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Muslim or British? "Are you Muslim first or are you British first?"Muslim or British? by ~Tasneef
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
Mercy to the worlds Let the rivers of blood run crimson red,Mercy to the worlds by ~Tasneef
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
The Howling of the Jinn Of terrible beauty that severedThe Howling of the Jinn by ~Jasmshyd
love from from the vigilant womb,
I stormed through tired years
under the glare of a sinister moon,
suckling on the Jinn's fruitful breasts
to yield my blades that sever and stain
without an act of passion that
shall not attribute to her name;
consorting themes of ominous laps
in Corinthian sips of red wine
as my mind weighs heavy with
fears and the stigma that is time,
drunk with subservient haram
sprung from the fountain of life,
serrated sin born from love
chaos and the supernal scythe;
I embraced my nocturnal call like
two impassive lovers at their death
as restriction is bled from my neck
Sta.sh
