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No Peace by Farhat Zahra Kassam-Pyarali

As we look around today,
There is no peace and tranquility sadly to say.
Be it palestine, iraq or any neighbouring state,
Bloodshed,devastation and war has become their fate.
The situation of these poor nations has resulted to being helpless in their own soil,
For the powerful authorities, is this justice or its all about the oil?
9/11 was a big turnover for the world as many lives were lost and till date remembered,
What about the millions that lose their lives everyday and yet not heard?!
A bombing in an upper state gives rise to “terrorism”
Whilst an attack on these innocent lives means”fight against terrorism”
And who today stands up for these tortured souls when we are so busy living our best,
We are so involved in ourselves that it doesnt matter what happens to the rest
Is this the attitude we will stand with when “the saviour of mankind” rises?
Let us raise our hands and pray that justice prevails and ends these deadly crises.

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As Holy Ramadhan ends…

Approaching near are the last blessed nights
Have I finished with my nafs fights?
Am I pure from violation of others’ rights?
Or am I still entangled in my woeful plights?

More than two third of the blessed month has slipped by
To reform myself in these days did I try?
Did I take advices or told friends upon me not to pry?
Did I perform all the recommended or was I too shy?

Why does my heart feel heavy with guilt and pain?
Have I wasted too much of my time in vain?
O Allah, then shower upon me the Mercy rain
Free me from all these wordly knots and chains

I got entangled in the worldly glamour
And got addicted to the colourful flavor
I forgot the goal in life, My Supreme Creator
And everything else other than Him began to matter

My Imam calls the world the sneezing of a goat
But in that filthy sea I love to sail my boat
O Lord, against myself I dug up a deep moat
Oh! There is an unswallowable lump in my throat
Allah, can I still turn back to you and say sorry?
Or will You say, every year it’s the same story?
Why don’t I repent in such a manner?
That I will never need repentance another?

O Allah, wrap me up in Your Mercy so Divine
But for that you have drawn a line so fine
I have to turn to friends & acquaintances of mine
And say sorry to them first to get Mercy of Thine

Dear friend, my hand to you do I sincerely extend
Forive me please, as the journey is without end
In wronging others, time I will not spend
Try my best, I will, to get away from that trend

Forgiveness to others is a Divine trait
In acquiring it let us not be late
Only pure souls shall enter the Holy domain
Others have wasted their lives in pure vain

As I click the mouse and send to you this mail
I seek your forgiveness without fail
Then only in the ocean of Allah’s love can I sail
With the Aarifeen who have left behind a trail

by anonymous

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Muslim by Nouri Sardar

I’m Muslim and no-one can deny for me that title
Nor can it all the worship I carry out belittle
This, to those who tell me what I believe, my rebuttal
And of an oath toward my beliefs, but a renewal

* * *

I believe in the Lord and to him is no division
Nor can he be multiplied or attributes be given
He who cannot be described by the words of a poem
Neither will do justice to Him a heart in submission

* * *

And in the seal of the Prophets my soul testified
His words embedded as gold within my own heart abide
To each tongue that stands and tells me this saint you have denied
Live in your arrogance whilst I take this saint as my pride

From a heart strung in purity I’ve built all my moral
Mohammed and this heart I remember with each quarrel
Toward morals that want to learn he’s the holy grail
The key to success behind every successful tale

* * *

The crown on my head is the peak of very eloquence
The letters of his name, Ali, welded very patience
For years men study him and yet shrouded is his essence
Whilst we live his lovers and are orphans in his absence

He who taught me ‘speech’ is silver but golden is ‘silent’
And with this speech is shaped to be wise and self-dependant
I learned to drag tragedy in chains by being patient
Whilst men sleep forgotten by time, Ali stands defiant

* * *

The pearl of my heart is the mistress of every woman
A school of lessons and morals toward those who listen
She who taught that a woman’s voice, though it remains hidden
Can level mountains and kingdoms when it fights oppression

She taught me though a woman should be treated like a rose
Beneath its petals lies her valour that streams in her woes
A woman’s voice is embedded in all even her foes
Like a woman’s name from her husband’s heart never goes

* * *

Full of beauty the Master of the youth of Paradise
Even Muhammad’s heart this Hassan’s beauty would entice
Beauty in his hunger, when morsels of food would suffice
So that the poor would be given all that he’d sacrifice

From him I learnt to even at the face of despair smile
To comfort your enemy when he throws on you a trial
To let a clean and loving heart meet with one that is vile
And to forgive one its sins when it walks down death’s aisle

