"ibn" poems
I searched for God among the Christians and on the Cross and therein I found Him not.
I went into the ancient temples of idolatry; no trace of Him was there.
I entered the mountain cave of Hira and then went as far as Qandhar but God I found not.
With set purpose I fared to the summit of Mount Caucasus and found there only 'anqa's habitation.
Then I directed my search to the Kaaba, the resort of old and young; God was not there even.
Turning to philosophy I inquired about him from ibn Sina but found Him not within his range.
I fared then to the scene of the Prophet's experience of a great divine manifestation only a "two bow-lengths' distance from him" but God was not there even in that exalted court.
Finally, I looked into my own heart and there I saw Him; He was nowhere else.
But
In my heart .
Writer :
Jalaludin rumi
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
oh such few words are minded,
no bravery apart
from the homosexuals
as skeletons in the chronicles of Narnia
being discovered among
the skeletons of tyrannosaurus rex
making a bed with its wheelchair able
paws - and the flag of the Cymru
fire-breathing turtles before excavation
and the myths of the mandarin too;
now tell me the sub-human plot with the
Normans when the anglo-sax reigned
to teach me to unlearn english
to avoid assimilation,
like you taught your former colonial subjects
to integrate and to alievate keeping assimilation:
which you taught to unlearn the mother's
tongue and learn a discrimination
against furthering the multi-cultural project...
which you taught to integrate and
keep at loss a sacred soul of never assimilating
akin to jew...integrate i must,
assimilate i care not for should i be totally
albino or asserting bleached with peace:
albino oder beteuern gebleicht mit frieden.
integrate i must to utilise the coinage
but to assimilate i must turn into a reggae african
with roots in the Caribbean than the Ivory Coast...
and god willing i will not claim to be
an arab's brother to settle karma over
uplifting the curse over Mecca with ibn Saud's
clock-tower; burn!!!
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
The black one was kidnapped
He traveled a broad
He was sold as a slave
He lost his freedom
He was very annoyed
He tried to escape
But he failed to succeed
The master said
After asking every one
You must tied him
With a person to be love
They put a ***** girl
Worked by his side
He neglect her first
As he wanted to escape
At last when he failed
And got very hurt
From his master
As he was punished
She said to him
"The escape is bad
If you got succeed
Where do you go?
You may be lost
At the wide desert beyond
Or you may be kidnapped
Again and be slave
By a worst master
Than our master here
He said that is awful
To stay a salve again
But when he stayed alone
He said she is right
He talked her again
And said "who are you? "
She said in pretty
"Surely you want to know?"
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC
when i heard about it,
when i heard of “free art:”
i thought of free bread and wine,
and celtic sirens,
i laughed though... you made the earth
so ******* boring we all wanted to become astronauts.
when art became free we tried to moralise
drinking wine (as a portent of richness)
and eating bread (as a portent of the russian revulsion),
i bought my art.. and waited for the ones who
discouraged it complaining buying their bread “well fed.”
the celtic sirens hung on though, singing softer and softer
but more prone to the acid tongues dragging the democrats into
a hope of kings and village kindred elders,
but i still didn’t hope for free artistry that was akin to circus,
caged the gypsy have i?
i have, but i did not warrant free food or free aquas of variation,
i simplified freeing the demands with the demands freed into excess,
well... if i were kingly i’d still have provided free bread and wine
rather than music and the curbing the excesses of lyricists;
making music free just discouraged all originality, all creativity,
it just became a realism of a struggled acting -
i feel cheated having missed the antics of britannia in
the 1960's and '70's like it was greek and roman without
the epileptics of watching a documentary on trans-sexualisation
of brazilians and ******** disco to gag on an excess of flashy lights
just to sell lipstick... and have these quasi-epileptic shivers
without having an opposing opinion to counter the freely stated & fluxed.
