Man Dhanmbu Tifli

The roughness of the brown bark of a tree,

My tongue clones to the touch,

To any, anguish it would be,

Thirsts choke, its tight clutch,

Then my father, to set me free,

Joined me to the enemy, to plea,

That is when He cried out

 “man dhanmbu tifli”

I lay on the hands of the appointee,

As he my father rests his case,

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A Dove Struck

This is a piece I wrote tonight on the night that Imam Ali was struck....

Grief, so heavy, dwells in the air,

As if a cloak of sadness it too wears,

It is as though every gush is not a breeze,

Instead, it is sorrow, gushing with such ease,

For in this night there is no trouble,

To break hearts down, into nothing but rubble.

Black, so empty, yet comes with nothing but eyes full,

Regardless of it being cotton, silk, or even wool,

The lovers of Ali tonight are drenched in tears... Continue

The Government of the Heart

I seem to be lost and alone,
I stand here all on my own,
True guidance, a concept I haven't known,
The right a light for me hasn't shown,
And on these days I weep and mourn,
Yet hope in me is firmly sown,
So AlAjal AlAjal I weep and I moan....

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My Identity

As the martydom of Sayeda Zainab is upon us, I realised...

"Through Zainab I learned how to hold my dignity, Through Zainab I learned the worth of my Identity"  

One Dominating Name

A poem written about Imam Ali. It is basically place on my mind as a world of its own.
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As the sun sets and as it resigns to another domain,

So do I, into the narrows of my mind where I do not reign,

In this world of mine there is only one dominating name,

The name of Ali on every, street, every corner, again and again.

I navigate through this world and its streets during rush hour,

I see there is written, on a billboard, on a never ending tower,

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