Will The Storm Pass?
What heat! The days have run the high tide hour. I lay myself wrapped in blanket, My window half forbids the summer wrath. When night
What heat! The days have run the high tide hour. I lay myself wrapped in blanket, My window half forbids the summer wrath. When night
Why don't you smile, darling, as you pass Him on the sidewalk? Each face you see is His face. Don't look away. Who could help
Now many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three, I got married to a widder(*) who was pretty as can be; This widder had a
Please tap your chest with your left hand and rub your head with your right if you like the left side better, or vice versa.
Akbar Ganji’s name in Persian means ‘of or belonging to treasure’. Let us take a good look into this man’s pouch and see if what
A couple of weeks ago I was lounging in a theater, eagerly awaiting the start of the movie when I found myself a captive audience
The Muslim world's negative perception of America has been a consistent challenge for the US foreign policy since the invasion of Afghanistan in October 2001
Standing by Cyrus’ resting place We cannot deem ourselves as slaves. The champion of human rights The Lord’s anointed bids us rise And reclaim our
How many more must we lose? Asked the mother He was bringing sunshine in the room He was able to turn a bad day to
With the very first tremble of my eyelids The invasion of thoughts I had so tactfully Kept off my grounds, Began I winced And wished I‚d
Western/Northern/First World academics love us to death, Lots of them love us only dead; So they can dissect us to study our trends, To cut
The themes of the classic poet Had nothing to do with life. In the barren space of his imagination He conversed with none save his
I wrote this in February 2001. The date is significant in that it is a few months before September 11. Although the content is still
Give me the tongues of those silenced necks hanging like fruit Refusing to layer cakes of melted flesh with the saved faces of friends Softened