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
For The Path
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Category Archives: Poems
Red Light
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.
The Soldier
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.
Qul Ya Azeem!
Interpretation by Novid Shaid, 2011
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Qul Ya Azeem!
Antal Azeem!
Qad Hammana!
Hammul azeem!
Wa qullu shayin hammana!
Yahunu bismika Ya Azeem
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Resting on earth
Living so free
There lies a man
Content in poverty
Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to hide
Raising his hands,
He calls to the sky
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Chorus: Qul Ya Azeem!
Propaganda
By Novid Shaid, May, 2011
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Presenting events like a melodrama or soap
Rousing the masses against an abominable terror
Offloading opinions disguised as facts and info
Promoting a world view pervasively, drip by drip
Anchoring key words with an infamous persona
Generating a narrative against a villain so big
Alarming the populace with growing hysteria
Nurturing nationalism, dissension frowned upon
Dividing the world for a self-serving dividend
A closed group persists and prevails through media.
I Am Somebody
By Novid Shaid, 2011
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I am somebody. Jesse Jackson.
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I may be an alien
Someone who doesn’t look right
I may be whiter than snow
Or my skin blacker than the night
My face may repulse you
You shudder at my sight,
But I am still, SOMEBODY
I’ve Returned To The Lord Of Honour And Might
A message from a boy in heaven to his parents
by Novid Shaid, 2010
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Dear Mother and Father, do not fret or fear,
For I’ve returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.
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Although you’re yearning for me with each painful tear,
Know that I’ve returned to the Lord of Honour and Might.
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Uprising
by Novid Shaid, April, 2011
The uprising
upsurges, escalating,
preparing the ground for
a ground breaking
an earth-shattering
downfall
If The Man On The Moon Were A Mozlem
By Robert Warrenjehad Denser and Anna Arabaiter Cooltar
If the man on the moon were a Mozlem!
Why, I sure wouldn’t be so surprised.
Coz everywhere you step in our nation
There be mosques and their holy cries!
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We let them into our blessed borders,
Gave em chances that they never woulda got.
Coz they come from the land of the A Rabs!
From their sultanic satanic despots!
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Freedom
Musty fumes belch out
of Kabul’s downtown sprawling mass
of rambling rickshaws, tooting Toyotas,
trotting horse drawn carts,
heaving and straining
with the weight of rotting carcasses
and the salvaged wreckages of time.