By Novid Shaid, 1997
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Oh my days! Who’s coming up the road?
It’s those maulvi men with beards and maulvi hats!
If we don’t scarper now, we won’t escape their hold,
They’ll take us down the masjid and the mats!
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By Novid Shaid, 2011
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The chairman stood upon the podium, grinning at the seated gentlemen, who sat around their tables which were arranged in their ceremonial shape, and began:
“My dear colleagues and friends! I would like to welcome you to this historic, inaugural Greedlibb conference, which I am confident will develop through the future at great progress. I as the chairman am utterly honoured to be addressing you in this opening speech, before we split into our respective groups for the strategic planning sessions.
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By Novid Shaid
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For the martyred innocents of the Arab Spring
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They will live on and thrive
Dressed in the raiment of true freedom
Dwelling where they please without pain or fear
They will live on and prosper
Untouchable, undisturbed
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Let me inform you of the story of Tariq Azizee
And the life of terrible cruelty he had to bear
Take heed of the tragic tale of Tariq Azizee
Let it balance your hope with some sobriety and fear.
By Novid Shaid, 2002
Gaze with your heart and see
A never-ending sea
Its water is the wine of Unity.
By Novid Shaid, 2011
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LA ILAHA ILLALAH!
From the mountain tops of Daghestan!
LA ILAHA ILLALAH!
To the pounding seas of the Caspian!
LA ILAHA ILLALAH!
In the tender grips of our fair ladies!
LA ILAHA ILLALAH!
Or the flailing fists of our enemies!
By Novid Shaid, 2011
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Oh Allah thanks and praise be!
For Your tremendous bounties
For the path which You conceived
Which leads us to Your Beauty!
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Chorus: La ilaha illalah
By Novid Shaid, 2011
Wa kulla shayin hammana yahuna bismika Ya Azeem
Red light, in a traffic jam. A swirling, rich, lollipopish red. Good enough to bite a chunk out of, not red like blood, but sweet red. The red light shone in front of him, in a tiny revolving ball, which seemed to be growing at a gradual pace. First the size of a pea, now grown to a draught piece, spinning and circling before him, as he sat, twiddling his thumbs under the steering wheel, in this sweltering day, with no end to the relentless congestion and blistering heat.
A Lesson On Spiritual Laxity
By Novid Shaid, 2004
(Author’s Note: First and foremost, this is advice for myself)
A nervous, young soldier, waited impatiently underneath his trench. Listening carefully, he held his breath. For a whole minute he heard silence ruling above him and it seemed that the bullets and bombs had stopped. Hope rising in his heart and feeling the strain of this long, hard, protracted war, he was sure this was a telling sign. Inwardly, he wrestled with his conscience. Fear stated that he should remain cautious and in a state of ever present alertness. Hope said, this was just rewards for his long hard slog, for holding the fort, for his indefatigability. Fear, hope. Hope, fear. Fear, hope. Hope, fear. Oscillating for a while, he sat against the mud and the stench of his trench, becoming increasingly exasperated. He gripped his rifle tightly, clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, then looked up at the sky for help. The silence and peace was just irresistible. Fear, hope. Hope fear. Fear, hope. Hope, fear. Hope. That was it. Resolute, he thought it was now safe to chance it above.