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3 Maret 1924.. Tak banyak уαηg tahu αρα уαηg telah terjadi ∂ι hari itu | dahsyatnya makar & kemunduran umat telah melupakan peristiwa detik2 hancurnya institusi daulah Khilafah sang pemersatu Hingga derita mendera bertubi silih berganti menimpa muslim ∂ι segala penjuru | teraniaya,terhina,tercabik,tertindas,tersakiti,terjajah,menangis tersedu Umat уαηg satu tak lagi menyatu | terpecah tersekat oleh nation state buatan sekutu | bak anak ayam kehilangan induk terancam hidupnya sewaktu-waktu Begitulah wajah muslim hari ini | ketika tiada lagi institusi уαηg melindungi | problematika terjadi tiada henti Hari ini | tepat 91 tahun umat Islam hidup tanpa institusi Khilafah | saatnya melawan lupa & bergerak mewujudkannya Khilafah janji Allah tersampaikan melalui lisan mulia Rasulullah SAW | walau banyak уαηg beranggapan utopis kembali mewujudkannya | yakinlah tiada janji уαηg pernah ingkar kecuali janjiNya Nabi saw bersabda, "Akan datang kepada kalian masa kenabian,& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang.Kemudian,Allah akan menghapusnya,jika Ia berkehendak menghapusnya. Setelah itu,akan datang masa Kekhilafahan ‘ala Minhaaj al-Nubuwwah;& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang.Lalu,Allah menghapusnya jika Ia berkehendak menghapusnya. Setelah itu,akan datang kepada kalian,masa raja menggigit (raja yang dzalim),& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang.Lalu,Allah menghapusnya,jika Ia berkehendak menghapusnya. Setelah itu,akan datang masa raja dictator (pemaksa);& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang; lalu Allah akan menghapusnya jika berkehendak menghapusnya. Kemudian,datanglah masa Khilafah ‘ala Minhaaj al-Nubuwwah (Khilafah yang berjalan di atas kenabian). Setelah itu, beliau diam". [HR. Imam Ahmad ] Saudaraku, Telah tiba saatnya satukan langkah satukan perjuangan, Menyongsong kembali janji Allah Sang Penggegam Kehidupan, Tegaknya kembali Daulah Khilafah ∂ι atas jalan kenabian.. Takbir !! Allahuakbar ! SalamPerjuangan! ‪#‎3RDMARCH1924‬ ‪#‎melawanLupa‬
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
#3RDMARCH1924
3 Maret 1924.. Tak banyak уαηg tahu αρα уαηg telah terjadi ∂ι hari itu | dahsyatnya makar & kemunduran umat telah melupakan peristiwa detik2 hancurnya institusi daulah Khilafah sang pemersatu Hingga derita mendera bertubi silih berganti menimpa muslim ∂ι segala penjuru | teraniaya,terhina,tercabik,tertindas,tersakiti,terjajah,menangis tersedu Umat уαηg satu tak lagi menyatu | terpecah tersekat oleh nation state buatan sekutu | bak anak ayam kehilangan induk terancam hidupnya sewaktu-waktu Begitulah wajah muslim hari ini | ketika tiada lagi institusi уαηg melindungi | problematika terjadi tiada henti Hari ini | tepat 91 tahun umat Islam hidup tanpa institusi Khilafah | saatnya melawan lupa & bergerak mewujudkannya Khilafah janji Allah tersampaikan melalui lisan mulia Rasulullah SAW | walau banyak уαηg beranggapan utopis kembali mewujudkannya | yakinlah tiada janji уαηg pernah ingkar kecuali janjiNya Nabi saw bersabda, "Akan datang kepada kalian masa kenabian,& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang.Kemudian,Allah akan menghapusnya,jika Ia berkehendak menghapusnya. Setelah itu,akan datang masa Kekhilafahan ‘ala Minhaaj al-Nubuwwah;& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang.Lalu,Allah menghapusnya jika Ia berkehendak menghapusnya. Setelah itu,akan datang kepada kalian,masa raja menggigit (raja yang dzalim),& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang.Lalu,Allah menghapusnya,jika Ia berkehendak menghapusnya. Setelah itu,akan datang masa raja dictator (pemaksa);& atas kehendak Allah masa itu akan datang; lalu Allah akan menghapusnya jika berkehendak menghapusnya. Kemudian,datanglah masa Khilafah ‘ala Minhaaj al-Nubuwwah (Khilafah yang berjalan di atas kenabian). Setelah itu, beliau diam". [HR. Imam Ahmad ] Saudaraku, Telah tiba saatnya satukan langkah satukan perjuangan, Menyongsong kembali janji Allah Sang Penggegam Kehidupan, Tegaknya kembali Daulah Khilafah ∂ι atas jalan kenabian.. Takbir !! Allahuakbar ! SalamPerjuangan! ‪#‎3RDMARCH1924‬ ‪#‎melawanLupa‬
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Your Messiah is not Christ my Karma is not your dogma Their AntiChrist is not the Mahdi His avatar is not yet manifest Our Dajjal is not their 12th Imam Your Brahman is not my Elohim The Atman is not the God-Man Your God-Man is Luciferian Our Lucifer is not their Allah The Djinn are undocumented some angels fell Allah is not Ras Tafari Their Zion is Babylon Jerusalem is Egypt or ***** Their Angels are ascended Masters Our Master is your ascended Savior My Savior is your accuser Their God is no Savior His unction is Satanic The war is spiritual The Spirit is not obvious My anointing is carnal their anointing is moronic our doctrine is angelic Your rejection was predestined our acceptance is divine Our depravity is documented, your sanctity is illusory their power is diabolic their light is darkness Their leader is ungodly Our God is unseemly His Truth is offensive The bitter is not sweet the sweet is unworldly the world is not heavenly. Trinity in seven spirits, yet God is One… Revel in the uncertainty. Have some holy fun fitting more angels on the pin-head, dancing before they fall. Rebellion is always entrancing until the current postmodern theology hooks up with psycho-sexual linguistic pathology. Don’t accept my apology
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Disappointed Mis-anointings
Spacious and resplendent, Summoning people only once, Words replete with beauty, The voice of the imam like music to our ears, Performing Hajj, People from faraway, Come to pray, In the house of God for seeking His light, Forgiveness and prayer on their tongues, Regret and guilt shedding from their eyes, Quarrels and worries aside, Not caring about colour and creed, My eyes seek only forgiveness, And guidance, For making things right, O God please forgive me !
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
Makkah
Acara dalam rangka memperingati hari lahir (harlah) Ke-65 PW Fatayat NU itu diikuti hampir 38 peserta se-Jatim yang meliputi perwakilan seluruh pimpinan cabang Fatayat NU. Hasil desain peserta diperagakan model andalan mereka. Tak kalah dengan model profesional, para model Fatayat NU ini juga tampak percaya diri berlenggak-lenggok di atas caltwalk. Dalam lomba fashion show ini, peserta dari PC Fatayat Bojonegoro meraih juara pertama, sedangkan pemenang kedua diraih oleh peserta dari Nganjuk dan pemenang ketiga dari Fatayat Bangil. Menurut desainer muslimah yang dinobatkan jadi juri lomba ini, Ana Farhasy, ada beberapa poin dimiliki peserta Bojonegoro sehingga meraih juara. "Kendati bertemakan busana pesta muslimah, namun desainnya simpel dan elegan. Itu menjadi kelebihan sendiri daripada peserta lain yang banyak menonjolkan aksesoris sehingga tampak berlebihan," katanya. Selain itu, peserta dari Bojonegoro menampilkan tema gold kayu jati. "Batik yang digunakan asli Bojonegoro," jelas Ana. Sementara itu, Ketua Fatayat NU Jatim Hikmah Bafaqih mengatakan selain lomba fashion show, kegiatan lain juga digelar dalam rangkaian harlah Fatayat NU itu. "Ada lomba menulis artikel, lomba menjadi presenter, dan bazar produk unggulan (handycraft) kreasi kader Fatayat di seluruh cabang Fatayat se-Jatim," katanya. Ia menambahkan, puncak peringatan Harlah Fatayat NU dilaksanakan di kantor PWNU Jatim pada Minggu, 17 Mei 2015. Rencananya, acara puncak dihadiri Menpora Imam Nahrawi, Wagub Jatim Saifullah Yusuf, dan Ketua DPRD Jatim. "Ketua Umum PP Fatayat NU Hajah Ida Fauziyah tidak bisa hadir karena berbarengan dengan acara prakongres Fatayat di Bandung," katanya. Mbak Hikmah, sapaan akrabnya, mengemukakan tema yang diambil harlah kali ini adalah "Ikhtiar Fatayat NU menuju Indonesia Berkeadaban". "Karenanya kita akan terus berusaha untuk melakukan berbagai karya nyata, tentu kita bangun ulang keadaban kita dengan Islam ahlussunnah wal jamaah atau yang kita kenal dengan Islam Nusantara," katanya.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/mermaid-trumpet-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/one-shoulder-formal-dresses
