Impostors don't survive here. Dearborn is a cutthroat town.
Here's to The Griot: my Clean, Well-Lighted Place.
He knows Hes going to lose and so do we
the girl with a red hijab and handcuffs smiles
Baby, Baby, You know how this works.
Since when were women equal to men? Since when?
Remember when you met me in the woods?
This selection has been excerpted from a poem-in-progress called ALI (formerly ‘Hagdar’), an American English epic poem exploring the life and times of Ali ibn Abi Talib (عَلِيّ ٱبْن أَبِي طَالِب), the cousin, companion, and successor of the Prophet Muhammad. The complete poem is estimated to comprise over 12,000 lines, spanning almost a century of Arab and Islamic … Continue reading excerpts from ALI
My Countrymen, perhaps disaster is our only hope.
its fine its fine its going to be fine