Book Title: PRISONS of OUR REALM Author’s Name: RAHMER MUSTAPHA GONI Genre: Non-fiction, Religious Motivational Number of Pages: 84 ISBN: 978-978-958-500-7 Publisher: Words Rhymes & Rhythm Year of Publication: 2017 Reviews: METICULOUSLY WRITTEN ‘PRISONS OF OUR REALM’ HAS ‘SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE’ BLURBS: Goni has written this book – relating true...
TITLE: PRISONS of OUR REALM AUTHOR: Rahmer Mustapha Goni GENRE: Non-fiction, Religious Motivational PUBLISHER: Words Rhymes & Rhythm Publishers YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 2017 NUMBER OF PAGES: 84 ISBN: 978-978-54741-9-0 REVIEWER: Joseph Omotayo This is a very religious book that approaches multi issues of life. With Prisons of Our Realm, Rahmer...
How can you tell me to marry for love When the pantry houses crickets and the chirpings decibels magnified by the hollow space With hungry mouths to feed and dying parents to cater for How can you talk of marrying for love When cupid’s arrow comes with no guarantee that...
God does not live in Bible pages Yes, your Koran cannot be his house He counts not rosaries, nor habits images Clanging bells and murdered cocks only arouse The owner of the shrine Who is the owner of the shrine If not the pastor, imam and prophet Who sell ‘god’...
Sallah ram Is not haram! My teeth is waiting My belly anticipating Say your prayers (Loud or in whispers) Bless Allah, hail his name And His Prophet of great fame Now, bring forth the bleating ram Hold it tight, for it may want to scram Test the edges of the...
Because a man’s not of your creed, You strike him down without remorse, And there you stand to watch him bleed, His eyes pleading in muted Morse! Is there a cross across his face? Or in his eyes the crescent-star? Is he a demon by his race – Be his...
I weep for thee; Tied to the stake Beside the burning flames And heavy metal pots. I weep for thee; Soon to be offered As a betoken of our worship To the Creator. Here comes thy crucifixion, Which takes not thy soul But that which is flesh in thee– For...
Knells of blood fill the plain From deserts to coasts tears rain Red and fierce with drops of pain For a loss they made our gain Bubbles of haloes float over you Each breaking into a crimson hue To lit Karbala in our hearts, true Throbbing with your love anew
In this dark corner, I bend and brood On the desolation unleashed upon my land Such tremulous monody I’m wont to sing Concerning the crescent and the cross Two strange visitors outstripping the host And we like the proverbial mourner, Crying far more than the bereaved Divided, we keep widening...
Eyeful, we set to sight the crescent Sketching out from dusk horizon On the ninth of Hijra1- time to fasting A commandment upon mankind; a present Ramadan, the crown of the lunar months That presented the ultimate words in recitation To nullify all revelations of deistic deception With perfect celestial...
