Islam  Our way of life The path on which we strive Our pride, their fear Fear of the Kuffar As the days go by So many die Man doesn't take heed He consumes inheritance with greed The orphan, he threats harshly To the poor, Rudely Let man but think and...
Assalamu alaykum! You've been reading literary works from secular angles, what about reading works from established and growing Muslim writers from the Islamic perspective? We made a call for submission and we received quite a number of entries. The top...
  People of low intelligence You plunged into abyss of Ignorance and barbaric behaviour You leave the one true Lord And worship the three fake Man-made ones The created idolatry And adore a son of man People of low intelligence You worship men Bow down and...
For the believer, the world is a prison From Uyghur in China to Gaza in Palestine whether be Summer, be Winter or any other season Say Myanmar, say Syria, it is, but a routine   The same land we walk but for me, it...
When I was younger I thought death Embraces men with snowy hair Crumpled skins and weak bones That it was blind to the people Of my age and their age Like old age was attached to An expiry date. But...

OUR LAST BREATHE

OUR LAST BREATHE In and out it goes, with its every actions drawing us closer to reality. Look how we work so hard, sometimes forgetting about the certainty. What are we chasing for, when we don't need more. Oh! When will it be? Our last breathe that holds much more...

Faded by ‘Deejah

Hitherto, I had believed one's first love was always the truest Not until I saw your sunshine down into darkness Faded just like the smoke goes unseen and disappeared into the thin atmosphere You said you were going to take me deeper...
Assalamu alaykum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu! We are seeking for the contributions of Muslim creatives to take part in the first edition of knowislam.com.ng literary anthology through their unparalleled originality. Knowislam.com.ng is a website dedicated to telling the Muslims' stories, with vibrant and...
  The me in me is the fragile soul that strives to be perfect. Like refining of me to meet everyone's expectations. The me in me is a tired soul that struggles to make me perfect. The me in me lives in fear...
To the woman who now seems Older And who happened to be my blessed Mother Cherishing me during the age I was Smaller And also at the moment I became Younger. Although you are not near to be a Scholar, But the display of...

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