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The Destruction of Abu Jahl: The Battle of Badr

The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold… The Destruction of Sennacherib: Lord Byron
The hordes of Quraysh, like a dust storm, arose
And their cohorts were cursing and lining in rows
And the sheen of their spears like the candles that burn
In the idols of Makkah which stand taciturn
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Like the palms in the desert when oases are fresh
The army stood furnished; for battle well-dressed
Like the grains in the desert which scatter and fall
That host in the noon light retreated forlorn
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For the Angels of Justice, with three fighting winds
Of a thousand combatants, cruelty to rescind
And the eyes of these angels came down on Quraysh
Some stricken with horror and fear in disgrace
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And woe to Walid and Shaybah and Utba
Vanquished by Ali, Ubaydah and Hamza
And there lay the pharaoh, the staunch Abu Jahl
Abdullah, the reader, beheaded him well
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And there lay the pebbles, which flew at Quraysh
When Ahmed recited: impaired be their faces!
This army from Makkah quashed by the unseen
A thousand were crushed by three hundred thirteen
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And the widow of Jahl; despaired and bewailed
And the idols of Makkah unsteady and frail
And the might of Quraysh; severed deep by the sword;
Had melted like sunset, by Mustafa’s Lord
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Allahumma Salli wa sallim wa baarik alaiyhi wa alaa aalihi wa sahbihi wa sallim
Hamra The Jinn

Hamra the Jinn, the scourge of men and women in the night!
If you have been an evil one, she has you in her sights!
She wears a chador darker than a plummeting black hole
Her eyes are redder than the churning rocks and burning coals
Her fangs are sharper than the canine teeth within a wolf
Her nails are firmer than the claws of Grendel from Beowulf
Her face more mesmerising than the princesses of old
Her voice can pacify the weak, and terrify the trolls
She haunts the night, and sniffs the air for all the evil ones
The dealers and the pimps and all the violent, lazy bums
The nasty hags; the cold, conniving, calculating queens
The older ones who trap the young in incidents obscene
Hamra the Jinn; she always wins, no one can shirk her chase
The darkest soul cannot conceive she’s there before his face
From Kanadhar, to Zanzibar, to Cairo and Tehran
From London, Paris, Marrakesh, to Dakar and Amman
She rides the winds; she skims the seas; she roams the spinning earth
She lurks in all the corners where she finds the people worst
One day she lit upon a human trafficker from Prague
Who liked to beat the women he had hidden in his yard;
The cries of these afflicted souls echoed in Hamra’s ears
They drew her, like a tiger drawn by scent of grazing deer
She watched as this monstrosity tormented these women
And then she wrapped him in her chador for his ugly sins
She drained him drier than the hay that feeds the hungry horse
When Hamra had finished with him, he was a walking corpse
Another job, she heard the sobs from flats in Tel Aviv
A woman liked to burn her son to put herself at ease
And one night, after deceiving police, with gloating pride,
She went to bed, and turned to see Hamra was by her side
The eyes blood red filled her with dread; the woman lost her nerve
Confessing all her nastiness; a sentence she would serve
Another time an operator of the killer drones
Was sniggering because his bombs had wiped out mountain homes
And when he strolled the streets alone, deep in the folding night
He came upon her hungry eyes which pierced him with a fright
No sleep would cast upon his eyes except he saw her face
Digging into his inner core; his life had lost its taste
Hamra the jinn, she always wins, no one can shirk her chase
But when she sees a kind person, she gives a warm embrace
The wife-beaters, the child-beaters, now inwardly implore
For mercy from the sight of Hamra slipping through their doors
So, here’s a warning for us all, when we’re about to rage
On individuals weaker, or are vulnerable in age
Remember that the cries for help will summon Hamra’s eyes
To you she may remain unseen, although materialised
She’ll work on you; she’ll shadow you; she’ll make your living hell
So, think about this carefully and those with whom you dwell…
Hamra the Jinn, the scourge of men and women in the night!
If you have been an evil one, she has you in her sights!
The Eternal Marifah

