Monday, April 28, 2014


For today the world doesn't revolve around Mecca,
For tonight the journey is not between two cities,
For this month, no apologies for Islam,
And no extra security check at airports.
For tonight, Love is Atlantic's Blue
For tonight, Love is Vienna's Spring,
Sacred arias in a Rome Cathedral
Or the morning Azaan early Autumn.
Throw away your Hijaab,
Cast away the Prophet,
Wear my perfume
And chant my name five times a day.
Forget what they say in Koran,
I'll tear away its pages from your skin.
Shaarab is no sin with you,
For your words which kiss my name,
Are like Persian cups holding wine.
Drive away the Ullemas tonight,
No Kaaba, No Medina
My Mecca is between your lips.
Nothing is Haraam with you,
No Bandishein,
No one a Kaafir. 

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