The Second Coming is at Hand
✒️:. Mohd Ishaq Shah Long ago, would Yeats say, on fire,Turning and turning in widening gyre,The falcon cannot hear the...
Poem
Poem
I Am Wandering in Wonderland
✍️:. Mohammad Ishaq Shah The darkest night does not scare me,As much as the horrible hours of morning’s wee.I am...
Poem
Islamic World
No life left : a Friday in Gaza
I swear to you—before God, before this wretched century, before whatever last flicker of humanity still remains in me—what I...
Tribute
Poem
To My Dying Son: My Usman, My Gull
A Father’s Farewell: Clinging to Faith Amid Unspeakable LossAs his beloved son Usman fades away, a grieving father finds strength...
Poem
Soldiers silence: Poem
My enemy…. the unknown soldierfrom the land beside my own— Before I strike,or you strike me,in this far-off, godless place,...
Fiction
Poem
“Ceasefire” Poem
They raised their hands,not in surrender,but in a gesture sold as peace.A ceasefire, they said.An end to fire,but not to...
Fiction
Poem
When the Paradise Weeps :. Poem
They came to us clothed in the innocence of peace,bearing trust cupped gently in their trembling hands;but the answer that...