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Salman the Green of Syria
Roamed the streets in search of marifah
Missiles whizzed and whined above his head
Children hid and the skinny street dogs fled.
Salman The Green Of Syria
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When I Tasted Their Tears
I wrote this poem in response to this moving footage of the Abu Shaar brothers’ visitation of the blessed resting place of Imam Al Hussain in Cairo, may Allah sanctify his secret. I am exploring the possible reaction of a twisted mind, if it was among the audience…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMg48Uc22l0
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When I tasted their tears
my heart never recovered
I felt the love that touched their souls
that moved these blessed brothers.
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The Living And The Dead
In honour of Sidi Ahmad Zarruq’s maqam in Misrata.
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“Knock it! Burn it! Pulverise it to the ground!”
They cheered uncovering Az Zarruq’s mound.
“In the name of pure and unadulterated tawheed
We cleanse this wretched house of idolatry!
For Allah’s deen this is a clear victory!
And may God curse those who make this dead man their deity!
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I Came Across An Atheist
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I came across an atheist
who spoke with irony,
He asked me: “are you Muslim?”
I replied: “most certainly!”
He scoffed and cocked his eyebrow
regarding me with disdain
“how could you believe in” he said,
“a bunch of fairy tales!
Be With Me
The March Of The Gazan Babies
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While the rank and file of defiant Hamas
Locked down the city for imminent attack
While the suffering mothers of the Gaza strip
Gathered up their brood for a perilous trip
While the tanks and the trucks of the IDF
Charged along the highway like a crazed express
This Is My Mosque You Stupid!
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You can come and pray on any day
Inside this lovely masjid
But just you remember this my son
This is my mosque you stupid!
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When Terry And June Found Sukoon
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Terry and June, the notorious two
scorned and reviled by their neighbours
husband and wife, walking trouble and strife
abhorred for their deplorable behaviour!
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As they stumbled and screeched down the sanctimonious street,
embroiled in a boiling domestic:
“You’re a lousy liar! You’re a rotten two-timer!”
“Stop whining you wench! You make me sick!”
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Arise Dear Friend!
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Arise my friend!
And contemplate the Real World
For I need your help as time is running out
If I have no companion here to help me,
My eyes will close
Then sleep will cast me out.
Where did you go last night?
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He arose with gleaming eyes and the traces of last night
still smouldering from the ardour of the tryst.
From her side of the bed, she sat up, carefully observing
Pangs of suspicion swelling, sensing some foreboding: