"rahim" poems
The soil covers your bare feet in a powdery gray dust
like you've walked through an old fireplace that hasn't been cleaned
in the days since the last sacrifice.
There's enough wood to keep us warm through the coldest winter
or burn heretics to any cold heart's content.
This land is full of burnt offerings
and lucky rams
where it doesn't even take the word of god to sacrifice your child
just the word of man,
imperfect as the path you walk back from alone.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
14-year-old Mauritanian chess player Abdel Rahim al-Talib Muhammad
For helping Palestine
Your a HERO..
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 1:49 PM UTC
_**Ram Mandir"Ayodhya"
after 500 years a golden moment in indian history of india💖
Ram Mandir to be built in "Ayodhya"
I feel so proud to be country like in India.
There are many conflicts between communities here but the love and respect for other is always greater.
I have no words to describe my "INDIA"
UNITY IN DIVERSITY✨
"diverse country where peoples of many religions live together peacefully with their on separate cultures!"
Oldest culture of world around 5000 years...
"BE IT RAM BHAKTI OR RAHIM BHAKTI,IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT WE STRENGTHEN THE SPRIT OF RASTRA BHAKTI''
narendra modi.**_
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
as a kid, movies were my life,
dramas, comedies, documentaries,
miniature worlds of love and strife,
i sat down and glued
my eyes to the silver screen
to violence and blood
rich reds splashed on green;
as i late-night consumed
an Iraq war drama flick,
i heard history unwinding,
wrapping its tendrils to pick
apart my thoughts one by one
flashback frames spin
past bloodstained orbs,
Iraqi bullets beat a din
in my ear drum echo chambers;
shouts shatter constructed dreams
of innocence,
sweating nightmares, muffled screams
i remembered stray bullets
ridding the body of a wayward child
red inking my green sleeves
as i cradled him, he smiled
and told me his name.
i jolt back to reality
blood forcing muscles to lift pen
capturing the totality
of my anger in writing,
film forcing finger
to tilt stylus to modern papyrus
worried thoughts linger
finger on trigger,
as I write a review,
criticizing needless dredging
of the past, through
cheap, violent thrills
meant to entertain
jaded eyes unfamiliar
with foreign terrain
my fingers move
pressing down with no direction
i transcribe his name
ink soaking a predetermined selection
of grooves, his name
echoes from the past:
Rahim.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
Love is quiet
Love happens off-screen
Love is beneath the sheets,
Underneath
The ink-stained leaf that bears our grief
Love is the songbirds singing sorrow
So serene
Love is a message
Trapped up in a bottle
Floating
Alone
Preserving today’s thoughts
For another tomorrow
Love isn’t owned
Love is this poem
Just in this moment I don’t feel so alone
Love is an ember
That follows the wind
The spark of an essence
We entomb deep within
Love is some technicolor dream
Love is the streets,
And Radio Rahim
Love is a tether
Between our trust,
And the inevitability
Of falling short of forever
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 12:48 PM UTC
It's not your fault
That you are born as a daughter.
Whether the whole world shouts
that being a daughter is curse.
Don't mind them.
They restrain conservative thoughts.
It's not their piece of cake
to understand what a blessing it is,
to hold a little fairy in their arms.
Don't worry that their is no one
to whom you should narrate your story.
Remember little fairy,
You have ALLAH
who belongs to you.
Tell your stories; he will listen.
Have faith in him,
he will make your life easier.
If it's not getting easy but difficult
then remember
he is the one who created you.
He knows best than anyone.
Who are you to question
that it's your fault,
that you are born as a daughter?.
He is the one who has written your fate,
whose known as Al-Rahman and Al-Rahim.
He is the sculpture of word " Justice ",
So how he can do injustice with you?
as giving you a body of women?..
Being born as a daughter is not your fault,
but considering yourself weak
in a feminine body
is your fault, little fairy.
Don't you remember;
when ALLAH is happy
he bestowed the couple
a token of strength
in the form of you; a little fairy.
You belong to that linkage
who was born strong,
who live strong.
So, how can be your birth
as a daughter can be fault?.
Don't suppress your strength
under the conservative talks of other.
Dogs just bark, that's their duty.
So, let them bark.
Release your soul from the chains of society.
Ask guidance from your Lord,
as he is waiting to answer your call.
A feminine body is the strength
that your body holds.
So, everyday go on a journey
to see the secrets hidden in your soul.
The warmness of tears that you will shed
when you endure the pain,
believe me little fairy it's worth it.
So, don't say it's your fault
that you are born as a daughter.
Cause their's no precious gift
which is given to you by your lord
as being a women.
Women's are the symbol of " Patience".
So, little fairy wait, have faith
and endure.
It's not a curse but a blessing,
keep it in your mind
little lost soul.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
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vigill,
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
Her last kiss
Before that deep in the ear she asks,
"Will you remember"
Her whispers drenched my heart at a density of 1.4g/cm3, that freezes my soul at -13°c and shattered my spines as an izrael rdx..
In a low tone,
Frightened one, and in a worry some state..
This lips said
"I will"
Actually I didn't said that only though it was what I intend to..
with her lips almost 0cm at my ear ,
I felt a whole body abnormal mode vibration that eventually interrupted my nerves systems ending up causing a shock at medulla and so a reflex action which moved my lips to utter...
"And I won't ever forget"..
The words curved her face, giving out a smile which moved my head towards hers,,,
While looking at those bright eyes, I was approaching her tender lips such to a distance that I was feeling her heavy deep breath..
She then grabbed me tight while pinching my back and at 1mm faces distance she loudly said..
RAHIM WAKE UP, its already 5 o'clock in the morning...
Enough with your noisy dreams, you will be late for school
rahim mkali
@moe smile
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC