Tuesday, September 30, 2003

Crescent moon rising,
sleek, silvery guardian of the night.
How many faces lie behind your horned visage?
How many of love?
Of brotherhood?
My fate is tied to you;
as you rise, I rise,
as you set, I set.
Could it be any other way?
Allaahu Akbaar.

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