i Created this art when i was 17 .. the day i went London to study art this is what i took with me , and they loved it , and got me a place in uni … one of my old work that i still keep close.

Lina
came up with this story to tell , please visit her pages for more great poems .
Thank you Lina .
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My King

I was with him in the desert,
I was 12
He was ageless
Me and my mother traveled with him
We were fighting once again,
The tribes fought for many things,
This time it was water..
Holy Holy Water

He was our King in the desert,
We went with him everywhere
And inside my soul
Out there,
Burning the tears off with
The heat of 1,000 years

I fell in love

I was 12 and I could not be caught
Looking at him as if I were worthy
My mother was a widow
And our kind took care of each other
In the desert
In the heat that cleansed
Our Hearts and our Minds
Praise be to Allah,
Praise be to Allah,
Al ham dulAllah..

He took each of us in with his eyes
His men fought hard and we hurt very few,
He said we would only take
What Allah would give us,

And he was right,
His fighting
Clean and Pure
He was our King in the desert,
Our Prince of survival

I was 12 then..

And I loved him….