Ahmad ibn Hassan al Hajji was the former court poet of the father of Imam Yunus, known primarily for his Arabic poetry. He was also an avid supporter of the house of abbas, and when they were overthrown in 2622, he originally quietly opposed them but as the years went on he did so more and more publicly and he became less and less subtle. He was eventually arrested by Carmine police for reciting poetry against the ruling King William, calling him a murderer and a upstart usurper, he was tried for treason and sentenced to die by hanging in a secret trial. He was 74 years old at the time, in the year 2645 His final work was smuggled out by a sympathetic imamite jailer who offered to free him. But Ahmad refused knowing that if he were to accept the jailer and his family would be killed He said "Just as Musa put his faith in Allah to part the sea, I put my faith in Allah to see me through into the hereafter" he placed the scroll into the jailers hands "I have lived a long life, almost three quarters of a century they are only cutting my life short by a year or two at most." He paused. "Give this to my grandson Hisham, my home has a weeping willow in the courtyard, a few paces from the mosque, tell my wife and daughters that I love them, and my grandson that I am proud of him. The jailer wept as he left, the fall of the Abbas kingdom was a tragedy but to lose such a scholar felt almost as painful. He arrived at the Al-Hajji residence and was met by a kindly old woman who looked just as old as Ahmad she recognized who he was by his uniform and her smile slowly vanished, he couldn't meet her gaze, "what will be of him?" She asked him in a soft voice, he looked down and almost began weeping again, she knew from his silence. He spoke voice trembling "He asked me to bring your grandson this" he handed the scroll to the old woman" and to give you a final message "That he loves you and his daughters, and that he is proud of the man his grandson has become". He left, and the old woman, Fatima went into her home sat and wept, being her grandson Hisham came running "Sitti! What is wrong? What is troubling you? Is it about grandfather, is there any news? In between her sobs "He is with your father in Jannah" she handed him the parchment, as his aunt's came in to console his grandmother, he opened it and read it.
"Oh beloved, oh Muhammad Blessings be upon Muhammad And the family of Muhammad
Oh Lord send your blessings upon him And increase our love for him Raise us amon
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I was set up outside Bethlehem House Gallery on Main St. all week writing buku poems, you may have met me. Had such a good time there, I'm planning on coming back, but I need a couch to crash on. Will of course trade poems/chapbooks/the usual dishes etc for the privilege. Anyone interested? This is me, midway through giving my spare typewriter to this lovely little munchkin named Kataleen. Let me know! Would love to be back in Lehigh Valley.
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I didn't go to church today, I trust the Lord to understand. The surf was swirling blue and white, The children swirling on the sand. He knows, He knows how brief my stay, How brief this spell of summer weather, He knows when I am said and done We'll have plenty of time together
Source:Β https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-didnt-go-to-church-today-by-ogden-nash
He didn't want his metaphors to be taken literally.
The slam poet later changed his last name legally. I had it bookmarked, but I can't find it anywhere. Help? :)
"Oh." said the counselor. "I see what the problem is. You can't decide whether to marry for batter or verse."
Many teachers usually impose what they think as correct, without taking note of different interpretations of the students.
Suggestions on specific books would be rather helpful.
