Ramadan Poem | Day 3: Moderate The Fast-Things by Zulikha Idris Babalola
The scars of the sores when we fall in love The clash of the rides when we get on the fast tracks The vigor we…
The scars of the sores when we fall in love The clash of the rides when we get on the fast tracks The vigor we…
The Story of a Bad Day Here comes the wake up call Dreamy eyes shot up to work Tick tock.. The time is in a…
Three Slaves and Time The night has been doomed with words. The day has been wounded, and pains. First Slave: the stillest hour as lay…
As for the lunar month We sniff and smear Await time Burning Like the darkness of the night This is for the sacred days We…
BEFORE THE APPEARANCE OF DAWN Here, and then, he can still Hear the lunar screams Cleansing out of the soul The ashes and aches That…
Tell me how to live Tell me what it is like to live Without Words that make up the earth Without Awe or astonishment That…
Eid Mubaarak(1st of Shawwal,1440AH) At the beginning, the mouths split with the strength of the wind and carries moist of evil talks At the beginning,…
To write about now is to tell you that right about now, in the front corners of the world, women have become a plaything… Used…
The souls have started wearing Raiments of repentance Chanting heavily The Chronicles of forgiveness When the border of trials Clenches you at your fist Worries…
Last time, it was a farewell message Followed in a suit of cleansed hearts Flapping wings around the moon It has gone; now it is…