Islam.
You are
the last born,
favored by God.
You call Him
Allah.
Some whisper,
that God
in reverse
becomes
Dog.
You are
not merely
a religion.
You are
a way
of life.
In the
seventh century,
you were born.
Christianity
and Judaism
are your
elder brothers.
Not
your enemies.
Christianity
has grown old.
You,
Islam,
are the youth.
May you
reach
the world,
not through
violence,
but through
peace.
Through love.
You are
no longer
a child.
More than
1.9 billion
people
follow you.
Great
is your
responsibility
upon
your shoulders.
When I walk
the streets
of Europe
and America,
many
young men
and women
knock
upon
your door.
Whether
Sunni
or Shia,
you were born
from
the same
womb.
Some
will hate
you.
Others
will love
you.
May your
moral values
be cherished.
May they
be honored.
Islam,
the world
now watches
you.
Lead
with wisdom.
Lead
with mercy.
For in
the mosque,
the faithful
proclaim,
"Allahu Akbar."
God
is the
Greatest.
Take your pick
Jihadi attack on a synagogue here
A college campus, or night club there
Or maybe even a spontaneous bombing
Of an organized protest about the very threat
Such a bombing so clearly proves.
Each day you have your pick,
Freedom of speech you might say
Now morphed into freedom of murder,
Each of us free to choose
Where we come down
In the endless war on terror.
(3/12/26)
Compassion for evil
Is hatred for the good
And yet people clamor for unity
With heads buried
In the sand
As day after day
Wave after wave
Washes over
Leaving bodies
Broken, bloodied and bruised
With all life taken
In its rising tide
And ever hateful wake
(12/18/25)
Born in a time all are at their most divided,
A young lady eventually for herself decided
To live life pursuing all religions which guided
All humans in ways in which Truth resided.
She found love first in one who is farsighted,
Yet he is shortsighted due to a strict religion.
He held a distance, so this love had ended,
He was also too lenient about his every sin.
She then went with one who is so atheistic,
Yet he often took what she did for granted.
She found his attitude became so apathetic,
So she left what once made her enchanted.
She finally found one who truly understands
What the cycles of eternity truly mean.
They see how in all lives, they held hands,
"He's just right," as he crowns her his queen.
Erzurum is lock of Islam estate
May Protector take care of Erzurum
Erzurum is border of believer community
May Protector take care of Erzurum
Youngsters respect to older ones
Try to receive their prayers
Do obeisance to Ramadan's days
May Protector take care of Erzurum
Let their heart fill with inspiration of God
Let their society find the Merciful Lord
From grace of Erzurum i saw generosity
May Protector take care of Erzurum
Written by Alvarli Efe
Translation Onur Ünlü
Islam, like poison, seeping in
Takes over lands it sets thy foot
Resist and fight this evil jinn
Else find yourself be underfoot
November 7, 2025
Every Companion is a star at the sky of that Prophet
Every tradition of him is post of heavens and the earth
To be his ummah is the holiest of dignities
Full of lessons each of his nights and mornings
Behind him left his marks on the path of paradise
Next to him Abu Bakr whereas Omar is at left resides
More than thousands carried that blessed starboard
Some stabbed a sword and some spread the holy word
It was a destinty that this case will reach to day of wrath
What he recited was compassion and guidance
What he ruled was complete justice
When wanted he wouldn't reject, he was the most generous
He didn't leave neither gold nor silver
To the mankind Quran was his inheritance
Silent prayers swallowed by fear
Behind cold walls and guarded gates
Voices crushed beneath heavy boots
Lives erased in whispered hate.
Families torn, dreams confined
Faith hunted like a fading flame
Eyes that plead for freedom’s light
Caught in endless pain.
The world watches, silent, still
As hope flickers, barely alive
But their spirit, though battered
Refuses ever to die.
There is talk of peace..Yet Much conflict goes on' where are the drainstream media.? When such bad things in islam are
Going on.' Is there only one prisim? Through which the world can be viewed..I answer no.' As the false dawn of the
Insitu; behemoths is cut away.' a sad fractured reality
Comes now into our view.'
A Tale of Greed and Redemption
His eyes, sharp as daggers, seek endless gain,
Never satisfied, his greed he must sustain.
Gold and silver shimmer in his fevered dream,
But in the quiet night, he hears a hollow scream.
He crucified Isa, now a stain in his wake,
Broke every bond, more gold he must take.
The sparkle in his eyes, dulled by endless need,
An enemy of mankind, lost to bitter greed.
Palestinian land in ruin, its halls as cold as stone,
Echos of the Nakba of exiled life lived all alone.
No laughter fills the rooms, no warmth upon the hearth,
Zionists have stolen joy; their wealth had voided mirth.
Cursed by god, surrounded by treasures piled high,
But not a single tear, nor a kind farewell goodbye.
For greed had been his master, and wealth his only friend,
A lesson learned too late, at a lonely journey’s end.
So let this be a tale, a cautionary rhyme,
Of a soul consumed by greed, and wasted time.
Read the blessed Quran, where true wealth does unfold,
Accepting Islam, offers treasures greater than gold.
You will see heaven and earth roll up as a scroll
You will read the Word, written in twigs and rocks
You will hear the scroll of the Word quake as light sets
You will feel starlight pearl bracelets, engraved in gold
You will wear white garments made of moonlight silk
You will taste gnosis fruit before you taste night’s death
You will breathe the Garden of Glory, here and now
You will smell its grapevines in and out of you
You will live in Heaven’s Green Garden, the New Earth
International faith
Identical for your thought
Idolatry rejected
Surrender to God
Submit high morality
Safety to your heart
Light in the darkness
Largess liberality
Last justice lawful
All peoples message
Ably ablution to pray
A generous soul
Magnify all you
Mainly to balance your soul
Maintain your spirit
Acrostic Senryu's.
Every sleepless night comes with that thought,
The itching feeling in my heart it has brought,
Where are the rest of them sleeping?,
Days without food, their hunger creeping.
My food and water feel like a choke,
My tears get stuck, my heart is broke,
The thought hits like a bomb in my head,
How will I face my Lord when I'm dead.
When He asks why I was blind,
To the suffering and pain of His mankind,
How could I be comfortable when hands were cut?
How could I be so callous and left it to rot?
The children screaming for help,
How could I ignore their helpless yelp,
Can I sleep peacefully with what they've lost?
How can I claim to be righteous at all cost?
How will I make it up to them,
Say we are one, we are brethren,
How can I call myself their kin,
When I betrayed them and stayed within?
I did nothing to help, I did not move,
I did not stop Israel from their cruel groove,
How do I live with the guilt and shame,
The price of my silence is now my name.
Jewish, Hindu, ,Catholic, C of E,
Muslim, Pagan, Sikh, which should I be.
If it's a matter of faith I don't really care,
It's whichever brings me comfort as I sit in my chair.
All of them aim to do nothing but good,
So I'll take a mixture and just live as I should.
In the blessed month of Ramadan,
We fast and pray to purify our soul,
But sometimes we forget the purpose,
And indulge in sins we shouldn't at all.
We think it's Satan tempting us,
But in truth, it's our own desire,
We're so used to these sinful acts,
That we forget they're a spiritual fire.
We starve ourselves all day long,
But we don't truly fast in our heart,
We continue to do what we're told not to,
And from our faith, we drift apart.
What's the point of all this struggle,
If we don't repent and turn back to Him?
We need to remind ourselves of our purpose,
And let our hearts be filled with faith again.
Let's use this holy month to reflect,
On the sins that we commit in our life,
And strive to become better Muslims,
To please Allah and avoid all strife.
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