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Fatayat NU Jatim Gelar Fashion Show Batik Muslimah
Acara dalam rangka memperingati hari lahir (harlah) Ke-65 PW Fatayat NU itu diikuti hampir 38 peserta se-Jatim yang meliputi perwakilan seluruh pimpinan cabang Fatayat NU. Hasil desain peserta diperagakan model andalan mereka. Tak kalah dengan model profesional, para model Fatayat NU ini juga tampak percaya diri berlenggak-lenggok di atas caltwalk. Dalam lomba fashion show ini, peserta dari PC Fatayat Bojonegoro meraih juara pertama, sedangkan pemenang kedua diraih oleh peserta dari Nganjuk dan pemenang ketiga dari Fatayat Bangil. Menurut desainer muslimah yang dinobatkan jadi juri lomba ini, Ana Farhasy, ada beberapa poin dimiliki peserta Bojonegoro sehingga meraih juara. "Kendati bertemakan busana pesta muslimah, namun desainnya simpel dan elegan. Itu menjadi kelebihan sendiri daripada peserta lain yang banyak menonjolkan aksesoris sehingga tampak berlebihan," katanya. Selain itu, peserta dari Bojonegoro menampilkan tema gold kayu jati. "Batik yang digunakan asli Bojonegoro," jelas Ana. Sementara itu, Ketua Fatayat NU Jatim Hikmah Bafaqih mengatakan selain lomba fashion show, kegiatan lain juga digelar dalam rangkaian harlah Fatayat NU itu. "Ada lomba menulis artikel, lomba menjadi presenter, dan bazar produk unggulan (handycraft) kreasi kader Fatayat di seluruh cabang Fatayat se-Jatim," katanya. Ia menambahkan, puncak peringatan Harlah Fatayat NU dilaksanakan di kantor PWNU Jatim pada Minggu, 17 Mei 2015. Rencananya, acara puncak dihadiri Menpora Imam Nahrawi, Wagub Jatim Saifullah Yusuf, dan Ketua DPRD Jatim. "Ketua Umum PP Fatayat NU Hajah Ida Fauziyah tidak bisa hadir karena berbarengan dengan acara prakongres Fatayat di Bandung," katanya. Mbak Hikmah, sapaan akrabnya, mengemukakan tema yang diambil harlah kali ini adalah "Ikhtiar Fatayat NU menuju Indonesia Berkeadaban". "Karenanya kita akan terus berusaha untuk melakukan berbagai karya nyata, tentu kita bangun ulang keadaban kita dengan Islam ahlussunnah wal jamaah atau yang kita kenal dengan Islam Nusantara," katanya.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/mermaid-trumpet-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/one-shoulder-formal-dresses
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Mahatma gnaws at World War hungers Reincarnated forms of Wild West lungers Spatially realigning to a kosher and beloved state Krishna stands ignored, can’t help feeling irate Walrus tusks dig into the carpenter’s brow As an eight armed saint is revealed as a cow Scriptures packed and rolled, exhaled in suspicion Prophets praised for violence incurred, act of sedition
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Hebrew Hindu Baptist Imam – With Some Jain Influences... Or Just Cowboy Dan
it was the last day of winter unseasonably warm I was standing behind an Imam his arms were raised hurling prayers for peace into the face of intransigence black dressed armored SWAT teams amassed swinging readied M16s vigilantly guarding walls constricting penned citizens waiting to place an American flag draped coffin onto the growing pile of other coffins covered in the multicolored flags of Iraq War belligerents swelling at the base of the wrought iron fence surrounding the White House I saw a curtain in the White House part the window filled with two tiny faces I imagined it to be Sasha and Bo taking a break from rambunctious play to peer out on a grim assembly wondering in confusion whats going on? why are these people placing coffins in front of our house? Sasha and Bo ran upstairs to the Oval Office she burst through the door “Daddy people are piling coffins in front of our house Why?” The President hugged his daughter and answered… “we’re at war Sasha... “the Evil Doers hate us for who we are... “they want to hurt us... “we must **** them… Sasha asked… “one sign says our bombs **** children… is that true Daddy?” Thats a lie right Daddy? If you knew children like me were being killed you wouldn't let that continue… would you Daddy?” John Kerry popped his head into the office…. “Sasha, your Daddy would never **** children in service to a lie” Sasha’s head tilted… The President flashed a smile… John Kerry walked away whistling… giving no notice to the photo of the Vietnam War Memorial as he passed Music Selection: The Shirelles Soldier Boy Oakland 6/11/14 jbm
