When the winds are whistling slow Tunes of merry because Ramzaan is on the go Prayers so high and spirits so low After all, the month of mercy had almost made you a pro! The hangover of Layltul Qadr is still in the air And the dawn is still milky after leaving of angels so …
Yesternight of Shawwal – A poem by Zarafshan Shiraz Read More »
While I stress over my problems with my hair turning grey, My heart is at ease, for Allah’s help is just a prayer away. As I mourned over my painful defeats and sorrowings, I battled them believing, “..surely Allah has power over all things.” .. .. When drenched in financial distress and constant insecurity, Qur’an …
As my sins went on increasing, The noor on my face got decreasing, I wondered what could be the reason? The junk? Water? Sleep? Or the changing season? Got all cleanser, lotions and pack, Drained all my wealth on Lakme, Loreal and Mac. No use! Nor I became fair, nor lovely! then I read; sins …
Terrorism is bad; should be dealt with an iron hand, The rhetoric sounded like some divine reprimand. And soon after, In the premises of those gold-ornate halls, The king of the empire sought to confront the brawl And hence the macabre plot was laid down, ‘War on Terror’– he screeched, with a fanciful frown. Somebody …
Propelling in darkness, tripping over stones, falling through horizons, scarred in my soul. Crucifying the myth of happiness in existence of fate, investing my conscience into hands which are frail. Banging my head on walls which never yield, Anything but blood, a forgotten misery. Who shall I love? Where must I repent? Talking of an …
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