Poetry and Short Stories
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Seven nufus were on the loose
One day from Ramadan
They met in Sousse for some couscous
Before the maghrib azaan.
Oh Allah send Your prayers and peace upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of pearls of sweat on al buraq
Which cascaded as the sage ascended him
By the number of prayers the rider invoked
And the flutters of wings of his companions
By the number of sand stones at Al Aqsa
Which intoned his praise as he dismounted
By the number of Prophets that humbly stood
As the chosen one led with equilibrium
And the number of contours in the rock
And the streams of wind as the travellers took off
By the number of times the wise one was hailed
By each Prophet as the levels he scaled
And the number of shimmering branches on Al Muntaha
Ad infinitum they communed Lover and Beloved
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Keep them barrels rolling
Keep countries invading
RAW OIL!
Dear Saddam, Bashar and Muammar,
I’ve drifted back from tomorrow
To tell you what will be
There’s still time to make things right
There’s still time to turn around
Before your worlds will plummet
Into the raging sewers of hell.
“I want to see the prophet!”
Proclaimed a little girl,
“I want to look upon his face,
The mercy of the worlds.”
“You’ve told me all the stories,”
She told her dear parents,
“But still I can not see his face
I’m feeling disenchanted!”
“Where did you get that word from?”
Replied the dad, impressed,
“I do not even use that word
Myself I must confess!”
A New Yorker called Donald Trump
With Latinos and Muslims, he had the hump!
For him all the Latinos were a bunch of druggies
And Muslims were a national security worry.
He’d flick his quiff and pick and sniff
While screaming firebrand speeches
The Muslims angered him so much
He’d go all pink like peaches!
Dear Young Men of Baghdadi’s fiefdom,
Is Allah pleased?
When you fire upon civilians
When you shoot cowering women in the temple
Is Allah pleased?
When you blow up your own bodies
And your limbs lie upon the limbs of a young child
Is Allah with you?
When you kidnap young women
And use and abuse them for your own lusts
Does Allah approve of you?
When you deal in oil and drugs,
When you buy your stuff from gangsters and from thugs
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Dear Purveyors of Western Freedom,
When you lay waste to Arab cities,
Is this for freedom and equality?
When you ignore millions of dissenters
Is this for freedom and equality?
When you sell and manufacture chemical bombs,
Is this for freedom and equality?
When you create heaven in your lands
But sow discord and conjure hell elsewhere
Is this for freedom and equality?
When you oscillate between who is your ally and who is your terrorist
Is this for the sake of freedom and equality?
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