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,