i guess my convulsions were due to the fact that the men
didn’t call it either homosexuality nor trans-sexuality,
and that i was actually looking at two dodos talking, meaning
i was seeing the extinction of the human race through the ****
meaning i was watching the knights templar idol, baphomet,
realised 2000 years after the crucifixion in that crown of thorn dreams,
perfected in thailand... of all places;
that actually beats the identification of ibn saud as the dajjal,
moving further east of mecca than riyadh and
the assassination attempt within the framework of muhammad’s hadith of ‘no entry’ into mecca by the dajjal.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
Oh Lord, nourish me not with love but with the desire
for love. IBN ‘ARABÎ
Not only the thirsty seek the water,
the water as well seeks the thirsty. RÛMÎ
Ecstasy is a flame which springs up in the secret heart,
and appears out of longing. PAUL NWYIA
Open your hidden eyes and return to the root of the root
of your own self. RÛMÎ
The inner truth of desire is that it is a restive motion in
the heart in search of God. AL-QUSHAYRÎ
excerpts from "Travelling the Path Of Love Sayings of Sufi Masters"
Apr 5, 2023
Apr 5, 2023 at 9:47 AM UTC
I figure this to be
The sanctuary
Build from the ash and debris
Of past storms and unhealthy tendencies
A folk lore
Just short of a mystery
The list is infinite
But the bottom of the page is clear to me
I focus my point
Trying to stay on target but I miss easily
Dreaming of clouds and celestial cuisines, heavenly
Close my eyes and jump from outer space
Screaming as if it will cushion the fall from grace
Tearing apart on impact, what's left?
My complacency, complexity, impurities, the real me?
They way down is way down
How long a fall? Just way down
I'll aim for that hay pile
Like a middle era hero with a pale cowl (Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad reference)
Falling feels like sinking
The weight in my gut persist to expel itself
In my panic I'm thinking
"I wish gravity would give up
I'm 500 feet from the pavement
15 seconds till impact
If this is my dream the wings will be there
And I'll soar away just before I hit the floor
I close my eyes and begin to squeeze
Visualizing the emergence of these beautiful wings
I open my eyes
I can see the cracks on the side walk and lines on the street
10 feet from the ground ready to take off then like a dream I .............(Loud Thud!!!!!!)
Ouch!!
-Xin-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
۱
Where do we come from? Where are we going to? طَرِيقً
What sense is there in our life? We never have a clue. الحَيَـاةً مَعْـنًى
How many blameless souls under the wheel azure نُفُـوسٌ أَطْهَارٌ
Are being burn’d to ash and dust – where is the smoke, I ask? دُخَانٌ
۲
Thou shall not plant the trees of grief... شَخَرَة حُرْن
Though for enlightenment search the sun: إِنجِلاَءٌ
Shall care thou of lovely and love wine! رِعَايَةٌ
For time we live’s unequal to divine. وَقْتٌ
۳
I came into this world – has it become more splendid? مُوسِر
I’m gone – will it be hurt so badly? خَسَارَة
I wish somebody told me why سِرّْ
I came from dust and dust become will I. هَـبَاء
۴
I drink not wine for cheer, I drink not wine for vice, عِلَّةًُ
Nor drink I to deny all that is bright and holy. سَبِب
I just want to forget myself if only for a while – نُكْرَانُ اَْلدَّاتِ
That’s why I drink all time – the price I pay is solid! خَزَاءٌ
٥
Neglect the Law, the Prayer and the Lent, رَفضٌ
Though feed the poor with what you have, instead: رَحْمَة
Be good... Then your reward will be – I vouch for it – عَهْدٌ
Now mortal bliss, then – immortality. حَظّْ وَ خُلُود
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 4:41 AM UTC
“Truly in the heart there is a void that can not be removed-
except with the company of God."
"And in it there is a sadness-
that can not be removed except with the happiness of knowing God
and being true to Him."
"And in it there is an emptiness that can not be filled except with love for Him
and by turning to Him,
and always remembering Him."
*"And if a person were given all of the world-
and what is in it,*
it would not fill this emptiness.”
- Ibn Qayyim Al Jawziyyah
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
*
From all of the blanks
floatin' up in my mind
By knowledge indeed
i am but as blind
So without it to prevail
there is no understandin'
For a word just mere a word
when nothin' in the endin'
Tho to believe 'n' witness
firmly within my capabilities
Please would Ye make it one
of ibn Yusuf's accepted abilities
By flowin' through veins
'n' the ponderin' upon
The heart alone to beget
which thread to be on
Thy example of livin'
aswell as Thy deeds
Come to be the only things
that i will ever need
**
..assalaato assalaamo alayka ya Sayyidi...!
..salawaat'Ullahi wa salaamahu alayhi wa aalihi wa sahbihi...!