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
Winter Soldier
it was the last day of winter unseasonably warm I was standing behind an Imam his arms were raised hurling prayers for peace into the face of intransigence black dressed armored SWAT teams amassed swinging readied M16s vigilantly guarding walls constricting penned citizens waiting to place an American flag draped coffin onto the growing pile of other coffins covered in the multicolored flags of Iraq War belligerents swelling at the base of the wrought iron fence surrounding the White House I saw a curtain in the White House part the window filled with two tiny faces I imagined it to be Sasha and Bo taking a break from rambunctious play to peer out on a grim assembly wondering in confusion whats going on? why are these people placing coffins in front of our house? Sasha and Bo ran upstairs to the Oval Office she burst through the door “Daddy people are piling coffins in front of our house Why?” The President hugged his daughter and answered… “we’re at war Sasha... “the Evil Doers hate us for who we are... “they want to hurt us... “we must **** them… Sasha asked… “one sign says our bombs **** children… is that true Daddy?” Thats a lie right Daddy? If you knew children like me were being killed you wouldn't let that continue… would you Daddy?” John Kerry popped his head into the office…. “Sasha, your Daddy would never **** children in service to a lie” Sasha’s head tilted… The President flashed a smile… John Kerry walked away whistling… giving no notice to the photo of the Vietnam War Memorial as he passed Music Selection: The Shirelles Soldier Boy Oakland 6/11/14 jbm
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Sara L Russell 29th August 2016 Time to retire now, ladies, the drawing room awaits as the gentlemen go to smoke and drink brandy or tell ribald stories unsuitable for a lady's delicate ears. Time to work on our embroidery or retire to bed. The men shall retire whenever they wish, and the stars are too many for us to count. Now we must lie abed dreaming of Mr. Darcy or perhaps a future career, If only one's gender might permit such a thing. Time to adjourn now, ladies, Mrs. Pankhurst has said her piece and the rozzers are coming to break up our meeting of like minds. I heard that she was in prison for a time, and went on hunger strike! oh yes, my dear, I heard they beat her, force-fed her then left her to cry alone in her cell. Only she didn't cry. She never cries. They say one day we women will be able to vote! Yes, of course it could happen. We deserve it, after all. Time to adjourn now, people, it's been a long session and even ministers need a lunch break. Mrs. Thatcher no doubt will carry on making notes for yet another meeting, I don't think that woman ever sleeps. Even if she never does, she has razor-sharp concentration and a sharper mind. You don't want to get on the wrong side of that one. Funny, years ago, they never dreamed we'd have a woman Prime Minister. Not everyone agrees with her yet few dare to disagree. Time to retire now, ladies. The men have important things to discuss, too serious for our lowly ears. Theirs is the sun and the daylight; ours are the shadows that herald the dusk. Gather your prayer beads and lower your gaze. Do not look into the eyes of the Imam as you pass by on the way to your rooms. Do not let any breeze from the window displace your veil. Guard your modesty at all times; protect your respectability, for it is all you have in the world.
