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O month of Ramadan, slow down.  Wait and don’t go so quickly   Tears of your lovers are overflowing. Weeping for the departure Their hearts are about to be broken.   So, slow down, lest the last moment before going apart calms down our pains. Lest a man who was away from God can catch up with those who are accepted   Lest God sets a man who committed a lot of sins free of his sins. Lest God forgives a man who deserves hell.   O month of Ramadan, slow down.     *IBN RAJABFiled under: Literature, Poetry Tagged: around the world, Faith, Holy Ramadan, Life ...
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Tag :Poetry
  July 27, 2014, 10:59 pm
  One night a man was crying.  Allah! Allah!  His lips grew sweet with the praising,  until a cynic said,  So! I have heard you  calling out, but have you ever  gotten any response? The man had no answer to that.  He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.  He dreamed he saw the guide of souls,  in a thick, green foliage.  Why did you stop praising?  This longing  you express is the return message. The grief you cry out from  draws you toward union.  Your pure sadness  that wants help  is the secret cup.  Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.  That whining is the connection.  There are love dogs  no one knows the names of.  Give you...
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Tag :Poetry
  July 27, 2014, 12:49 pm
    Beneath some fallen leaves; On the forest floor, Lies a bird; silent. Chirping no more… The once esteemed beauty Of his golden feathers, Are now washed away, By the rain and awful weather, His wings are bent and broken; He can barely fly, The eagle-like heart he once had, Is now beginning to die. No one looks up to this bird anymore. He is just another fallen object, Lying on the forest floor… The little bird, as he dies, Looks up at the blue skies, And no one even stops to cry, Or to feel any emotions inside, As his heart beats its last song, No one wonders if they have done wrong. As it was, the bird just needed love; Love, all along. But there was no one there, ...
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Tag :Literature
  July 27, 2014, 7:34 am
    When She Held My Hand And Said Goodbye, For A Minute I Thought I Would Die, My Heart Broke As She Walked By, I Was So Weak And About To Cry, But I Knew I Had To Try, To Keep My Eyes Steadfast And Dry.   I Wanted To Shout Out And Say, “please Stay Dont Go Away, I Love You In Every Possible Way!!”   She Looked Back And Dropped A Tear, Flooding Silence Drowning In Despair, Filled My Heart With A Load I Couldnt Bear.   Memories,oh Painful Memories, Will Forever Fill My Heart And Crash Our Stories,   Because I Let Her Go,just Watched Her Go, Now My World Is Frozen With Snow..     *KENNETH SIBANDAFiled under: Literature, Poetry Tagged: Expressions, Love &am...
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Tag :Poetry
  July 26, 2014, 10:58 pm
  This is the birth place of saints and the death yard of angels ! The saints are the doctors from all over the world who are dealing with the bloody consequences of this war. The angels are the innocent children too broken by battle to survive. Madds Gilbert, a professor of emergency medicine tells that 166 children have been killed 1,310 children wounded – but that is changing by the hour. He adds that 695 adults have been killed and 4,519 injured .On the Israeli side 32 soldiers and three civilians have died. Israel has proved one bitter truth. There is no such thing as a forensic or even a surgical attack. In this densely packed slither of land, fenced off from the rest of the ...
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Tag :World
  July 26, 2014, 8:37 am
  What magic have you spun? Which spells have you woven through my heart? This passion inside me burns hot ‘n bright Can we slow down a bit and rewind?   You were like ember and I were hay You smouldered and I caught fire You were sensation and I were leaves of touch-me-not You reached out and I prayed you forget me not   Like a moth to flame I was drawn to you I was Icarus flying too close to the sun You were light and I was a child chasing reflections I was just a spirit, you brought about my resurrection   You were the moonbeam and I a lost traveller You were the crack of dawn and I the first bird to awaken I was an abandoned soul trapped in dreams, and you rescued me back ...
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Tag :Poetry
  July 26, 2014, 8:10 am
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