Nadir

For some reason this brought tears to my eyes. 
 

somewhere, there is no pain
where no one hurts
where you footprints upon the soil
are not burdens
but stories
somewhere where tears
are only happy
and love is the only rule
in a land, a world
of no rules
where everything is fluid
and your heart flows like a river
a road into her smile
a million little thoughts
gathered for our single, infinite
final, fantastically vast
moment
where beauty is no longer frustrating
because the world is no longer ugly
 
I long to go there
and sit beside you
finally

somewhere, there is no pain
where no one hurts
where you footprints upon the soil
are not burdens
but stories
somewhere where tears
are only happy
and love is the only rule
in a land, a world
of no rules
where everything is fluid
and your heart flows like a river
a road into her smile
a million little thoughts
gathered for our single, infinite
final, fantastically vast
moment
where beauty is no longer frustrating
because the world is no longer ugly
 
I long to go there
and sit beside you
finally

somewhere, there is no pain
where no one hurts
where you footprints upon the soil
are not burdens
but stories
somewhere where tears
are only happy
and love is the only rule
in a land, a world
of no rules
where everything is fluid
and your heart flows like a river
a road into her smile
a million little thoughts
gathered for our single, infinite
final, fantastically vast
moment
where beauty is no longer frustrating
because the world is no longer ugly
 
I long to go there
and sit beside you
finally

somewhere, there is no pain
where no one hurts
where you footprints upon the soil
are not burdens
but stories
somewhere where tears
are only happy
and love is the only rule
in a land, a world
of no rules
where everything is fluid
and your heart flows like a river
a road into her smile
a million little thoughts
gathered for our single, infinite
final, fantastically vast
moment
where beauty is no longer frustrating
because the world is no longer ugly
 
I long to go there
and sit beside you
finally

somewhere, there is no pain
where no one hurts
where you footprints upon the soil
are not burdens
but stories
somewhere where tears
are only happy
and love is the only rule
in a land, a world
of no rules
where everything is fluid
and your heart flows like a river
a road into her smile
a million little thoughts
gathered for our single, infinite
final, fantastically vast
moment
where beauty is no longer frustrating
because the world is no longer ugly
 
I long to go there
and sit beside you
finally

I didn't give "the sincere lovers of truth" a label. I didn't say they were twelvers or non twelvers. Nor did I say the lovers of truth are the group that contains the fewest followers. A sincere lover and follower of truth can be found anywhere, in any group. And when such a person expresses the truth, chances are they will be condemned and marginalised by the majority. 
Brother, I was merely mentioning a historical trend. Whether that condemns your beliefs is your problem. I can't care less if you agree or not, but the vast majority of us are sheep. 

salaam.
hijab is more than just how a woman dresses. unfortunately, that's what it's been reduced to. hijab, in fact, is far more. it is a way of conducting oneself in a manner that befits an individual's dignity, male or female. hijab is about appropriate social interaction. it's about preserving masculinity and femininity. it's about emphasizing one's power by hiding it until it is necessary to display it. for example, we often talk about the strength of a woman's words when standing up to a tyrant.
look at sayyeda zaynab: she embodied every principle of hijab. in doing so, she also had the power to withhold and display her strength as a woman. had it not been for her, imam sajjad would have been martyred in karbala as well. in sham, she stood before yazid and belittled him to such an extent that he would have displayed his lack of manhood if he ordered imam sajjad to be executed. a muhajjabah is a flagbearer of Islam but also a ferocious lion. 
sometimes we talk about hijab as a way for a woman to protect herself against idiotic men. honestly, the majority of men will always be idiots, which might be the reason why hijab is commanded upon men in the quran before it is on women. a man who observes hijab makes the women around him feel safe. a man who observes hijab defends a woman's right to dignity. he stands for an ideal and a principle that ought to have remained constant from the very beginning of humankind's history, but is, unfortunately, increasingly eroded on a daily basis.
 
i feel that the reduction of hijab to a simple garment covering a woman's head not only enforces the perception of islam being oppressive on women, but it is also a tactic employed by the enemies of islam to corrupt the religion and increase its attack on human dignity in order to move society away from divine ideals that empower us to stand up against injustice and oppression, and, of course, to stop ourselves from becoming worse than animals.

