Married at 24
Yes, they both was

Two kids by 25
Yes, they did

Years passed
Children grew up

Than came a divorce

For whatever reasons?

Separation came and life begins to change.

He finds a new love
She 27 and he's 43
and soon  new life is created

The reproducer started fathering once more.

Oh, this story holds truth
Constantly we see the proof.

Kids from the first relation might adapt.
Except many won't or refused too

Which is some of the headaches reproducers creates

But we see this more and more
When the reproducers loves to give and give of his spermful self

THE ARAB PAGANS
                     MATLOOB BOKHARI

The Arab pagans  were plunged in the depth of ignorance,
Barbarism;  adored idols, lived in unchaste life,
Ate  dead bodies,  disregarded every feeling of humanity,
Allah raised among them a man,  honest, and pure ;
Who called them to  Oneness of God , forbade idol worship.  
Enjoined them to speak truth, be faithful, merciful .
Muhammad taught them rights of  neighbors ; kith and kin:
Forbade them to speak evil of women, or to eat orphans’ stuff.  
Ordered them to flee from the vices, and to abstain from evil.
Offer prayers, render alms,  observe fast and respect elders.
  The Arab pagans rose against him to cease his preaching.
Muhammad with a bloodied face, a busted lip, a broken tooth prayed for them
When they mutilated Hamza’s corpse; burnt off his nose ;  cut off his ears;
Muhammad, the messenger of peace and love, forgiving prayed for the pagans
But the shadow  of  the dark clouds of hate totally eclipsed the moon of love
The Arab pagans ruthlessly massacred the whole family of Muhammad
Hussain ,picking up the body of his young son, an image of Muhammad,prayed:
Praise be to Allah Who is the hearer of prayers and warders off anguishes
Hussain, gathering pieces of the dead body of his nephew trampled by horses , prayed
O Allah! The All-gentle, the All aware! I willingly desire for You and testify Your Lordship!
Hussain, burrying  his six month martyr with his own hand in the sand of Karbala, prayed
Praise be to Allah Who is raiser of ranks and suppressor of tyrants
Hussain  standing on  shifting sand-dunes of Kerbala , smeared with blood. of Abbas, prayed
O All-merciful, O All-beneficent. !All glory be to You! Verily Originator and Reproducer
The grandson of Prophet Muhammad ,left all alone, called  for help
But the pagans threw his headless body  on  the plains of Karbala
Leaving Prophet’s daughters in   raging flames of tents, they celebrated victory
O God Who gladdens the hearts that mourn, dries the eyes that weep
I cannot write the whole story of love and hate,  My heart cries! My pen  bleeds!
Matloob, sky and stars weep upon such sacrifices, angels bow, they don’t die in vain!
Every soul shall  have a taste of death:  We test you by evil and by good by way of trial!
Praise be to Allah ,Hearer of prayers! From God we come, and unto Him is our return.













Jan G. A good poetic account of  the history of Islam. Another Hussein might be required to correct once again what came of the Islamic Republic. Oppression loves to speak in the name of liberation it once embraced. - See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poems/by/matloob#sthash.iCoJzCfi.dpuf



RAJ NANDY: To take an universal view I must say, that let religion not come in the way of love and peace! It has been for the Wise to show us the way, banish ignorance and bring forth light always! True faith is love and as the greatest binding force that shall remain! Thanks for sharing, -Raj



Rick Ratliff : I am  a Christian  and moved greatly by this  powerful read


Rev. Donny Doom – Thanks  for this thought provoking read!


Nikluss 6: An excellent story!!
is it from the Koran????
PEACE MATLOOB!!!!



tarobinson - What a great poem . Wonderfully told . RESPECTFULLY TOLD .




    Hussain was supported by Christians too in Karbala
    

Kyle Wittman - Title / intro is: It certainly sparked my attention.


My favorite line is: The last line.

It's a great read! I do love the imagery.






Dark Iris : Such a beautiful  truth! I  Like it.

due to a lack of talent
in the writing sphere
a plagiarist will see fit
to pinch other poet's gear

brilliance not present
on the nib of the pen
hence a copyist will purloin
every now and then

a rich source of poetry
is tapped into online
as if robbing the golden nuggets
from a Colorado mine

their coda reads like
this let's nick a stanza
stowing the best *****
for a thieving bonanza

without any conscience
the reproducer does steal
making much of other's works
which are so ideal

Never understood
How to write a full
Sentence,

But did figure out
How to put down
Random silly syllables
In just a  minute,

Never figured out
How to play the flute,

But i did learn how
To pick fruit,

Caught a cricket
Never understood
The game cricket,

To my dearest
Never meant to make you
Cry or break your spirit...

That was my younger self,
I've grown and have learned
New ways to carry myself,


I know you'll never rest your
Eyes on this...

This being a poem i wrote
Well
More typed on my phone

While you was in the back
Of my dome,

I know I'll never aton
For the actions i have sewn,

Just know my shoes
I walked in
holding your hands

I've out grown,

I have became a different
man,

I'm sorry for not telling you
That ever time i looked
In your eyes i drowned,
They where so blue they
would remind a pirate
Why he loves the ocean,

That Sunday nothing
but loud lust moaning
this Sunday nothing
but silence,

I do regret the
choices I have chosen,

I'll end it there

For my memories
found a way
through the catacombs,

But my bowman took them
Out thank goodness,

He who took the shoot
Shall be my
yeoman,

Honor killed the Shogun

Snowman left in the snow
Was abandoned,

Young girls heart was stolen,

So much stress took a
Nap fell asleep on
the cushion,

I'm living the life of a

foreigner,

Cant understand no one
Working for a dollar
Selling my so called freedom,

Thinking of home..

Falling in love with a woman
Often,

Fortune lady try to tell me my fortune i said
" no thanks for you
can not tell me my own future"

If you did it would
just be a rumor,

Woke up late cause the
Cougar killed the rooster,

Didn't see it so i guess that
Makes me the accuser,

Gotta find it put her in
The scope and remover,

But if a shark did it
I guess I'll have to harpooner,

Get blood on my carpet
I'll have to shampooer,

Either way I'll have to
**** the evildoer,

But probably offer her
A job and interviewer,

Fall in love and Honeymooner,

Find a cloning factory and
reproducer,

But i got a better manoeuvre,

I'll go to church
and scream Hallelujah,

Hopefully that'll be one
Step closer to get the doors
To heaven to open,

Dose this count as a poem??