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68: Al-Qalam (The Pen) - القلم 

​​Husband Trumpet

The day my Father dies:

The earth will stop moving,

My blood will turn to ice,

The ice will catch on fire,

The flames will burn down paradise gates,

The angels will bring their dancing bells,

The birds of the universe will gather round,

The cries of Earth's babies will sing the choir,

And I will gaze upon the river,

Wishing my Beloved were standing there.




To Be Real

A real poet does not seek recognition

A real lover does not seek satisfaction

A real believer does not make her own decisions

So judge me if you will

I am just trying to be real.





I write because if I didn't write,
I wouldn't be able to breathe.

I share because if I didn't share,
My chest might explode.

I love because if I didn't love,
I would be worthless.

28 Jumada al-Awal 1428

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