salaam.
hijab is more than just how a woman dresses. unfortunately, that's what it's been reduced to. hijab, in fact, is far more. it is a way of conducting oneself in a manner that befits an individual's dignity, male or female. hijab is about appropriate social interaction. it's about preserving masculinity and femininity. it's about emphasizing one's power by hiding it until it is necessary to display it. for example, we often talk about the strength of a woman's words when standing up to a tyrant.
look at sayyeda zaynab: she embodied every principle of hijab. in doing so, she also had the power to withhold and display her strength as a woman. had it not been for her, imam sajjad would have been martyred in karbala as well. in sham, she stood before yazid and belittled him to such an extent that he would have displayed his lack of manhood if he ordered imam sajjad to be executed. a muhajjabah is a flagbearer of Islam but also a ferocious lion. 
sometimes we talk about hijab as a way for a woman to protect herself against idiotic men. honestly, the majority of men will always be idiots, which might be the reason why hijab is commanded upon men in the quran before it is on women. a man who observes hijab makes the women around him feel safe. a man who observes hijab defends a woman's right to dignity. he stands for an ideal and a principle that ought to have remained constant from the very beginning of humankind's history, but is, unfortunately, increasingly eroded on a daily basis.
 
i feel that the reduction of hijab to a simple garment covering a woman's head not only enforces the perception of islam being oppressive on women, but it is also a tactic employed by the enemies of islam to corrupt the religion and increase its attack on human dignity in order to move society away from divine ideals that empower us to stand up against injustice and oppression, and, of course, to stop ourselves from becoming worse than animals.

are you talking specifically about the muslims at large or the main ones? if it's the latter, some were instigated, some held grudges, some were jealous, some were power-hungry, and some were simply hypocrites - they sought to infiltrate the religion and destroy it from the inside.
 
if you're asking about the muslims at large, well, the sincere lovers of truth have always been a minority man.

typing this in the dark

waiting for the light, the spark

the feeling that engulfs me

stories that make me see

 

here we are, now and again

i am a paper, you are the pen

write these words, speak them to the rest

you are the middle way, neither east or west

 

i sit, waiting for your words

they become me, we are birds

flying, far, far away

i want you to say

 

i want you to say that special phrase

say it, be it, become all this praise

you hear in my heart

blazing, when does it start

 

beating, fleeting moments in the sun

the timing gliding towards just one

me, you, we, they, i

despise

the wise

 

i want to be a fool, no more thought

do you want to know, do you want to know

whose soul you have bought

why it makes no sound

how come it sings no song

 

look into my eyes, not at them

if you are a lie, this is my moment of truth

let me be a liar

i want to lie with you

how lucky is the beast
that he gallops through harsh terrain
refusing to be conquered although his struggle
will end in defeat
how cryptic are the signs of the past
that we make the same mistakes as the dead
 
how torn is the muslim
he is raised in peace while the land 
of his prophet
burns 
 
kings forbid us to kiss his grave
their palestinian blood-lipstick marked on the cheeks
of beer drinking politicians
 
how hard is it to reconcile two extreme allegiances
the muslim stands in a desert in the south
surrounded by land mines and abandoned tanks
rusted, made infernal by a descending, finite sun
 
backward, progressive, primitive, modern
developing, developed, civilised, savage
interests forever in conflict
definitions on opposite ends of an infinite straight line
ideas living as neighbours
one's good, another's evil
 
the grey's lack of spine renders its words 
useless

how lucky is the beast
that he gallops through harsh terrain
refusing to be conquered although his struggle
will end in defeat
how cryptic are the signs of the past
that we make the same mistakes as the dead
 
how torn is the muslim
he is raised in peace while the land 
of his prophet
burns 
 
kings forbid us to kiss his grave
their palestinian blood-lipstick marked on the cheeks
of beer drinking politicians
 
how hard is it to reconcile two extreme allegiances
the muslim stands in a desert in the south
surrounded by land mines and abandoned tanks
rusted, made infernal by a descending, finite sun
 
backward, progressive, primitive, modern
developing, developed, civilised, savage
interests forever in conflict
definitions on opposite ends of an infinite straight line
ideas living as neighbours
one's good, another's evil
 
