Fresh Prince of Kashmir

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I got texted this the other day and probably could fit into this forum topic too, but I will keep it separate.


Fresh Prince of Kashmir


In Jhelum born & Raised,

in the mud is where I spent most of my days.


Chillin out, relaxing & Eating some roti,

chatn to the kuris while drinking some lassi.


When a couple of Gunda's who were no good,

started some "Dhusham!Dhusham!" in my neighbourhood.


They made a right old mess @ my pops got scared

"You're moving to your masi's in Mirpur instead!"


So I whistled for a Rickshaw, it came the next day,

Told him where to go & I weren't going to pay.


I knew I smelt sumthing, it was the oil in his hair,

it anything, but I thought "Bale! Bale! Bale!"


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Spring's Gift - Shaykh Hamza Yusuf

Noor —

Spring's Gift


I envy the sand that met his feet

I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet

Of birds that hovered above his head

Of spiders who spun their sacred web

To save him from his enemies

I envy clouds formed from the seas

That gave him cover from the heat

Of a sun whose light could not compete

With his, whose face did shine so bright

That all was clear in blinding night

I envy sightless trees that gazed

Upon his form completely dazed

Not knowing if the sun had risen

But felt themselves in unison

With those who prayed, and fasted too

Simply because he told them to

With truth and kindness, charity

From God who gave such clarity

His mercy comes in one He sent

To mold our hearts more heaven bent

I envy all there at his side


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