Islamic Beauty
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Looking For A Prophet
How can anyone call another to break this truth
Corrupting the Word and the mind of yet another
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blissful thoughts from the abyss of my soul: GOD
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and then when you have accomplished your daily tasks, go to sleep in peace.
GOD is awake.GOD does not take away …
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Lost For Words
They are telling me I am mad again
For believing in the Word
Thinking there is a Creator
Of all you see and all you have heard
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To him who created me.
So many times, I’ve lost myself
you did see me…
and all I’m begging you Is mercy
you who create me.I’ve learnt, and known
he’s great to anyone,
he’s one…Weak and small,
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O Jerusalem
The massive golden dome glimmered , shards of hope piercing corners of the street where children drew in th dust.
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Prayer
Pledges broken, hearts deceiving,
Any kind of trust is lost.
Or just a simple conversation
Proves to have a hefty cost.
Rusty hearts are always judging
Without sympathy to spare
A…
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Mapping
I’ve always disliked the word “reflection” as it is applied to the mind or the soul; it seems too shallow a description for something with so many layers and pathways. The image we all see in …
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Sisters
Racing up the wooden stairs,
Of our tower, tall and fair,
Upon our thrones to sit, a pair
Of princesses, you and I.Bearing books and cookies, too,
Telling jokes and stories new,
Dreami…
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Jihad
Everest looms before me
Axe in hand, and all alone
A tiny rock had killed Goliath,
But what if Goliath
Was made of stone?Icy winds bear harsh whispers,
Telling tales of misplaced fear…
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Happy thoughts....
my bare feet feeling for the first time the cold wet dew on the grass
the sun peaking over the houses and trees around me like a game of hide and seek
only to lose because she is so loud in …
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freedom...
a walk with my feet
a breathe from my lungs
a simple gesture of my hands
a blink from my eyes
a soft word spoken from my mouth
a movement from my lips
a thought provoked by my own creativ…