Hayy! Hayy! The Marifah!
When the lights they reveal what you really are
Hayy! Hayy! The Marifah!
When the secrets are near but you’re searching far
Hayy! Hayy! The Marifah!
His Eternal Marifah!
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Jon was a don and a superstar
Who was rich and revered and so popular,
But the worldly success it had left the scars
From the chars of the Mardi gras
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So, he sought for a cure in the lands afar
For the emptiness from the caviar
But he ended up in a boulevard
On the coasts of Zanzibar
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Serving on a stall, in the street bazaar
Stood a dervish youth from the isle Pemba
Jon was drawn to him with his heart’s radar
And he told him of his scars:
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“I need some reprieve for my ailing heart
It is subsiding like a collapsar
All my luxuries they are avatars
Save me from my deep gula!”
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The dervish arose like a rising shah
With a gleam in his mien like a shining star
And he spoke with a voice like a rare nectar
With his eyes, piercing pulsars:
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“The cravings of life are an abattoir
Which slaughter the souls in a pink boudoir!
Only One can repair, with His Marifah!
Closer than your jugular!
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“Hayy! Hayy! The Marifah!
When you bow to the One, it will soothe your scars
Hayy! Hayy! The Marifah!
When you’re close to the One who knows who you are
Hayy! Hayy! The Marifah!
His Eternal Marifah!”
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“Hayy! Hayy! The Marifah!
When the lights they reveal what you really are
Hayy! Hayy! The Marifah!
When the secrets are near but you’re searching far
Hayy! Hayy! The Marifah!
His Eternal Marifah!”
Notes:
Hayy! Hayy!- Arabic- alive- a reference to the divine name: Al Hayy- The Living One- some recite the name to draw closer to Allah Most High
Marifah- Arabic- knowledge (of God- mystical closeness to the Divine Reality)
Gula- Latin- gluttony, greed- one of the seven deadly sins
The Mirror and the Dust
A wayward speck of dust settled on my mirror
A trifle, so it seemed, I left it untouched
Then some flecks piled on this particle
Engrossed in otherness, I left them to reside
But when I next regarded the reflection
I found it laden, littered, sullied and soiled
And whilst I strained to scrub it all aside
A glut of sludge plastered my looking glass
My mirror now became a breeding ground
For parasites casting a turbid mound
Then I wept a deluge of regret
It washed away the grunge and stinking mess
And light shone through the glass, which made me smile
But then a speck settled, after a while…
We Are The Siyasatdan! (Politicians)

We are the Siyasatdan!
We act really shareef
We are a mirror of your votes
We trade in your belief
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We are the Siyasatdan!
The funny thing is this
You need us for governance
We need you to exist.
Continue readingMACBETH ZUBAYR
Cash is king.

This short story is loosely based on the plot and characters of William Shakespeare’s, Macbeth.
Parental advisory- this story explores adult themes and contains horror.
“Masha Allah Bro!”
After bursting into Sarfraz’s room, Zubayr and Abbas marvelled at the sight before them. Sarfraz sat piously, white skullcap wrapped around his head, a guidebook to Muslim prayers in his hand.
“I guess you won’t be coming out…” Zubayr began.
Sarfraz looked up from his book. He was reading prayers the Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him, said to ward off evil spirits and Satan himself. He now glanced at his friends’ immaculately presented, tight, designer jeans, polo tops and gelled hair: “Depends what you mean by out.”
Continue readingThe Curious Case of Javed the Islamist and John of MI5

Javed was a dire Islamist
John lurked in M15
Javed sought to infiltrate
John haunted the Muslim sides
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Javed went unto the pubs
Smoking pot and girls
But he stirred an evil plot
To shock the infidel world
Continue readingThe Sun Rises
‘The night comes in / Like some cool river’ Richard Thompson
The Sun rises
In my grieving heart
And now the Light
Soothes all the pain
Feel the daylight
Embracing the grief
Of the world, which turn us insane
The Sun rises
And now my heart breathes
And the Love
Is all that I see
Deeper than blood
Which runs through the veins
And the fears fade into the Light
The Sun rises
Sheening all my dreams
With a gold
That glows eternally
Even if foes
From hidden angles
Besiege my heart
The Light shelters me
Peace eternal
And flowing blessings
On the one
The Sun of the hearts
And upon his
Blessed companions
And his kin
The bearers of the Light
Natural Mystic
There’s a natural mystic blowing through the air. Bob Marley
There’s a natural mystic glow in the unseen
And to feel it quaff the goblet of tawheed
You can feel it in Malcolm
In his mesmerising smile
In the trials that he suffered
In his righteousness and style
I don’t tell no lie
There’s a natural mystic deep reality
And to taste it, love the Only Deity
Feel the warmth of Ali’s fire
Grasp the rain of his words
In the ring, the unsurpassable
In the hearts, he turns alive
I don’t tell no lie
There’s a natural mystic shimmering finesse
If you purge the self, you’ll feel its dear caress
Like the gracious Mother Khadijah
The pearl of New York
In the beauty of her service
In the deepness of her eyes
Can’t keep them down
There’s natural mystic, blowing through the air
Notes:
Personalities referred to in the poem:
Malcolm X
Muhammad Ali
Mother Khadijah
Bob Marley
May Allah illuminate their secrets and teach us beneficial lessons through their lives, ameen
I found out about Mother Khadijah from the link below:https://sapelosquare.com/…/profile-mother-khadijah-faisal/
Rosaline’s Song
O Romeo; O Romeo
Wherefore art thou smitten?
Drained in the net of Juliet
Before I was thy kitten
O Romeo; O Romeo
I haven’t said wherefore
I curbed your siege of loving terms
And let love with you brawl
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