THE HIDDEN ONES DEBUT NOVEL

The_Hidden_Ones_Cover_for_Kindle (1)MY DEBUT NOVEL, THE HIDDEN ONES, IS NOW AVAILABLE

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PRINT EDITION COMING SOON.

A mystical, poignant and chilling tale about three hidden saints who have to face great adversity, danger and menace in the modern day.

NO FEAR IS UPON THEM, NOR DO THEY GRIEVE.

You can get My Debut Novel: The Hidden Ones. From Amazon.

 

Not My Business

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“So long as they don’t take the yam from my savouring mouth.” Niyi Osundare

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They firebombed the tomb of Al Rifai

All that remained was mounds of rubbles in piles,

But what business is it to me and to my ilk?

As long as they’ve purged the bida and shirk.

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Watch Out For The Mozlamics!

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Get indoors!

And lock em quick!

Watch out for the Mozlamics!

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First they’ll wrap yer in a burka!

Then they’ll make you eat samosa!

Their Sharon Law will make you sick!

Watch out for the Mozlamics!

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You Can Bomb Us

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You can bomb us from the land, the air and rolling sea!
You can bomb us while we sit at home with a cup of tea!
You can bomb us in the markets and in the dusty lanes!
You can bomb us on the sandy beach and promenade!
You can bomb us even if we are just little kids!
You can bomb us even if we’re old and invalids!
You can bomb our houses, bomb our schools and hospitals!
You can bomb our sheep, our goats, our tents and cute kittens!
We will build our homes, our schools, our parks, our roads again!
We will fill our markets, fill our shops and streets again!
We will grow our crops and feed our goats and sheep again!
We will shed a tear for those of us you killed again!
We will bury them in the searing earth and soil again!
We will live our lives in the flattened streets and dust again!
You can bomb us, maim us, starve us, leaving carcasses!
We will build and grow and thrive and gain our right, JUSTICE!

ISIS

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Incendiary

Stirring up

Impatient, insidious

Souls

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Before

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Before, I thought it all a hopeless mess

Imagined all a helpless cry of distress

Considered all a hapless guess

Rejected all a heartless process

Abandoned all, a homeless essence

Until I found it All a hidden blessing

Discovered All a hopeful beginning

Accepted All a history of genesis

Unveiled to All a heavenly gnosis

 

 

 

For Imam Al Hussain, Allah sanctify his secret

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The prince of truth and martyrdom,

Al Hussain Ibn Ali!

The prince of youth and cherubim,

Al Hussain Ibn Ali!

The denouncer of ignorance,

Al Hussain Ibn Ali!

The splendour of the Prophet’s glance,

Al Hussain Ibn Ali!

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Matrimonial

Advert taken from The Azali Times

Requirements:

Male or female

Young or old

Black or White

Rich or poor

Single or married

Divorced or disowned

Total submission needed

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I’m A Muslim Man In Britain

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I’m an alien, I’m a legal alien. Sting            

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This is what I think it means to be a British Muslim today, who was born and bred in England but hailed from immigrant parents. To have an eclectic medley of voices swirling around in your brain. Living and constantly shifting between different worlds, religions, languages, cultures, traditions and voices, all competing for some kind of hold on your identity, on your spirit, your will. All this baggage, mixed-loyalties, competing face masks and fashions stuffed into a short-lived life, which, for many of us, typically consists of home, school, mosque and holidays to Pakistan and the holy lands or whichever country you hail from.

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Salman The Green Of Syria

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Salman the Green of Syria

Roamed the streets in search of marifah

Missiles whizzed and whined above his head

Children hid and the skinny street dogs fled.

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