Last night I dreamt of a pale person, Sweating, running away hysterically, There was some sort of smoke behind, Vague but hazardous shadows lurking. In the dream I saw his torn clothes, And the rush of blood of a fresh wound, Collapsed on the earth of this woodland, No sense of life! And the shadows retreated in utmost joy. Thursday, 18 th of September 2014
Age with infamous Time and a bit of coincidence, Led to the twisted establishment of rare people, Soon to become in moralities: identical, forgetful, In imaging techniques: extraordinary, deplorable, In personality: questions and absolute confusions, Many whom I have walked past; none have I met, And so I be, a person shaped into another being, These long-lasting writing have almost tricked me, No further will I generate a personality out of me, Personifying a personification I found on the streets, If so be it, me - an individual of you, quite homeless. Sunday, 19th of June 2011
To resurrect a Muslim is to guide him, Both in words and actions, back to the salaf, In case I have been misunderstood, Read the Qur'an and the Hadeeth, Then judge me accordingly. There are many analysts out there, Each with different mentality, But all agree that world events Have a religious component. We can communicate in English for eternity, But change comes from Arabic, Tall trees may fall but deep roots stay together, In unity we may be fruitful! There was a time when we were heroes! There was a time when you had an excuse to follow us! Tuesday, 8 th of January 2013
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