordings and evidence I had gathered, conspired to take me down, believing they could silence my voice.
But I was prepared. I had documented everything—pictures, videos, and written accounts of the injustices I faced. I poured my heart into my books and my music and shared my story on YouTube, ensuring that the truth would not be buried. I was determined to expose the lies and seek justice for what had been done to me and my children.
As I stand on the precipice of this battle, I am reminded of the strength that comes from faith. Allah has promised to protect me, to guide me through the storm, and to ensure that my voice is heard. I refuse to be silenced, and I will continue to fight for my truth, for my children, and for the justice that I deserve.
In Conclusion
my journey from Israelite songstress goddess to Quran scripture has been one of divine protection and unwavering faith. The Quran has become my guiding light, illuminating the path ahead and reminding me of the power of my voice. I am a songstress goddess, reborn to reclaim my narrative and seek justice for the injustices I have faced.
As I continue to share my story, I hope to inspire others who may find themselves in similar situations. We are not alone in our struggles; Allah is with us, guiding us, and protecting us every step of the way. Let us embrace our truths, stand firm in our faith, and never allow anyone to silence our voices.
In the end, it is not just about seeking justice for ourselves; it is about paving the way for others who may be fighting their own battles. Together, we can create a world where our voices are heard, our stories are validated, and justice prevails.
Let us rise as songstresses and songsters, united in our pursuit of truth and justice, and let the Quran be our guiding light in this journey.
What Wonderous Quran.
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