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Mind Virus: Are We Muslimeen or Muslim Mean?
Why are Muslims attacking each other on every platform? So much distrust, drama, trauma, disturbance. Everyone seems to think they’re right and everyone else is wrong, Constantly exposing, refuting, inspecting, rejecting, deflecting, spying, denying, lying, opining on that which they do not know and that’s just the so-called scholars and callers. Get to those who…
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Damaged Goods
She was invited but impolitely declined. No matter. She shall hear of it and smile. She didn’t know how to be there in the early or late phase. I’d forgive her if she’d only ask. She is a stubborn one and has been off balance since she learned to walk. The whole time, she could…
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Vast Grasslands
I kiss the back of her hand. She has rough skin these days. She abuses those who only want to help. She isn’t meant to be a tyrrant. She has a heart as vast as the great Eurasian grasslands, home of the horse and braide bearing maidens. She doesn’t like nature enough to know what…
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Insufficient Hunger
He told me a story, the Shami. He didn’t speak to me before, but only hinted at it somehow. He told me about Mesopotamia, somewhere between copper country and Kuwait. But wait, were you born out in the mountains, only to go to the seashore? There are channels that must be explored as we’re learning.…
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Solar Storms
I love you still, somehow. I am unsure why at this point. How do you look in the mirror without smashing it with your fist? That would be an honest action at least. You who have forgotten the taste of truth on your tongue. I repeat my phrasings. I mix my metaphors freely. I cry…
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Digging to See Sunlight
The lessons we come to know are not always easy, and what I felt in my heart was unceasing. It pushed me onwards. I had to get to her, somehow. The satchel felt heavy, this message in time. “She shall know how to read it,” he said to himself as he sipped an herbal infusion by…
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Before “Before”
We have been reading and writing since before “before”. I didn’t used to see what you were saying, not because you lacked the words. I just couldn’t hear them. Since then, I’ve learned to listen. Lost some cognition, but somehow, i “know”. I had to lose it all to taste the truth on the…
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Fall Further
She says, “Do you see this?” “Look closely. Can you see it? No, closer.” He steps to the edge. She pushes him over. He falls into her heart. It is endless. There is no shoreline any longer. She surrounds him. Is this nibbana? She says, “Stay present and fall further”. He…
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Be Lost in Your Longing
I spoke to the old lady again. She told me, “don’t be sorry, be lost in your longing”. Sweat streams clear clays in ways only the hardest workers can muster, and water never felt as good as bathing in that cool brook by the old mill, with the reed covered ponds and a palette of…
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It Should Be Like This
I long to hold her and never let go. I have never touched her. She won’t let me see her face. I don’t mind. I listen to her voice in the darkness, a single small candle they share breathes in the same air and dances across the wax in its wonder. She speaks a language infused…