the grey's lack of spine renders its words 
useless

By the infinite notebooks that I fill to be free
The prayers engraved on my body
The pages of God clothing my being
By the nights I spend awake crying for Husayn and Ali
The prostration of Sajjad and the hypocrite's soliloquy
By the miles manifested on the callused soles of tired devotees
By the forevered moments of restlessness
By the blood shed in a million eternities
By the illusions of lovers and the dragging music of emasculated slaves
By the anger of the birds whose stones pierced pachyderms
By the forced patience of souls who cannot understand why their prayers remain unanswered
By the sinner who sins and regrets, and sins, and regrets, and sins, and regrets
By the burning fires that strip away flesh until there is only light
By the severity of justice that infinitely peels skin to reveal infinite mercy
By the nuanced supplications of saints with severed heads that save insincere snakes from their own paralysing poison
By God!
Tell me what I am worth!
By the thought and word that said Be! And I became
By His tenderness that cupped my frame
Like water of the euphrates in the palms of the Moon!
Why am I, I!

By the infinite notebooks that I fill to be free
The prayers engraved on my body
The pages of God clothing my being
By the nights I spend awake crying for Husayn and Ali
The prostration of Sajjad and the hypocrite's soliloquy
By the miles manifested on the callused soles of tired devotees
By the forevered moments of restlessness
By the blood shed in a million eternities
By the illusions of lovers and the dragging music of emasculated slaves
By the anger of the birds whose stones pierced pachyderms
By the forced patience of souls who cannot understand why their prayers remain unanswered
By the sinner who sins and regrets, and sins, and regrets, and sins, and regrets
By the burning fires that strip away flesh until there is only light
By the severity of justice that infinitely peels skin to reveal infinite mercy
By the nuanced supplications of saints with severed heads that save insincere snakes from their own paralysing poison
By God!
Tell me what I am worth!
By the thought and word that said Be! And I became
By His tenderness that cupped my frame
Like water of the euphrates in the palms of the Moon!
Why am I, I!

By the infinite notebooks that I fill to be free
The prayers engraved on my body
The pages of God clothing my being
By the nights I spend awake crying for Husayn and Ali
The prostration of Sajjad and the hypocrite's soliloquy
By the miles manifested on the callused soles of tired devotees
By the forevered moments of restlessness
By the blood shed in a million eternities
By the illusions of lovers and the dragging music of emasculated slaves
By the anger of the birds whose stones pierced pachyderms
By the forced patience of souls who cannot understand why their prayers remain unanswered
By the sinner who sins and regrets, and sins, and regrets, and sins, and regrets
By the burning fires that strip away flesh until there is only light
By the severity of justice that infinitely peels skin to reveal infinite mercy
By the nuanced supplications of saints with severed heads that save insincere snakes from their own paralysing poison
By God!
Tell me what I am worth!
By the thought and word that said Be! And I became
By His tenderness that cupped my frame
Like water of the euphrates in the palms of the Moon!
Why am I, I!

By the infinite notebooks that I fill to be free
The prayers engraved on my body
The pages of God clothing my being
By the nights I spend awake crying for Husayn and Ali
The prostration of Sajjad and the hypocrite's soliloquy
By the miles manifested on the callused soles of tired devotees
By the forevered moments of restlessness
By the blood shed in a million eternities
By the illusions of lovers and the dragging music of emasculated slaves
By the anger of the birds whose stones pierced pachyderms
By the forced patience of souls who cannot understand why their prayers remain unanswered
By the sinner who sins and regrets, and sins, and regrets, and sins, and regrets
By the burning fires that strip away flesh until there is only light
By the severity of justice that infinitely peels skin to reveal infinite mercy
By the nuanced supplications of saints with severed heads that save insincere snakes from their own paralysing poison
By God!
Tell me what I am worth!
By the thought and word that said Be! And I became
By His tenderness that cupped my frame
Like water of the euphrates in the palms of the Moon!
Why am I, I!

