He knows Hes going to lose and so do we
the girl with a red hijab and handcuffs smiles
When Fathers die, All men and women cry.
What is ALI without his FATIMAH?
Baby, Baby, You know how this works.
To be ALI, or not to be ALI?
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.