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
Coming Full Circle
Sara L Russell 29th August 2016 Time to retire now, ladies, the drawing room awaits as the gentlemen go to smoke and drink brandy or tell ribald stories unsuitable for a lady's delicate ears. Time to work on our embroidery or retire to bed. The men shall retire whenever they wish, and the stars are too many for us to count. Now we must lie abed dreaming of Mr. Darcy or perhaps a future career, If only one's gender might permit such a thing. Time to adjourn now, ladies, Mrs. Pankhurst has said her piece and the rozzers are coming to break up our meeting of like minds. I heard that she was in prison for a time, and went on hunger strike! oh yes, my dear, I heard they beat her, force-fed her then left her to cry alone in her cell. Only she didn't cry. She never cries. They say one day we women will be able to vote! Yes, of course it could happen. We deserve it, after all. Time to adjourn now, people, it's been a long session and even ministers need a lunch break. Mrs. Thatcher no doubt will carry on making notes for yet another meeting, I don't think that woman ever sleeps. Even if she never does, she has razor-sharp concentration and a sharper mind. You don't want to get on the wrong side of that one. Funny, years ago, they never dreamed we'd have a woman Prime Minister. Not everyone agrees with her yet few dare to disagree. Time to retire now, ladies. The men have important things to discuss, too serious for our lowly ears. Theirs is the sun and the daylight; ours are the shadows that herald the dusk. Gather your prayer beads and lower your gaze. Do not look into the eyes of the Imam as you pass by on the way to your rooms. Do not let any breeze from the window displace your veil. Guard your modesty at all times; protect your respectability, for it is all you have in the world.
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Will you break off with me, my beloved, morsel for morsel laddu*? My dream doesn’t come to me, my bed is divided, my heart – dry, fire is rankling me. You’ll regret, my beloved, if you taste it – outside it’s sweet inside – bitter. Twice more, my beloved, your tear will run fast if you pass me by scornfully. In my chest I wear a diamond of snake, a lion-hair on my wrist, a wealth of Brahman in my head. Will someone take them, gifted someone else but my death? Ah, my beloved, marry me. *a round syrup sweet made of gram floor The original: Ходжата тича само до джамията Ще отронваш ли с мене, моя възлюбена, късче по късче ладду*. Сънят ми не ме спохожда, леглото ми е делено, сърцето – сухо, огън ме гложди. Ще съжаляваш, моя възлюбена, ако го вкусиш – отвън е сладко, отвътре – горчиво. Дваж пъти повече, моя възлюбена, сълзи ще лееш ако отминеш презрително. Във гърдите си диамант от змия нося, косъм от лъв на китката си, богатство на брахмин в главата си. Ще ги вземе ли някой дарени, освен смъртта ми? Ах, моя възлюбена, омъжи се за мене. ___________ * кръгъл сиропиран сладкиш от нахутeно брашно. Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova rarebird © bogpan - all rights reserved.
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May 21, 2011
May 21, 2011 at 9:39 PM UTC
The Imam Runs only to the Mosque
Will you break off with me, my beloved, morsel for morsel laddu*? My dream doesn’t come to me, my bed is divided, my heart – dry, fire is rankling me. You’ll regret, my beloved, if you taste it – outside it’s sweet inside – bitter. Twice more, my beloved, your tear will run fast if you pass me by scornfully. In my chest I wear a diamond of snake, a lion-hair on my wrist, a wealth of Brahman in my head. Will someone take them, gifted someone else but my death? Ah, my beloved, marry me. *a round syrup sweet made of gram floor The original: Ходжата тича само до джамията Ще отронваш ли с мене, моя възлюбена, късче по късче ладду*. Сънят ми не ме спохожда, леглото ми е делено, сърцето – сухо, огън ме гложди. Ще съжаляваш, моя възлюбена, ако го вкусиш – отвън е сладко, отвътре – горчиво. Дваж пъти повече, моя възлюбена, сълзи ще лееш ако отминеш презрително. Във гърдите си диамант от змия нося, косъм от лъв на китката си, богатство на брахмин в главата си. Ще ги вземе ли някой дарени, освен смъртта ми? Ах, моя възлюбена, омъжи се за мене. ___________ * кръгъл сиропиран сладкиш от нахутeно брашно. Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova rarebird © bogpan - all rights reserved.
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Have you seen a tree weep, Not tears from it drop, But, real blood. Since 1200 years ago on the day of Ashura, The day of martyrdom of Imam Hussain at Kerbala, Mourns a big old fir tree, In the Zarabad village,near the Ghazwin city in Iran. Hussain was brutally martyred, His head slain and hung on a spear! Paraded  through the streets of Kufa, So he could save Islam. This fir tree, in the morning of Ashura performs a miracle, It sheds tears of blood, Which trickle down from its branches and leaves. It's not paint or water colour, For the drops smell of blood. If a tree can mourn Hussain, How can we be left out, On that day tens of thousand gather around the tree to mourn Hussain, Many critically ill come for sole purpose to be cured by the holy blood. With Hussain's death truth prevailed, Islam prevailed.
