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