Name Islamic Poems

Sarah is my name


Hi, I'm Sarah and this is the story of how my name came to be,
But also, how the meaning of my name...

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These weathered hands -
rusted relics
embellished in the
patina of time’s
restless passage

These sinister
metallic arms march
forward, akin to
Third Reich battalions
stomping on
Parisian fabric
with leather boots
hand stitched
in the name of
totalitarian...

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With the weight of wondrous wealth and worship
neatly nestled in her corporal cavity
unexpectedly, this eager expecting dame
lifting her humble hand in search of clarity
seeps through...

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I uncover my blackened face  
My frail hands trembling 
As I fervently seek the remedy  

I have nothing except morsels of supplication ...

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I am a foolish firefly 
Falling in love with the feeling of being burnt alive by your aura 

I kneel in prostration 
Below your feet...

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Exquisiteness of Mufti Abdul Qawi
Mufti Abdul Qawi is the name of peace.
Mufti Abdul Qawi is the name of Love.
Mufti Abdul Qawi is the name of...

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If you had created me for the pleasure of man, why create me at all?
For there seems no sense in giving me desire or love.
If...

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. for public domain

I read my way up to Abraham
and I stopped for a long while to think,
"I wish I could have met him,
to talk...

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I’m at my piano like Mercury

Trying to write a grand sweet song

It’s already painted in the windows

I’m copying off the stars

Don’t give up on us...

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O’Great Nations of the West,
To you I pen my loving best,
A Warning for all Military,
Leviathan that Dragon waits for thee,

When thou thought all is well,
Plotted...

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Cyrus...

President of the country, 
not like any that came before. 
Or... Like any that will follow. 
Standing in the gap between the flood, 
and the...

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The Storm of Ages

I was given a taste of something... sweet. 
Innocence reborn a new, 
I... am... born... again. 

While some celebrate, 
others cringe and...

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Planning Better

The goal line is high, 
and it will take most of my life, 
to climb to the top. 
That is okay, 
as an objective...

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Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud,...

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When Freedom Grows Cold
(not a nice poem)

One day the dogs will not bark. 
I/we will not be ready, 
as they will have failed...
to do all...

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