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC
A Tree That Bleeds
In a far land known as Pakistan, in the little town of Prym Impiety was criminal, And blasphemy a sin A Christian woman stood accused Of impious words and deed- Did her words insult the Prophet? Or did her neighbors hate her creed? Tried and condemned for Blasphemy in the little town of Prym, The Christian woman waited, for the stoning to begin. The townspeople all gathered round, pious Moslems one and all. They chose their weapons from the ground and awaited Imam’s call. When suddenly the sky grew dark The Sun obscured from view A Nickel Iron stone from space One, without sin, just threw. In the place where Prym once stood is a crater deep and wide. There is no more impiety. and no more fratricide. Take to heart the lesson Let hatred be unknown Or next time He who is without sin may cast a larger stone.
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Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
PRYM (PRIM)
Iraq,a war torn country, Amidst tight security, Through a jungle of barricades, And through a throng of people one must wade, To reach the shrine of Imam Hussain. At his shrine lies heaven, A paradise that defies description, Around you a jostling crowd, mourning, Chanting his name and beseeching, Yet,all noise is lost, no barrier, Only you and Hussain the martyr. You are at peace, A Spritual bliss, As the bars' of his shrine you kiss, He listens,to him nothing is amiss, What you have come for you will be granted, No One  leaves empty handed. Time spent at his shrine, Is divine. Lost in his spirituality so intense, Sudden shouts of the guards bring you to your sense, "Move, move, make way", As you leave you promise yourself to return another time or day. That is the spritual power of Hussain, That pulls you to his shrine again and again. 25/7/2019.
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Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC
At The Shrine of Hussain
Life has gone too fast It made me a big tortoise Now I am a tourist attraction point But still I believe That All will be OK. Qwan imam*
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
qwan iman*
Dear sweet beautiful I hope you can accept me and my piercing Accept as deeply flawed As a human As some close to being beautiful My loving female imam Beautiful imam You need no passport to my heart As you welcomed
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 2:15 AM UTC
Beautiful imam
I will say astaghfirullah but Imam, I am innocent How heinous the crime I have committed but No stones shall slit my back. I will say astaghfirullah but Old man, I am innocent A child like me is not you yet We are different but the same. I will say astaghfirullah but Darling, I am innocent I will cut myself with your blade Before I bleed pagan poetry.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 9:30 AM UTC
astaghfirullah
Dad, Can it be that you are gone now, Five years' comings and goings, Five solar journeys now, around the sun? I can still see your shape, Thin and worn, Overalls, too big, Cap pulled down, Pliers hanging at your side, Lace-up boots, worn, And your face, lined, Eyes still twinkling, though Weary after a day's work, Fixing, Farming, Fencing, Feeding. In my mind, you're Going off to the barn, To hay the cows, Like an old imam Heading mechanically To daily prayers, Moved by routines Impossible to ignore. The man and the work, So embedded in the other... No more thought of leaving - Though as a younger man, You spoke of some day retiring - There was no way, and no desire, Farming was your one remaining fire. So, five years are gone, And yet, everything still Standing on the farm Bears resemblances of you. The peeling buildings, sagging still, The gravel paths you tended, The panels your hands welded, The barns and sheds you built Still stand, and bear the evidence Of Arthur Bouchard's hands.
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
Five Years?
So the call goes out: every priest, imam, rabbi, shaman gets the same message. Comes to them like a dream, but there's no denying it. "That's it then, folks," goes the mesage, "If you haven't got it by now, you never will. We're off - You're on your own. B'bye." And it's followed by this hollow ringing, the great screaming emptiness of space. So of course they get together, discuss what's to be done. And the funny thing is how quickly they decide: "Suppose we'd best just carry on as usual, eh?" "Suppose so, aye." Which is why you never knew this had happened.
