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The curve of HIS lips, a crescent so perfect! Nafeesa M.Hussain Mirza   Just a glimpse of mine makes people rejoice Eid dawns upon them, an influx of bliss washes away their blights Just a glimpse of mine, declares a plethora of celebrations Masajid packed with gratitude filled faces, Streets filled with captivating savories. Faces groomed with smiles and cheers, Houses echoing joy and laughter. Just a glimpse of mine bearing a magical impact, Seldom do they wonder, What is the secret of my powers? Little does my hovering in the sky strike them, What is my pursuit? For what reason do I rise each night? For a glimpse of the one, who influences my might. How lucky are those few, each day for them is an Eid, With a countenance permanent in their hearts, Of such beauty and excellence, A thousand moons lay at HIS feet The curve of HIS lips, a crescent so perfect A sight of it is Eid personified. Abstract ecstasy alive in one persona. I rise ...

FOOD FOR THE SOUL Munira Shk Fakhruddin Shakir  It was unknown for so long; truly undefined What would I describe as my peace of mind? This heart of mine was a seeker for adventure Joyous, mischievous, a girl finding solace in the nature And my mind, well, it was like a mature man, the manager kind In everything, it tried to find the logic behind; the sense confined So together, this giddy heart and strong mind of mine They used to find peace in a beautiful sunset or the enchanting skyline Where the beauty of mankind and mother nature would meet There was where my mind would sigh deeply; my heart would beat But when the clock of my life struck twelve, I entered a heavenly sea It dawned upon me: this is exactly where I'm meant to be These worldly beauties are all a hoax, it will never suffice; For it is the soul that needs awakening; finding peace in its own paradise.  Be it the 100th Milad of moula; on marine drive Where the sea was dancing, with a spiritual thrive Be it the i...