Will the kings ever rise above a cumulonimbus cloud And speak some sense to the sky that covers their land? Or has the knowledge been removed from the crowd To teach us that once upon a time we were a grain of sand? Will the kings ever meet the commoners for a cup of tea And become an image of true nobility that does not decay? Or has nobility formed soldiers to mix blood with the sea To teach a supposedly sick society how to humbly betray? Will the kings ever show their true loving fatherly face And form a pact with us who hold them so dearly? Or have they started fearing our knowledge and race To never teach us our own magnificent history so clearly? Sunday, 05 th of July 2015
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
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
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