..revive thy consiousness
'n'
love always...*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 23/01/1437**
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
with him included? the devil's dozen, or
the 13 -
then the hours of Horus:
noon - Simon Peter -
later with covenant
of the hour: holy spirit,
and the minute hand: son
and the second hand: the father
oh quiet the trinity handful,
given year zero -
hours 12 through to 1
Andrew, James, John, Philip, Bartholomew,
Thomas, Matthew, James, Thaddeus, Simon, Judas
s / p.
s. a.
θ. j.
j. Δ j.
m. p.
b.
look at the ******* clock! something's awry!
Simon peter 12
Andrew 13
James 14
John 15 (3 a.m. / p.m.)
Philip 16
Bartholomew 17 (5 p.m.)
Thomas 18 (six)
Matthew 19 (seven)
James (ibn Alφaeus) 20 (eight)
"θ" (nine),
Simon K9'ite - ten
Iscariot - eleven - clocks are wrong...
the year 0 a.d. is based on this,
twelve disciples, twelve hours a.m. / a.d.
and v.
p.m. / b.c.,
hence the trinity / Δ -
an hour for the holy spirit to catch on,
son monetises the minutes
and the father being omnipresent understands within
seconds...
but i was aiming to do justice to the harvest missed
last year, i was intending to make wine;
hence the list of ingredients,
a) wine yeast;
b) yeast nutrient:
diammonium phosphate,
magnesium sulphate, nicotinic acid, magnesium carbonate,
thiamine hydrochloride, zinc sulphate, ferrous
ammonium sulphate, biotin;
c) pectolase:
pectinase enzyme, dextrose monohydrate;
d) bruclens cleaner / steriliser:
sodium percarbonate;
e) fine fining A: silica sol,
" B: chitosan (derived from crab and shrimp
shells, contains sodium metabisulphite)
f) two months' worth of patience.
it's that time of the year where you make wine
(just a little bush, enough for 12 bottles) -
and gestapo a curry -
a tarka dhal
and a kheralan chicken with coconut milk...
i love when **** decays, it tastes better than
when **** blossoms and isn't exactly edible
but merely colourful.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Was it a divine sign amongst the creation –
A revelation so lightsome and pregnant –
That a blanching feather’s unforeseen descent
Made my poetic soul blench for evocation?
Surely, t’was from some celestial spheres, –
Angelic wings of cherubs and seraphim –
So long been soaking in firmamental affairs
That human mental senses but morphine.
A feather if eatable, a matter of addiction –
Plucking and plucking without satiety –
If been drinkable, a matter of intoxication
Leading humans into ever inebriety.
---
O’ glorious feathers who hover with mystery –
Over skyey dreams and unearthly visions –
Which land on the earth with vice and misery,
Lending the haver only vain aspirations.
O’ one-time ornaments of the seven heavens –
Brightness and whiteness of all times –
Have you no shame on the dirt of your pens
Writing worldly prose and heretic rhymes?
By-the-way, your heaven is no heaven but a sky –
As well as not every brightening is holy –
Just as Icarus has fallen from and by your high
As others are mystified by your fake glory.
---
Whether art thou the sinister poker of Iblis –
Leading by a dancing feather in the hand –
Human arts like the one that let fall Ibn Idris
Calling with fair words to the Fallen’s land?
Whether divine inspirations in form of an aura –
Blown on the poor’s brow as enlightenment –
Art thou as the freshening science of soul and soma
Kindling the minds’ muscles as a tea of mint?
Oh, Only God knows of Ma’at’s Hall of gloom –
If one’s deeds worth a feather morrow –
So, I seek only Deus’ forgiving, life-giving plume
To pardon my feather on the mortal pillow.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
what, merchant of Mecca
and the bride of Dubai?
how's that going to work
with ibn Saud?
oh right... sting's desert rose single
will claim the camels were
all sing-along singing with excess
phlegm cursing god for the sandstorm
which man defined to exist glorifying
the variations of the communicative
spirit... make democracy by creating
symbols to silence the numbers by creating
phonetic encoding...
so that muscles turn to fat.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
this really has become a really bad greek joke, i knew that the romans could sing, **** me, they gave us castrato sing along, but i never knew greeks knew humour, perhaps too much emphasis on their philosophical prowess... 'so you're telling me we've been basically lacerating ourselves and kneeling just to get the puzzle's end result, a ******* clock?! you have to be ******** me... thanks to this device we're more prone to insomnia, news channels of 24 ******** global trading & global warming...' i say, the greeks really know how to tell a joke, first they philosophise so everyone takes them seriously... and then the punchline... christianity!
and indeed first, simon (peter), a name for simony.
simon (peter)
andrew james ibn zebedee
john ibn zebedee philip
bartholomew 3^ thomas
matthew james ibn alphaeous
thaddaeus simon the zealot
judas
and indeed judas, last, meaning the son of judiciary.
