Go Back To Your Own Country! Poetry Recital At Oxford University Islamic Society, 2015
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Interview with MuslimView’s Masud Ahmed Khan
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The Flood (Parental Advisory- Adult Themes)
Becalmed, the wide rubber raft floated aimlessly on the choppy waters, far from any sort of assistance. Huddled and shivering, refugees and migrants from a plethora of regions rubbed their hands and bodies. Mothers swaddled their children around their own meagre coats, while the irascible captain yelled and cursed at the steaming motor at the back. Holding his walkie-talkie close to his heart like a keepsake, he barked at his accomplices back in their base, demanding to know why his rescue boat had not arrived. Crackling voices responded, urging him to stay calm and wait.
“Hey, Mr Syria!” Yelled a young man, with deep dark skin like a killer whale and piercing eyes; the whiteness shone like the moon in the night. “We have some time. And we hear you can tell some stories….”
The Hafiz From Syhlet
Once there was a hafiz from Syhlet
Whose hidden devil made him a special bet
“My wager today
When you go to UK
All Quran in your heart, you’ll forget!”
What would Al Ghazali Say To Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas told us do not go gentle
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
But Al Ghazali said think not that death is death
Nay it is life
Be not afraid when death draws the night
The Mufti And His Night of Descent
It was the night of Isra and Mi’raaj
The night our Prophet travelled afar
To the glory of Masjid Al Aqsa
And then ascended beyond Al Muntaha
Punish A Muslim: Punish A Kaafir
Punish a Muslim!
Give em all a kick!
Coz we want Britain
To go back to British!
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The Hellish Train To Tunbridge Wells With The Mozlamic Infidels
Once, upon a hellish train
That my memory will never expel
I travelled down to Tunbridge Wells
With the Mozlamic infidels!
KICK ‘EM OUT FOR ENGERLAND!
Once there was an ex-Muslim
His name: Faheem Kazeem
He loved his England so so much
He yearned to serve the queen
On the streets and on the news
And in his party meetings
He’d have his fellows roaring out
And thousands with his Tweeting
Confessions Of A Phone Addict
Oh help me please, I’m an addict!
I’m suffering, all alone
It’s not some drugs or the cigarettes
I just can’t get off my phone!
An Ode To Nikki Haley
Nikki Haley, I’m your friend,
Coz you’re such a smarty!
Your policies, I will never offend
So can I come to your party?
I’d love to eat some Trumpy treats!
With Zionists so hearty!
I just ordered a confederate flag
So can I come to your party?
I’d love to sit with piles of wit
Like you and Netanyahu
And see if you can pronounce the names of
Honduras, Palau and Togo.
You kicked ass in the UN
You cussed them like a yardie
One hundred and twenty-eight lost out
Coz they can’t come to your party!
Don’t worry I won’t shame you up
Or refer to you as Nimrata
I’ll hang upon your every word
Like Geeta, you’re my Rama!
Hanging out with you and Trump
It’s like being on safari!
Your policies I can not offend
Let me come to your party!!!
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