Category: Verse & Prose
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Exhale
Breathe. Gather the winds and make them plead, Bring cirrus, stratus, and nimbus into thee, Breathe. Until thy lungs are ruptured and sore, Stoke the fire in thy belly, make it roar, Breathe. And leave no room for doubt, Breathe with certainty inside and out, And bring the heavens to a halt in one clean…
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A Ballad for the Beloved, the Moon
Wander along the trail of submission, oh child of grief and loss.There you shall find what you seek most dear,engaged in remembering the Beloved: The Moon,who rose amongst the desert tribes,bathing the Arabian peninsula.The creation rejoiced as his light transpired,enveloped with the wisdom in Hira. Yet evil endures in the hearts of men,when the Self…
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The Brothers Barbarossa
“Have at thee, Crusader scum!” he roared, slashing violently at his foe with an abdominal strike. “Die, villain!” spat the other as he parried the attack.
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A Night at Topkapi Palace
The skies were stricken with a cacophony of arresting fiery hues growing brighter at the horizon’s edge. It was like watching a comet frozen in place as it scaled the heavens with a lingering trail of warm light. The whole court glared eagerly at the sun that refused to set and make way for the quenching cobalt…
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A Prayer is a Blessing for the Heart
A prayer is a blessing for the heart; Produces joy and jolly, Protects from foolish folly, A never-ending growing gift from God. A prayer is a blessing for the heart, A sprout of strengthened faith with spreading parts.
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A Slumbering Sojourn Toward the City of Lights
I stand alone, on the edge of an abandoned campground, stupefied by the sight of ashes once bright. Shrouded in sheets of iron and shackles of pyrite, imprisonment has led to an all-consuming ache that has since seeped into the rivulets of my palms.
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Tomorrow
“The world is but three days: As for yesterday, it has vanished. As for tomorrow, you may never see it. As for today, it is yours, so work on it.” – Imam Hasan Al Basri Tomorrow is a traitor full of deceit, who promises the hopeful an epitaph sweet, it swears that our troubles can…
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Prayers from the Pious
All Praise belongs to You, My Lord, Most High, O’ One with Whom is Majesty refined, O’ One with Whom belongs Honor and Light As such befits the Glory of Your Face And Great Your limitless Exalted Grace.
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I Wandered Stray Throughout The Land…
I wandered stray throughout the land And raced across the burning sand My mind had sought to seek the sight That strips the veil of darkened night
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