^but look here, a clock emerges, the trinity of
the hand of the hour,
the hand of the minute,
the hand of the second, and twelve names
as sentenced to 12 (simon peter),
1 (james ibn zebedee),
2 (philip), 3 (thomas), 4 (james ibn alphaeous),
5 (simon the zealot), 6 (judas),
7 (thaddaeus), 8 (matthew), 9 (bartholomew),
10 (john ibn zebedee), 11 (andrew);
**** this greek contraption!
back then the zeitgeist ("holy spirit") of humanity stated
that it was both α & ω, and indeed this was true,
look at the past 2000 years, we know so much!
but in the current state of affairs, the zeitgeist
of humanity changed, since it states a shortening,
a dried up river, it states that the zeitgeist is shortened
to α & β, the whole alpha / beta male dynamic,
sex-fuelled ******** gladiators with electricity bills,
Odysseus with a dilemma over carrier pigeons
postage stamps and email...
but aha! don't forget the ω male, who seems to be
walking into the freezing plateaus of mirrors,
for whom the α & β dynamic means life is too short
because it's too quick... it means the α & β
are competing, the former is a billionaire / banker,
the latter is probably a journalist...
and the ω male is a pedestrian... remember that guy.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
See those who would build a Califate
Based on a dogma of pure hate
Can’t be Muslims as they state
So Muslims don’t participate
But once that is what they’ve decided
Only those who are misguided
Could tolerate or abide it
‘Cos they’re apostates who deny it
When we look at their ravages
We have to call them low-life savages
Their track record on the average is
To multiply their destructive damages
And Islam is a poor excuse
For their unique kind of abuse
Where are the good deeds they produce
That can’t be found they’re of no use
Isis can’t build an Islamic state
Because true Muslims can’t relate
To the things that they dictate
The Mumeenun won’t bite the bait
Their leader is a mad man
Who clearly doesn’t read Qu’ran
So diabolical is his plan
And wanton ****** has become his brand
Read the Qu’ran follow the sunnah
Of Prophet Muhammad ibn Abdullah
Not the dictates of a crazy mullah
Who like Shaytan is there to fool ya
Because that’s who al-Bagdadi is
A charlatan for sure square biz
Who couldn’t pass an Islamic quiz
Now that I’ve said it, there it is
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
She said in anger
“I was princess
Living at my land
Every thing I wanted
Was come, was brought
I loved the world
When I went to swim
At the river that
Passed at my land
Carrying happy and good
Beside me my friends
Girls at my age
Some men appeared
And kidnapped me and some
Friends and took us out
We all were sold
Slave was treated
I stayed at that
After trials of escape
I was hurt very heart
I satisfied with that
Till I was sold
To your master that
Hurt you dearest, dearest
One”
He said “what you said?
I am dearest in fact”
She said and bowed her hear head
In beauty, in smart
She said “how do you come?
I was at that land
Called Ethiopia”
She said “that was my land”
They said truly at loud
They laughed then cried
He said “I was the master's son
Leader of many families
Prepared to be the second
Leader at my nations
When I was trained
I was kidnapped
I was taken out
And stayed at that land”
She said “that is bad”
He said “that is bad”
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 2:26 AM UTC
fine fine, have it, have your niqab,
but for god's sake:
can it at least be white during the summer
months in europe?
and i have about half a bottle
of whiskey left from two nights ago:
question is...
do i have ginger ale?
i have to celebrate, my ******** concept
of stick 4 x 5 = 20
sheets of white paper onto my window,
strapping a fan with a bag
of ice cubes...
to ease this:
godforsaken heat!
running into the garden in
nothing but my underwear
and finding the most grassy,
soft and moist pouch of earth at
6:30 in the morning worked out for
about a day...