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
The Message
In the line of Abraham and Ismail took a sacrifice To save the truth from the hands of falsehood, vice Imam Hussain along with seventy two paid the price Which made their direct path enlightened to paradise Truth encountered falsehood with force of faith, belief For sake of eternity humanity saved by decision of chief As a verdict of God it was but an eternal declared relief Blood of innocents for times to come became eternal grief Till edge of eternity blood of martyrs blossom to celebrate The battle of Karbala as a symbol of sacrifice is event great No one no words can ever be able to its essence translate Only staunch and true lovers can associate and ameliorate Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
Karbala
Here I am In Afghanistan To protect the people from the Taliban But The Imam Laughs at me Says Stupid man This Is your Vietnam You’ve been here now Near 10 Ramadans And Still you cower In your armoured vans
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
A Helmand Soldier
Fine as hell Said u don’t got a main chick U lied (but I don’t care) My new attitude is like **** it I’m on one (and imma get it) Imam ***** you with my heels on I don’t give a **** you fine as hell! Can’t help but get a piece My New attitude (It takes me over) She don’t give a **** (she’s out spoken!) She got skills in her head tht’ll make u trip Slip and let u slide rite in
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Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC
UNTILTED(not finished)
podseti me kako radiš očima ono dok sediš na šolji podseti me molim te slobodan sam dva dana ipak moja je soba čistija od tvog tavana čak šta više pićemo iz čaša čistih imam sve a nije užeglo dođi bela da vodimo ljubav da jedemo smoki pijemo pivo dođi i samo još ovaj put okupaj se
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
bela
imam 40 godina 18 zuba i urasli umnjak imam sedu bradu i ćelavu glavu imam vremena na pretek i udobne cipele imam sve prste na rukama tako da šetajući mogu da stiskam šipak u praznim džepovima
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
imam
Like fresh spring daffodil Bursting through frozen ground You appeared by my side In the summer of '11 On a rainy afternoon As we listened to the Marxists And those who merely warned The end was near at hand You asked me for the shelter Of my newly bought umbrella I absorbed your pale blonde hair And eyes of powder blue An Imam raved and ranted You must have been nineteen I struggled with my conscience Every time you smiled If the end then truly came As the speakers said it would I'd have kissed you on the spot My luck was not that strong So I watched you walk away Despite an implied offer Turned to face the Marxists Left my heart with you.
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
For a Polish Girl in Hyde Park
KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI NO RESPECT For YOU, NWMI Generally speaking, KEIN RESPEKT In the grand scheme of things, they do NOTHING FOR THE OPPRESSED NWMI tun im Grunde NICHTS FÜR DIE MUSTADHAFIN Tell me, what have they done for Yemen? Tell me, what have they done for Palestine? Tell me, what have they done for Syria? Tell me, what have they done for Nigeria? Tell me, what have they done for Myanmar? Tell me, what have they done for oppressed Blacks in America besides feeding some black persons who are homeless food of lesser quality than they fed themselves at their Galas/parties and at their Eid celebrations and offering a few BLM programs during BLM's buzz moment, trending time, media coverage frenzy? Unlike many other Islamic, non-profit organizations run by Muslims, they have all this money to do a lot with And comparatively speaking, they continuously have all this money to do a lot with Though NWMI, you've learned from with unyielding thanks to them a few Imams and leaders branded as freedom fighters voices of the oppressed who have taught you accurate information and as far as I know, have not been guest speakers at any of your "signature" programs So you encourage social responsibility through service Serving who? Serving "your own"? Serving those who in comparison to the world's oppressed and needy and to those oppressed and needy, both Muslims and non-Muslims in your own backyard don't need to be served Ha ha, what a joke "Hold on to the rope of Allah all together and be not divided." Qur'an 3:103 in bold it reads, a welcome to their website Well, they've divided themselves They've separated themselves alright from the Mustadhafin The most oppressed of the believers, they've separated themselves from     I'm sure the ones you look to as role models the Ahlul Bayt (AS) would highly approve of your complicit, apathetic ways Their feet followed the Mustadhafin everywhere they were everywhere they went You're NOT following in the Ahlul Bayt's footsteps You're NOT We smell hypocrisy and we hate that smell We hate that smell called hypocrisy KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI Tell me, what have you done for Iraq? Tell me, what have you done for Afghanistan? Tell me, what have you done for Somalia? Tell me, what have you done for Pakistan? Tell me, what have you done for Palästina, for again, Palestine    "...PALESTINE CONTINUES TO BE THE ISSUE and ISRAEL, ZIONIST ISRAEL CONTINUES TO BE THE PROBLEM." (IMAM ASI, 5/2008)   Surely, you know, they're dying right now They're mourning right now. RIGHT NOW Tell me, what have you done for them? Tell me, what have you done for me and my people...yeh the ones who are suffering in unfathomable ways all over the place? Tell me, what have you done for my bleeding mercilessly, oppressed family? Tell me, what have you done for my yelling loudly, screaming their hearts out for help brethren...our brothers and our sisters? Tell me, what have you done for my regularly targeted, innocent, dear human friends? In the grand scheme of things, Nix Nothing KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI NO RESPECT For YOU, NWMI I THINK YOU HEARD ME By: Najwa Kareem
