A song I wrote last year, starting with the chorus. It takes inspiration from a story of the famed master of Islam, Imam Malik ibn Anas (may Allah Almighty be pleased with him), in which he was approached by people from a faraway land with 40 questions about Islam. Despite being one of the most knowledgeable people of his time, he answered “I don’t know” to 36 of them, showing that knowledge is also knowing what you don’t know.

I Don’t Know

A Sufi discourse on the psychology and metaphysics of the Wahhabi / Salafi movement.

Why Only Wahhabis Do Dawah (And Why It Will Destroy Them)

Ya Aba Zahra Ilayya

I sit down with Brother Ali and discuss two statements by Malcolm X rahimullah.
What medicine does Islam have for the sickness of racism?
What does working for justice within the white community look like?

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Music:
Appalachian Salawat by Shane Atkinson
You've Got to Change by The Meters

Brother Ali - Two Questions

In production

I can't stay awake
Cats eyes glitter and swim in the dream
Pretty in full beam
I'm in a car
I'm not driving, I've been released
To empty my head, at least for a while
And I keep forgetting what you're saying with each passing mile
I see you smile

I'm nodding
Thinking of nothing
Lost to the rushing sound of the road
No red lights
No red lights
No red lights

Dead to the world
Dark in the middle of some park in the West
Puddle on my chest
You brake a little hard
My eyes open and your hand is on my knee
I turn in my seat and fall back to sleep
Return to illusions, visions that surface and bubble and recede 

I'm nodding
Thinking of nothing
Lost to the rushing sound of the road

Nearly there
I don't really care
if we turn around and go home
There's no red lights
No red lights
No red lights

No Red Lights

No Regrets

Celebrate the new year by reflecting on 2020 in the most positive perspective there is. The universe loves you. Much love and enjoy!

Grateful

Chris shackleton's Album

Crash

Visual representation of me before backwoods

BEFORE BACKWOODS

Do you still think about me?
Cause I still think about you 
From time to time, admit it 
And that’s how it’s meant to be 
My Scorpio, my Aries 
My Scorpio, my Aries 
My Scorpio, my Aries 
This car smells like your perfume  
It’s got me on your profile 
One touch could change it all and 
Even though we shouldn’t 
I just might ruin my life 
And that’s how it’s meant to be 
My Scorpio, my Aries 
My Scorpio, my Aries
My Scorpio, my Aries 
Why is this harder than I thought? 
Call your phone, then hang up 
It wasn’t perfect, but maybe 
It was good enough, I’m crazy
The thought of you, the new tattoos
The ego boost, the untold truths 
I still look when I drive past your place 
And that’s how it’s meant to be
My Scorpio, my Aries 
My Scorpio, my Aries
My Scorpio, my Aries

I Don’t Know

Muzzy Mike

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