**** me muhammad! ali!
and ibn ezra or whatever ahmed
was doing last tuesday!
she can wear the face veil!
i agree! i like she can have more fantasies
in public than a woman wearing
a mini and a bra on a beach...
i agree!
but please! please!
the physics! the physics!
schwarz is an absorber of light
(subsequently heat) -
weiß as a reflector of light
(subsequently heat)...
SHE CAN WEAR HER INVERTED
VOYEURISM FETISH...
SHE CAN HAVE HER SIMULATION
OF INCOGNITO SO CHAMPIONED
WITH INTERNET USAGE IN
THE COMMENT SECTIONS...
SHE CAN HAVE IT!
BUT SHE AT LEAST HAVE A WHITE
VERSION OF HER ATTIRE IN THE SUMMER
MONTHS?!
HIJAB NIQAB... WHATEVER:
JUST ALL IN WHITE...
I'M SWEATING LIKE A WILD
PIG AND I'M THINKING:
YOU ARE GOING OUT IN THAT...
SERIOUSLY? IN THAT?
I DON'T MIND THAT: BUT IN THAT?
you won, you can have your
shop with a diamond analogy that made
no sense about selling diamonds
but keeping the biggest emerald known
to man hidden...
like... some...
heard it from a pakistani at school -
you have a shop selling diamonds...
but you hide your most precious diamond
like some ******* fritzl...
i get it, khadira had a voyeurism
fetish, she liked watching muhammad
**** off before she rushed in
and rode the arabian steed to the logical
conclusion that any businesswoman might...
but can we do away with this ********
that white is taboo in islam?
notably within the confines of women's attire?
it's T'AH AH ******* BOO!
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
Flying high above the Clouds,
Rejoicing on stale airline Food,
Squirming between the Crowds,
Yet calm and elevated in Mood.
A tiny backpack, a Fearless Look,
Do I need anything More ?
To capture the world in merely a Scrapbook,
Leaving pains and worries to Ignore.
The first foot across the Border,
Another step closer to the mountain Peak,
The slipping sand between my Fingers,
Stopping time, is there a Technique ?
Cities, cultures and people Exceptional,
Surpassing labels the ignorant Creates,
Fear of the unknown almost Fictional,
Liberation is all I can Emanate.
I may not be wise as Buddha,
But I sure am on the path of Ibn Battuta.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
Let us remember Aristillus & Timocharis,
Like Halley & Galileo.
Of Zhang Heng & Dao Lee,
Like Newton & Max Born.
Of Werner & Yermolyeva,
Like Curie & Oppenheimer.
Of Paracelus & Fredrick Banting,
Like Tesla & Pythagoras.
Of Richard Feynman & André Ampère,
Like Michael Faraday & Benjamin Franklin.
Of Payne-Gaposchkin & Joseph Swan,
Like Ignacy Łukasiewicz & Kikunae Ikeda.
Of Takamine Jōkichi & Berners-Lee,
Like Robert Hooke & Gutenberg.
Of Talos Attalus & Perrilus,
Like William Bullock & Franz Reichelt.
Of Abū Bakr al-Rāzī & Ibn al-Haytham,
Like Archimedes & Johannes Kepler.
Of Aldini & Henry Russell,
Like Edison & Graham Bell.
Of Carl Bosch & Richard Fiedler,
Like Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jekyll.
Of Brokkr & Sindri,
Like Gullinbursti & Hephaestus.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
Bilal Ibn Rabah 5
The love gained product
They got a child
He was black
His father got happy
As his mother was funny
They celebrated with slaves
All got more happy
After the celebration ended
He got up sad
He took the kinder and ran
The mother fumbled his loved
She had not found
She got up
In spite of her pain
After pregnant and got that child
She called at his husband
"Rabah, Rabah"
He continued in running
He was as a ghost
Running far and fast
She ran after him
The sun was still hid
She was lazy to rise
She was fearing of watching
Crime repeated every time
According to poor and slave
According to injustice of man
Who beat his brother, man
Mother of Bilal insisted to run
In spite of her pain
In spite of her weakness
She called at strong
In spite of her weakness
She fell down
She downed to the earth
The falling made sound
Touched Bilal father's heart
He turned with tears
He returned stretching arm
One carrying his child
Other helping his love
She cried and said,"
Why do you try to ****
Our love, our child?"
Is not he our love gain?"
