The silver thing

A slip of a finger,
into the everlasting hole,
she's now tied
to the long-term war for human independence.
She breathes in baby breath and
exhales argumentation,
to the winded beats of blood filled drums
she cries and soon comes a speedy divorce.
temper, a tremolo pad and a quick exit
she finally makes it to the world of realism
which reveals as another one permanent headache
can you split from your self?

- By Laila Ali Haid

27th of Ramadan

The nights allured us to make prostration and beg,
our Creator gives us these opportunities to not forget,
the jewel nights sparkle with anticipation,
the odd nights make loose of our daily trepidation,
the 27th brings a dearth of tears and moans from the earth -
and as the dawn pushes the sunrise to its birth,
signifying a return to the Creator, a tearful and penitent jama'ah,

harking back to the Hira cave,
remember their purpose.

- By Laila Ali Haid