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vi- (Ramadan)
I seek refuge in Allah
From evil and my self
Being this month same
And I alone to blame
vii- (Saima)
Arms, legs, limbs
Arranged around a hole
And still the empty body
Not as hungry as the soul.
viii-
Faith need only whisper
Lips need barely part
The angels of your Lord
Write the longing of your heart
ix-
Place gently, my young worshipper
Your head upon the floor
God asks that you be humble
Not limb-weary and sore
x-
Kneel gracefully, young worshipper
For it is no less than art
And the motion of submission
Is a still and restful part
xi- (Infinity)
They told me to count my blessings
I told them I hadnt the time
My body hadnt the breath
My language hadnt the words
xii-
My Lord gave nail and hammer and commanded man to build
Man put nail to his brothers back and promptly drove it in
My Lord gave man the tool but He also gave the choice
How dare you blame my Lord for the evil of your sin!
-Zeba Khan
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