typing this in the dark

waiting for the light, the spark

the feeling that engulfs me

stories that make me see

 

here we are, now and again

i am a paper, you are the pen

write these words, speak them to the rest

you are the middle way, neither east or west

 

i sit, waiting for your words

they become me, we are birds

flying, far, far away

i want you to say

 

i want you to say that special phrase

say it, be it, become all this praise

you hear in my heart

blazing, when does it start

 

beating, fleeting moments in the sun

the timing gliding towards just one

me, you, we, they, i

despise

the wise

 

i want to be a fool, no more thought

do you want to know, do you want to know

whose soul you have bought

why it makes no sound

how come it sings no song

 

look into my eyes, not at them

if you are a lie, this is my moment of truth

let me be a liar

i want to lie with you

typing this in the dark

waiting for the light, the spark

the feeling that engulfs me

stories that make me see

 

here we are, now and again

i am a paper, you are the pen

write these words, speak them to the rest

you are the middle way, neither east or west

 

i sit, waiting for your words

they become me, we are birds

flying, far, far away

i want you to say

 

i want you to say that special phrase

say it, be it, become all this praise

you hear in my heart

blazing, when does it start

 

beating, fleeting moments in the sun

the timing gliding towards just one

me, you, we, they, i

despise

the wise

 

i want to be a fool, no more thought

do you want to know, do you want to know

whose soul you have bought

why it makes no sound

how come it sings no song

 

look into my eyes, not at them

if you are a lie, this is my moment of truth

let me be a liar

i want to lie with you

i walk at night
on the streets of nowhere
what a sight
i see darkness outside
but inside, i see light
i am lost in wonder
wonder why i got lost
close your eyes, look within
see, you are not so bad
you are something more
you are powerful and mighty
strong as a fortress
look!
how you suffer and struggle
but look how you survive
no, you thrive
nothing can break your spirit
you have slept on rock bottom
are there harder floors than that
i am so disoriented in this world
i don't know where home is
i don't know who - or how - to trust
do you live for this
do you deserve this life
i don't, you don't
he doesn't, she doesn't
we don't, you don't
they don't
even they don't
nobody does
indeed, he says
there are signs for those who reflect
he tells me to look
why should i, i ask him
you're always right anyway
he says
if there's anyone
who has nothing at all to gain
from being right
it's Me

Brilliant book. Changed my life.
I'm on Lord of the Rings book marathon. Read The Hobbit, FOTR, now in the middle of Two Towers.

it is said that knowledge is locked in a chest, and that its key is the question. it is also said that knowledge is freedom. so ask questions unless you want to remain in shackles.
bubbles about to burst
music becomes noise
we want to be first
so we destroy your voice
troubles my mind
that we are not free
the answers i find
don't satisfy me
----
dear god
protect me from arrogance
protect me from pride
protect me from confusing
information with knowledge
dear god
i'm afraid for my people
for the big dreams they dream
i'm afraid they will destroy
everything they wish to save
dear god
help us find balance
in an unbalanced world
help us find the way
to live in harmony with all around us
dear god
give us the wisdom
to use the facts
to enact the right story

i walk at night
on the streets of nowhere
what a sight
i see darkness outside
but inside, i see light
i am lost in wonder
wonder why i got lost
close your eyes, look within
see, you are not so bad
you are something more
you are powerful and mighty
strong as a fortress
look!
how you suffer and struggle
but look how you survive
no, you thrive
nothing can break your spirit
you have slept on rock bottom
are there harder floors than that
i am so disoriented in this world
i don't know where home is
i don't know who - or how - to trust
do you live for this
do you deserve this life
i don't, you don't
he doesn't, she doesn't
we don't, you don't
they don't
even they don't
nobody does
indeed, he says
there are signs for those who reflect
he tells me to look
why should i, i ask him
you're always right anyway
he says
if there's anyone
who has nothing at all to gain
from being right
it's Me

i walk at night
on the streets of nowhere
what a sight
i see darkness outside
but inside, i see light
i am lost in wonder
wonder why i got lost
close your eyes, look within
see, you are not so bad
you are something more
you are powerful and mighty
strong as a fortress
look!
how you suffer and struggle
but look how you survive
no, you thrive
nothing can break your spirit
you have slept on rock bottom
are there harder floors than that
i am so disoriented in this world
i don't know where home is
i don't know who - or how - to trust
do you live for this
do you deserve this life
i don't, you don't
he doesn't, she doesn't
we don't, you don't
they don't
even they don't
nobody does
indeed, he says
there are signs for those who reflect
he tells me to look
why should i, i ask him
you're always right anyway
he says
if there's anyone
who has nothing at all to gain
from being right
it's Me

i just found out that spriglief is no longer on SC.
sprig, if you're reading this, thank you for reading and commenting on my poetry. best of luck, dude.
to people who are considering commenting in this thread, don't. i just wanted to say goodbye to someone, not get into discussions/arguments about the views of other people.