Majlis e Muslimeen

  Miscellenous Memoirs- A Jannesaery's Jounrey From this tourney starts man's journey... Journal he may, thoughts of grandeur & greatness, Yet only in humility lies this epiphany, a minion to he whose is ultimate dominion... Does man think himself self-sufficient? His profiteering ever so proficient? Verily, his is a matter most defiled and deficient... I'd be over the days of deliverance ever reminiscent... When this faith's bud just blossomed as a new moon's nightly crescent... These knightly men's fasting by light and prayering by night gave forth from enshrouding darkness a piercing sight! How had we ever, these ways of valor, lost; and for such meager a cost... Yet I still see glimmers of an essence, perhaps to signal an end in this long lapse in luminescence... These scales of rigour sequester men of vigour... Not tongues vulgar, nor deeds dying and leger... Where be those astute arms, the sight of whom shayateen greeted by ringing alarms...

  Tunnels of Torment Traversing memory lane's tunnel feels like falling through a funnel... This peg now on its last leg, she oft leaves her claustrophobic kennel... Would I in my duties fail or faulter? Now high on haunting hallucinations, they rob my every joy and laughter... These voices reverberate, longings to my lifeline separate... Forsaking myself, I now lay ever despondently desperate... 

                                                Bilad Ash-Sham My country of Ash-Sham lies in shambles.. Scrapped away by those astray, he  scrambles .. For power and politics in eloquent rhetorics.. Verily! Himself, a pitiful self, he entangles! Strung for those he stung, once vicious now viscerous entrails, how treachery entails! These are no mumbles of a man, eccentric.. But truths darting centuries, their testimonies only in cradles & cemeteries.. We'd pretend, "our lives shall extend!" Yet even he who'd hedonism command, could not commend! Him should you befriend? This trust you lend only to be reciprocated by treachery, how a  tragic end!  So who could or rather would on that day lend? You be blinded by thy lusts & passions, heartless compassions & flaunting fashions! What though of he who fashions? Fashioned man into the best of s...

     Jets over Jerusalem Part-1 بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم  O' People of Rabat, harken to hear a story most dear, of Al-Quds' Ribat... Whilst the clever consequentialist checks off his never ending list, His prayer poised without flare, only hypocrisy's flair... Verily, their speech most measured, elated & eloquent yet how so unfair!  Hell's herder only takes these flocks, their hearts in locks, to lecher & lust's lair.... Their silencing muzzle leave the land of Quds to rivers of blood, guzzle.... These times forecast a vast overcast, its dark shades... The truth how rarely spoken, we'd now need hearing-aids! To these widows' wades! O' their wailing wades! Burrow beneath this sorrow, find ye seeds to survive these weeds, this night's new 'morrow! Men of an upright spine, it's prolific marrow! Their foreheads dusted yet destined to shine! An arrow away from firdaus, to dance and dine! These are the souls of salvation, Ahle Quds; ...