I’m almost 80 now. I have grandchildren. Old people talk too much. Maybe it’s a rule of nature. For me, my grandchildren are the listeners. They have so much curiosity which I too had in my early ages. That’s the difference of age 80 and age 8. One delivers and...
The world below the brine, Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play of light through the water, Dumb swimmers there...
Listen, O dearly beloved! I am the reality of the world, the centre of the circumference, I am the parts and the whole. I am the will established between Heaven and Earth, I have created perception in you only in order to be the object of my perception. If then...
Eye, a nervous system, holds an ocean The ocean of life, love, passion and emotion It’s a sky, big, pours drops of water Of sorrow, of joy, of fear and devotion. It’s a speaker, vocal, tells everything That minds and throats conceal Eyes are truthful, can’t devoid virtue Denotes what...
“Mom, brother just came home!”, Jahra yelled as loud as she could. “Jayed, where have you been, son? We were worried sick. Why is your phone turned off?”, Jayed’s mother exclaimed. She was extremely worried so was Jayed’s father and his younger sister Zahra. “Abdullah was calling me so I...
It was a bizarre drizzling day. The sun was hiding somewhere; like my mind was ushered by melancholy thoughts. How often does it rain on your birthday? I don’t know how to answer that. Thoughts start rounds of applause at the sheer wit of my utmost clueless blank notion. A...
Indeed, indeed, I cannot tell, Though I ponder on it well, Which were easier to state, All my love or all my hate. Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me When I say thou dost disgust me. O, I hate thee with a hate That would fain annihilate; Yet sometimes against...
The sky Is a suspended blue ocean. The stars are the fish That swim. The planets are the white whales I sometimes hitch a ride on, And the sun and all light Have forever fused themselves Into my heart and upon My skin. There is only one rule On this...
The Moon is the Earth’s satellite But it does not have its own light It reflects sun’s light So, it gives light at night. At night, you don’t have any light But you need to go other side On that time, moon reflects the light of the sun So you...
Pray to what earth does this sweet cold belong, Which asks no duties and no conscience? The moon goes up by leaps, her cheerful path In some far summer stratum of the sky, While stars with their cold shine bedot her way. The fields gleam mildly back upon the sky,...
The corner of the tavern is my altar, where I pray At dawn, the mantra of the Old Magi, I say. Fear not if the harp plays not at sun’s morning ascent My morning cry of repentance is the music I play. Thank God, free from beggars and kings, away,...
The irritating morning alarm disturbed my precious sleep but the seasonal rain boosted it up again. The sky was cold and grey and is very mysterious as if a dangerous storm was about to come and change the entire nature and me in some way. There is nothing better than...
Some people fleeing some other people. In some country under the sun and some clouds. They leave behind some of their everything, sown fields, some chickens, dogs, mirrors in which fire now sees itself reflected. On their backs are pitchers and bundles, the emptier, the heavier from one day to...
How did you get away? You were the pet falcon of an old woman. Did you hear the falcon-drum? You were a drunken songbird put in with owls. Did you smell the odor of a garden? You got tired of sour fermenting and left the tavern. You went like an...
“Okay, so perimeter is the border around anything, right, Abba?” Dana asked, still concentrated on the geometric figures spread in front of her. “Yes, princess. Can you tell me what area is?” “Umm…it’s like, the amount of space inside a shape.” Alam Haque ran a hand through his daughter’s thick...
A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, Cried out to God and murmured ‘gainst His Wrath, Because a sudden wind at twilight’s hush Had snapped her stem alone of all the bush. And God, Who hears both sun-dried dust and sun, Had pity, whispering to that luckless one, “Sister,...
‘Tis light makes colour visible: at night Red, greene, and russet vanish from thy sight. So to thee light by darness is made known: Since God hat none, He, seeing all, denies Himself eternally to mortal eyes. From the dark jungle as a tiger bright, Form from the viewless Spirit...
The sky is cloudy again, everything is so dark and grey. It’s just two in the afternoon yet it feels like a dark cold night. I knew the electricity would go off so I managed some candles and a match stick beforehand. I lit the candle and went to check...
Virtue runs before the muse And defies her skill, She is rapt, and doth refuse To wait a painter’s will. Star-adoring, occupied, Virtue cannot bend her, Just to please a poet’s pride, To parade her splendor. The bard must be with good intent No more his, but hers, Throw away...
Peace, Salma, and peace to those who halt awhile at al-Hima. It is right for one like me to greet you. Would it have hurt her to return the greeting? Ah, but a statuette goddess is beyond control. They left as night let its curtains down in folds. I told...
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