* * *

With the Master of martyrs my very heart-beat aligned
And every path possible to me, toward him I signed
A heart that is not understood by the greatest of minds
An undying flame that can’t be explained nor be defined

He who with his blood upon dust taught every uprising
The voice of the oppressed does not die with the sun rising
Neither does truth falter when for its soul you are fighting
Fighting with your words or with the pen with which you’re writing

* * *

Ali Sajjad the spiritual upliftment of my prayer
Moulded my mind’s perception of my Lord, made it aware
He who shivered before prostration, before he would share
The deepest fears of his heart’s beyond with his Creator

From this surviving son, the prince of all those who prostrate
I learnt that prayer is the factor to every final fate
Words that shape our moral let alone open Heaven’s gate
Prayers that in beings both humility and love create

* * *

Take my hand and let me show you the splitter of knowledge
The fifth of a line of princes, yet where is his coverage?
Ignored is Baqir whilst to unaware he’s leverage
Toward your wounds of ignorance O’ Shia a bandage

From him I learnt knowledge in each soul is a prime factor
It differs between the prestigious and other numbers
Whilst our people are divided into camps and sectors
To each secluded camp I say Baqir is my scholar

* * *

To the truthful the Lord guided this once ungrateful fool
So I kiss the tears of the hand that built that very school
Imam Sadiq, the truthful, each word he spoke was a tool
To craft a university, with God’s word as its rule

I was blessed to study in this school, a minor student
To be called a Shia make’s life worth each precious moment
And what a school, that crowns kings those who are obedient
He who serves this Household unlike any other servant

* * *

And then my eye turns to the companion of a jail
Who held onto hope even when it held to no avail
Even when patience was not a word and weaved in brail
Kathom rewrote the word patience in intimate detail

And from him I learnt that when despite being imprisoned
The ability to worship, one is still conditioned
And when life as a jail the believer has envisioned
His heart and his soul daily for worship has petitioned

* * *

I walk across deserts to find the strangest of strangers
Devoid of his family and living amongst dangers
A stranger in a strange land our Imam Ridha wanders
Whilst taunts this king, silent whispers of a thousand murders

Yet from the syllables of his name I learnt to be pleased
Even when every blessing toward me my Lord has ceased
Even when for whatever reasons I am mocked and teased
Even when between my hands my own heart sits torn and deceased

* * *

From the youth that is Jawad the overly generous
He who taught to give away what to you is most precious
Despite that against him were crimes oppressive, atrocious
He smiled in the face of tragedy, thankful and gracious

As I stand on the final edge of the age of my youth
He taught me each day I age must bring me closer to truth
Whether it’s the adam of my apple or the wisdom in my tooth
I’ve no excuse to not know God with every inch of growth

* * *

I paint to you the defining moment of oppression
When Hadi’s shrine around him in twisted wreck is ridden
They proved their aim is not to guard their view of religion
But to burn love and memory of Fatima’s children

But it does not matter, as his name means the one who guides
And his lovers still flock to him like the sea’s very tides
It’s beyond the title Shia, it’s beyond taking sides
It’s the never extinguishing love that in us abides

* * *

And that is why our beloved Imam Askeri they killed
Because it burns them that within his Shia he’s instilled
To the extent that we would obey whatever he’d willed
It eats them that with his murder, with grief the hearts are filled

It eats them that our children, the hearts of our eyes we name
If it’s a girl Fatima, a boy Hassan or Hussain
That we let the love of Ali flow through their very veins
That we teach them Zainab’s patience, before they know the sky rains

* * *

Our prayer since Zainab with Hussain’s severed head confided
Since Abbas to not quench his thirst before Hussain decided
Since a three-pronged arrow in the baby’s neck abided
O’ Lord return to us Mehdi the guided

He who’d instil in this world justice and prosperity
And remove all memory of any calamity
Heed cries of the oppressed when their cries were once profanity
Give the mind intellect when it knew but insanity

And when from the smoke of death and cries you see him rising
Know that justice embodied has begun his uprising
His mission, from morality he’d be exercising
Of stability to an unstable world comprising

* * *

This is the Household that from strings of Heaven have been thread
When the first is Muhammad and the last is Muhammad
Hearts captured by their trance as their teachings continue to spread
As this Household of gold over the world becomes widespread

I’m Shi3i, and no-one can tell me what I should have believed
Because they don’t know about the names that in my heart are weaved
How can it be that by love of this house one is deceived?
When my heart beats their obedience with every breathe I’ve breathed

* * *

Karbala/London – 19/02/11

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Worlds Apart by Nouri Sardar

Worlds apart I search for the road from me to you O’ Hussain

What veils and what worlds exist between myself and Hussain?
Can one who the heart has stolen… be worlds apart from his servant?

