Retain

Retain the contorted

Over-gloss and plateau

To sink the rosaries 

Gum to the courts 

Hell in a lay 

Compute hatred

Indifferent to say.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Buy A Government

Buy a government,

Hope for mercy and 

Glamour on the canvass

Daybreak in rubies and the needle

On the hopes of the people 

Is gliding on changes

and rubrics on television.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Thoughts on memorizing Qur'an

Is it okay to decide you want to memorize Qur'an, with little notice and a blustering heart? Without anticipation?

What is the etiquette for Qur'an memorization - when the day comes and you've figured its hypocritical for knowing only a few chapters ...

when you realize the dynamic between your age versus time lost since childhood madrassah  ... how do you prepare and initiate the journey towards finishing the Qur'an?

Yesterday was that day for me, it was the start of my memorization journey.

I have/am fluctuating between two different states. The first one - I can do it, its the right time, I feel mentally ready

The second state - I am endlessly oscillating between doubt, self-hype, shortsightedness and intuition.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Recalling Ascension

Blooms of catcheons

The bow and the court

The cradle foregone

The sitting hurl

Buraq steeped in hierarchies

Forgotten sounds

A Prophet reborn

Likeness to intransigence

Mother and father

In an empty call.

Cries in the night.

- By Laila Ali Haid

Renowned

The colour of crooked

Particles

And right lines.

~

In deserted societies

Conflated righteousness

To happy fouls

~

Marked to the bird

A heart welling

The lachrymose

As standardization...

- By Laila Ali Haid

Roses and power

The kindness in marks

Of plentiful spaces

The Lord grants you alms

The stitch on the Imamate

His leg so motioning

Graces and plants

To the eve for

the swelling 

of plans

A Heartache 

of princely mates

A capitalism afloat.

- By Laila Ali Haid

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