The Effect of The Golden Dome

The thoughts that crossed my mind as I stood in front of the Holy Shrine of I.Ali, the nucleus of Najaf al Ashraf. I fear I cannot do it eve a fraction of justice but this is just a mere atom in the lovers of Ali bleeding her emotion into words...

A breeze brushes against my face, far from bleak,

A drop of water, trickles down my cheek,

A rhythm in my chest accelerates faster and faster, to its peak,

A breath struggles to leave, my lungs fall weak,

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I Am Every Hopeless Nation

A dedication to all the oppressed, hurt and treated unjustly... Youare not forgotten.

When you see everything around you,

And what the world has now come to,

Does it not hurt or sting?

The struggle of your fellow beings.

In this time of injustices increase,

I am every lone beast.

I am every innocent prisoner, the ones who have no listener.

I am every torn and broken home,... Continue

I Call Him Mahdi

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A Crown Tall

Dedicated to: The most loving, caring, sacrificing and BEAUTIFUL  mother, My mother, Sabira Kermali.

Love you Mom. Distance is just miles, miles my love travels day and night. <3 

The gentle touch that calms a storm,

The strong cement that build a home,

The weight of this, words fail to confirm,

It is a power with the ability to transform,

Motherhoods embrace ever so warm.

The steady hands, the world they mold,

The steel exterior, but interior…pure gold,

The capacity of this...

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Justice's Essence

In these times of tribulation, lonely souls cry to one soul who can free them.  Ya Mahdi Adrikna

The Mother of her Sons No More (Umm Al Banin)

A lioness lost her young,

A mother lost her sons,

“Mother of her sons no more”

Faatima said amidst ache and sorrow.

She wished for a sooner informer,

Of the news that absolutely tore her,

The fall of Abbas... more

The Tree of Abbas

A dedication to the mother of the warrior in Kerbala, Abbas.

What is womb which bore Abbas?

What is that chest that soothed Abbas?

What is that embrace that composed Abbas?

What is that heart, filled with, love of Abbas?

What is that grip that held his hands?

Those same hands... Read more

The Constant

A constant of Stares follow,

The look of covering the wide and narrow.

With every step, every room,

Every ride, looks of gloom,

As if they worry they will meet their doom.

A constant of judgments follow,

They think I cause sorrow.

Those loyal to me I only swear to protect,

Yet too many from me... more