Logic and Time

The creak of lauded 

Sounds and Christ

Himself frames

Innocence to a parenthesis 

Of gilded ages

Woe to epochs

Hate in fortitude

I love the origins.

~

In Muhammad, 

we reside.

In the ascetism of

his fountain of pain,

the lamp light

The hope of transmitted

meanings

The fruit slice

On a communal lap.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Flying

Today, I saw a dust to a mortal stretch.

I speculated at the lightspeed 

and love economic.

In dichotomies of minds

and apparatuses to die on,

on mountains of creed

making stances of ye -

a divine decree

fixed on

an overture.

- By Laila Ali Haid