By Yusuf ibn Aiyyoub

In a village in far-off Khurasan lived Shahryar, an honest hardworking youth and his brother Hoshyar, an indolent book-worm, who was fond of food but loathed to work. When news of a job at Akhoonji’s rich farm reached their hungry ears, Shahryar begged his brother to stay back and let him go.

Hoshyar, known for his laziness and gluttony, yawned, “Go forth brother, by all means, for work and I are natural foes. Remember me when there’s food you can’t finish or hardship you cannot bear! Go forth in the name of Allah!”

Akhoonji was a mean and miserly landowner who not only oppressed his workers but enjoyed watching them suffer.

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by A.Q. Alidost
http://aqalidost.blogspot.com

Drunken by Your Glory,
 I have come to You
tonight
not walking, but running
not faithful, but assured
not fearing, but longing

with a heart
shattered into pieces
 and a back  stabbed
by the wickedness of fate

on my knees
with hands
like two wings
flapping towards You
 
not hopeful,
but knowing
that You will have
the door
open for me

Unity

We are one heart beating together in the same rhythm of Islam
We are the Ummah, the nation of Islam
We seek Allah's counsel and grace
We believe in the oneness of the great.
The circulating blood in my veins spreads through the body of my brothers and sisters whom we pertain
We are each others limbs and bones never will we disown one another when we need each other's aid
We trail behind a leader, the illumination of perfection.
A man who sweated blood for the unity of one nation,
cried for the brothers and sisters whom will come after his time, knowing they will follow the path of the true divine.
Let's hold each other's hands with a firm grip and tightness, never letting go until the day of sentence.