Tasneef

Lonely people sit and listen to their favourite music- solitude. The rhythm of silence is broken by the clinking of ceramic against cutlery and coffee cups, Earphones to guard themselves in case anyone interrupts The ritual from lips to saucer, saucer to lips, ups and downs, and downs and ups. The air gently perfumed with the last few drops of an exhausted espresso machine, No iron in such irony, of ground down people sipping brews of ground up beans. Eyes glazed with flashes of Facebook feed, Instagram, and tweets, Cracking brief smiles at memes they've already seen, and YouTube stars they'll never meet. So here we sit complacently, knowin

No specimen more clearly defined for me the word champion, I saw him run the race of life like a majestic, untamed stallion. He ran on mudded tracks, chased by adoring children who muddied their feet by following him barefoot because he bought hope for those who were too crushed to afford shoes, who ran on “Ali bomaye” charisma because they were too poor to use food. No flattery could buy his morals, no punishment could make wrong right, When iron bars were offered up, he would choose to stay and fight. A champion who carried knockout fists as weapons, but would not be flown in as a weapon, When the finger pointed at a tar

Who says that sages are lost to me? While I taste the sage within my tea. We fear to sail wisdom's ancient sea but I sit upon my ship silently. My settings need not to radiate for what is a lamp will illuminate. Reflection of vision clarifies my sight, So I need not stare at the sun for its light. How do we see the gems of life? When so engaged within the strife. When pushed so hard we cannot stand and gaze upon the sea and sand. It is not a place I have not seen, Nor a drug that makes me feel serene, Nor the tea I drink, whether black or green But it is a way I have not been. I retreat from wrestling worldly stress and build against my h

Leave the thinking to the thinkers though we all have minds, Leave everything you thought and think far behind. Leave the learning to the students though we all have time, Leave the use of words of poets so they make them rhyme. In case those words did not express my points properly I'd like to make a case against our cognitive dichotomy such as the redundant question of science versus theology To lead us to the end of all intellectual odyssey. Answers all around to kill our curiosity, as if the Universe is concise enough to fit inside a glossary but never should I ask beyond what alphabets can offer me and thought beyond our given scope is

On the media there is a pantomime of intellectual paradigms Submerging in this sludge and slime telling us to "get with the times". This supposed democracy has now become a mockery of ideological robbery for academic monotony Aiming to create an intellectual colony To exploit and monopolise a cultural economy. With Hollywood and romanticism came the mandate of monogamy not allowing questions which are asked from anthropology labeling such endeavors as symptoms of misogyny as if to say objectification had occured most improbably thus censoring our ideas so they can brainwash our progeny regressing to a time that had executed Socrates, ridicu

"Are you Muslim first or are you British first?" Well, are you an Arsenal fan first or a Christian first?" "But why are you asking me this question while we converse?" So that your seperate questions may atlast disperse. "What do you mean disperse? Are you British first or Muslim first?" How can you grasp the answer if you have not heard- That the logic of your question is truly absurd. My duty to my God does not contradict- My citizenship which you conflict. Rather I am told to "keep the contract"- Of peace and that's a scriptural fact, By his prophetic example we extract- To enter a land we should offer a pact, Of not only peac

Let the rivers of blood run crimson red, My heart wont hear a word unsaid, by he with beauty up to his head, who tasted not luxurious bread, Yet people of virtue were whom he'd lead, and caused sweet justice to be spread, and died with honour in his own bed. His words and face were yet so handsome, May my mother for him be a ransom. Who had teeth which gleamed as white as pearls, With shining locks and silky curls, Who was a mercy for the worlds. Shattered was I when I knew he died, by his tradition shall I abide, may peace be upon him far and wide, In the highest rank of paradise may he reside, with myself to serve him by his

I tried to share my home but became homeless, I tried to save lives but lost mine, I am Palestine.