Smile endearingly like Al Mustafa
Brighter than an iridescent star
Rise celestially like Isa
Transcending corporeal fever
Conjure mystic snakes like Musa
Which devour the pull of Lucifer
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I’d Rather Go To Medina
I’d rather go to Medina
Than go to Hollywood
In Medina, there’s no Oscars
Or shining halls of fame
Instead there’s awe with Mustafa
And prayers at Qiblatain
Continue readingSimorgh At Islamabad Arrivals
In Islamabad arrivals, a great hullabaloo arose, like a volcano erupting. Hundreds of tired and disgruntled travellers crowded the luggage belts, struggling to catch sight of their possessions, like a flock of herons, frantically searching the water for fish. Faces scowled; babies wailed; ladies sat back, fanning themselves with their scarves. It had been two hours; their luggage had failed to arrive and, to make matters worse, the luggage of the next arrivals was beginning to appear instead.
“What the hell is this!” yelled a large, moustachioed fellow, in a rich, white salwar qameez. The officials, in blue uniforms, continued to play dumb, expressing platitudes: “we have some technical difficulties… One of the computers has malfunctioned, but it will be fixed, and your luggage will be here soon.”
Reading Reading!
Chorus
Reading, reading
Reading gives a feeling
Reading makes your life
So wonderful and pleasing
Reading, reading
Reading gives a feeling
Reading makes your life
So wonderful and pleasing
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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
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!
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!
The Illegal Lover
He fled from Aleppo
From the snipers and war
His mother and father
They perished before
Never Again, They Said
Never again, will it happen, they said
Never again, will the Nazis purge, they said
Never again, will the children of Israel grieve, they said
Never again will we sit by
While they use their poisoned words, they said
While they call them vermin, rats and traitors, they said
While they spread their hate and theories, they said
About their faith and about their intentions, they said
While they say the Jews are treacherous, they said
While they prepare the ground for the gassings and rapes
While their poison works through the public’s veins, they said
While their headlines and stories purvey the hate, they said
While their propaganda blinds the masses, they said
Never again will such hatred breed, they said