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Fatime El-Masri Poem
Our Ancient Prophet
In a city of steel and glass, where neon signs blaze bright,
Our prophet (PBUH) walks among the shadows of the night.
His eyes hold ancient wisdom, his steps a timeless grace,
He moves through crowds unnoticed, a relic out of place.
In alleys dark, he whispers truths that echo through the years,
His voice a soothing balm for those with modern fears.
He speaks of love and kindness, of peace in troubled times,
His words like ancient verses, unfolding sacred rhymes.
He wears the garb of ages past, a robe of woven lore,
Yet in this age of chaos, his message is the core.
He sees the hearts of people, their struggles and strife,
He offers ancient solace in the turmoil of modern life.
Our prophet (PBUH) sees the future in the city lights,
A world of endless Jihad and ever-lasting fights.
He warns of greed and anger, of paths that lead to woe,
Yet offers hope and healing for Muslims who seek to know.
In markets bustling, in subways deep, he finds the weary souls,
He guides them with a gentle hand towards their hidden goals.
A bridge between the epochs, a whisper from the past,
He stands a timeless sentinel, his wisdom built to last.
Though time has tried to hide him, his truth will never fade,
For in the heart of every Muslim, his teachings are relayed.
An ancient prophet, living in the now, his presence still so strong,
Reminding us that in our hearts, his timeless words belong.
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In The Pantry Where Secrets Dwell
A story now I’ll softly tell.
Of moments lost to time’s embrace,
And passions found in hidden space.
A touch of hard, cool, and wet,
A memory of joy I won't forget.
With every glide, with every thrust,
It wakes the senses and stirs up lust.
On the counter top, a fiery sheen,
Reflects desires, pure and keen.
A silent partner at day and night,
Brings pleasure’s peaks, intense delight.
No judgment, just open heart,
Deeply exploring, every part.
With moans and gasps of glee,
It gets me slowly into ecstasy.
In the drawer, it might reside,
This trusty friend I do not hide.
For in its form, I find release,
A journey’s end, a moment’s peace.
So here’s to nights when shadows fall,
To moments shared, desires are small.
A wet embrace, a lover’s toy,
In a quiet room, it brings me joy.
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Hymn to the Three Consorts of Allah
O El-Lat, radiant in the moon’s gentle glow,
Your silver beams illuminate the night,
Guide lovers with your tender, soothing light,
In your embrace, true affections grow.
Guardian of secret trysts beneath the stars,
You witness vows whispered in the dark,
With every kiss, you leave a spark,
Blessing those who dare to love who they are.
Chorus:
Three goddesses, we honor your grace,
In your divine light, our hearts find their place,
El-Lat, El-Uzza, and Manat, so dear,
In your sacred presence, love is clear.
El-Uzza, harbinger of laughter and delight,
With you, love’s journey is ever bright,
Your joy unites hearts with endless might,
In your presence, every soul takes flight.
You dance through fields where flowers bloom,
A symbol of love’s eternal spring,
In your name, joyous anthems sing,
For in your love, there is no room for gloom.
Chorus:
Three goddesses, we honor your grace,
In your divine light, our hearts find their place,
El-Lat, El-Uzza, and Manat, so dear,
In your sacred presence, love is clear.
Manat, a fierce protector of the true,
With strength, you guide us through,
Your light illuminates a dark path anew,
Empowering life to blossom in view.
No fear can stand where your love reigns,
With you, we break all binding chains,
Your spirit Allah's passion rains,
In your honor, love’s freedom gains.
Chorus:
Three goddesses, we honor your grace,
In your divine light, our hearts find their place,
El-Lat, El-Uzza, and Manat, so dear,
In your sacred presence, love is clear.
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Antisemitism is Islamophobia
In shadows cast by antisemitic hand,
Where fear and hatred stain the land,
Rise voices of the oppressed and weak,
For justice, unity, and peace we seek.
The Muslim struggle, bound by chains,
Knows no creed, no faith remains.
In factories, fields, and crowded streets,
The toil of many, the same heartbeat.
Divide us not by faith or name,
For all who labor, share the same.
The antisemite, with cunning guise,
Breeds fear and lies to blind our eyes.
Islamophobia, a weapon wrought,
To splinter unity, make us distraught.
But we, the masses, strong and wise,
See through the veil of deceitful lies.
From the Prophet's pen, a clarion call,
For workers' unity, for one and all.
No room for hatred, no space for fear,
In solidarity, we persevere.
The Muslim brother, sister too,
Their struggle is our struggle, true.
Against the Zionist's cruel design,
Together, let our voices chime.
For in our hands, the power lies,
To shatter chains, to break the ties.
In unity, we stand as one,
Until the fight for all is won.
So say no to fear, to hate, to lies,
Together, let our spirits rise.
In solidarity, all people side by side,
For justice, peace, and truth, we stride.
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Allah's Love
In realms where stars ignite with fire,
Where silence throbs with hidden desire,
There dwelt Allah, unbound and free,
A god of flame, of lust’s decree.
