Exodus of the Wretched Souls

Exodus of the Wretched Souls

Welcome the exodus of the wretched souls!

When living life becomes an option

And death becomes the first resort

All faith in humanity is lost

What is life when there is no more life?

When the flames of hell appeal to the soul

More than does the calm of a non-existent paradise

When the heart has seen enough serenity

And hell repels it, but it repels heaven

When the darkness of the sun pervades the spirit of humanity

Welcome the exodus of the wretched souls!

Let the heart amble with the aimless

Let it float in the hollows of our memories

Let it stumble on the pieces of callous human flesh

Humanity does not exist

The well of life has dried up

Welcome the exodus of the wretched souls.

~ Qrratugai
Monday, June 14^th 2010

Break from Blogspot

Greetings, dear readers!

I've been inactive on Blogspot lately because I've got another blog to handle. It's for a professor of mine -- who's also a scholar and an intellectual, so this is like the greatest deal in the world for me, k? Thanks -- who has to manage other aspects of the website, so he gave me the blog section! It's actually a part of the research I'm doing with him. The research will be ending PROBABLY by the end of Summer, unless something deep inside me tells me that I'll be able to handle more of it along with an excruciatingly busy Fall schedule ... not likely, though.

Khair, so this is to say ... I won't be able to write anything here for a while. Maybe if it's something I've written for a forum or something, but other than that, I can't afford to take actual time out of my life during the next couple of months to write something here, like I'm used to.

I will miss it desperately!

Peace be upon us all, at least till my return to blogging here! (I'll still be visiting, of course.)

Ode to the Pashtun Daughter

 O’ daughter of the unconquered land!
Reclaim your forsaken dignity with pride and glee,
For, the land now bereft of peace and justice
Is the provenance of gallantry, once land of the free

Be the goddess of your being, the queen of your mind,

And break all the yellow walls to which you are confined!

Use your acumen to know which foes you must befriend
And which of your battles you will have to fight

For rivalry is the name of your innate struggle

Which you must ascend with the use of your might

Carry with you your heavenly scent,
The beatific aura of which suits only you

Be the mirror of intellect and beauty
While your charisma shines all the way through

Clout the world with the beats of your heart,

Summoning storms with each sigh you haul,

Fight for the values your ancestors so upheld

And liberate your mind so you’ll never be a thrall

Touch everyone with your compelling presence,

And be the epitome of dignity and truth

Let the world marvel at the splendor of your essence

Like that of a mortal with perpetual youth

Enchant your beloved with the melody of your laughter

As you gift to him forbidden glances denied to the rest

And forbid the others their good night’s sleep

While you and your beloved attain your passion's crest

Tame your heart so that no man shall ever disturb you,
Lest his lust, his conceit make you his prey,

But may God rob every man of all pleasures

If he ever so dares to bring harm your way

Teach history that women live forever –
But only those who fight tempests to bring peace
So comport yourself with humility and confidence
And help your people’s suffering come to cease

Remain the goddess of your being, the queen of your mind,

And break all the yellow walls to which you are confined!

~ Me
June 4th 2010