.
My Beloved
I did not see You
But, with the whispers in my heart I knew
Is that possible?
Is it possible, a heart would fall in love,
With whom she never saw?
.
.
Can anyone who tasted the sweetness of such love
Ever deny?
Can it ever know bitterness?
Or think of running away?
.
Can prostrating souls
Accept subjugation?
Or ever engage in deception?
.
.
Oh my Hope …
A little girl, I was
Agonized with nostalgia
Went looking for you
Her sanity disintegrated, while searching
Couldn’t find her heartbeats
Her imagination inflamed… wild
.
Her sight estranged
Stunned, pulled up toward Heaven
Hoping to see your face
Longing for purification with your Light
Dreaming of a drop of mercy
Affectionate, tender, blessed with dew
Yearning for one moment of closeness …. Eternal
.
.
My Beloved… You are the One who Knows
If kneeling down would be a struggle sometimes
For this frail body, aching and sore
Soul never cease prostrating
Ever satisfied, care not for the pain
The heart does not know fright
Tranquil and serene
.
.
Hasten, my heartbeats, race your shadow
Fly above your imagination
Knock at the door of my Beloved
Hum your passion in supreme adoration
Scatter your poetry like shimmering stars
Meadows of flowers
Plaited daisies and dandelions
Scented lilac and lavender
Snowdrops, bluebells and butterflies
.
O my heartbeats, align
Standup and sway
Tune in and smile
Throb in devotion… infinite, sublime
.
.
In the name of my Beloved, sing
Until you melt away …
And perish …
In the name of my Beloved, sing
Until
You return
.
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Poetry for Palestine 
I wish I could meet and speak with one single soul who claims that he or she loves?
When did the word LOVE come into the English language and when did the word AMOUR come into the French language and in Christian doctrine? The answer will surprise and baffle most of us.
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My wife says she loves me and I say I love her, but I have taught her to trust no human on earth unless she has met with some angels and they of course do exist among us (I must be one of them! Ha.) And to love Allah, the Last Prophet , peace and blessings be upon him, and the Struggle in Allah’s Path before anything and anybody else.
When Christians and others accuse Muslims of not having an ALL LOVING God, they do not know what they are talking about.
In there lies the secret of a happy earthly life even in the midst of the worst of misfortunes and calamities.
BAFS
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Nahida is a Palestinian on Exile but writes beautiful poems.
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