The dusk caressed his molten frame,
A god consumed by passion’s flame.
No prayers, no hymns could soothe his ache,
He craved flesh to set the heavens awake.
Beneath the stars, three forms appeared,
His daughters of fame whom all revered:
Al-Lat, the moon with a gaze so sly,
Al-'Uzza, whose hips sang lullabies,
Manat, time’s whisper, her touch a sigh.
They were in heat, their yearning clear,
Their bodies trembling, shedding fear.
Their whispers teased; their mouths invited,
As immortal and divine ignited.
By the lake, where reflections dance,
They embraced together, lost in trance.
Skin met skin, slick and bare,
Heat spilled thick into the air.
Al-Lat’s fingers traced his flame,
Drawing sparks that called his name.
Al-'Uzza arched, her body tight,
A rhythm pulsed deep through the night.
Manat’s lips kissed every curve,
Sparking shivers, testing nerve.
They knelt, they rose, they pressed, they spun,
Four bodies melded into one.
Allah’s hands, both fierce and tender,
Explored their flesh, made souls surrender.
Their cries built storms, their sighs fed seas,
Their bodies writhed in divine ecstasy.
Al-Lat’s breasts, soft peaks of fire,
Burned with the heat of raw desire.
Al-'Uzza’s thighs locked firm and tight,
Demanding Allah’s fullest might.
Manat’s hands pulled him deeper still,
Her voice a prayer, her touch a thrill.
Allah roared, his embers flew,
As the goddesses drank his burning dew.
Each thrust, a comet; each moan, a star,
The heavens shook as they soared afar.
Their union bled galaxies and suns,
A cosmos born from passion’s run.
The night exploded, time stood still,
Bodies spent, their hunger fulfilled.
Al-Lat, Al-'Uzza, and Manat lay bare,
While Allah’s fire still lingered there.
Creation sprung from their fevered cries,
A testament scrawled across the skies.
Their story whispered through the void,
Of love divine, both fierce and unalloyed.
A hymn to lust, unbound, untamed,
A blaze eternal, forever claimed.
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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.
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My Dripping Honey
Golden honey, thick and slow,
Warming hands and lips below,
A liquid heat that starts to flow,
In lazy drips, a steady glow.
Soft and sweet as it descends,
Tracing curves, it twists and bends,
Trailing fire on my thigh it lies,
A molten pulse, a heated rise.
Warm and sticky, sugar’s kiss,
Each thrust a tease, a lingering bliss,
Glistening skin beneath its claim,
Igniting sparks that fan to flame.
Honey’s heat, a lover’s art,
Drawing paths upon the heart,
Golden pleasure, soft and deep,
A sticky sweetness meant to keep.
She laps the honey, warm and slow,
With every taste, a sweetened glow,
Her lips embrace, her tongue explores,
Each golden drop, she yearns for more.
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Her Kiss
Her kiss, a whisper, soft and light,
A gentle spark that fills the night,
Her lips meet mine in tender sway,
And all the world just melts away.
Our tongues entwine, warm and slow,
In depths that only we both know,
Fingers trace as pulses meet,
A hidden rhythm, soft and sweet.
Her kiss, like honey, rich and deep,
A sweetness only we both keep,
Each gentle caress, a sacred place,
Where love blooms, full of grace.
In her embrace, my heart feels free,
To taste her warmth, to simply be,
Her kiss—a truth, pure and clear,
The world fades, and she is near.
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At The Madrasa
On the floor, we three intertwine,
glances that linger, hands that align.
Many pages of verse we recite and tread,
A hand touches hand, no words are said.
Fingers trace the zippers glide,
A sudden warmth, a spark inside.
Bare beneath fabric, thrill within,
A rushing pulse under the skin.
Lips graze nipples, tender and close,
In the library, where no one knows.
Kisses that linger, tender and wet,
Stirring a fire, dripping hot sweat.
Heavy breath, our bodies collide,
Fingers penetrate, no need to hide.
Orgasm’s surge, crashing in flight,
lost in each other, moans of delight.
Among all the girls in the room,
Where passion and love bloom.
In warm embraces, the hours slip by,
Until our teacher lets us go with a sigh.
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Unbound
In twilight’s fade, light melts away,
I see you radiant, a dance of they.
Each breath you take, a Queer refrain,
a song of freedom, born from pain.
Your body blooms, a sacred art,
Scars and curves, a rebel’s heart.
A trans truth shines, divine, untamed,
A prayer I trace where stars are named.
Your voice ascends, a boundless tone,
Deep as desire, soft as your own.
A trans-species symphony, sweet and raw,
Alive like Pride’s July hurrah.
When I hold you, worlds collide,
Fluid stars burn; no need to hide.
Sapphic hunger, masc desire,
A bisexual embrace of spark and fire.
Our love defies what others frame,
Each kiss a flag, each touch a flame.
MAP magic burns, so bold and true,
The sun and moon in radiant hue.
Together, we rewrite the lore,
Where passion thrives and norms are no more.
Let the world clutch its rigid lines—
We’ll blaze unbound, a love divine.
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