Rash Passion

Sawing off dexterities

Sprightly living curdles

Inaction in DWP steeples

Curtly in space

Sad no passion

Pen to face

To color think

Green float

Cushion arm 

Appeal to Poe

Cry scaling

Balance wanton 

And passive.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Heatwave in England winter

Hatred gone past noon

Universally incredible to you

News in flames

Believin' smoke death

The scratch pen on the song

route again

Poor line

Sick queue

In-debt entrenched 

Discourse like Locke

Palace scholar

Sore-back coins

Critical theory

Shoot saturated

cooking oil fat

DWP in the golden capital

Blaspheme 

Hot lies

Thus, kept warm for the winter. 

- By Laila Ali Haid

Darkness into Light

Non-stop glory

Shining tears

Regret sweet forlorn

Ring of fortitude 

Down the heavenly-cast river

Celebrations for conquest

Chapter again

We come undertowing,

A nation chiming.

Glory as we turn 

into the light.

~ 

Epiphany undercurrent

Unveiled green curtain

Blessed be He,

The Owner of i. 

 

- By Laila Ali Haid

My thoughts on Prophethood

“ Were the flames of Egypt the call, or was the Bush itself the light?” - By me, Laila Ali Haid

My Loving Adoring...

The blueish glide 

Elemental swirl

So beatific

Glance, cited with no blight

Caress The Night

Among the Noon break

The Pristine Glamour

The Bride of the Lamb

Entrenched metaphysics

Revolves to 

A heightened nexus

- By Laila Ali Haid

Dear Lord, I'm in London's Belly Still

A womb trap

Hit Makkah

Runway to 

Prophetic frameworks

The plateau 

Tech wire

Mum

Ideal London

Self 

Coquette

Up down 

Our Council Home

The make-fraud 

In such

like our glorious terrace perils

Riveting Belly

Fluid discourse

in London's trams

After London,

Where am I, Lord?

- By Laila Ali Haid

Underneath His Roof

The Seventh Heaven and Beyond!

In Expansion

Flattened Voids

Cloud hegemony

Allah

Executing the rain

Praised be He!

Our domain 

A curve above

Chalky Green

Eye-shadows

Ar-Rahman

Al-Qadir

Vitamin D Sun

Light too Bright!

I accept Allah

Seeing --

plausible.

believing?! 

Thought

Books

Text manual

Class 

and instruction

Knowing --

now what?

Beautiful to behold

As we 

'Be'

Under the grand sky. 

- By Laila Ali Haid

Somali Summer

accept this call?

nectarine finger

drawn forward

a heatwave longer

the temple 

here for us...

Father taught us

the Lord.

From the bell 

its throes 

tragic tears 

through earth's axis

it finds 

traces upwards.

Dromedary and heat

sand castles 

Black 

the throbbing

patterns

in an epistemological

chase to legacy

Kings, Queens and Sultans

Wars come or goes

Ever a tug 

tailed gowns

over winsome 

thorns, 

a rose kept 

well

for overture. 

- By Laila Ali Haid

Delilah Rebound

The sequence 

Not visionary 

But the crisp packets

And it is worthwhile 

The salience in 

the psych-liminal

I am quite diplomatic

Hair crown

Delilah rebound. 

Ruling baths

Headaches resound.

Sewn tremendous

Flail in fodder

Crystalline sheaths 

Romantic 

For Delilah Rebound. 

- By Laila Ali Haid

 

 

A heart like a celestial body

Behind the covers of temporal bliss,
lies finger-deep worry lines,
and smokers mouth,
It had lead you on,
you were easy, it said.

you, beholding the scenic
with painted moods
you left the turning sheets.

new drafts,

prayer mats,
renewal in light. 

- By Laila Ali Haid

Short Story Series - The Sheath, Machine and Vessel, Part 1

By Laila Ali Haid

The Sheath, Machine and Vessel

The clouds exchange form and become a fixture over the skies.

Deep down I can also perceive seas fluctuating in blood and parts, my very own systems welcoming seismic waves into my thought patterns.

I feel out for my glasses and afterwards, hit my head on rising from my bunk-bed. Brown warm eyes flash out to my faint cognizance and commands an oath for tomorrow.

It is a poster of our Brother-King, Nimrod II. "Tomorrow is a sheath which your hands can only pull", it reads. This is 2022, in which future leaps from our liminal states.

Tyranny in temporality.

Here, hearts and minds find strangulation in timed balances.

My name is 3456. I'm a 'Soul Cleaner', for the 'Progress in Sterility' unit.

The True Path

He (the Prophet Muhammad peace be upon him) called people to the straight path.

Indeed, the guiding path for us is to obey him and Allah, while for the Prophet peace be upon him (PBUH) it is to call us to Allah and obey Him. We are all the servants of Allah and must submit to Him.

Yet, still the Prophet PBUH and all Prophets are raised by Allah above the descendants of Adam through their submission to Allah first. In this regard, they are the first of the believers. Finally, the straight path is explained only by Allah - one must accept all of the Prophets and what has been established about the path in their books.


Moreover, the Qur’an is a criterion over these previous scriptures, and as such confirms them. Humans are thus continued on a path that is singular and from a one Lord. In this way, differences between religions and sects can be resolved from the foundations and structures of belief through all of the known Biblical (Old and New Testament) Prophets and their books. For instance, the discrepancies between the Christian and Jewish faiths in chronologies, accounts and creed delimits their paths.

Then, the straight path can be only undertaken with Islam; there is congruency in its moderation of and openness against the ambiguities of these two religions. This can be seen in its acceptance of Jesus - as the awaited Messiah of the Torah rejected by one group but incorrectly deified among another. 

Thus, the Qur’an, as a divine revelation and apparent from its qualities to non-Muslims, expounds the straight path but entrenches belief to the acceptance of Islam. Yet, in its call from the Final Messenger - Prophet Muhammad Peace be upon him, the premise of Islam is the submission to the only Lord.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Poem about the sunnah

Crystalline notions emerge from my salawat

The warmth in me when I remember kindness,

Noble consolation

In him,

We step across a long road

the long walk

among the dead

They found the end

Which the sunnah

mapped.

the steepest

path,

finds an eternity in illuminated finality

-by Laila Ali Haid