The Poem Behind Naqsh
A Poem of Life
It started with one young dreamer’s flame,
A boy with hope, no thirst for fame.
His brother named it, light and wild,
“Monkeez,” he said — bold as a child.
He built it strong with heart and hand,
Then called his cousin to help it stand.
Together they shaped a fearless sound,
Where culture and courage both were found.
They poured their days, their nights, their soul,
Into a brand that took its role.
From local steps to louder fame,
Monkeez became more than a name.
But life can twist the straightest line,
And even stars must pause to shine.
Some personal storms, some ties were strained,
Yet from the loss, a fire remained.
They didn’t quit — they changed the face,
A softer spark took front in place.
Naqsh was born, not from the end,
But from a wound that chose to mend.
And though the world no longer sees,
The name that once swung through the trees —
Monkeez still lives, just stepped aside,
Quiet and strong, with patient pride.
It’s hidden now, but not erased,
Just waiting for the perfect place.
And soon this season, loud and clear,
Monkeez will rise again this year.
They trust in God through rise and fall,
The One who watches over all.
He feeds each soul, He writes each line,
And leads the faithful through His sign.
Though some may judge, and some may blame,
Their work has never chased the game.
No tricks, no lies, no shadowed path —
Just honest threads and patient craft.
Yes, doubt can hurt, and words can sting,
But faith is stronger than anything.
Their hearts are clean, their roots run deep,
And time will show the truth they keep.
And soon, InshaAllah, all will see —
How both these names were meant to be.
Naqsh and Monkeez — not two, but one,
Still walking forward, work not done.
So wear their craft, and feel their fight,
Each piece a poem, stitched in light.
This isn't trend, this isn't hype —
This is belief. This is their life.
This is their Poem of Life .