Muezzin Poems - Poems about Muezzin

...The wind is blowing, Blowing strong and boisterous It's the wind of change Tiffany truffles truncation. Gale winds bowing to the Prayer called by the Muezzin The wind gauge is fixated To th......Read the rest...

...THE AL-ANDALUS QUARTET: PART THREE GRANADA / KHARNATA 1492 AD / 897 AH I live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada with my beautiful sisters Albaicin and Sabikah The crown that I wear is al-hi......Read the rest...

...Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago) My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa And now this puny earthquak......Read the rest...

...When the wars of all nations fall quiet upon shells and shallow graves A mockingbird rises from ashes and spreads its wings into nuclear skies No muezzin left to spread angelic messages but a n......Read the rest...

...Bilal ibn Rabah (580–640 AD) also known as Bilal ibn Riyah, and ibn Rabah), was one of the most trusted and loyal Sahabah (companions) of the Islamic prophet Muhammad. He was born in Mecca and is con......Read the rest...

...Blasphemy Blatantly ephemeral or plain outright naughty and lustful Praying for beauty in the eye of beholding passionate Gods Angles and half dome shaped wishes curve balls and all ~ Those who......Read the rest...

...When tears dry up and laughter is not funny any longer As duvet feathers grind the weary soul to sunken skin The parchments dehydrated canvas folds the poet’s path A cliche strewn among the notion......Read the rest...

...Fate’s Footfalls Fatima climbed up the spiral Minaret’s stairwell a case of mathematical precision a fountain of courage One step at a time with geometric accuracy she counted the odds and......Read the rest...

...One thousand and one fluttering butterflies in one centre all flap their wings sharing ambrosia for my soul mate and I My......Read the rest...

...I’m not saying my father hated the English, God forbid. If he were still alive, he’d hate to hear me say that. He’d correct me right away and say he didn’t hate the English. Truth be told, he despise......Read the rest...

...The call of the muezzin, drifting over the wall, mixes with the odors of diesel, cooking oil, and humanity, as I watch a lone kite flying above low houses, a smear of red across dun colored hov......Read the rest...

...The glowing sun is just about set And I have a glass of wine in my hand A candle burns in a robust flame My beloved snuggles in my embrace, There’s a prospect of romance in the air-- And Mue......Read the rest...

...Black Iraqi Woman Written by Faleeha Hassan Translated from the Arabic by William Hutchins Shortly before my father died, he whispered to me longingly: “Daughter, treasure this, because it authent......Read the rest...

...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Ten Of late dying yellowing orange rays glint through the turret Where neither muezzin nor mullah bids the sun to set Lyceen lassies in threes swear by a gho......Read the rest...

...April 23rd, The seductive smoky weed descending from Kabiru swept through my nostril Cracky creepy shanties sneaking Pulsating stench sneering from gutters Churning and choky smoke oozing from the B......Read the rest...