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Categories:
jihad, allah,
Form: Naat
Jihad
It is an hour past midnight; the children lie asleep,
Her body aches from labor, her heart buried deep.
Beneath the stars, she crawls through metal and barbed wire,
Her jihad is survival, her spirit will not tire.
No guns, no bombs, no planes in the sky,
Her fight is love, her will to try.
In the folds of her hijab, unseen by the world,
Lives a warrior’s heart, a banner unfurled.
Not the Taliban’s vengeance, nor a soldier’s might,
Her battle is quiet, fought each night.
To feed her children, to mend her home,
Through darkness and danger, she silently roams.
She moves on her knees, her elbows scraped raw,
Dodging the soldiers, evading their law.
Her hands bring the bread; her soul bears the strain,
A life filled with struggle, yet she won’t complain.
If she returns tonight, she’s a hero, a light,
A ghazi, a jihadi, a symbol of might.
But should she fall to a soldier’s aim,
Her name becomes sacred, eternal her flame.
Her jihad is love, her weapon her grace,
In life or in death, she’s won her place.
In heaven or earth, she will rise,
A mother, a warrior, beneath God’s skies.
Categories:
jihad, mother,
Form: Political Verse
In a world gone mad
where rape and murder
in the name of love and peace
get the unquestioning support
of the freedom loving press
and college campus crowd
social justice jihad
attains the level
of a church indulgence
get out of jail free card
for the willful ignorance
of good intentions
we all know
only lead to hell
(10/18/23)
Categories:
jihad, anger, society,
Form: Narrative
Lord
What we only did
To the Native Indian
The Aboriginal
To the Jew
The Armenian
“Just wars”
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
I come not to bring peace
So pick up your sword to kill
The truce of God
Shalt not be
No; here
In this holy war
Jihad
Lord
Master of Peace
Creator of life
Death has come
Categories:
jihad, abuse, angst, anxiety,
Form: Narrative
'True Jihad's a holy war, a hope for 'Better World,'
And not just 'tour de force' that aims to see 'your' flag unfurled,
Not party’s bribe, or prison camp where you incarcerate
Those peaceful souls whose inner dreams don't rise to take your bait.
It’s war because dark dragons live in regions like man's heart,
And if you’d join this battle, then one's soul is where to start.
True Jihad is fake if you'd require that others change,
For ‘Holy War’ can never dream of violence down range.
The only change acceptable is when it is a gift
That others bring in gratitude who hope the world to lift
To newer heights of brotherhood, not seeking selfish gain,
Rejecting any path that forces others through more pain.
True Jihad’s a Holy War whose battleground’s your heart,
Discomfiture’s a sacrament, ‘the horse before the cart!’
Humility lies in your doubts, suggests that you’re on track
Of righteousness! A man who’d be a vintner weeds out slack!
Investors that you’re seeking think to look at more than wine
For those who make best partners share your search for the “True Vine!”
Brian Johnston
May 13, 2018
Categories:
jihad, war,
Form: Rhyme
JIHAD
daughter of slaughter reason for my laughter,
the cornerstone of my happy ever after.
daughter of slaughter hope for the better.
my chest was once kingdom of scars,
ribs were battlefield for emotional wars.
you wrapped me around your skin as if you waited to detonate
i exploded from within the fire in me told me this is fate,
my palms searched for your flesh every time pain grew
having butterflies in my belly is something new.
your body movements for blowing winds
Orion's belt to figure you when my mind spins,
things like walk in park are a dream come through
with wounds from my past this feeling is something true.
daughter of slaughter,i am a dust of a man
emotions spring out of my body like dreams of a pen.
the frequencies around your smile still make me wave with hi and lows
your hellos made me see your four halos.
if love comes in form of broken skeleton
daughter of slaughter you are the frame that keeps me whole
by:Tshediso Seroki
Categories:
jihad, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Jihad means struggle
In Islam most of the times
It refers to holy war
Jihad is the defense of Islam
If there was no Jihad
There would be no Islam
Jihad is obligatory for those
Who are driven away
From their motherland forcibly
Moreover
Jihad becomes obligatory
If the unbelievers wage War
Against the Muslims
Without any provocation
From the latter
However
Jihad is not obligatory
For the sick, women and children
Killing of innocent unbelievers
Is not supported by Islam
Thanks to Islam’s motto of peace
Categories:
jihad, inspirational, peace, religion, visionary,
Form: Free verse
When darkness falls and is complete,
and phantoms tread on ghostly feet,
the final judgement is complete,
see mortal man admit defeat.
The sins of many bear the weight,
and bar the doors of heaven's gate,
now men who lived in fear and hate,
prepare to face their hellish fate.
For those who bomb and kill and maim,
and say they act in their God's name,
will hang their heads in abject shame,
and only have themselves to blame.
Thou shalt not kill is God's first law,
to injure one condemns us all,
God made each creature, great and small,
and He DOES see each sparrow fall.
©Danielle White
Categories:
jihad, death, people, war
Form: Rhyme
Replete with devout unwavering resolve,
Their hostile campaign is meant to involve
Those who refuse to adopt what they believe,
So they murder and maim in hopes to achieve
An ill perceived utopian society,
Based on their notion of Holy propriety
And from ornate towers the Imams sing,
As Satan laughing, spreads his wings.
Categories:
jihad, death, introspection, social,
Form: Rhyme