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Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 5:37 PM UTC
KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI (NO RESPECT FOR YOU, NWMI)
KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI NO RESPECT For YOU, NWMI Generally speaking, KEIN RESPEKT In the grand scheme of things, they do NOTHING FOR THE OPPRESSED NWMI tun im Grunde NICHTS FÜR DIE MUSTADHAFIN Tell me, what have they done for Yemen? Tell me, what have they done for Palestine? Tell me, what have they done for Syria? Tell me, what have they done for Nigeria? Tell me, what have they done for Myanmar? Tell me, what have they done for oppressed Blacks in America besides feeding some black persons who are homeless food of lesser quality than they fed themselves at their Galas/parties and at their Eid celebrations and offering a few BLM programs during BLM's buzz moment, trending time, media coverage frenzy? Unlike many other Islamic, non-profit organizations run by Muslims, they have all this money to do a lot with And comparatively speaking, they continuously have all this money to do a lot with Though NWMI, you've learned from with unyielding thanks to them a few Imams and leaders branded as freedom fighters voices of the oppressed who have taught you accurate information and as far as I know, have not been guest speakers at any of your "signature" programs So you encourage social responsibility through service Serving who? Serving "your own"? Serving those who in comparison to the world's oppressed and needy and to those oppressed and needy, both Muslims and non-Muslims in your own backyard don't need to be served Ha ha, what a joke "Hold on to the rope of Allah all together and be not divided." Qur'an 3:103 in bold it reads, a welcome to their website Well, they've divided themselves They've separated themselves alright from the Mustadhafin The most oppressed of the believers, they've separated themselves from     I'm sure the ones you look to as role models the Ahlul Bayt (AS) would highly approve of your complicit, apathetic ways Their feet followed the Mustadhafin everywhere they were everywhere they went You're NOT following in the Ahlul Bayt's footsteps You're NOT We smell hypocrisy and we hate that smell We hate that smell called hypocrisy KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI Tell me, what have you done for Iraq? Tell me, what have you done for Afghanistan? Tell me, what have you done for Somalia? Tell me, what have you done for Pakistan? Tell me, what have you done for Palästina, for again, Palestine    "...PALESTINE CONTINUES TO BE THE ISSUE and ISRAEL, ZIONIST ISRAEL CONTINUES TO BE THE PROBLEM." (IMAM ASI, 5/2008)   Surely, you know, they're dying right now They're mourning right now. RIGHT NOW Tell me, what have you done for them? Tell me, what have you done for me and my people...yeh the ones who are suffering in unfathomable ways all over the place? Tell me, what have you done for my bleeding mercilessly, oppressed family? Tell me, what have you done for my yelling loudly, screaming their hearts out for help brethren...our brothers and our sisters? Tell me, what have you done for my regularly targeted, innocent, dear human friends? In the grand scheme of things, Nix Nothing KEIN RESPEKT Für SIE, NWMI NO RESPECT For YOU, NWMI I THINK YOU HEARD ME By: Najwa Kareem
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Dear God Please save my soul As I bow down In the Mosque And my body is cold and I daven in the Synagogue I secretly hope you're keeping a log I need a guardian angel To tell me that it'll be okay I need to feel more stable I hope I'll live another day And I refrain from pork Or Ursury None on my fork You're abusing me With no response I listen but I don't hear your song I've stopped listening to music The radio's not on Pray 5 times And then I pray three times Bismillah before I eat I thank you before my seat I'll find you when I hear the chant I'll be emancipated from the devil's hands I'll hear your call as I feel the Adhan Forgive me I am only a man I ask the Imam for spiritual guidance I meet the Rabbi but only silence I seek but I don't think I'll find it I only ask for your sacred kindness In the water I wash my feet I wash my face to purify I fall down onto my knees I think that I have truly died Show me your presence Show me your face Show me your heaven Show me the way I wish you could hear me And the words that I say Amen
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
Dear God