* * *

He who wanders the world of love… I stand alone at this world’s end
My eye searches for your figure… so to your wounds I can attend
And yet still worlds apart I stand… even if worlds your love transcends
I wish when you stood there alone… my hand to you I could extend
Is it fair that I can’t soothe you… yet to all of my wounds you tend?
I wish when swords upon you preyed… that my Master I could defend

I stand on the edge of one world crying out your name, Hussain
And my tears that drip down reshape to write your name O’ Hussain
Can he who’s love destroys reason… be worlds apart from his servant?

* * *

Is it fair that time can stand still… when I’m entranced by your mention
Yet it won’t go back centuries… to days of your tribulation
Is it fair that you come to me… in each hopeless situation
But I cannot return to you… when left you there a whole nation
And you stood there amongst the dead… in your eyes but death’s reflection
Drawn in your eye the tears that saw… on Hussain the world’s desertion

Tell me how the eye that sees this notices me O’ Hussain?
How does the man that walks with death seek life in me O’ Hussain?
Can he who his love times strengthen… be worlds apart from his servant?

* * *

Though time draws us further apart… fires in me you’ve created
So when my mind recalls your day… I feel your pain on me weighted
I see your day as clear as day… within my eye illustrated
I weep upon my hand my tears… tears and images they’ve painted
As clear as I can see this hand… on it with horrors I’m greeted
I see fire chase tent to tent… and how your daughters are treated

No it’s not just your eye that saw these tragedies O’ Hussain
Millions witness your day and weep beside you O’ Hussain
Can he who gives men his vision… be worlds apart from his servant?

* * *

I live in dreams with such deep love… some dreams all I see is beauty
Others, my heart stops in its tracks… and my eyes see calamity
They see the sun on the sky perched… as it taunts young tongues so thirsty
They see arrows thirsty for blood… and swords see death as a bounty
Indeed I’m taunted by your love… it can shape the heart as mighty
Yet it can tear that heart apart …and I break down, a man empty

What love that gives the heart joy, yet makes the eye weep for Hussain
And yet both in smiles and cries all it calls for is Hussain
Can the cause of such emotion… be worlds apart from his servant?

* * *

When veils between worlds are lifted… will you hear me cry out your name?
Will you search for the voice that calls… for its beloved and burning flame
Will your forget that your suffering… a soul for this voice it became
So that each time it sought good deeds… your message it longed to enflame
Will you recall those who served you… is that not why to us you came?
O’ he who needs servants, please know… my need for you is just the same

When we are judged will you hear the voice that cries out O’ Hussain?
What is judgement if we are not rescued by you O’ Hussain?
Can he who holds such a burden… be worlds apart from his servant?

* * *

London – 24/10/11

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Possessions by Sadia Batool Zaidi

May I please take along,
The coffee mug from Rome I got,
And the perfume, expensive one,
The movie star which had endorsed?

The paintings all original ones,
Shipped in especially from New York,
The Diamond Studded wallet too,
that set the whole family talk.

The chocolates, finest from England,
The watch, exclusive from Japan,
My favourite novels and Cd’s,
The carpet brought in from Iran.

If not all these, at least my pride,
kindly allow me to carry,
Badgets, credits, certificates,
My prizes all and my trophies.

Gizmos,Gadgets that all envy,
The souvenirs I gathered on way,
On journeys made around the globe,
Will my world credit card work there?

What was that? Did you just say no?
but baggage for a trip must stay,
If its excess,at least a few,
Oh please, oh please, tell me I may.

“Your Journey is a Final One,
Your rules are those that are forbade,
Sorry, no baggage that you want,
Only Transactions that you made.

Transactions that would profit you,
Or ones which put you in Distress,
Your credits will multiply more,
But Debits any,will make less.

Please don’t take Dollars or Euros,
For they do not activate there,
Hope you’ve arranged our currency,
to make you happy all the way.

Good Deeds are the coins you will need,
Transactions of deeds that gave joy,
To your Lord, Parents and others,
In that World, deeds are your envoy.

It’s too late now to think of this,
You must go with me there indeed,
Possessions, yours, if any at all,
Are sent already, your good deeds.”

                                                           ——- Sadia Batool Zaidi

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