Ya Hoo Mazzaj Ft. Mona Moon يا هو مزاج مع منى موون
Rap meets spoken poetry and oriental-Islamic recietation another name of the song could be "dialouge with Allah" that is what we wanted the song to be.
The skeptic lyrics of Abu Hajar who saw religions as oppression and being used to justify crimes, hatred and poverty met the spoken words of Mona Moon who grew up in Germany a daughter of a Muslim father and had to go through a lot of discrimination and racism out of her origins both those aspects met the receitation of Ahmad
Rap: Abu Hajar
Spoken Poetry: Mona Moon
receitation: Ahmad
Beat Pro''d by: Abu Hajar
Base Guitar: Nicola Fanaari
Mastering an Mixing: Matteo Di Santis
Recorded at: dBS Studios-Berlin
Dance Performance: Anna Katalin Nemeth
Cinematography: Anne Braun
Art Director: Yesser Afghani
Director: Dellair Youssef
راب يلتقي بشعر محكي و الابتهال الإسلامي الشرقي، كان من الممكن لاسم هذه الأغنية أن يكون حوار مع الله، هكذا أردنا الأغنية أن تكون حوارا
كلمات أبو حجر المليئة بالشك، والذي رأى الدين كأداة قمع يتم عبرها تبرير الجرائم والكره والفقر، التقت كلماته ب الشعر المحكي لمنى مون التي ولدت في ألمانيا لأب مسلم و عانت من العنصرية و التمييز بسبب أصول والدها، الشعر و الراب التقيا بالابتهال الديني
راب: أبو حجر
شعر محكي: منى موون
ابتهال ديني: أحمد
موسيقى: أبو حجر
بايس جيتار: نيكولا فاناري
ميكسنغ و ماسترينغ: ماتيو دي سانتيس
تم التسجيل : أستديوهات دي بي إس برلين
العرض الراقص: آنا كاتلين نيميث
الكاميرا والسينماتوغرافيا: آني براون
المدير الفني: يسر أفغاني
الإخراج: دلير يوسف
Abu Hajar
Is this your voice ordering to have me killed?
If Paradise is for willing killers, hell would suit me more
Does your doctrine demand that a lash descends upon my back?
Is it your doctrine that calls my anger ‘infidel’?
Is this religion? Looks more like a Sultan’s fornications
Your voice tells me: Those are believers, we are the infidels tells me who is your voice
The Shi’ia of the truth or Sunna of the path?
Or is it poverty eating away at people whose hearts are burning?
I was a kid when they told me “Allah" will throw you into hell.
Briefly, I got panic, and love wouldn't go along with fear I thought.
They filled my heart with fear. I didn't know how to love you being frightened
They showed you to me as a bogeyman for kids and nations
They said: poverty, suppression, injustice are all from you
I saw people too terrifying speaking of you
“God is watching you”, he has his own secret agents sitting on your shoulders
That looks like political secret services and they called it religion.
That's my defence tomorrow when judgment day comes
That's all what I have tomorrow when I'm gonna stand between your hands
Mona
Living here has taught me that most freedoms are cheap
Like living here has taught me bombs bring democracy
Like living here has taught me that these freedoms ain't free
So I'm asking you to teach me what real freedom might be
I ask you in Zikhr, every Surah I speak
I ask you in my heart to the rhythm of its beat
Living here has taught me „integration“ means we
Like living here has taught me age-old hatred runs deep
But like Hajar in the wild I will seek
So I'm asking you to teach me what real freedom might be
I ask you in Zikhr, every Surah I speak
I ask you in my heart to the rhythm of its beat
Like so much has taught me strength is no romantic feat
Strength is hurt breaking praying fighting and necessity
So I'm asking you to teach me what real freedom might be
I ask you in Zikhr, every Surah that I speak
I ask you in my heart to the rhythm of its beat
And maybe, maybe real freedom grows in me
Ahmad
I swear by God, sun riseth not nor setteth,
But in each breath I breathe my love for Thee
Nor go I ever apart with friends for discourse
But Thou, as I sit with them, art my theme;
What cause have people to blame me idiocy?
They have their own faith and I have mine.