His tears covered his face
They embraced
They entered
He explained
He said," I fear that
He would be taken
As slave and we couldn't see him
Again"
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
aww...
'cos' mom'z
was a big spender:
and her *******
"grund"-wert-von-
ein-sohn-gehalten-fehlt?!
who: the pitty pitty boy now?
*jeffrey, i don't know,
what's you take on
single frame nudes versus ****
am i jerking off a statue,
or defining fine art?*
this third party teenage crap
is not getting me off
most people talk about...
me? i see one slice of the cake
i'd like to keep the slice,
and not fall prey to the
proverb: you can't have your cake
and eat it...
presume me arab spring...
but getting to the true norse
and the eskimo is not allowed
given the madness of these people...
true sir,
because what arab, in the known
history of the world
ever invited
a second ice age,
inviting the north men
to you realm of affairs,
simply because:
beneath your feat run the rivers of
dinosaur murk...
#welcome...
i've seen this advert...
he thongs he thongs his way like
a caesar?!
oh, ha ha!
ha ha, he he, ha, ha!
he knows what he fears,
and what he fears is not that he
fears it...
what he fears is already in his dreams,
and what he fears is falling
asleep, with a luggage
of dreams...
lucky for me:
most of the time,
i dream of the void.
how about this grand prince:
#hisasstowherehecamefrom...
how's that for a youtube advert?
ever eaten a lilac mushroom,
prince?
ever asked as to
why an anorexic girl might receive
her appetite back, after drinking
three cups of coffee, spoon of sugar,
two teaspoons of double cream?
so may i ask...
why does the serpent
have no eyelids,
and his most removed cousin,
the spy, that's the cat,
share his pupil's dilation...
even a man with no
money can compete with your
pleasures...
among ******
and no, harem, attached...
crown prince,
donning a crown of ten hourglasses...
but only one klepsydra...
tell me the difference, crown prince,
what is water to sand?
even Muhammad
pointed to the east of Mecca and
Medina, which i now have to
call for him: Riyadh...
grape and blind in one eye
bulging...
i simply say: ibn-Saud: diabetic...
and two eyes bulging:
a cube of ice... sugar sweet
Kaaba(h): camel makes the load:
or grunts, disagrees...
like those Bangladeshi prisoners
of Kuwait... or what... Sssssssssssýriā?
your partriarch said: from
the east...
nicht, in, mein, land!
a to tak dla przygody: moi brateńku...
- nie, w, mojej, ziemi! -
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
They married, they married
Their love became fact
They celebrated, celebrated
The stars were in happy
The world got fine
Their master prepared
Everything to the celebrate
In spite of being stingy
He brought a lot of meat
Of sheep and cows
All the slaves came
They danced and sang
They said, "Oh! Brilliant
Aquamarine comes from the deepest
Making everything fill of feelings
Of happy that cavers and distributes
The funny over all faces
You have white heart
White heart
Carrying into good stature
Making hearts tend
To get a funny music
Expressing good melody
The harmony tells
The harmony covers
Love is up
Love is forever"
They entered their home
They thanked their master
They thanked their Gods
They filled home with happy
They slept with satisfy
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
❝O Allah! I am indeed harsh, so make me gentle; I am
weak, so make me strong; and I am miserly, so make me
generous.❞
— A Dua of Umar Ibn Al-Khattab (RA)
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
She said “but it can be acceptable
You can be responsible
For that station, you must be able
Stays at you are
Satisfy with the fate
Change to your look
Smile as you could
Look for love and take
The chance if you remark
The time is not bad
But we get it bad
If we thanks our God
, Remind his good
Changes will be by a hand
Of us not another hand
If you smile enough
If you get love
If you see kind
Be near it with happy
The life will be easy
And there will be funny”
He said “but it is not easy
How can I find love?
Every thing here is tough
The weather, the land
The people have enough
Hate for slaves like us’
She said “you don’t find love
Search and you will find
Surely near as wind”
She went at speed
Without saying a word
He was astonished
How did she go?
Without saying a word
Khalaf their master
He stayed with a manner
Of happy and said
To all masters of Mecca
Finally I solved
My stubborn now is kind
He stayed as any one
He obeyed my laws”
One said “how was that “
He said “by love
Love is that
I brought a girl
She was near
They talked there”
Other said “but they can do”
He interrupted as he might know
“they will be married”
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC