The wind my armour, the sky my shade.
The sea my rock ,the soil my blade.
The fear my fuel,the sound my food.
The rythm, my step, steel my blood.
My breath the lions roar.
My eyes, the past's reflection.
My key to deaths black door.
My soul awaiting Allah Taala correction.
My oath, my swear.
My smile through despair.
My fist a handful of hate.
My heart beckoning its fate.
The vibration of the call.
To stand up high or fall.
The shadows whisper pity as the mirror says it all.
1) If you do not go after what you want, you will never have it
2) If you don't ask, the answer will always be no.
3) If you do not step forward, you'll always be in the same place
no, go for it, what an excellent idea, and what a nice husband you have to encourage your literary interests, rather than than confine you to just making his beans on toast
My heart, so precious,
I won't trade for a hundred thousand souls.
Your one smile takes it for free.Rumi
no, go for it, what an excellent idea, and what a nice husband you have to encourage your literary interests, rather than than confine you to just making his beans on toast
As Salaam Alaykum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuhu to dear sister.
Loq!! We have been discussed about it on last night and I will writing the poems about my life during Ramadhan on this year and LI Forum as well! Don't worry I won't put the negative about LI Forum. Only positive things!
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