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Assalamuilikum :wave:


So rather disappointing :( BUT we have had three entries! InshaAllah NEXT TIME :mellow: we have more hopefully:


Here they are in no particular order!


Vote by selecting either A, B or C and comment on the thread.



Peace :wave:





There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.


Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.


Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.








The Child




In the mirror, was something so intimidating and raw

A man 5’10, muscular, and tall

But there was more to the eyes, that being he

There was once a child present, at the age of 3

One who laughed, played, and cried

At the hands of his parents, a husband & a wife

As he grew older, things however, changed

A mental disease took hold of him, something was not the same

A devil developed, thinking he was the best

As he yelled to his family & friends “**** the rest”

From the drugs, alcohol, to life with the thugs

The child was no more, not present in the mugs

Disregard for family, left the parents ashamed

Dad died of cancer, his mother of pain

Lying the jail cell, thinking of why did he

The man cried for the boy oh so silently

Years go by and out of the prison he comes

The fresh air of freedom he soon comes to love

Getting back into the groove of life out of the cell

No words, but his feelings he does yell

Jumping onto the hotel bed, he aches and sores

No more folding laundry in jail, or any chores

But once he sits up and looks in the mirror

He sees the man he once was, sending him a shiver

Walking closer, he does see a new man, refreshed

But only after he has failed all his tests

In his eyes, he saw it, the damage was done

Just as bad as pointing at his parents, a gun

The man then fell crying, as he once was

When his parents used to tickle him with a buzz

The child, he knew, died but then reemerged

At that moment it did, but now unheard.







Musk Of Jannah:

I have smelt the Musk Of Jannah

It is so close yet so Far

Smothered by life’s black tar

Sprinkle of hope stored in a jar

Afraid to suffer alone

We drag down those who are prone

Heart’s turned stone cold

A mask.

Just a mask to cover the Scars

Wounds dug deep

And no-one gives a *bleep*

It’s not a novelty to be Sincere

But Life just snigger’s and sneer’s

And You wish. You pray.

That your lord end’s this assessment

With the Smell. The Scent.

The Musk Of Jannah.







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It was a close one between B and C. I settled with B.


MashaAllah, they were all good entries. Kudos to those who entered. :)

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